Tinselworm

Watched Bill Bailey's new live stand-up at the NIA yesterday night and I have never laughed as much in my life.  Funniest thing I have seen for a long time.

Although there was still time through all the laughter to get annoyed at the world.  During the interval I went to get some food, as you do.  We didn't go before the show because we got there a little late because someone got the NEC and the NIA mixed up and spent the best part of an hour trying to rectify this.  We won't say who.  Ahem.  *whistles innocently and looks away*

So anyway, we were queuing for food and I cast an eye over what passes for the menu and the only thing that looks worth having is a hot tandoori baguette.  Fuck it, I'll have two, the lovely lady has to eat too.  So we're queuing.  And queuing.  And queuing some more until 15 minutes have ticked away.  I'm two people from the counter and a voice booms out from behind the counter where the semi-literate, can't operate a till or count change above a quid chimps that they chose to employ for what could only be described as a sell-out gig work and says,

"No more hot baguettes.  No more cold baguettes!"

FUCK!  I've waited the better part of the interval for food to find they've run out of the only thing I wanted?  And from the sounds of it it wasn't the filling they'd run out of, because cold baguettes were out as well.  They must have just run out of bread.  What kind of morons have they employed to run this thing.

"How much bread d'you reckon we'll need, John?"
"Dunno, coupla packets?  How much is ten?"

Un-fucking-believable.  Needless to say I walked off in a less than happy mood, loudly declaring that "they've just lost out on my ten quid" and "what kind of twats are running this place".

Still, Bill Bailey was funny so it all worked out okay in the end.  And we went for a curry when we got home which was delicious.  But if you work for the NIA sort it fucking out, you cocks!

Time for a change

So I've changed the template design since revisiting my hallowed pages.  I might start blogging again but still don't really have anything to rant about, life is still pretty good.

I'm selling the flat and so far everything is going smoothly enough.  Got a house all lined up and me and the lovely lady will be co-owners just like real proper growed-ups.  Next thing to sort is the wedding which I just know will creap up like a ninja and surprise the hell out of us but hey, fuck it, we'll be ready come hell or high water.

So that is pretty much it.  Maybe more blogging to come, maybe not.  Watch this space.

Has it really been a year?

Well apparently so.   A year (nearly) since I last posted any kind of blog entry.  Wow, I wasn't kidding when I said it might not be regularly updated.

To be honest things haven't really changed much in the last year or so.  Still engaged to the gorgeous and sexy girl I'm proud to be marrying.  Still in the same job and still enjoying it, although dealing with people that freely state, "I don't know much about computers" after they have buggered everything up can be frustrating.

Some news is that there is a date set for the wedding.  August 2009 will be the time so plenty of time to prepare then?  I hope so, my preparation for things is well documented in these blog entries so if I remain true to form the day before the wedding I'll be running around trying to arrange a suit, a car, the church and the honeymoon while the bride is sitting pretty in her wedding dress with no wedding to go to.

Of course, all this is highly unlikely what with girl's ability to arrange a wedding in an afternoon and still have time for a couple of white wine spritzers with the bridesmaids.  I'm sure everything will be fine and dandy and will go off without a hitch, I have confidence.

We've also just gotten two new pets.  Rats by the names of Cornelius and Tuppe (keeping the Rankin theme going you'll notice) who are babies at the moment but will no doubt out grow there cage in no time flat and start taking over the flat.  Both boys, before you ask, with the biggest bollocks I've seen on small animals... not of course that I make a habit of looking and animal testicles, they're just very prominant... that's all.

And that, I think, is about it for tonight.  I think I should start blogging again, I really let these things slide too much which is a horrible downside to being me.

Laters.

Summer heat... goddamn it's hot!

Looks like we're having a heatwave then. It's been pushing 30 degrees for well over a week now and no sign of it letting up. A little bit of rain yesterday should have cooled everything down and for on evening it did but it didn't last and today has been hot again.

Sleeping isn't fun either, a sheet still feels like a forty tog quilt in this heat but still I have the lovely lying next to me so as long as she's there it's all good. Well... until she (in her sleep, never conciously) sprawls across the bed and drapes legs and arms over me. I love falling asleep with her and me cuddling but in this heat? Phew! Still, I love her with all my heart and thats why I'll do anything for her.

All of which means I need to make some changes to my lifestyle. Like she has just finished saying, it's time to put away childish things, which I guess means taking down the toys I have adorning my house that I think looks cool but that other people clearly think look a bit sad for a thirty year old to still have lying around the house in view. It also means taking more control of my life and stop just drifting along hoping that everything will be alright if I just ride it out. I need to find a way to build my confidence? I mean, how do you do that, seriously? I'm one of the least self confident people on the planet, I can't speak in public and rarely voice my opinion in a room full of people, even if they are all friends and relatives.

I wonder where this fear of rejection and lack of self confidence comes from? I mean, I know I was picked on a little at school, I think a few years of being the 'new boy' in a school played a part somehow. I remember in the early days of Middle School that I never used to join in with the play at breaktimes and just stood or sat by a wall reading due to a lack of new school friends. This made me something of a target and probably made me more introverted that I should have been, but I was only twelve.

What to do is the question. I suppose I should look up techniques and tips from 'experts' but what then? Will it help? We'll see.

Hayfever, I hate it.

I do, I really do. Sniffing, itchy eyes and constant sneezing. Still, it's only for a couple of weeks then I can venture out of the house and squint at the sunlight and start to enjoy the closing weeks of summer.

In the meantime I've got this and this to keep me entertained. Yay.