The Crazy Train

So It Starts!

2006-04-25T13:08:00.000+02:00

For the first, and I know without any shadow of doubt, not the last time, I was awoken this morning by little Baby Blackburn Myles (To Be.) I wasn’t even beginning to stir when I was abruptly roused from my semi-peaceful (bad dreams, let’s not go into it) slumber by a sharp thud in my lumber region. I ignored it, and then again, *thump*. It was only after my enquiry into what Siobhan might have wanted at this god awful hour of the morning was replied to with snores, that it hit me, “Little One” had managed to succeed in doing something where so many before him/her had failed.

It is reassuring to know that we have a very strong baby wriggling around inside Mum's tummy, especially after the experiences of last Wednesday...

Continued at Andrew Blackburn dot Co dot Uk.

Elevator Etiquette (Part three)

2006-04-24T16:36:00.000+02:00

I believe I may have developed the worst “etiquette” of all. I have gotten into the habit of not only NOT pressing the button to open the doors if I see someone approaching, but pretending that I tried to continue the illusion that I’m really quite a nice guy. Only yesterday, whilst visiting my mum, who is still in hospital awaiting transfer to the UK to have her herniated disc removed, Siobhan and I got into the lift, pressed “2″, and at that point, I saw this family of 3 or 4 come through the doors into the elevator lobby… I reached for the <|> button, and watched as the group waited for the doors to stop closing and let them in. Alas, they didn’t, and the family would have to wait. I thought I may have gotten away with my callous act, but quick as a flash, Shiv had noticed. “You didn’t even press that!”… I know, as I said in my first Elevator Etiquette post… I am a bastard, and I will be reincarnated as a merekat:

Originally posted at: Andrew Blackburn dot Co dot Uk.

Elevator Etiquette (Part Deux)

2006-03-09T17:25:00.000+01:00

6 hours, 35 minutes and a few seconds left, before I officially finish my term at Sapphire Networks/Broadband Gibraltar Limited!

Moving along from the pre-movement portion of an elevator experience, we now reach the portion I like to call "The Ride." Now, The Ride can be quite a boring experience, if it is encountered alone, but there are many variable factors that can affect and enhance The Ride considerably. Is their elevator music playing for example? I once worked in a building where the porter adamantly played Country and Western, at that level ever so slightly higher than comfortable in the lifts. Every day. Without fail. As you can tell from my tone, that no more enhanced my Ride than a giant lump of fresh dog turd in the corner of said lift would have done, instead it made me want to terminate my Ride experience as soon as humanly possible!

Does the elevator have a view? This same Country and Western infected lift had a view into the atrium of the building, where you could peruse through the different office windows, or merely look down upon the few (ranging between 1 and 30 depending on the time of day, time of month [deadlines!] or time of year [Christmas is stressful]) nicotine addicts getting their quick fix before continuing with their busy day.

(The humdinger) Are you sharing The Ride with anyone else? Why "the humdinger" I hear you ask? Because if the answer to this question is positive, your whole Ride experience could be changed for ever, for better, or quite probably, for worse!

Co-Rider Type 1: The Smoker!
Now, I'm not a complete anti-smoke person. I don't deliberatly cough if someone lights up near me, I don't complain if I am in a public place and people are smoking, it's your addiction, and I understand that. My friends smoke, Shivvers used to, I really have no problem with smokers. As I have mentioned (around here somewhere, I'm sure) before, I don't have pet peeves, I have psychotic f*cking hatreds, and smoking in small, enclosed area's, especially lifts, and even more so when other people are in them, is one of such hatreds. Yesterday I had the "pleasure" of sharing my downwards Ride from my apartment with two of the stirling young individuals who are painting the block at the moment. Both, covered in paint (and possibly stripper, tarps, spirit etc!!!!) were puffing away. 1. I don't want to have to breath your bloody smoke in such density, in such an already oxygen deprived, confined space. 2. You're covered in flamable fucking incandescent fluids! Enough said on "The Smoker."

Co-Rider Type 2: The Silent Starer!
Prior to my smoke infested Ride, I had an un-nerving experience sharing an upwards Ride with a reasonably old gentleman, in the smaller of the two lifts in my apartment building, who said nothing, even when I asked him which floor he needed, he simply pushed past me and pressed the button himself! Not only was he exceptionally quiet, but he then proceeded to stare at me, right at me, straight in the eyes. That kind of stare that makes you want to run for the hills. It freaked me completely, thank god I only live on the 4th floor! (Note to religious nuts, about the possible blasphemy, see my views on religious crazies commenting here)

Co-Rider Type 3: The Chatterbox!
Sharing your Ride experience with a chatterbox can go one of a number of ways. You could be amused and actually enjoy your 20-30 second conversation with the chatterbox. You can act all shy; smile and nod at whatever he or she is saying, or you can just ignore them. My chatterbox experience yesterday was semi amusing, I had a few bags in my hands from the market, with fruit and veg in, about which he enquired "just been shopping then?" "Nope, just like carrying round large punnets of strawberries, some peppers and some onions" is what I should have said, instead, I humoured the poor bloke, and simply replied "yep" (I was in a not so chatty mood). I was wrong to think that my one word reply would shut him up: "You lived here long?" "about 2 years now" (again, short and brief, take the hint?) "Well, I bought here when they were first built, I'm told that they have increased in value....*blah blah blah*" DING 4th Floor! Thanks and freaking praises "Have a nice day!" and away I ran....

Lifts... bah!

Elevator Etiquette

2006-03-08T23:39:00.000+01:00

Did I just use an Americanism? Why yes, yes I did. But only because it rolls off the tongue better than lift etiquette does!

Just to let you know, I have 20 mins MAX left of my shift, and this has only just popped into my head because of a few occurances in lifts today... so if it isn't finished, be prepared for a great big "TO BE CONTINUED" sign!

To continue on the chivalry theme, everyone knows, or should do, that a man is meant to hold a door open for a lady, no matter which direction either of them are going in relation to the building/carriage/door-adorned-area (layman's: in or out). But can the same be applied to a lift/elevator. If a man is in a lift, is it properly polite to hit the hold button if you see a woman approaching, even if you are unsure if they are actually going to be using the lift's services? And does the same apply to a woman, should she hold the doors if she sees a man approaching, or a woman for that matter? Sod it! Should you hold the door when you see someone else approaching even if you are unsure whether or not they are going to use the bloody lift!?

The lift doors were closing on me earlier, and just as there was say, a foot of a gap left, I saw a woman enter the downstairs lobby door, there was no way she was going to reach the button before the doors closed, yet still, in vain, she tried. Handbag in hand, she semi-jogged towards the lift, and to be honest, I chuckled to myself as the doors closed, locked, and the lift started moving.

I am a bastard.

Lack of anything worthwhile...

2006-03-07T18:38:00.000+01:00

I'll admit it, I've had very little motivation to do anything other than the occasional post for www.AndrewBlackburn.co.uk or finish the photolog, the guestbook or the forum for the site. I've also been trying to get my head around proper css based layouts for a new site that I may start designing for Shivvers who is thinking about selling some of the jewellery she makes... Shiv+Jewellery=www.Chivalry.com or something of the like? And what better a name for a jewellery selling site in a time where many believe that chivalry is dead, and men should be equal to women. Why should we hold doors open for women? Why should men walk closer to the road? I'll tell you why, because we are men, and believe it or not, we will always be the stronger of the sexes (generally) and should look after the ladies in our lives. In return, we get that hot cup of tea when we aren't feeling well, the clean sheets on the bed (not that it should be a woman's job, just something that came to me is all) and the hugs, kisses and warmth that only a woman can bring to a man's life. So no, chivalry isn't dead, and to prove it, blokes can by a bespoke piece of jewellery from the new site when I get round to making it, if the idea ever takes off.

Bushisms, bruises, bluegrass and babies!

2006-01-23T05:02:00.000+01:00

It had been far too long since I posted anything up here, and what do I find when I logged into blogger, this gem that I had written on the 23rd of January, sitting as a draft. So before I add anything new, here is something you all deserve:

Before we get onto the post material, can I first introduce and plug and quote the all new webby, www.andrewblackburn.co.uk

I will try and get something more concrete up shortly, but for now, here is
the first photo album that I have chucked up. I may move my blog
here, I'm unsure for now... Whilst you're here however, you may as well (read as, bloody well better) go and check out my wee babbies blog at http://wealllovericehere.blogspot.com ....or else!

And now, on with the show...

"In my sentences I go where no man has gone before"; a "wise" man once quipped, and how right he was. Just to continue, or more, to begin afresh with my amusement surrounding George W. Bush. Even for a man with such a poor command of the English language, I still can't understand how he can mess up even the simplest of phrases. Or why he doesn't just prepare his bloody speeches before he is due to give them. Take this one for example:

There's an old saying in Tennessee -- I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee...that says, fool me once, shame on...shame on you. Fool me...you can't get fooled again.

Gee George, when are you going to engage your fricking brain before opening that big large gob of yours? You never know, you may be able to shake this permanent issue you have, which involves placing both of your feet in your mouth! But before I jump off this topic, I just have to share this one with you:

Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.

And that boys and girls, is why we want to keep as far away from Mr Bush, who I think scientists may want to start observing as a possible candidate for the missing link, he wants to hurt us all!!

Rugby is a funny sport at times, it really is. The 4 games we played prior to today's were all closely fought, and unfortunately lost. We have been playing well, except for the fact that we give away too many penalties, and as we have been told time and time again, penalties cost you games. Today however, we managed to give away 8 penalties compared to Almeria's 3 in the first half, and then gave another 12 in the second half (that's a grand total of 20 penalties in a game... which is shocking) but still managed to emerge as the victors, for only the second time this season! Add to the elation, the fact that I, yes, I actually got a try! Unfortunately, this being such a rarest of rare occasions, I kinda just landed on the ball, hurting, and bruising my ribs... never mind though ayy, 5 points to my name!

Recently, whilst discussing random music on the GLMS forum, we were having a laugh at recent swing version of rock and pop songs, particularly by Paul Anka and Richard (Dick) Cheese, when someone piped up about a group called Fade to Bluegrass, a Metallica tribute band who play banjos and the like. Well what can I say, I like it, quite a lot, and couldn't help myself as I downloaded "A Treasury of Bluegrass" and guess what, I like most of that too. Another genre to add to my already highly eclectic taste!

As you can see (if you've noticed the moving bit underneath my web site's logo) I'm using my upcoming Daddyhood as inspiration to learn some new bits and pieces, even if I define "learn" as "plagerise" or "steal" and "bits and pieces" as "other people's code!" But hey, it all counts doesn't it, and it adds a nice little touch to the site I think.

Guess what...

2006-01-09T14:47:00.000+01:00

...?

I'm going to have a rant. I feel I haven't had a rant in ages, and I am feeling rather bloody miffed! Let us get to the beginning shall we... at (let's see what the phone says...) "Call received 03:50:22"

I, and my 3 and a half month pregnant love of my life (we will continue this bit after the rant!! Shock horror, I know, all will become clearer in due course), were awoken by the familiar sound of my mobile (cell for the Americans :P) going off. I reached over and grabbed it, and in a blur of fumbling to find the button, at the same time as I tried to sit up, and attempt to make a coherant sound to let the caller know I was there (you know what it's like when you first wake up, dry throat, that crusty substance sealing your lips shut) I finally managed to make some sense out of the situation!

I was told that it was PC (police constable) some number from Central Police Station, and that there was an officer waiting to be let into my old office, as an alarm was going off inside the building, and I was a listed key holder. Well, you can imagine the barrage of abuse this policewoman took. It went along the lines of:

Me: I HAVEN'T F*CKING WORKED THERE SINCE THE SUMMER! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I'M THE FIRST LISTED KEYHOLDER? EVEN WHEN I WORKED THERE I WAS 2ND OR 3RD ON THE LIST! WHAT F*CKING TIME IS IT ANYWAYS?

Cop: It's ten to four AM, and sir, it isn't our responsibility to keep these lists up to date, when changes are made we have to be notified.

Me: I COULDN'T CARE LESS WHO'S RESPONSIBILITY IT IS, WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING TO ME? YOU SHOULD GET IN TOUCH WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND INFORM THEM THAT I AM STILL ON THE LIST AND SHOULD BE REMOVED.

Cop: That isn't our responsibility, you will have to contact them in the morning.

I then hung up, ranted some more and tried to get some shut eye before having to get up at 6:30/7. Not even a "sorry for waking you" from the bint at the police station, I'd have her fucking badge if I could remember the number she blurted at me when I answered the phone...

So who's responsibility is it to keep this list up to date? I agree the company should inform the police when someone leaves that is on this list, but surely the police have a duty to check at regular intervals whether this list needs changing in any way?

Then, after speaking to one of my former colleagues that is the PA to the HR Director, and she was very apologetic and assured me that she would get it sorted. (This made me happy)

She calls me back 2 minutes later saying she sent a letter to the police on the 31st of August with the new list, and my name was NOT ON IT. (This in turn mades me very angry.)

Two phone calls to the police station later and "The Man" has been taken to twice! Firstly I phoned up and gave them hell, as they rather smugly informed me that "my name was not on the list for [former place of work]" so I rather quickly replied with the following quip:

"So pray tell CUNTstable, just why did one of your colleagues call me at 10 minutes to 4 this morning to let me know that there was an alarm at [former place of work]"

"Ohh... I'm not sure"

"Well I would like to know that my name is OFF that list, as I do not need calling at 4am, especially seeing as my new job has me working shifts..."

Apparently they have a hard copy and a computerised copy of the list, and the hard copy is normally more up to date than the computerised list and he would get in touch with the officer in charge of updating the computerised list and get back to me.

I then find out that they had called my old house number (at my parents place) before trying my mobile, and got my mum, who was working till 1am out of bed! Back on the blower to the cops, to let them know that I thought it was completely fucking rediculous that they would call someones house number, and wake up the entire household for something that wasnt an emergency, rather than the mobile number that they had been provided with and just wake that one person up. Surely that is the whole point of a mobile phone!?!?!

I also asked if they had sorted the list yet, and they were not sure. I told them that I had spoken to [former place of work] again, and apparently they have a new alarm system in place, and it is so sensitive that mosquitos seem to be setting it off... and if I get another call at 4am tomorrow morning, they will have a very angry person in a dressing gown at the police station banging over paid, flourescently decorated heads together... in not so many words...

*AND RELAX*

Which is exactly what Siobhan and my little babbie (pronounced bah-bee) is doing right now. Just chilling and growing, and growing in his/her Mum's belly!
We found out back in November, but wanted to wait till we had had our first scan, and passed that cruicial 3 month period before letting everybody know, and trust me, it's been a seriously hard secret to keep! I've been so excited since I found out and can't wait to be a Dad :) Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Baby Blackburn-Myles:

Or as it is commonly known as (just now) Lil' Lemon, as we have been naming it after the fruit it is currently the size of :) We've had cherries, figs and limes, and now it's the Lemon's turn :D

We've also started a little blog for the kidflump to read about its growth and development when it is older, and that can be found here. So yeah, I am 14 weeks towards being a Dad! Isn't that brilliantly exciting everyone!!!

Right, I have little time left before this shift is over, so I will have to love you and leave you!
All the best
Andy :D

TWICE IN TWO DAYS?!

2005-12-09T04:36:00.000+01:00

Can it be? Could you be so lucky? Could there actually be TWO updates in the same number of days? Yes, yes and would ya believe it YES!!

Firstly, I feel I have to share this with you, something I was emailed earlier this morning (it is a quarter to five after all!) It is something I think we can all relate to in one way or another, and I have added some of my own humour/mirth/stupidity/call it what you will to it:

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
Yes, because I regularly turn the dial 18 notches right, 6 left, and then 9 right again, and nuke my crappy Morrisons micro-curry into the next millenium

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
True, but then again, I haven't played solitaire in any of it's forms in a long time! There are far more entertaining games available on the Wonderfully Wicked World Wide Web of Wonder, like Blast Billiards... ayy m'dear (you know who you are!)

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
I have one number, and one number only to reach my family of three... but then there are a number of email addresses, and if we include a certain someone, I just checked and had 5 numbers in my phone for Shiv.... you never know when you might need them!

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
The closest desk to this one, is the boardroom... with no computer... closest after that is the helpdesk monkey's and I never email him!

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
or phones, or pagers, or beepers, or letterboxes, or addresses... all my friends and family live in trees or fields... "baaaaahhhhhhh"

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
This is where it started annoying me, "driveway" "cell phone" "groceries"? Bloody yankisms... I can't think of an alternative to "driveway" (it's late) but it would be my "mobile phone" (why cell phone anyways... I am confused) and "the shopping." No-one shops at a grocers any more... least of all calls their shopping "the groceries"...

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
Every "advert" may... and why the hell not? Double advertising, increasing product exposure, and maximising opportunities for sales by advertising your online shop at the same time!

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
I actually left the house for quite a while the other day without my phone... That could be because the heap of junk will die on me if I make/receive a call lasting more than 30 bloody seconds.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
I have no net connection at home... so nerrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
Nope, never done it, doubt I ever will.

12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
On occasions chuckling at my own wicked wit...

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
Forward? Forward? Why forward this to a few collegues when I can post it on the Wickedly Wonderful World Wide interWebby and release the "humour" (note the U!!!) to the whole universe!!!

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
I admit it, when I first read it, no, I never noticed there was no 9... because the actual numbers are pointless and can just be skipped!

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.
Nope, didn't, I believed the list... and you can't prove otherwise

AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.
At myself? AT MYSELF? Never!

As I said in point 8, my phone is gay and dying, so if anyone wants to donate to the "let's get andy a new mobile" fund, or recommend a decent mobile that won't be too expensive, maybe on a PAYG contract that I could get whilst I'm over in UK, please let me know...

Ohh, and a bit of techy stuff, I've finally found out how to put a video/mp3 on the blog, so here ya go:

"Just a one fingered victory salute" ayy? The kind you mentally give all the families of the soldiers who have died for your greedy profiteering benefit? George W. Bush... I give you that "one fingered salute" right back...

...with a couple of clips of Bushy boy making a mockery of himself:

022608122005

2005-12-08T02:16:00.000+01:00

Was it laziness? How about bone fucking idleness? Was it just plain lack of ideas and/or motivation? Or, a combination of all of the above? Personally, I don't know why I haven't added anything to my blog in so long, maybe I've just had too much other random junk on my mind.

So, what has happened in the last... how long has it been:

The duration is 53 days, 20 hours, 4 minutes and 5 seconds
Or 1 month, 22 days, 20 hours, 4 minutes, 5 seconds

according to this calculator

Well, the new rugby season has started, we have only had one win and a draw so far since being promoted to the first division, but hey, we are keeping at it... though some of the losses really shouldn't have been! This site hasn't been updated in quite a while, but I have heard a new one is being constructed as we speak and should be up soon enough.

Along with a few aches and pains, flu/cold etc, I've only had a few minor headaches, bar one 3 day long migraine last weekend, which still wasn't as bad as some of the previous ones. I have however done something rather nasty to my right knee. I don't know if it is ligament damage, or if I have just twisted it or something, but I have this nasty swollen area around the bottom of it, which wierdly isn't sore to touch. Any ideas? Aside from the usual go see the doctor!!!
I try and keep as far away from the bloody health centre as possible, only earlier today was I discussing the bloody place, and the fact that I may need to go there soon to get my new E111. This will involve queuing up for half an hour to an hour, before being told that I need to get the form from Desk 87b in Room ZZQBD in sector 69 on the 87th floor. After the 3 hour queue in that room, acquiring said form, and returning to the original desk, form complete, I will then be told that the form will need to be stamped by the official stamp gnome who stands in the corner by the dental higeine area, on the 2nd Thursday of every even month, but only during a leap year...

You get my drift...

I also, somehow (don't ask) managed to fabricate this wonderful piece of artsy-craftsy-ness:

Shivvers decided she wanted a home made advent calendar this year (hmm....) so 1 tub of UHUUUUUUUUU Glue, 2 pieces of card (one yellow, one green), 24 glittery Christmas cards (each with a loving message... I know, I'm a softy at heart) some glitter glue, some gold and starry ribbon and some BLOOD SWEAT AND FREAKING TEARS LATER, it was done, with about 8 hours to go till the 1st of December!

Today, or yesterday, depending on how you look at it, I went for my first proper driving lesson, with a qualified instructor. The guy used to be one of the examiners here, so unsupprisingly, practically zero percent of his students fail when they take their test. Which brings me to my NEW YEARS RESOLUTION (might as well get it out of the way now, in case I go MIA for another 2 months again.) I WILL PASS MY DRIVING TEST THIS COMING YEAR, 2006, AND GET A FREAKING CAR!! I did the 3 point turn first go with no problems, and parked on flat in both directions with no probs either. Hill parking though, I kinda over-revved and went bumpity into the curb... never mind. Not driven in ages and ages... I was over all rather impressed with my performance.

It is now 030208122005 and I suppose I might go and get a coffee... yes, I have started drinking coffee, it doesn't taste half as bad as it smells, and I kinda like it. And anyways, I need a new vice seeing as I have only had 1 beer and 2 cans of cider (both of which I shared with the gorgeous Miss Myles) in the last month! Caffeine is your friend:

PS. 13 days till we fly to UK for our Crimbo hols... I hope it's a white Xmas this year... can't wait! :D

I ain't a bigot....much.... anymore.

2005-10-14T18:31:00.000+02:00

Sorry it's late, didnt finish this yesterday!

Happy Yom Kippur to all the Hebrews amongst us, you can come out of hiding now, Hitler died, the good guys won, and now you lot own most of the diamonds on the planet! I mean, you even coined the term 'Diamonds are a girl's best friend' to help boost sales.

For the non hebrews, that have no idea what I am on about, Yom Kippur is a day to cleanse the soul, "celebrated" from Sundown to Sundown between the 12th and 13th of October this year, but is more specifically on the 10th day of the month of Tishri in the Hebrew calendar.

Back to the diamonds, possibly the most overpriced, overrated rocks on the planet. The majority of the diamonds sold in shops aren't even naturally formed any more. A chemistry/geology labs crushes carbon in a fabricated environment to create them, then sells them on for a decent price! And why do we have to do this I hear you ask? Because the natural diamond mines are controlled by 2 or 3 big corporations only, and they then control the amount of diamonds that can be released each year, keeping the prices up. I had to laugh at the following quote from here:

"Jews have the diamond industry cornered. They control the diamond mines in Africa and the diamond merchants in Amsterdam and pretty much everywhere else…. La Raza buys diamonds principally on wedding rings. We have been brainwashed to believe that diamonds have intrinsic value. The slogan ‘diamonds are a girl's best friend’ was invented by Jews. There are other beautiful gem stones that we could learn to cherish, for example emeralds and rubys. This would entail minimal cultural re-orientation as Chicanos and Mexicanos but perhaps we may lead a world movement to de-value diamonds for the cause of saving the Palestinians. As the world Jewry starts losing more and more money as diamond sales decrease, they would be pressured to agree on an equitable peace with the Palestinians. Don't buy Jewish diamonds!-Justice for the Palestinians."

Now that is taking it a bit too far, even for me when I'm in one of these moods!!

Some other well known facts about the Jews of the world:

Jewish teens were the first to take a stance against drink driving, after a Rabbi drove a van drunk into a Jewish house, in a Jewish area in 1982!

The Jews control who win prizes on radio shows!

There are more Jews per square mile in Hollywood than in the whole of Israel.

Jewish is actually misspelt, it is meant to be Ju-ish

The phrase 'Jews or Lose' was coined many moons ago, in order to try and boost numbers

Them Hollywood based Jews once petitioned to have Jewish actors have Stars of David instead, on the hall of fame!

None of those were true by the way.

Im bored, i have 5 hours left here... meh!

To busk, or not to busk....

2005-08-28T14:08:00.000+02:00

On the 28th of August, I started the following, but, due to lack of motivation, I suspect, I can't be sure you see... I blame the alcohol, propranolol, paracetamol and codeine coctail:

My daily doses of propranolol are keeping the migraines under wraps, and so far, I have been headache free since starting the course and therefore have not had to resort to taking any Tylex. Having a dependancy on anything scares me, especially any form of medication.

On a brighter note, I handed my notice in at 6pm on Monday the 22nd of August... and it was decided that I would not have to work it, due to being a security risk, and they would pay me my months salary up front instead.

I honestly have absolutely NO FRICKING IDEA on quite which road I thought that post was going to go down, but fear not, this post too will be penned with a total lack of direction, me being a creature of habit and all. I vaguely recollect contemplating mentioning both this famously addictive personality:

and his equaly addicted, if not quite as famous offspring Jack:

MOOOOOving swiftly along, since the last time I graced you all with my online presence, I have taken up employment with Sapphire Networks (not a lot there yet) who are going to be offering high speed broadband style internet access around the rock, and have taken over Gibraltar's first (and best) ISP GibNet as a Network Operations Centre Technician... or in plain English, I monitor stuff, and if it breaks, I fix it, or get those who know how to, to fix it. Which kicks the shit out of the busking idea (see title) and pays more too! I am currently in the middle of my 2nd night shift, working midnight till 8am, upon which time, I get to go home, give my lovely lady an hour long hug, before she gets up for work, leaving me to sleep during the day.

We were recently back in "Sunny"¹ England, firstly for a bit of a break, and secondly to celebrate the fact that her Great Aunt Dub was celebrating down in Plymouth after turning 100 years young! Unfortunately, this very enjoyable, and forever memorable occasion, brings me to a rather large gripe; Her Majesties Telegram. I've always wondered how it must feel to live for an entire century, to open that communication from your head of state, in recognition of your life's acheivements, during that 100 years, and personally, if it had been my telegram that was received that Sunny² Plymouth afternoon, I'd have been rather dissapointed. The signature, was printed, and not even decently printed to be honest. It was on non-embossed paper (which I thought would have been a nice touch, embossed with the palace crest) which had a recycled paper watermark, and had been put through a half arsed laser printer, which chucks on the date, the message and the signature. I mean come on, has she not got enough time to sign a few birthday cards a year! I have looked it up, and cards are only issued for 100th and 105th and every year there after birthday's, so surely there can't be that many!!! Well boy's and girl's that is where I am wrong. I hate it, because I was enjoying my moan against the Royal Family, but they also send them out for certain anniversaries etc.... so many so, that in 2000 the palaces secretary department sent out 30 bloody thousand of the things! :

So there, my persistant needed to prove myself has completely backfired.

QUICK INTERJECTION HERE!! I was about to use the phrase "hoist by my own petard" there, but I decided to check if that is the correct cliché-ic phrase to use. And I really don't know what the bloody hell it is meant to mean. Shakespeare apparently used it first, but if anyone could divulge how and when you are meant to use it, and more importantly, what it means, let me know!!

She was first introduced here, or there abouts, and has been mentioned numerous times, including this post, and these two:
Uno
Dos
amongst others, but never been seen. So, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys 'n Girls, Lads an' Ladettes, may have the great pleasure of showing you the true, notthis interpretation Miss S.J. Myles:

I first met her during last Christmas' pantomime, don't worry too much about the crazy man dressed as a woman in the background:

During a whiskey sampling night recently, prior to us all getting rather wobbly-kneed:

And even more recently, on National Day (my love, you can explain the "Sorry Hat" if you so wish hehehe):

And just to take the piss out of myself, trying to look out the top of my forehead:

AND THAT, AS THEY SAY (OR AT LEAST I DO AT TWENTY PAST SIX IN THE BLOODY MORNING) IS THAT!!! It's been fun, thank you, thank you, I'm here all week (what's left of it) mucho's gracias GOODNIGHT!!!

Insert^{1. I always enclose the word sunny in inverted comma's when refering to the UK, as on the majority of times that I am there, it isn't! This trip however was blessed with reasonably good weather considering the time of year. This is my get out of jail free card before any sad bastard takes it upon themselves to check out the temperature, humidity, cloud levels and rain fall for September this year, and compare them to past years' averages for the same area, etc.}

Insert^{2. See, I don't do it all the time!!!!}

Who, what, when, where and...

2005-08-16T14:39:00.000+02:00

To live without nuisance, would truly be an empty existence indeed. However, to struggle by defeats the purpose of existing at all. To question is human, as is to err, and my question at present is a simple one, why? Simple to ask that is, not to retort. I care not for why this is happening, only why so often. With 4 subsequent attacks since my attempted “in time” portrayal, and having to resort to preventative medication, my patience really is tiring of it all, as Siobhan’s too must surely be. She knows exactly how grateful and appreciative I am for her patience, kindness, love and support, but I feel it needed repeating. It must be nigh on torturous to watch someone you care about suffer, become a useless wreck every time they experience an attack, but she has been my Rock over recent weeks, and I cannot thank her enough for it.

I have recently been contemplating alternative methods of relief and prevention, such as acupuncture (though some reports suggest that it only has placebo effects,) acupressure and even reflexology or other chiropractic methods. Other methods I have read about include Biofeedback, a method of relaxation and almost meditation that incorporates an ideal similar to the “mind over matter” principle. Anyone who has had any experience in these, especially biofeedback, both personal or witnessed, I would love to hear from, leave a comment or send me an email, details are in the disclaimer at the top right of the page...

Let me leave you with some peoples depictions of their auras:

A good representation of kind of how an aura effects your vision, curling round one side, except it isn't static, it's twirls and twists, and produces patterns like one of these would on a bright sunny day

The expression given in this picture is exactly my sentiment every time I feel an attack coming on, fear and panic...

Aura and migraine art can be found all over the web, just use your good friend:

The day after...

2005-07-29T11:12:00.000+02:00

Let's continue from where we left off...

[12:20pm] Arrive at health centre, luckily it is en route to home, tell the dippy blonde behind the counter, after she checks that I'm on "the system" (I hate it when people round here assume I am not local, just because I can actually speak English properly!) state that "I need to see a doctor." I was swaying by this point, the sunlight and heat outside had tripled the nauseating effects of my headache, and really was holding down the chunks. She then tells me she has put me in to see the emergency doctor. "How long will the wait be?" I ask, stupidly presuming that doctors work all the way through the working day. "Sorry" is the retort, "the doctors are on lunch from 12 to 3, you have to come back at half two, you are number 8 for the emergency doctor in the yellow section." Holding my back 2 fingered salute, I leave, sod the appointment, I know I have some Syndol at home, I'll take those and crash out.

[12:45pm] Get home, nausea overpowers again, rushing to the bathroom, I lift the lid just in time. Make a semi conscious decision that taking any more painkillers will just result in them being regurgitated. I struggle on the floor, room spinning, to remove my clothes, I'm baking up, the sweat is pouring out of me. Crawl onto my bed, thank god the window and doors are open, a breeze blows over my back, i pull a pillow over my head and lay as still as I possibly can. The bed feels like is is in the middle of one of these and the pain has reached the point I have been at so many times before. I don't want this any more, I want to die, and that is the thought that fills my head as I lose consciousness...

[5:37pm] Groggy, I awake, the alarm clock is flashing on my side table. I very cautiously sit up, the room is supprisingly "still", the very slight din of traffic resonates softly round the spacious quarter. Time for the test... I softly shake my head from side to side, like a child might do when outright refusing to do as he or she is told, except much slower. The pain is now very dull, a complete contrast to the original agonisingly sharp pain experienced during the beginning stages of the attack. My neck is stiff, not uncommon, my head feels thick, again, not uncommon, but something just isnt right. After only 5 hours of slumber, my head is almost "normal." This dull feeling normally only starts the day after my attack (which coincidentally I still have) but it has started too early.

This continues all evening, I have a small bite to eat, watch some CSI and Las Vegas on my PC, laying in bed, and fall asleep around 2:30am (having rested so much already, I was supprised to drift off so early)

Today I have a dull headache as I mentioned previously, my neck is still stiff, and I have a really sore jaw due to grinding my teeth during the attack. Maybe some sort of retainer might be a good idea... Back to work I go.. it's 11:40, roughly 24 hours ago I was in so much pain I couldn't see, I couldn't perform like a normal human being, and not through my lack of trying, or wanting to, but through sheer lack of ability. I will continue though, the second I became insentient, that thought of giving up hope dissipated, and besides, I have far to much to live for.

Yet another migraine

2005-07-28T11:47:00.000+02:00

Right, excuse the scattiness of this post, and any typos that may occur at the beginning, but I am typing this blind, well, just about. I am in the middle of having a migraine, from what I can tell so far, it’s gonna be a pretty hefty one, so here is a step by step account of what I actually go through every time I have one. I’m going to try to stay at work, and stick this through, all for you, the reader, so you can try and comprehend what these do to me.

I can just about make out from my systray clock, that it is now 10:32. About 15 mins ago this started, so that’s makes our first entry at 10:17:

[10:17am] Started getting tunnel vision, thought nothing of it at first, but when rubbing my eyes did nothing, at all, I started getting worried.

[10:20am] Tunnel vision has blurred everything bar a small circle in the centre in my vision where I can just about make things out. This is when I realised that the shit is gonna hit the fan, so in search of painkillers I go.

[10:25am] Mission accomplished, thank god I know this office like the back of my hand, pre-empting anyone moving their chairs in front of me was a hard task. Neck 3x200mg Nurofen just as the tunnel vision starts to clear and my usual aura begins. Flashing lights just off centre to the right, in a sort of horizontal zig-zag pattern, only one line, but with vertical zig-zags within it, mainly red, orange and green in colour. Had to run downstairs to fix someone’s keyboard, when the idea of blogging this came to me, which brought me to 10:32

[10:37am] Now, zig-zags still there, I can feel the tension building up at the front right hand side of my head just above my eye. Not had a right sided migraine in a while, and yes, they do normally hurt more, told you this was gonna be a bitch. Those of you worried about me using a monitor etc, don’t. I have my screens set to decent resolutions with a very high refresh rate, also, I have had my eyes tested, and various other tests by various other opticians and doctors, monitors don’t cause my migraines. I just suffer from chronic migraine, full stop! Or “period” as an American might say. I have no triggers, chocolate, cheese, citrus and caffeine are the main known triggers, known as the 4Cs, but I removed them all from my diet for 4 months a year or so ago, and guess what, still got migraines. My aura is beginning to go, pain to come shortly, I will keep you updated.

[10:47am] Vision is beginning to return to normal, just spoke to a good friend of mine about the idea, and her response was, and I quote “GOD.. GO HOME” You may think she is right, I should go home, rest, recover and recuperate. So let me put this to you, if I were in a traffic accident, say I got knocked flying off my bike, landed so badly that I smashed my leg up, and needed it amputated (bit fucking drastic, I know) I would have two choices. Firstly, I could cry, whinge, moan and complain about it all, have someone look after me, fend for me, wait on me hand and foot, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, fifty two weeks a year, or I could get on with my life, as normally as I possibly could, keep my chin up, and not let it get me down. Agreed? The same as anyone with a life affecting condition would do, epilepsy being a very good example.
Also, take my dad’s situation, back in 2000 he had 3 heart attacks, the last of which nearly killed him, one I had the most horrific experience of witnessing. He was in and out of hospital for the next six months to a year, he had angioplasties, stress tests, and eventually stents had to be implanted into the section of artery that kept collapsing. When he was eventually released from hospital permanently, he was prescribed a massive concoction of medications, just to keep him alive. Aspirin, Warfarin, ACE inhibitors, Lipid lowering med’s, other cholesterol controlling substances, you name it, he has probably taken it at some point since his attacks. Now, to the best of his ability, he carried on his “normal” life, his “normal” routine, as a father, husband and self-employed member of society. He continued to run his business the best he could, keep his life under control the best he could, and this man also suffers from migraine, which due to his other medication, he has to be careful with what he takes to combat the attack, as it could affect his heart. And that is the new perspective I have on this horrible affliction, I’m not going to let it get me down, I’m not going to let it control and dictate my life like it used to. Sure, I will take it easy when I am having an attack, but I refuse point blank to let this control my life any more. I will take the painkillers and anti-inflammatories, and try, to the best of my ability, not to let this get me down

[11:28am] That went on a bit, and I got distracted by work half way through, I just finished the last entry, the aura is completely gone, and the pain has shifted, I have a throbbing at the front left side of my head now, from the left temple to I would say about the dead centre of my left eye, as well as the throbbing. Ohh, and the nausea has begun… quite strongly.

[11:53am] For the first time since deciding to do this, I am thinking it may be a bad fucking idea. So bad that I just messaged my boss to ask for the PM off work. [Excuse the upcoming graphic-ness] I just made it to the toilet in time to be sick due to the pain I am in, my head is throbbing. Add to that the fact that when you retch it increases blood pressure to the head, causing more pain, causing more retching, it's a horrible cycle, one I have come to terms with during my years of suffering from migraine, one I wouldn't wish on my worst of enemies, and I mean that.

[12:07pm] Had enough, going home, and I think my initial point was made:

I’m going to try to stay at work, and stick this through, all for you, the reader, so you can try and comprehend what these do to me.

No matter how positive I think, how early I catch an attack and try and treat it, nothing helps. I think I could live as an amputee, I could even cope suffereing from epilepsy, as once your attack is over, you are semi back to normal, but with this pain, I just can't do it. I am gonna stop at the health centre on the way home to pick up a prescription for Tylex, these were the only painkillers I ever took that managed to at least control the pain I am in. The link below gives a good insight into some of the associated experiences with migraines, for now, this man needs his bed, and some dark.

http://www.mamashealth.com/migraine.asp

Shoot to kill?

2005-07-25T16:45:00.000+02:00

Let's start with some politics!

Britain remains in a raised state of alert, Bush is happily twiddling his thumbs, enjoying the carnage he seems to be continually causing globally, Blair is still acting like his little lapdog and innocent 27 year old Brazilians are getting shot.

Now, before anyone starts having a shout, hear me out first. I do not condemn the officers who riddled Jean Charles de Menezes' body with holes, or Sir Ian Blair for standing by them, supporting his officers, the country is currently under attack and drastic times call for drastic measures. If you run away from armed officers, towards the location of a recent terrorist attack, jump over safety barriers, and refuse to yield, expect the most unexpectable repercussions. And as you can see below, quite a big percentage of interviewees believe that the "Shoot to kill" policy should not be relaxed at present:

My condolences do, however, go out to the friends and family of Mr Menezes, losing anyone close to you is hard to do, even more so in these circumstances.

Anyway's that's the rant on that done, more arrests during last night, more "suspect packages" found, I really am glad that I'm nowhere near it to be quite selfish yet brutally honest about it all.

Someone who is over there though is on of the funniest, most caring, loving person I have ever had the absolute pleasure of knowing. Siobhan's been in Bristol/Exmouth since Friday, though she left England yesterday for Dublin, and will be there till the weekend. To quote The Police's (she'll love me for this!) "The bed's too big without you" is a complete and utter understatement. I feel like I'm missing a limb, I wander round the (very small let me remind everyone) flat like a dog who's lost his bone, and to make matters all so much worse, the insomnia is back... HOORAY! On a brighter note, so is my appetite, which was getting rather worrying, but I'm ravenous all the time again now, so maybe I'm heading back to the good ol' AHS! (Andy's Happy State)

This involves, feeling persistently hungry, sleeping 3-4 hours a day at most, reading a lot, and watching sunrises. I may have to stay at Siobhan's more often for that though, as her house faces east, and you get some cracking views :) Though I don't know if they beat some of the sunsets I get from my place , remember these:

Yesterday's launch of the space shuttle discovery seems to have gone off without a hitch, even if there were reports of sheilding/heat panels falling off during take off... Still, what do you expect using technology from the 50s and 60s, because as we all know, most of it is just "upgraded" to meet present requirements anyways... Like M$ Windows, same shit underneath, new name on top! And what's with the name Vista anyways?!!?

I leave you with this rather amusing link where you can read about how they plan to have a space station on the Moon, which they plan to use to hop over to mars for some more spacial exploration... Godspeed... ya big bunch of loons!!!! And not this type either, I'm talking proper crazy:

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?!?!

2005-07-12T16:31:00.000+02:00

What is the world coming to when more and more people on the planet are blowing each other up, for reasons of race or creed, for greed, or just for the plain sake of it? Add to this, those amongst us who are morbidly fascinated with it all. Taking photos and videos of said partially blown up bits of human, what was very previously a life, a living being, someone’s son or daughter, father or mother, husband or wife. And for what? To maybe make a quick buck of Ogrish or Rotten?? You sick, sick individuals, you disgust me. I bet it is one of you who is currently raising this future pillar of society, who is accused of raping a 7 year old and two 8 year olds. If this is what he is doing at 14, we can only imagine in horror of what can be expected of him in the future. No doubt, he would probably end up like this charming young man, who at only 16 has been sentenced to life for raping his 28 year old teacher, IN THE FUCKING CLASSROOM! He bit, beat and headbutted the poor bloody woman before forcing himself on her. She feared for her life, because of some over-horny little shit, but don’t worry, he’s safely locked away, and not available for parole for another 3 whole years. Great to see the British Justice system working to it’s full potential.
No doubt, this will continue, in the coming weeks, when more house are searched more victims are named and more families destroyed and friends lost
It is a sad, sad world we live in

Please excuse me...

2005-07-11T17:42:00.000+02:00

... for the recent lack of anything decent posted. I mean, there have been plenty of chances for me to write up some funny story, interesting quote, even a temerarious (gotta love Google's word of the day, part of it's new personalised service.) rant about someone or something.
I mean we had father's day (which I know of at least 2 people who forgot!!) so we could have celebrated that... OR NOT! You see, similarly to valentines day (where we celebrate how once a year Roman Soldiers would get free pick of a woman from whichever village they were currently plundering for the forthcoming year, or until he killed her) Father's day is a bit of a farce. However, unlike Valentines, this holiday hasnt been hyped up and expanded by Hallmark and the likes, ohh no, it's a complete fabrication by some yank woman named Sonora Dodd, who back in 1909, whilst listening to a Mothering Sunday sermon in Washington, thought how good an idea it would be to have a Paternal equivalent, so she could honour her father, who's birthday was funnily in June, apparently some time around the 19th. Even funnier is the following:

in 1910 the first group of morons from Spokane, Washington actually went along with this idea, followed by support in 1924 from an even bigger moron called President Calvin Coolage. 1966 saw President Lyndon Johnson adding his 2 pence worth and signing a presidential proclamation declaring the 3rd Sunday of June 'Fathers Day'. Why couldn't he have made it a Monday so it would have at least been made a bank holiday or something? Anyways... The biggest moron of the lot was president Nixon who made it permanent with a law in 1972. It's all very nice except for that fact that its adding to the slow Americanisation of England. First Fathers day, then the whole MTV culture thing, adverts brainwashing us into suing each other for injuries every 5 seconds. What next, the super bowl? I'm going to go back and hide in my cave...

[more of Mr Vallejo's humour can be found here yes, I part plagerised, but hey, it's funny, worth it, and gives him a plug]

We also had the British and Irish Lions' tour of New Zealand, who fared quite well against some of the smaller, Provincial and even second rate teams, but who got totally fricking annihilated by the Maori selection and 3 times by the Test team, who coincidentally could probably take on any previous world cup winning team and totally smack the living shit out of them. Be sure to check out probably the best team on the planet!

Next up, Islamic militant groups deciding to bomb parts of London, or was it? I know all the conspiracy theories will be flying, so I'm not even going to start, I'm just going to say it was all very upsetting. 9/11 was a shitter, but I never thought of it as having a direct affect on me, my loved ones, my friends. People I work with are only a 5 minute walk from Tavistock Square, and regularly commute to Kings Cross and Russell Square. It all suddenly became very, very real.

In case you havent already seen the link, you can also go check out the lovely Miss Myles' blog or even check out how Iolaire is doing now that he has successfully moved over to Macau (if he has bothered updating his site!!)

That's all for now... I'll be back soon... I hope... but for now, WATCH... THIS... SPACE!!!

The really big...

2005-07-10T12:33:00.000+02:00

TWO THREE! That's right folks, the 24th year that the world has had to suffer my existance has officially begun! The weekend went a little along the lines of this:
(http://eul_grepus.blogspot.com , it's author, maintainer and supplier of ideas (i.e me) holds no responsibility for any missing details or badly remembered information, due to excess alcomoholic intake!)

Thursday night was fantastic. Met with Siobhan on this side of the runway, walked across to Spain and caught a cab to Campamento for a meal at El Tendio (recommended to anyone reading this, great food) which she had arranged. Arrive and sit down, and go to order a beer, when shiv sneakily says "shall we get a bottle of wine?" Yeah why not, so I ask the lady for the wine list. Whilst perusing said list for something I fancy, ignoring the lady putting glasses etc down, I see Shiv gesturing to one of the waitresses, and upon asking what was going on, I find to my supprise that she had ordered a bottle of Champagne for me. Cue massively stupid grin from ear to ear which lasted all night long :) The food was superb, if you havent had chateaubriand at this place before, go get it. They carve a lovely piece of meat very finely for two people, and give you a hot plate to cook it on. As good if not better than steak on a stone!
Friday was my actual birthday, and the presents were a plenty :) A new shirt, wallet, Wales winning the Grand Slam DVD amongst some other not-going-to-mention-here style presents brought many a smile to my face from the lovely lady. Some money from my parents (new clothes/shoes tomorrow methinks) and an iPod mini from Chris and Buff. What can I say guys, I was shocked to say the least, thank you both very very much again! Ended up in Spain again, till the very early hours of Saturday, and unsupprisingly did very little yesterday!

Anyways, going to finish chucking music on my ipod :D bye for now

Just a quick hello....

2005-07-04T14:33:00.000+02:00

Just a quick message to say howdy to anyone actually reading this nowadays, to invite y'all to the Toon on the Rock bar at 6/6:30 on Friday PM for a few swift bevvies for my birthday. What we end up doing post Toon, only time and no doubt booze will tell, but no doubt lots of fun is to be had :D

Awww bless her...

2005-06-21T01:44:00.000+02:00

Time: 01:42
Music: Giant Steps, found here.
Mood: Amazingly, slightly better.

The lovely Shiv just gave me a call, (when I say just I mean 20 odd mins ago.) Her spidey senses must be on overdrive, coz I really needed a pick me up, when all signs seem to show that the transfer from yet again previously mentioned "massive mailbox" seems to have slowed! During our 20 odd minute call, the blog was mentioned, as one of the methods I have been applying to this GOD AWEFULLY BLOODY BORING TASK, and apparently, she requires me to mention her derriere.

But!!!! Before we do that, Dictionary.Com defines the derriere as a noun that describes the fleshy part of the human body that you sit on. Located at the top of the legs, and just below the small of the back. That place so many people seem to like to get tattooed:

See???!!!

Her bum isn't tattooed though, nor is her back, in fact, nor is any piece of her skin, it's all just how it came, and I wouldn't change a single bit of it. Her skin that is, I wouldn't refer to her as an "it," that just wouldn't be friendly.

Anyways, its now 2:08, I'm absolutely bloody shattered, I think the server in London started a backup at some bloody point, and that has slowed this down considerably. The way I'm going, I'm gonna have tomorrow off in lieu, im owed what, 4 and a bit hours already! I've run out of unseen Scrubs to watch, the web is being stupidly boring, so I've chucked a Scorsesi classic on... Casino... time for gangsters, sex, drugs and holes in the desert ;)

You never know, I might be back again shortly for another post, if my brain allows it, however, the only thing going through it, is sleep, cuddling, with Shiv, and her lovely, and previously unmentioned, bum.

Sigh....

2005-06-21T00:32:00.000+02:00

Time: 00:30
Music: None, watching a few episodes of Scrubs.
Mood:

From my educated guestimation, this one bloody calendar is taking up about 1.8 gigs of the previously mentioned "massive mailbox." Transfering it across the network, from current transfer rates, is going to take about 4-5 hours. It has been going for 2.5 hours so far, and has transfered about a gigs worth, 800 megs to go... and it's beginning to get me down. To say this is comparable to watching paint dry, really doesn't cut el queso if you get what I mean!

Add to that, my planned nice night in with Siobhan has been blown to shit, and she is probably curling up in bed at the moment, whilst I'm sat, upright, in this stupid chair, wishing I was in there with her.

So it's now 00:52, 650 megs ish to go... and I know, I took a while to write that, but I was waylaid by Scrubs and having a chat with Rosie, who's husband is one of the guitarists in possibly Gibraltar's best band to hit the scene, Se7en Sins!!

Bye for now, again, this is one rather miffed/depressed/lonely welshman, signing off, at 00:55

It's been a while...

2005-06-20T22:27:00.000+02:00

...since I could hold my head up high...

[/Staind!]!!!

Time: 22:26
Music: Korn - One (off MTV Icon:Metallica)
Mood:

So the london server decided to fall flat on its big flat arse this afternoon.
So I tried to fix it.
So now its getting late, I'm back in the office, after one offline defrag, trying to archive a massive mailbox to then run yet another offline defrag.
So work has been really stressing me out recently.
So I got a 75 quid fine for speeding back in December this morning.
So I have a massive water/electricity bill to pay off sharpish.
So I think, I might be back in that horrid depressed hole again... fun!

Lets get a move on shall we... Just listened to a crack mp3 of Steve Penk winding up DIY people, asking if they stock skirting board ladders, tartan paint, glass nails etc... lmfao!

Right, gonna get this sorted and go home.... night all

And it continues

2005-06-01T16:41:00.000+02:00

Very brief, because I'm quite busy, some of us DO have to work you know.

It seems, people are finally doing something about the annoying little fucking BASTARD!!!!! that is the Crazy Frog.

The Crazy Frog ringtone commercial has attracted around 800 complaints from members of the public, the Advertising Standards Authority has said.

The industry watchdog has launched an investigation into objections to the TV advert.

Around 200 people feared the Jamster commercial was targeting children as potential subscribers for its ringtone service.

More Info

Bye for now :D

Long Weekend

2005-05-31T13:14:00.000+02:00

Missouri had wierd clouds, our long weekend had rain. San Jeronimo RFC had the home advantage, and a coach of their's as a ref, we had determination and amongst others, Glen on the wing who did a repeat performance of his steam roller impersonation whenever he had the ball. Anyways, taking a 22-13 lead into the home leg of the playoff can't be bad, and with a decent referee, we should be able to completely ransack the dirty sons of bitches.
If anyone has slight medical knowledge, and has heard of something that can give a bloke the sensation that he is on fire on the inside, though his skin is cool to the touch, please leave a comment and let me know, because I've been left to bake at 250degrees for the last 2 days and it's beginning to worry me. Ohh, and the first one to come up with a menopause joke gets the finger or possibly something more pain inflicting, capishe?

Bit of a shit update, but I'm struggling to type, and feel like im being spitroasted... oeerrr :P

That took long didnt it!!!

2005-05-27T14:47:00.000+02:00

Well, that didnt take very long did it!! Came across this this morning, if anyone finds any more, email me or comment with the link, and I'll be sure to continue my death to the annoying bloody ringtone creatures campaign! I'm pleased to announce that Señor N00NchieS has decided to be the C.Ü.N.T. of the Campaign. (Campaign's Über News Transmitter) When asked about said little creatures, he had one thing to say:

"DIE FUCKERS!"

Miss Myles has decided that she's had enough late nights recently, and has taken the afternoon off work (lazy/lucky sod!!) Though we are meant to be going to this drum and bassy/housey evening that Larry is hosting tonight, but it aint till later, so she'll probably be well rested in time:
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In other news, these photos were taken in Missouri recently, and apparently the clouds have meteorologists (fucking hard word to spell that is!!!!) baffled:

Is the end nigh for Missouri??!?!