Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Poor secretaries
I do feel sorry for them sometimes. Not only do they have to do- in a day- the same work as I have to do in a day, but they also have to solve all of the problems of the world- be they medical, political, financial or serial
Friday, September 30, 2005
Apparently it's been two weeks!
Since last I wrote. Ah well, the new position must be taking it out of me. No sign of the salary review yet but it may take place during October.
The new position though is really good. Being kept busy which is the main thing!
Last weekend involved a mini night out on Friday (town, not city, relatively uneventful, other than my brother and his wife both ended up really quite drunk), Alton Towers on Saturday (good clean family fun) and snowboarding on Sunday (had to have a lesson so not quite as 'extreme' as it could have been but still fun).
Weekend before was quite good fun. Events were going on between my friends which I lost track of. Basically friend A had been dating friend B for 24 hours (if that, but it's been expected for months- ever since friend A became single). Then they decided to split up because of a mutual friend (of one, ex of the other). I really do think the city is a bit too small at times!!! Fortunately neither the young stalker, nor the tall stalker were out. Popped out the following Wednesday for a mate's birthday (which necessitated fast-food due to annoyingly timed buses) which was fun but uneventful and I even managed to get the last bus back.
Broke my racket as squash this week. It went flying into the wall but if the ball had come off it at the correct angle in the first place it wouldn't have been necessary. Replacement cost less than expected which is good because the trainers I bought on Friday appeared in the sale on Monday.
I'll be out drinking tonight, warn the city! Friday instead of Saturday because there's a night on, everyone's out and my sister wants the house tomorrow night so I'll be round me brothers.
Meat feast tonight. Will have to put some peppers and more cheese on it though.
The new position though is really good. Being kept busy which is the main thing!
Last weekend involved a mini night out on Friday (town, not city, relatively uneventful, other than my brother and his wife both ended up really quite drunk), Alton Towers on Saturday (good clean family fun) and snowboarding on Sunday (had to have a lesson so not quite as 'extreme' as it could have been but still fun).
Weekend before was quite good fun. Events were going on between my friends which I lost track of. Basically friend A had been dating friend B for 24 hours (if that, but it's been expected for months- ever since friend A became single). Then they decided to split up because of a mutual friend (of one, ex of the other). I really do think the city is a bit too small at times!!! Fortunately neither the young stalker, nor the tall stalker were out. Popped out the following Wednesday for a mate's birthday (which necessitated fast-food due to annoyingly timed buses) which was fun but uneventful and I even managed to get the last bus back.
Broke my racket as squash this week. It went flying into the wall but if the ball had come off it at the correct angle in the first place it wouldn't have been necessary. Replacement cost less than expected which is good because the trainers I bought on Friday appeared in the sale on Monday.
I'll be out drinking tonight, warn the city! Friday instead of Saturday because there's a night on, everyone's out and my sister wants the house tomorrow night so I'll be round me brothers.
Meat feast tonight. Will have to put some peppers and more cheese on it though.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Another Friday Final!
No apologies this week. I will not be blogging daily as my life is too boring and busy (it isn't actually contradictory).
Get my semi-promo next week so have been taking bits and bobs over this week, hence the busyness. Also did squash (though not at the usual centre, but a much lower quality place) and registered at college for my next A-level (officially an AS level, but may become a full A (or A2 as they call it now) next year). The course is looking really good, but all my fellow classmates are either greasy 17 years olds whose biggest trauma is their most recent driving test, or else smelly 40 year-olds who have nothing better to do. No-one even remotely humpable.
Still, there will be drinking in town over the weekend as this week has worked out to be better than last by an immense amount. I even secured a refund on one of the services I have used to try to sell one of my cars!!! And got it listed elsewhere much cheaper!!! Just have to see if it sells this time.
Get my own office on Monday!!!!!! I'll be on my own, not sharing like I am at the min, which will be good because I've not farted for 4 months.
Finished my book too. Wasn't a gripping read, but my next book is a bit of a concept book, looks really really good though. The old book was one which I had been reading at my Ex's, therefore that's another thing dealt with- just the shampoo, hairgel and bodywash (I left the Ex's with 4 bottles of bodywash as it had been on buy-one-get-one-free and there was confusion over whether my Ex wanted bodywash or not. Combined with the hairgel being on 3-for-2 and only just opened the first as we split, and the largest bottle of shampoo in the world having been opened as we split it's taken all of 4 months to use them up. Everything else has been used, in most cases within days or a few weeks).
I'm actually not that concerned with the bodywash, shampoo and hairgel having been at my Ex's and it's not as though I think of my Ex when I use them. It's just the final nail towards a fresh start (and with any luck some new metaphors). Probably what the Americans would call closure, but I think closure is something much 'bigger'. I've already dealt with that a long time ago and I've long been past the stage where I worry or even wonder what my Ex is up to- I really don't care anymore. If I wasn't such an anal skinflint I'd have probalby chucked them out ages ago, but I've paid for it so I'm bloody well going to use it.
The Semi-Shag-From-Bradford has been messaging me again. I was told on the night it was Leeds-Bradford which basically means that Bradford is so crap it has to attach itself to the closest town. Having been to Bradford, that sits about right. Nothing much from the messages of interest, other than the usual "those muscles!!!" amongst other things....
I can't think that anything else has happened really
Oh, don't think I said about my disasterous weekend to top off the appalling week. Went out with my usual friends on the Saturday night, just drinking and whatever, only we went to the club really early. It was a really quiet night anyway, however being in the club so early made it seem even more so. I left relatively early and texted the BGO. The BGO was in another bar so I popped along, only it was quiet there too, and rather than there being loads of mates (usually around a dozen) out there were 2. Topped by the the fact the BFO started chatting up the most ugly barperson in the world ever, I decided to cut my losses and head home in the most expensive taxi ever.
Still, things got better... Own office! How cool is that!!! Will even get my own secretary eventually too!!!!!
Pizza and beer tonight, Mmmmmmmmm....
Get my semi-promo next week so have been taking bits and bobs over this week, hence the busyness. Also did squash (though not at the usual centre, but a much lower quality place) and registered at college for my next A-level (officially an AS level, but may become a full A (or A2 as they call it now) next year). The course is looking really good, but all my fellow classmates are either greasy 17 years olds whose biggest trauma is their most recent driving test, or else smelly 40 year-olds who have nothing better to do. No-one even remotely humpable.
Still, there will be drinking in town over the weekend as this week has worked out to be better than last by an immense amount. I even secured a refund on one of the services I have used to try to sell one of my cars!!! And got it listed elsewhere much cheaper!!! Just have to see if it sells this time.
Get my own office on Monday!!!!!! I'll be on my own, not sharing like I am at the min, which will be good because I've not farted for 4 months.
Finished my book too. Wasn't a gripping read, but my next book is a bit of a concept book, looks really really good though. The old book was one which I had been reading at my Ex's, therefore that's another thing dealt with- just the shampoo, hairgel and bodywash (I left the Ex's with 4 bottles of bodywash as it had been on buy-one-get-one-free and there was confusion over whether my Ex wanted bodywash or not. Combined with the hairgel being on 3-for-2 and only just opened the first as we split, and the largest bottle of shampoo in the world having been opened as we split it's taken all of 4 months to use them up. Everything else has been used, in most cases within days or a few weeks).
I'm actually not that concerned with the bodywash, shampoo and hairgel having been at my Ex's and it's not as though I think of my Ex when I use them. It's just the final nail towards a fresh start (and with any luck some new metaphors). Probably what the Americans would call closure, but I think closure is something much 'bigger'. I've already dealt with that a long time ago and I've long been past the stage where I worry or even wonder what my Ex is up to- I really don't care anymore. If I wasn't such an anal skinflint I'd have probalby chucked them out ages ago, but I've paid for it so I'm bloody well going to use it.
The Semi-Shag-From-Bradford has been messaging me again. I was told on the night it was Leeds-Bradford which basically means that Bradford is so crap it has to attach itself to the closest town. Having been to Bradford, that sits about right. Nothing much from the messages of interest, other than the usual "those muscles!!!" amongst other things....
I can't think that anything else has happened really
Oh, don't think I said about my disasterous weekend to top off the appalling week. Went out with my usual friends on the Saturday night, just drinking and whatever, only we went to the club really early. It was a really quiet night anyway, however being in the club so early made it seem even more so. I left relatively early and texted the BGO. The BGO was in another bar so I popped along, only it was quiet there too, and rather than there being loads of mates (usually around a dozen) out there were 2. Topped by the the fact the BFO started chatting up the most ugly barperson in the world ever, I decided to cut my losses and head home in the most expensive taxi ever.
Still, things got better... Own office! How cool is that!!! Will even get my own secretary eventually too!!!!!
Pizza and beer tonight, Mmmmmmmmm....
Friday, September 09, 2005
HUGEST HUGEST APOLOGIES
For some reason it's gone really daft at work over the last week or so, to the extent that I have not had time to update.
And so to last weekend. Actually uneventful. Didn't go out on Friday. Did go out on Saturday, however my Recently-Single-Friend is now recently attached, still at the level where there is no possibility of any conversation due to locked lips. This combined with one of my other friends also dating (though the date doesn't smoke or drink and sat with a bottle of water all night- it'll not last long!) meant that there were just a couple of us unattached. Went clubbing and one of the other unattached- a quite unattractive 19year-old - who clearly has a crush on me wouldn't leave me alone. This combined with still not quite letting go of the Bloody-Fantastic-One made for a boring night so I got the 1am bus back to the nearest town and jogged the 3(!) miles back, stupidly. I have pulled a muscle as a result, which in combination with the nights drawing in meant that I couldn't go for my last evening bike ride of the year on Tuesday.
Anyhow, the rest of the week has been crackers- I've been in court almost every single day for almost all of the day. Wednesday was probably the worst day as my car cost me an extra £250 to get through its MOT and I couldn't register at college and traffic was generally appaulling. The only redeeming factor was that I met up with the Bloody-Fantastic-One for lunch which was really nice.
Thursday was quite crap as well as, still without car, I got back to the office after everyone but the cleaners had gone. Registered at college by 6:30, however there was no train back to the village until 8:10!!! So I popped into the supermarket to get a snack ( a pack of crisps) and a few cans of lager to make the evening a little better. At the checkout with both my purchases I spotted one of my ex's (from school so an ex a long way back) at the next checkout and we had a wee bit of a chat. And I got in by about 9:15 with blisters on my feet.
Otherwise the week has been quite uneventful. Drew at squash again which, considering my annoyance at the week, you'd have thought I'd have smashed but no. Nothing planned for tonight, night in with a film I think. Will be out tomorrow with my lucky tee-shirt on. It's not failed me yet!
And so to last weekend. Actually uneventful. Didn't go out on Friday. Did go out on Saturday, however my Recently-Single-Friend is now recently attached, still at the level where there is no possibility of any conversation due to locked lips. This combined with one of my other friends also dating (though the date doesn't smoke or drink and sat with a bottle of water all night- it'll not last long!) meant that there were just a couple of us unattached. Went clubbing and one of the other unattached- a quite unattractive 19year-old - who clearly has a crush on me wouldn't leave me alone. This combined with still not quite letting go of the Bloody-Fantastic-One made for a boring night so I got the 1am bus back to the nearest town and jogged the 3(!) miles back, stupidly. I have pulled a muscle as a result, which in combination with the nights drawing in meant that I couldn't go for my last evening bike ride of the year on Tuesday.
Anyhow, the rest of the week has been crackers- I've been in court almost every single day for almost all of the day. Wednesday was probably the worst day as my car cost me an extra £250 to get through its MOT and I couldn't register at college and traffic was generally appaulling. The only redeeming factor was that I met up with the Bloody-Fantastic-One for lunch which was really nice.
Thursday was quite crap as well as, still without car, I got back to the office after everyone but the cleaners had gone. Registered at college by 6:30, however there was no train back to the village until 8:10!!! So I popped into the supermarket to get a snack ( a pack of crisps) and a few cans of lager to make the evening a little better. At the checkout with both my purchases I spotted one of my ex's (from school so an ex a long way back) at the next checkout and we had a wee bit of a chat. And I got in by about 9:15 with blisters on my feet.
Otherwise the week has been quite uneventful. Drew at squash again which, considering my annoyance at the week, you'd have thought I'd have smashed but no. Nothing planned for tonight, night in with a film I think. Will be out tomorrow with my lucky tee-shirt on. It's not failed me yet!
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Blimey
Glass mended fine and FREE!!!! However in bad news I obvsiously wasn't sprightly enough on hearing the binmen yesterday morning as the bin was still nearly full. God damn those 6 week old grass cuttings!
Managed to get out on another bike ride again yesterday. Very nice too. Quite tiring. However it was nice to be out of the house as sister still hasn't done her washing up from before the weekend. Yes she had a busy weekend- so did I but I still managed it. Yes she had a job assessment yesterday, but she was still in the house when I left yesterday morning and had returned before I did and I still managed it. I just bite my tongue, then e-mail the parents.
Fortunately I'm not at home tonight as I'm playing squash with my brother.
Spent all morning in Court today not getting very far. With being in town I texted the BFO to see if a lunch meet would be acceptable, however no reply was received. Think it may be down to free text limits, however may be down to the drunken text of the weekend where I said that I couldn't pull because of the text I'd just received from the BFO saying my voicemail had only just got there. (keep up!). It could have been read light-hearted but the alcoholism meant that I missed out a few !!!s which would have made it clear it was supposed to be light-hearted.
Ah well...
Managed to get out on another bike ride again yesterday. Very nice too. Quite tiring. However it was nice to be out of the house as sister still hasn't done her washing up from before the weekend. Yes she had a busy weekend- so did I but I still managed it. Yes she had a job assessment yesterday, but she was still in the house when I left yesterday morning and had returned before I did and I still managed it. I just bite my tongue, then e-mail the parents.
Fortunately I'm not at home tonight as I'm playing squash with my brother.
Spent all morning in Court today not getting very far. With being in town I texted the BFO to see if a lunch meet would be acceptable, however no reply was received. Think it may be down to free text limits, however may be down to the drunken text of the weekend where I said that I couldn't pull because of the text I'd just received from the BFO saying my voicemail had only just got there. (keep up!). It could have been read light-hearted but the alcoholism meant that I missed out a few !!!s which would have made it clear it was supposed to be light-hearted.
Ah well...
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
BTWT
As in Back To Work Tuesday following a weekend of excesses...
However first to relieve anyone still on tenterhooks. Following Thursday when I had 'heard nothing since' indeed that very evening I did hear something.
I got a text on arriving home saying that it would be better if we were just friends. Hmmm, not ideal but acceptable. I keep thinking it could give me a base to work from, but that may get a bit stalkerish, desperate and eventually lonely. Still, friends is good- never read in any detraction from that. Friends really is good, but more would have been bloody fantastic.
Anyhow, then I took my wee little trip to Manchester with my mate from London- LittleGayBri. I have to name this one I'm afraid as I already have a nickname for him. He's little, gay and called Brian so it shortens nicely.
Anyhow, we went over on the Friday and it was busy and we both saw people we knew and generally had a good (if a little annoying) time. LGB doesn't really have much gumpsion about him. He has no sense of urgency, purpose or direction. Coupled with what is academically an astounding mind yet with little general knowledge and no common sense it all makes for an amusing character. Unless you're ready to go out somewhere and end up having to wait more than an hour whilst final preparations are completed to hair/face/clothing... Yes, we were quite late out all nights.
Generally the nights were more or less the same- lots of drinking, various pubs, onto clubs. I was very proud of myself though as on NONE of the three nights did I ask to go home first!!
Saturday was the only night when events differed substatially. Saturday night I got lucky with someone quite short from Leeds (you go all the way to Manchester just to pull someone from up the M1!). Anyhow, things went well and we went back together which involved a bit of fun until LGB arrived back and kinda put paid to anything more happening, moaning about how the reception staff had interrogated about the number of people in the room! Well, me and the LittleLeedsLover (snappy!) couldn't do much then, however that didn't prevent a number of love bites- and indeed real bites!- being inflicted on me. And a little bit of fun once LGB was asleep. Otherwise relatively uneventful.
LLL did text me last night with some quite rude suggestions, however Leeds is a canny wee way and I'm not sure it would be a suitable relationship to progress too far. Especially as I was chatting online to one of my previous FunFriends who is kinda-but-not-really in a long-distance relationship and who is considering better off out of it. I don't see it lasting long, especially as there has already been fun outside the relationship, which apparently doesn't count because of many busy weekends and the kinda-but-not-really nature and all sorts of stuff.
Productive day at work though. Just need a few more like it and I'll be a happy-yet-still-busy-bunny. Hopefully going for a cycle tonight after the car has had it's windscreen repaired (just a couple of chips but needs sorting for the MOT) and I've had my steak mmmmmm......
However first to relieve anyone still on tenterhooks. Following Thursday when I had 'heard nothing since' indeed that very evening I did hear something.
I got a text on arriving home saying that it would be better if we were just friends. Hmmm, not ideal but acceptable. I keep thinking it could give me a base to work from, but that may get a bit stalkerish, desperate and eventually lonely. Still, friends is good- never read in any detraction from that. Friends really is good, but more would have been bloody fantastic.
Anyhow, then I took my wee little trip to Manchester with my mate from London- LittleGayBri. I have to name this one I'm afraid as I already have a nickname for him. He's little, gay and called Brian so it shortens nicely.
Anyhow, we went over on the Friday and it was busy and we both saw people we knew and generally had a good (if a little annoying) time. LGB doesn't really have much gumpsion about him. He has no sense of urgency, purpose or direction. Coupled with what is academically an astounding mind yet with little general knowledge and no common sense it all makes for an amusing character. Unless you're ready to go out somewhere and end up having to wait more than an hour whilst final preparations are completed to hair/face/clothing... Yes, we were quite late out all nights.
Generally the nights were more or less the same- lots of drinking, various pubs, onto clubs. I was very proud of myself though as on NONE of the three nights did I ask to go home first!!
Saturday was the only night when events differed substatially. Saturday night I got lucky with someone quite short from Leeds (you go all the way to Manchester just to pull someone from up the M1!). Anyhow, things went well and we went back together which involved a bit of fun until LGB arrived back and kinda put paid to anything more happening, moaning about how the reception staff had interrogated about the number of people in the room! Well, me and the LittleLeedsLover (snappy!) couldn't do much then, however that didn't prevent a number of love bites- and indeed real bites!- being inflicted on me. And a little bit of fun once LGB was asleep. Otherwise relatively uneventful.
LLL did text me last night with some quite rude suggestions, however Leeds is a canny wee way and I'm not sure it would be a suitable relationship to progress too far. Especially as I was chatting online to one of my previous FunFriends who is kinda-but-not-really in a long-distance relationship and who is considering better off out of it. I don't see it lasting long, especially as there has already been fun outside the relationship, which apparently doesn't count because of many busy weekends and the kinda-but-not-really nature and all sorts of stuff.
Productive day at work though. Just need a few more like it and I'll be a happy-yet-still-busy-bunny. Hopefully going for a cycle tonight after the car has had it's windscreen repaired (just a couple of chips but needs sorting for the MOT) and I've had my steak mmmmmm......
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Black Thursday
Well.......it's a bad day. And it's raining.
I had heard nothing about the possibility of a date last night so I rang at about 9 ish. It went through to answerphone.
I tried again at bout quart'ten and again it went through to answerphone so this time I left a message. Basically it said that I thought it had been really nice but that I could tell there wasn't going to be another date, although if I had got the wrong end of the stick to let me know and we'd go out again.
And I've heard nothing since.
There is a faint glimmer that maybe I'll get a phonecall when I get in tonight, that maybe evenings are the best time and a chat is needed, but it is a faint glimmer.
I just feel that, after all that time and effort, that there would be something more. I'm not blaming anyone, just that the spark obviously wasn't there which I would have thought it should have been. It's a real shame. I've not felt so gutted about a break-up in years, and this was only after second date! I didn't even feel this gutted over the end of the 9 month thing, although I was expecting that and was really frustrated anyway.
Anyhow, today's not been so great. Got nothing at all to do tonight as I cut the lawn and packed for the weekend last night on the hope that there would be a date tonight.
Still, 2 bits of good news- now back in my own office at work, and also found the nail file. I now have 2!
I had heard nothing about the possibility of a date last night so I rang at about 9 ish. It went through to answerphone.
I tried again at bout quart'ten and again it went through to answerphone so this time I left a message. Basically it said that I thought it had been really nice but that I could tell there wasn't going to be another date, although if I had got the wrong end of the stick to let me know and we'd go out again.
And I've heard nothing since.
There is a faint glimmer that maybe I'll get a phonecall when I get in tonight, that maybe evenings are the best time and a chat is needed, but it is a faint glimmer.
I just feel that, after all that time and effort, that there would be something more. I'm not blaming anyone, just that the spark obviously wasn't there which I would have thought it should have been. It's a real shame. I've not felt so gutted about a break-up in years, and this was only after second date! I didn't even feel this gutted over the end of the 9 month thing, although I was expecting that and was really frustrated anyway.
Anyhow, today's not been so great. Got nothing at all to do tonight as I cut the lawn and packed for the weekend last night on the hope that there would be a date tonight.
Still, 2 bits of good news- now back in my own office at work, and also found the nail file. I now have 2!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Tuesday- just a quickie
Nothing really to report, other than a ridiculously early text from my Ex, just saying how nice a day it was. Basically I think trying to play with my mind but I really can't be arsed.
I've moved on. I am so glad the Ex and I split as I can look back now see just how annoyed and frustrated I used to get. Furthermore if the Ex is going to make it difficult for us to be friends, or try and split me and anyone else up, I can't be bothered trying to keep an awkward mate and will happily walk away.
Entirely seperately, I'm really looking forward to the next time I get to see my date. I can't stop day-dreaming. I really hope this works out as it's been so long in the pipeline. And everything's just FANTASTIC!!!!!
I've moved on. I am so glad the Ex and I split as I can look back now see just how annoyed and frustrated I used to get. Furthermore if the Ex is going to make it difficult for us to be friends, or try and split me and anyone else up, I can't be bothered trying to keep an awkward mate and will happily walk away.
Entirely seperately, I'm really looking forward to the next time I get to see my date. I can't stop day-dreaming. I really hope this works out as it's been so long in the pipeline. And everything's just FANTASTIC!!!!!
Monday, August 22, 2005
Monday (+1 week- apologies!)
Yes, Monday +1. This is because I have moved department temporarily and am in one of my bosses' seat, using the my bosses' computer. Didn't want to leave my trail all over it, however it's getting desperate now.
Where did I leave my life? Oh yes, went out with the ridiculously-tall-now-ex-date (the one who referred to 1st date as 2nd date all the time) and managed to supress that nice and fast. Well, almost... Considering as RTNED doesn't frequent the same clubs and me very often, there was a surprising presence over the following weekend (12-14- I ended up going out both nights again), although I managed to avoid any actual or virtual contact entirely, fortunately.
However the Friday night was the most FANTASTIC night in the history of the universe as someone that I've fancied for about 5 years was out clubbing. Basically the only problem with us going out up until recently was the fact that for most of the time I was at Uni, and then when I came back there was no sign of the Bloody-Fantastic-One as the BFO was in Australia. We used to live in the same village, and I was offered a car-ride back once but got too drunk. Still, getting sorted now.
Anyhow, on the Friday we got together, but unfortunately I had a sort of mate from Newcastle down who was staying in the spare room at mine so I couldn't go back. Did on Saturday though, only to sleep. no rudeness. But generally fantastic!!!
We went out again on thursday for a really nice meal and almost arranged Saturday but unfortunately something else cropped up, though not with me. May be out this Thursday, time permitting but it's a busy weekend what with Manchester.
My only concerns are that it seems a bit hot-and-cold. When we're together we can hardly keep our hands off each other, but when we're not it's me that has to ring up, and no matter how many texts I send I get brisk replies if any. I think it's perhaps just that some people are better at texting etc. than others, and I have to keep telling myself to be a little cautious and not to rush as it's still only just gone the first week. And of course it is inherent in my nature to fret and panic!
Anyhow, I was out on Saturday but with my usual friends. My Ex turned up for the first time in ages. Made polite conversation and then my excuses. And again. Third time the conversation was a little more in depth- why didn't I go round any more. Basically I said I didn't go round any more because I permanently felt awkward, and it could be a little difficult to explain to anyone I was going out with- which prompted the question was I going out with anyone. I think I side-stepped that, but I'm not sure... drink and all. Anyhow, what with the Bloody-Fantastic-One not being out, and my Ex being out and it being a relatively quiet night I made early excuses
Otherwise my time has been relatively uneventful. Work is entertaining at the minute though
Where did I leave my life? Oh yes, went out with the ridiculously-tall-now-ex-date (the one who referred to 1st date as 2nd date all the time) and managed to supress that nice and fast. Well, almost... Considering as RTNED doesn't frequent the same clubs and me very often, there was a surprising presence over the following weekend (12-14- I ended up going out both nights again), although I managed to avoid any actual or virtual contact entirely, fortunately.
However the Friday night was the most FANTASTIC night in the history of the universe as someone that I've fancied for about 5 years was out clubbing. Basically the only problem with us going out up until recently was the fact that for most of the time I was at Uni, and then when I came back there was no sign of the Bloody-Fantastic-One as the BFO was in Australia. We used to live in the same village, and I was offered a car-ride back once but got too drunk. Still, getting sorted now.
Anyhow, on the Friday we got together, but unfortunately I had a sort of mate from Newcastle down who was staying in the spare room at mine so I couldn't go back. Did on Saturday though, only to sleep. no rudeness. But generally fantastic!!!
We went out again on thursday for a really nice meal and almost arranged Saturday but unfortunately something else cropped up, though not with me. May be out this Thursday, time permitting but it's a busy weekend what with Manchester.
My only concerns are that it seems a bit hot-and-cold. When we're together we can hardly keep our hands off each other, but when we're not it's me that has to ring up, and no matter how many texts I send I get brisk replies if any. I think it's perhaps just that some people are better at texting etc. than others, and I have to keep telling myself to be a little cautious and not to rush as it's still only just gone the first week. And of course it is inherent in my nature to fret and panic!
Anyhow, I was out on Saturday but with my usual friends. My Ex turned up for the first time in ages. Made polite conversation and then my excuses. And again. Third time the conversation was a little more in depth- why didn't I go round any more. Basically I said I didn't go round any more because I permanently felt awkward, and it could be a little difficult to explain to anyone I was going out with- which prompted the question was I going out with anyone. I think I side-stepped that, but I'm not sure... drink and all. Anyhow, what with the Bloody-Fantastic-One not being out, and my Ex being out and it being a relatively quiet night I made early excuses
Otherwise my time has been relatively uneventful. Work is entertaining at the minute though
Friday, August 12, 2005
Funky Friday
Indeed off into town again TWICE- no sooner had I got there, then the firm rang to say they had given me the wrong things and could I come back and take the others!
Last night was ironing night which involved ironing, watching tv and drinking. It's easier if you drink and watch tv- the time flies. I also did a bit of tidying round and sorting out and the house looks good. Ready for the weekend! Just need to cut the lawn. Will be round at my borther's most of the weekend helping fit the cooker though.
Need to have a word with my sister sometime soon. Almost every time I get home and she's not there, the alarm hasn't been set. It's starting to get annoying now. Today however I got up and went downstairs to find every single light had been turned on after I went to bed, and left on till the morning.
Chatted to First Date last night on tinternet. Had a really nice chat actually. And it wasn't me who instigated it like a stalker. There is still the 3rd party though so I'm not going to be getting anywhere any time soon.
A night out boogying tonight. Should be good but for it raining.
Last night was ironing night which involved ironing, watching tv and drinking. It's easier if you drink and watch tv- the time flies. I also did a bit of tidying round and sorting out and the house looks good. Ready for the weekend! Just need to cut the lawn. Will be round at my borther's most of the weekend helping fit the cooker though.
Need to have a word with my sister sometime soon. Almost every time I get home and she's not there, the alarm hasn't been set. It's starting to get annoying now. Today however I got up and went downstairs to find every single light had been turned on after I went to bed, and left on till the morning.
Chatted to First Date last night on tinternet. Had a really nice chat actually. And it wasn't me who instigated it like a stalker. There is still the 3rd party though so I'm not going to be getting anywhere any time soon.
A night out boogying tonight. Should be good but for it raining.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Manic Thursday
To bastardise another song title.
Well, Tuesday went suitably hurrendously. Went out, met up with the date who, throughout the evening kept referring to it as second date! I only had time to eat a very quick sandwich at home, therefore the 2 bottles of wine and 3 pints of premium lager EACH took effect on the pool that I was trying to play. And it made avoiding the kisses difficult to the stage of impossible. On leaving the final venue I was asked when we would be meeting again and I replied, as tactfully as wine and beer allowed that we wouldn't as I just wasn't attracted. I got a taxi back.
The following day, having left my mobile at home accidentally until I was passing at lunchtime, there was a text saying that I obviously was attracted and how did I know it wasn't going to work. I replied there was no attraction and to go off and find someone nice. Fortunately our circles are almost as far apart as possible so should not prove awkward. But I'm sure it will.
Last couple of days have been a wee bit manic at work, constantly popping into town for various things. Helped my brother with a cooker last night before going off to play tennis which was cut short as he got caught short. Well, he needed a poo.
And so off into town again...
Well, Tuesday went suitably hurrendously. Went out, met up with the date who, throughout the evening kept referring to it as second date! I only had time to eat a very quick sandwich at home, therefore the 2 bottles of wine and 3 pints of premium lager EACH took effect on the pool that I was trying to play. And it made avoiding the kisses difficult to the stage of impossible. On leaving the final venue I was asked when we would be meeting again and I replied, as tactfully as wine and beer allowed that we wouldn't as I just wasn't attracted. I got a taxi back.
The following day, having left my mobile at home accidentally until I was passing at lunchtime, there was a text saying that I obviously was attracted and how did I know it wasn't going to work. I replied there was no attraction and to go off and find someone nice. Fortunately our circles are almost as far apart as possible so should not prove awkward. But I'm sure it will.
Last couple of days have been a wee bit manic at work, constantly popping into town for various things. Helped my brother with a cooker last night before going off to play tennis which was cut short as he got caught short. Well, he needed a poo.
And so off into town again...
Monday, August 08, 2005
Monday Monday
in the words of the Carpenters
Ah, what a weekend. Friday was a bloody mess though Saturday improved somewhat. Sunday, as with most Sundays, didn't exist, except as the limbo before Monday.
Friday was a bit of a mess because I was quite tired anyway, then I didn't get chance for a wee nap before going out- because we were going out earlier which further compounded it- and also I stuck to the stronger lagers rather than moving to the weaker ones later on. This all meant that I was not in a fit state to remain in the club after 1, though in all fairness I did manage to keep the vomit very reduced and only in the front garden- not in the club, taxi or even any more in the house.
Whilst in the nightclub on Firday I bumped into an old friend from university who now lives and works down in Nottingham, so we had a good catch-up which would have been much improved i I could remember what we talked about, and had I not sent the text on leaving that I wish my bed wasn't so lonely!
Saturday was good though. Went out again, same mates (not the old friend from university lot, my usual Nottingham buddies) with a couple of new ones, one of whom blatantly fancied me but I managed to talk to other people for most of the time. Then one of my friends started chatting to someone even taller than me, and I got chatting too, and then it led to us kissing. However throughout the night I was having to constantly deny being a 'player'. I had no idea what a player was, but apparently it is someone who will go for just about anything. Not me- I'm actually quite picky. However, when we got back and undressed things weren't quite so pretty. Had a good night but it was the sort of night where it might have been better had we stayed fully dressed.
Well, the upshot of it is that I'm probably going to have to go on a date tomorrow night just to prove that I'm not a player. And I don't want to go because there isn't much, if any, attraction there. Well- it's my own fault. One date maybe, just to sort it out...
Did manage to weed the garden though. And popped round to my brother and sister-in-law's for a barbeque. They have a new kitten which is very sweet. My sister and her partner were round as well (though considerably late) and her partner spent a lot of time trying extremely hard to be funny. This is the same partner who has recently been on a course to be a stand-up comedian and is now starting on the club scene. He's lucky he knows club owners otherwise he wouldn't get bookings. He's constantly touching her as well- really irritating.
And so the tention builds....
Ah, what a weekend. Friday was a bloody mess though Saturday improved somewhat. Sunday, as with most Sundays, didn't exist, except as the limbo before Monday.
Friday was a bit of a mess because I was quite tired anyway, then I didn't get chance for a wee nap before going out- because we were going out earlier which further compounded it- and also I stuck to the stronger lagers rather than moving to the weaker ones later on. This all meant that I was not in a fit state to remain in the club after 1, though in all fairness I did manage to keep the vomit very reduced and only in the front garden- not in the club, taxi or even any more in the house.
Whilst in the nightclub on Firday I bumped into an old friend from university who now lives and works down in Nottingham, so we had a good catch-up which would have been much improved i I could remember what we talked about, and had I not sent the text on leaving that I wish my bed wasn't so lonely!
Saturday was good though. Went out again, same mates (not the old friend from university lot, my usual Nottingham buddies) with a couple of new ones, one of whom blatantly fancied me but I managed to talk to other people for most of the time. Then one of my friends started chatting to someone even taller than me, and I got chatting too, and then it led to us kissing. However throughout the night I was having to constantly deny being a 'player'. I had no idea what a player was, but apparently it is someone who will go for just about anything. Not me- I'm actually quite picky. However, when we got back and undressed things weren't quite so pretty. Had a good night but it was the sort of night where it might have been better had we stayed fully dressed.
Well, the upshot of it is that I'm probably going to have to go on a date tomorrow night just to prove that I'm not a player. And I don't want to go because there isn't much, if any, attraction there. Well- it's my own fault. One date maybe, just to sort it out...
Did manage to weed the garden though. And popped round to my brother and sister-in-law's for a barbeque. They have a new kitten which is very sweet. My sister and her partner were round as well (though considerably late) and her partner spent a lot of time trying extremely hard to be funny. This is the same partner who has recently been on a course to be a stand-up comedian and is now starting on the club scene. He's lucky he knows club owners otherwise he wouldn't get bookings. He's constantly touching her as well- really irritating.
And so the tention builds....
Friday, August 05, 2005
Day 7- Friday
Not much has happened.
Wednesday played tennis with my brother and sister-in-law. Thursday I was in court, although we lost a convict. Well, I say that, the convict got sent down, only to get sent home due to an admin error which meant the case had to be mentioned today to send him down properly.
Manchester is getting sorted. Booked hotel after much trouble due to almost every hotel being full.
Bought nail file for work. My other has gone into the Bermuda triangle. My desk seems to 'loose' bits and bobs, only for them to reappear inexplicably days later. The nail file's been gone for more than a week however is due to return now that I've bought a new one.
The second car is in the paper. Parents (who left for France yesterday) had someone look round it on Wednesday, however no other bites yet. Started it up last night- will be a shame to see it go.
Sister wants to share the shopping whilst the parents are away. I don't because she buys really really expensive stuff.
Went round to see the Ex last night. Not too bad, but there was some whining at the end and could we have a bit of fun. Stuck to my ground. Won't go again if it's going to get like that.
Chatted online to my recently-single-friend last night for a wee bit but think I may have caused offence by saying it hadn't been love. The reason I said it is because they never looked in love. And love only kicks in after about 3 or 4 years, once the lust chemicals have died off. Of course, we say love before then, but that's just to show it's more than passion. We'll both be out tonight though so if necessary I can clarify.
Had an appaulling start today. Got up about half an hour later than normal. Still got into work fine. The 6 mini bottles of Stella and two glasses of wine probably didn't help though!
Wednesday played tennis with my brother and sister-in-law. Thursday I was in court, although we lost a convict. Well, I say that, the convict got sent down, only to get sent home due to an admin error which meant the case had to be mentioned today to send him down properly.
Manchester is getting sorted. Booked hotel after much trouble due to almost every hotel being full.
Bought nail file for work. My other has gone into the Bermuda triangle. My desk seems to 'loose' bits and bobs, only for them to reappear inexplicably days later. The nail file's been gone for more than a week however is due to return now that I've bought a new one.
The second car is in the paper. Parents (who left for France yesterday) had someone look round it on Wednesday, however no other bites yet. Started it up last night- will be a shame to see it go.
Sister wants to share the shopping whilst the parents are away. I don't because she buys really really expensive stuff.
Went round to see the Ex last night. Not too bad, but there was some whining at the end and could we have a bit of fun. Stuck to my ground. Won't go again if it's going to get like that.
Chatted online to my recently-single-friend last night for a wee bit but think I may have caused offence by saying it hadn't been love. The reason I said it is because they never looked in love. And love only kicks in after about 3 or 4 years, once the lust chemicals have died off. Of course, we say love before then, but that's just to show it's more than passion. We'll both be out tonight though so if necessary I can clarify.
Had an appaulling start today. Got up about half an hour later than normal. Still got into work fine. The 6 mini bottles of Stella and two glasses of wine probably didn't help though!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Day 6- Tuesday
Yesterday evening turned into a mini-nightmare. Took the dog for a walk, doing the circular walk that I prefer. Got part way round and entered a field which I will call Field 1. On leaving the other end of Field 1, two cows appeared meaning the dog's exit was a little faster than normal. This is not very important yet.
Walked on quite a bit further, through the next villiage and back into the fields by the river. Field 2 (as it shall be known) had some cows at the other end. Wouldn't have been a problem but they were blocking the gate to Field 3. The dog would normally find her way around the cows on her own, keeping a more than repectable distance so as not to cause problems; therefore I made my way very carefully through the herd, through the gate and into Field 3, where there were more cows. Again, not a problem as the adjacent field was empty and the dog could get into that without any cow trouble.
For some reason the dog decided to remain resolutely in Field 2, not going round as expected. I was trying to whistle to her to go round but she instead chose to sit. The cows did not, and decided to investigate me. I remained calm, moving slowly and not causing any problem until my friend from London rang to arrange details of a trip to Manchester we are planning. So I was trying to call to the dog, who had decided to start attracting the cows' attentions; also to navigate my way through the herd and also hold a conversation with my friend.
In the end I just had the conversation with my friend, by the end of this the cows had got bored and moved off allowing the dog free passage. She really doesn't help me sometimes!!!!
Otherwise it was an uneventful night.
Walked on quite a bit further, through the next villiage and back into the fields by the river. Field 2 (as it shall be known) had some cows at the other end. Wouldn't have been a problem but they were blocking the gate to Field 3. The dog would normally find her way around the cows on her own, keeping a more than repectable distance so as not to cause problems; therefore I made my way very carefully through the herd, through the gate and into Field 3, where there were more cows. Again, not a problem as the adjacent field was empty and the dog could get into that without any cow trouble.
For some reason the dog decided to remain resolutely in Field 2, not going round as expected. I was trying to whistle to her to go round but she instead chose to sit. The cows did not, and decided to investigate me. I remained calm, moving slowly and not causing any problem until my friend from London rang to arrange details of a trip to Manchester we are planning. So I was trying to call to the dog, who had decided to start attracting the cows' attentions; also to navigate my way through the herd and also hold a conversation with my friend.
In the end I just had the conversation with my friend, by the end of this the cows had got bored and moved off allowing the dog free passage. She really doesn't help me sometimes!!!!
Otherwise it was an uneventful night.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Day 5- Monday
I really am all in favour of a 4 day week, 3 day weekend. Must get round to proposing it at work soon...
Friday was a night in with beer. Shame because Friday is the busier night clubbing but none of my mates were out due to my recently-single-friend not wanting to see the ex. Was useful though as I just watched tv and recharged my batteries.
Did go out Saturday night to find out that one of my friends had indeed been out on Friday. Hmmph! Ah well, batteries were more or less recharged all the same. Saw someone really cute in both the pub and the club. I've seen the cutie out before but somehow or other there is a connection with my Ex. Don't think it's as strong a connection to be called 'mates', just think they know (or used to know ) each other. Nothing happened though as I was too busy watching the beer monster steal all of my money and keeping an eye out for my recently-single-friend's ex. Someone bought some red shots which were drunk, then I- on finding out the red shots were not Aftershock- bought more red shots, this time they were Aftershock. Anyhow, someone couldn't drink one so I had to have more. Damn...
Anyhow, my sister collected me from outside the club. It's very useful to have a sister who works as a door person occasionally! Free taxi home (would have been a very cheap night had it not been for the red shots!) perfectly timed as my recently-single-friend was starting to get a little too close which we would both have ended up regretting.
Why didn't I make a move on the cutie in the club?!?! It's going to be the airplane saga all over again!!! Ah well, it's not the first time that Ihave spied that particular cutie in that particular club so I shall just have to hope for this weekend!! Don't know if it'll be both nights or just one.
As a wee post-script, it turns out that after I left my recently-single-friend's ex did turn up, apparently wanting to stay mates with me and the others. This would cause problems naturally, not least because we didn't get on, but also because- no matter how long you go out with the same group of friends- unless something particularly heanous occurs you will always be 'partner-of-the-friend' and never really quite make it to 'friend'. As such my mate would always come first anyway, but as I say there's no contest here- I know which who I prefer.
First weekend in a very long while (in this country at least) that I have not had a text of any sort (let alone horny) off the Ex. Quite quite nice! I believe it is because the Ex has gone off with new fella camping. We used to camp so I hope the new fella didn't mind if he got taken to one of our old haunts. I'd have found it weird, but the Ex would not have understood why.
Speaking of texts, it's been a crackers weekend. No sooner had I stepped into the pub on Saturday than 3 of my old mates from Newcastle texted. One, who I fancy a wee bit, wanted to come down for a weekend. Good good. Another wanted my email just for an update and a third had moved to Manchester.
and so a bizarre, yet quiet weekend ends
Friday was a night in with beer. Shame because Friday is the busier night clubbing but none of my mates were out due to my recently-single-friend not wanting to see the ex. Was useful though as I just watched tv and recharged my batteries.
Did go out Saturday night to find out that one of my friends had indeed been out on Friday. Hmmph! Ah well, batteries were more or less recharged all the same. Saw someone really cute in both the pub and the club. I've seen the cutie out before but somehow or other there is a connection with my Ex. Don't think it's as strong a connection to be called 'mates', just think they know (or used to know ) each other. Nothing happened though as I was too busy watching the beer monster steal all of my money and keeping an eye out for my recently-single-friend's ex. Someone bought some red shots which were drunk, then I- on finding out the red shots were not Aftershock- bought more red shots, this time they were Aftershock. Anyhow, someone couldn't drink one so I had to have more. Damn...
Anyhow, my sister collected me from outside the club. It's very useful to have a sister who works as a door person occasionally! Free taxi home (would have been a very cheap night had it not been for the red shots!) perfectly timed as my recently-single-friend was starting to get a little too close which we would both have ended up regretting.
Why didn't I make a move on the cutie in the club?!?! It's going to be the airplane saga all over again!!! Ah well, it's not the first time that Ihave spied that particular cutie in that particular club so I shall just have to hope for this weekend!! Don't know if it'll be both nights or just one.
As a wee post-script, it turns out that after I left my recently-single-friend's ex did turn up, apparently wanting to stay mates with me and the others. This would cause problems naturally, not least because we didn't get on, but also because- no matter how long you go out with the same group of friends- unless something particularly heanous occurs you will always be 'partner-of-the-friend' and never really quite make it to 'friend'. As such my mate would always come first anyway, but as I say there's no contest here- I know which who I prefer.
First weekend in a very long while (in this country at least) that I have not had a text of any sort (let alone horny) off the Ex. Quite quite nice! I believe it is because the Ex has gone off with new fella camping. We used to camp so I hope the new fella didn't mind if he got taken to one of our old haunts. I'd have found it weird, but the Ex would not have understood why.
Speaking of texts, it's been a crackers weekend. No sooner had I stepped into the pub on Saturday than 3 of my old mates from Newcastle texted. One, who I fancy a wee bit, wanted to come down for a weekend. Good good. Another wanted my email just for an update and a third had moved to Manchester.
and so a bizarre, yet quiet weekend ends
Friday, July 29, 2005
Day 4
Well, day 4 plus some!
I am now returned from the Seychelles having had a fantastic time. One word of warning- do not, as a single male, holiday with 2 females as they just bitch about each other to you. I went with my sister and her friend, made considerably worse by the fact that my sister's friend is an incesant moaner.
You get ants in England, and the ones in the house were no big or more deadly, yet they were moaned about. And you'd think she was the only person ever to have been bitten by a mosquito! EVERY time she was bitten we all heard about it, along with updates on the swellings. It was a blessing when, on the penultimate day, she suffered a migraine- no doubt relating to one of her many (and oft mentioned) alergies. Unfortunately for my sister this involved here being a five-minute nurse in that she was called to the bedroom every five minutes to tell people to shut up or to pour a little water in her mouth or whatever. My sister lost patience though when disembarking the airplane. You would have thought that her friend- still suffering- would have wished nothing more than to put a move on to get home to her bed, but apparently not. She took a good 15 minutes to get off the 'plane, much to the exasperation of the passengers behind her. Then- on being freed and rushing to pass her- they occassionally and gently brushed against my sister's friend which caused further stoppage. My sister took the same view as I: if she's not going to help herself at all, neither should anyone else.
I'm not unsympathetic. I know people suffer migraines with varying degrees of effects, and whilst I've been fortunate never to suffer with migraines I've had some stinker headaches. But she did nothing to help herself at all- she wouldn't drink which is one of the reasons she may have induced the migraine in the first place; she wouldn't put any sort of a move on doing essential things, such as getting to the airport- still, not my problem any more.
My sister though, in all fairness, was very little trouble at all. There had been mild concerns from my mother that she would be a bit troublesome and that I would end up having to bite my tongue a lot but those incidents were few and far between (the only one I can remember was the one in a relatively nice restaurant where a waiter dropped a glass and she bellowed 'sack the juggler' but it was her first day drinking after a week on antibiotics.)
Beach was lovely. Went scuba diving for an afternoon- fantastic (after the initial panic of 'bloody hell I'm breathing underwater and I shouldn't be')- and also deep see fishing where a number of large fish were caught including the tuna which we ate the subsequent day (raw!). Also tried octopus curry- actually quite nice, a bit like chicken (!).
And so it is that, after landing about 11pm and arriving home around 3, that I got up at 6:30 to plod into work for the last day of the week. Somewhat embarrassingly the new Harry Potter had been sent to my office rather than my home! Actually quite glad I did. Aside from the fact that I keep a further day holiday till the end of the year I have had futher 'holiday merriness' in that many people popped into my office to see how it all went and to look at the digital photos and (after lunch) the underwater developed ones.
On arrival in the UK last night though I did text both the Ex and First Date. First Date was the first to respond (almost instantly!). In conversation though it transpired that First Date is kinda seeing someone now. I'm not actually that disappointed- I couldn't have expected a month-long delay like that and it was nice to have the honesty. We are to stay friends though as apparently I'm good to talk to which is good. Also good will be to have a few more friends to go out with as dating the Ex for 9 months nearly extinguished all my current friends as my Ex didn't really like any of my friends or indeed clubbing.
On the subject of going out, I have been in touch with my recently-single-friend who will be out on Saturday. Fantastic! Allows me tonight to recover and do little (except read some Harry Potter as one of the girls in the office wants to have a conversation with me about it on Monday), and then out tomorrow night now fully able to pull. Tomorrow though will be a bit more of a subdued evening as the big night of the month is the last Friday. Still, we couldn't go out on the Friday incase my recently-single-friend bumped into the recently-ex'd along with recently-ex'd's new bit of stuff (apparently a long way down the scale from my friend, but I've been telling my mate he was underated for ages). Could still be a tricky night out though!
My Ex did text back, though this morning. Relatively uneventful text mind. The Ex had been to Miami whilst I was away and apparently missed me loads. Why do hurricanes never hit right! (Incase any Karma or any sort is watching, or anyone thinks I was being malicious or nasty it is, of course, the last thing I would wish on anyone, least of all someone who I am trying to stay friends with).
Popped to the local college at lunch though to register for an evening A level in psychology- something I've been meaning to do for a canny wee while. Will have to have a wee interview but should be no problem.
And so the week ends...
I am now returned from the Seychelles having had a fantastic time. One word of warning- do not, as a single male, holiday with 2 females as they just bitch about each other to you. I went with my sister and her friend, made considerably worse by the fact that my sister's friend is an incesant moaner.
You get ants in England, and the ones in the house were no big or more deadly, yet they were moaned about. And you'd think she was the only person ever to have been bitten by a mosquito! EVERY time she was bitten we all heard about it, along with updates on the swellings. It was a blessing when, on the penultimate day, she suffered a migraine- no doubt relating to one of her many (and oft mentioned) alergies. Unfortunately for my sister this involved here being a five-minute nurse in that she was called to the bedroom every five minutes to tell people to shut up or to pour a little water in her mouth or whatever. My sister lost patience though when disembarking the airplane. You would have thought that her friend- still suffering- would have wished nothing more than to put a move on to get home to her bed, but apparently not. She took a good 15 minutes to get off the 'plane, much to the exasperation of the passengers behind her. Then- on being freed and rushing to pass her- they occassionally and gently brushed against my sister's friend which caused further stoppage. My sister took the same view as I: if she's not going to help herself at all, neither should anyone else.
I'm not unsympathetic. I know people suffer migraines with varying degrees of effects, and whilst I've been fortunate never to suffer with migraines I've had some stinker headaches. But she did nothing to help herself at all- she wouldn't drink which is one of the reasons she may have induced the migraine in the first place; she wouldn't put any sort of a move on doing essential things, such as getting to the airport- still, not my problem any more.
My sister though, in all fairness, was very little trouble at all. There had been mild concerns from my mother that she would be a bit troublesome and that I would end up having to bite my tongue a lot but those incidents were few and far between (the only one I can remember was the one in a relatively nice restaurant where a waiter dropped a glass and she bellowed 'sack the juggler' but it was her first day drinking after a week on antibiotics.)
Beach was lovely. Went scuba diving for an afternoon- fantastic (after the initial panic of 'bloody hell I'm breathing underwater and I shouldn't be')- and also deep see fishing where a number of large fish were caught including the tuna which we ate the subsequent day (raw!). Also tried octopus curry- actually quite nice, a bit like chicken (!).
And so it is that, after landing about 11pm and arriving home around 3, that I got up at 6:30 to plod into work for the last day of the week. Somewhat embarrassingly the new Harry Potter had been sent to my office rather than my home! Actually quite glad I did. Aside from the fact that I keep a further day holiday till the end of the year I have had futher 'holiday merriness' in that many people popped into my office to see how it all went and to look at the digital photos and (after lunch) the underwater developed ones.
On arrival in the UK last night though I did text both the Ex and First Date. First Date was the first to respond (almost instantly!). In conversation though it transpired that First Date is kinda seeing someone now. I'm not actually that disappointed- I couldn't have expected a month-long delay like that and it was nice to have the honesty. We are to stay friends though as apparently I'm good to talk to which is good. Also good will be to have a few more friends to go out with as dating the Ex for 9 months nearly extinguished all my current friends as my Ex didn't really like any of my friends or indeed clubbing.
On the subject of going out, I have been in touch with my recently-single-friend who will be out on Saturday. Fantastic! Allows me tonight to recover and do little (except read some Harry Potter as one of the girls in the office wants to have a conversation with me about it on Monday), and then out tomorrow night now fully able to pull. Tomorrow though will be a bit more of a subdued evening as the big night of the month is the last Friday. Still, we couldn't go out on the Friday incase my recently-single-friend bumped into the recently-ex'd along with recently-ex'd's new bit of stuff (apparently a long way down the scale from my friend, but I've been telling my mate he was underated for ages). Could still be a tricky night out though!
My Ex did text back, though this morning. Relatively uneventful text mind. The Ex had been to Miami whilst I was away and apparently missed me loads. Why do hurricanes never hit right! (Incase any Karma or any sort is watching, or anyone thinks I was being malicious or nasty it is, of course, the last thing I would wish on anyone, least of all someone who I am trying to stay friends with).
Popped to the local college at lunch though to register for an evening A level in psychology- something I've been meaning to do for a canny wee while. Will have to have a wee interview but should be no problem.
And so the week ends...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Day 3
Sausages. Disappointed by the revelation that they were only chipolata. This also meant my waffles were cooked first.
Also- amusingly- within seconds of posting yesterday the Ex did text! More arsey than whiney though, saying how I didn't want us to be mates. A little bit of butter though makes it a lot easier. (NOT like that for the rude ones! I'm certainly not using butter for that- waste of butter for a start and that would cause the whining to start again from the Ex hahaha!). I just basically said how I did want us to be mates and enjoy the holiday.
Was on tinternet last night chatting to First Date. Well, I say chatting- it was bout 2 minutes then 'I'm off for a bath'. On return from the bath there was a further 2 minutes then 'such-and-such is on tv, see you later'.I'm in 2 minds whether or not to try popping round later- I'm all packed so got the time.
On the packing front, it's surprising just how little I'm taking. Having worries that I've forgotten things. Still, last day at work. Fortunately. It's been a bugger getting up the last couple of days. Not that tomorrow's any easier- getting up at 5. Don't need to but it's not a holiday if you're not up early. Actually I do need to.
Had to be a shoulder last night too. A good friend was also on tinternet and has recently been made single so I kept having to say how my friend was so much better (actually true) and how the ex was really evil (not actually really evil but we never really got on) and how moving on was the best thing. Of course moving on was the last thing on my mate's mind: getting back together was up there at the top but being as the ex is now seeing someone else it could be a little time. Shouldering duly done I disappeared off to bed.
Nearly done my record. Well, not nearly but I've started it and got enough done so that when I come back I can sort it out really quickly and easily. One of the middle figures (as in not senior, not secretary) is leaving, it was revealed today. The secretary pool (does sound good) is all a flutter as to reassignment. I will be due a secretary in a few months time so maybe, just maybe, the younger one will still be available.
Right, I have lilo and suncream (curses to those of you who were thinking 'stitch') and shall be away for 2weeks and a day (it'll probably work out to be 2 by the time I can updated this). Apparently my Ex- who is also on holiday at the same time as it was already booked off work for me- is flying into a hurricane. 2 lots of hot and blustery air!
Must sent that text....
Also- amusingly- within seconds of posting yesterday the Ex did text! More arsey than whiney though, saying how I didn't want us to be mates. A little bit of butter though makes it a lot easier. (NOT like that for the rude ones! I'm certainly not using butter for that- waste of butter for a start and that would cause the whining to start again from the Ex hahaha!). I just basically said how I did want us to be mates and enjoy the holiday.
Was on tinternet last night chatting to First Date. Well, I say chatting- it was bout 2 minutes then 'I'm off for a bath'. On return from the bath there was a further 2 minutes then 'such-and-such is on tv, see you later'.I'm in 2 minds whether or not to try popping round later- I'm all packed so got the time.
On the packing front, it's surprising just how little I'm taking. Having worries that I've forgotten things. Still, last day at work. Fortunately. It's been a bugger getting up the last couple of days. Not that tomorrow's any easier- getting up at 5. Don't need to but it's not a holiday if you're not up early. Actually I do need to.
Had to be a shoulder last night too. A good friend was also on tinternet and has recently been made single so I kept having to say how my friend was so much better (actually true) and how the ex was really evil (not actually really evil but we never really got on) and how moving on was the best thing. Of course moving on was the last thing on my mate's mind: getting back together was up there at the top but being as the ex is now seeing someone else it could be a little time. Shouldering duly done I disappeared off to bed.
Nearly done my record. Well, not nearly but I've started it and got enough done so that when I come back I can sort it out really quickly and easily. One of the middle figures (as in not senior, not secretary) is leaving, it was revealed today. The secretary pool (does sound good) is all a flutter as to reassignment. I will be due a secretary in a few months time so maybe, just maybe, the younger one will still be available.
Right, I have lilo and suncream (curses to those of you who were thinking 'stitch') and shall be away for 2weeks and a day (it'll probably work out to be 2 by the time I can updated this). Apparently my Ex- who is also on holiday at the same time as it was already booked off work for me- is flying into a hurricane. 2 lots of hot and blustery air!
Must sent that text....
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Day 2
And along comes Tuesday, regular as ever...
Today is supposed to be topped off with first date (attempt 3). Not only do I not have first date, I also had no sleep, after being woken at 6am with a text from First Date telling me that first date would not be happening due to tiredness. [nb- from now on 'First Date' refers to the person (capitals for Proper noun) where as 'first date' refers to the actual (or at least proposed) date]
Needless to say the condition is catching. Apparently free texts finished at 7am, hence the early start! still, first date has now been rearranged for Friday 29th July- the day after I return from Seychelles and just over a month since first sex. Still, I take full responsibility for the first postponement, due to my tiredness, and I also have to take responsibility for the holiday. Well, I suppose it would be unfair to blame my brother for having organised his wedding so soon to first date. At least I have a little longer to pack.
Even then, first date won't really be first date. I think it's more a case that we'll happen to be out at the same time in the same place as my mates will be out and that's already kinda arranged. Still, I'll see how it goes...
Just been putting the finishing touches to the Best Man's Speech. It's terrible. Typical speech- corny jokes etc, and hopefully it'll work out at a dignified length as it's looking a little short at the min. Not really my fault, my brother just hasn't done much amusing. And it's difficult to keep it clean in front of the in-laws-to-be.
Must do my training record tomorrow. I'm supposed to fill it in weekly, only I've not done it for about a month now and if I leave it till I get back I stand no chance.
Not heard from the Ex for a few days now. In fact the last text was on Sunday denying whining, just being horny. It was whining. They all seem to be whining 'why can't we have sex' texts. If I get any more I'll just reply with 'I'm not having sex with you whilst I am with First Date'. Being as the revelation that I had a first date at all went down terranomically (new word in creation) I think that could finally sink the coffin. We're supposed to be staying mates- and I really would like to be mates- but if I'm just going to be getting whiny texts then I can cope without. To be honest I think the whiny Ex texts were related to First Date
And the great debate- curry or sausages for dinner???!
Today is supposed to be topped off with first date (attempt 3). Not only do I not have first date, I also had no sleep, after being woken at 6am with a text from First Date telling me that first date would not be happening due to tiredness. [nb- from now on 'First Date' refers to the person (capitals for Proper noun) where as 'first date' refers to the actual (or at least proposed) date]
Needless to say the condition is catching. Apparently free texts finished at 7am, hence the early start! still, first date has now been rearranged for Friday 29th July- the day after I return from Seychelles and just over a month since first sex. Still, I take full responsibility for the first postponement, due to my tiredness, and I also have to take responsibility for the holiday. Well, I suppose it would be unfair to blame my brother for having organised his wedding so soon to first date. At least I have a little longer to pack.
Even then, first date won't really be first date. I think it's more a case that we'll happen to be out at the same time in the same place as my mates will be out and that's already kinda arranged. Still, I'll see how it goes...
Just been putting the finishing touches to the Best Man's Speech. It's terrible. Typical speech- corny jokes etc, and hopefully it'll work out at a dignified length as it's looking a little short at the min. Not really my fault, my brother just hasn't done much amusing. And it's difficult to keep it clean in front of the in-laws-to-be.
Must do my training record tomorrow. I'm supposed to fill it in weekly, only I've not done it for about a month now and if I leave it till I get back I stand no chance.
Not heard from the Ex for a few days now. In fact the last text was on Sunday denying whining, just being horny. It was whining. They all seem to be whining 'why can't we have sex' texts. If I get any more I'll just reply with 'I'm not having sex with you whilst I am with First Date'. Being as the revelation that I had a first date at all went down terranomically (new word in creation) I think that could finally sink the coffin. We're supposed to be staying mates- and I really would like to be mates- but if I'm just going to be getting whiny texts then I can cope without. To be honest I think the whiny Ex texts were related to First Date
And the great debate- curry or sausages for dinner???!
Monday, July 11, 2005
Day 1
I know, I've caved in.
Anyhow, thought I'd start this as I have to relay messages to everyone and this will be quicker.
Last week was hectik- REALLY mad in that I got at least 36 different trains, what with everything that happened. Was in Newcastle last weekend- a nice but uneventful one. Leeds throughout the week for a trial, which was also goo as I got to catch up with Susie not once but twice. I was supposed to have a first date on Thursday, but glands got in the way. Not mine fortunately! After the unfortunate knee incidents a couple of weeks ago I think glands are going to be a regular problem there!!
Anyhow, I was a bit gutted butt it did allow time for my recently acquired black-eye to subside. Nothing macho (though my boss did think it made me look 'butch' and he's married) just an injury with a door. I know- it's what battered wives say! I didn't walk into it, it came to get me.
On Friday, having been at court all morning I was supposed to be off to London to see a mate down there. Well, Friday was 7 July 2005 and as such trains were on a restricted service. That complied with the fact I'd left my wallet and keys at home made for a run-round afternoon, however I managed to get down. Walked off the train and into a sea of hi-vis jackets, with the occasional cameraman or journalist in there. On the way home on Sunday it had subsided slightly, and the first-aid post had given way to a flowerbed. Probably the most chilling part of the weekend was travelling on the tube to Camden Market- it had to pass through King's Cross, though without stopping. Everyone looked out of the train with a sobering silence down the walk-ways where the Underground-standard tiles had been blasted from the tunnel walls and ceilings.
Friday night we went out round King's Cross. It was very quiet to start with, then people obviously decided a drink was necessary and it busied up to not too far off normal. We had vouchers to get into the club free- saving £7; however the taxi cost us £7 each to get to the club in time to get in free.
Saturday was more eventful. Went ot a few bars first, the last of which had a tranny who poured shots down people's throats. Something for nothing I thought, expecting schnapps only to be burned with cold hard tequilla. Still, it's a tonic for a hardly soul. On leaving the same bar I bumped into my 'first date'. (if it were 'my first date' it could almost be a Tomy toy!). I had suspicions that the date was returning back to London from having been down the previous week to meet someone, and it wasn't helped that- despite the promise of 'I'll text you to let you know where I'll be'- no text was received during the night.
My spirits were slightly lifted however when clubbing and a school-attired pretty thing came up and chatted 'because someone had to make the move'. However these little highs are soon dashed down with the usual 'I'm just popping to the toilet' only to later find those lying little lips on someone else's mouth.
I have been convinced by Brian that it's because I wasn't local enough- on being told that I wasn't from London and I only pop down occasionally the response was 'Oh, you look so at home here and you seem to know your way around. I'm just popping to the toilet...' At home I may seem, however it suggests an amount of stalkerish tactics as it would be difficult to look lost on the basis purely of the club. Maybe I'd been followed all evening?!? All weekend??!? All WEEK- now that would take determination, not to mention so fast connections! However perhaps in this day some people are still looking for a long-term relationship. Shame!
Ah well, 'first date' has been rearranged for tomorrow, leaving very little time for packing- indeed just tonight, what I can grab of tomorrow evening, and a wee while on Wed evening, before having to get up at 5 on Thurs to fly. Still, it's not a holiday if you don't get up early. And my sister who is to chauffer will not be up at 5 either and will want to drive all the way down to Watford with the top down and loud dance music. Still, unlike Canute I'm not willing to get my feet wet and will bite my tongue for the sake of peace. The tongue that is already well bitten from just 3 days without the parents and already a bombsite......
Anyhow, thought I'd start this as I have to relay messages to everyone and this will be quicker.
Last week was hectik- REALLY mad in that I got at least 36 different trains, what with everything that happened. Was in Newcastle last weekend- a nice but uneventful one. Leeds throughout the week for a trial, which was also goo as I got to catch up with Susie not once but twice. I was supposed to have a first date on Thursday, but glands got in the way. Not mine fortunately! After the unfortunate knee incidents a couple of weeks ago I think glands are going to be a regular problem there!!
Anyhow, I was a bit gutted butt it did allow time for my recently acquired black-eye to subside. Nothing macho (though my boss did think it made me look 'butch' and he's married) just an injury with a door. I know- it's what battered wives say! I didn't walk into it, it came to get me.
On Friday, having been at court all morning I was supposed to be off to London to see a mate down there. Well, Friday was 7 July 2005 and as such trains were on a restricted service. That complied with the fact I'd left my wallet and keys at home made for a run-round afternoon, however I managed to get down. Walked off the train and into a sea of hi-vis jackets, with the occasional cameraman or journalist in there. On the way home on Sunday it had subsided slightly, and the first-aid post had given way to a flowerbed. Probably the most chilling part of the weekend was travelling on the tube to Camden Market- it had to pass through King's Cross, though without stopping. Everyone looked out of the train with a sobering silence down the walk-ways where the Underground-standard tiles had been blasted from the tunnel walls and ceilings.
Friday night we went out round King's Cross. It was very quiet to start with, then people obviously decided a drink was necessary and it busied up to not too far off normal. We had vouchers to get into the club free- saving £7; however the taxi cost us £7 each to get to the club in time to get in free.
Saturday was more eventful. Went ot a few bars first, the last of which had a tranny who poured shots down people's throats. Something for nothing I thought, expecting schnapps only to be burned with cold hard tequilla. Still, it's a tonic for a hardly soul. On leaving the same bar I bumped into my 'first date'. (if it were 'my first date' it could almost be a Tomy toy!). I had suspicions that the date was returning back to London from having been down the previous week to meet someone, and it wasn't helped that- despite the promise of 'I'll text you to let you know where I'll be'- no text was received during the night.
My spirits were slightly lifted however when clubbing and a school-attired pretty thing came up and chatted 'because someone had to make the move'. However these little highs are soon dashed down with the usual 'I'm just popping to the toilet' only to later find those lying little lips on someone else's mouth.
I have been convinced by Brian that it's because I wasn't local enough- on being told that I wasn't from London and I only pop down occasionally the response was 'Oh, you look so at home here and you seem to know your way around. I'm just popping to the toilet...' At home I may seem, however it suggests an amount of stalkerish tactics as it would be difficult to look lost on the basis purely of the club. Maybe I'd been followed all evening?!? All weekend??!? All WEEK- now that would take determination, not to mention so fast connections! However perhaps in this day some people are still looking for a long-term relationship. Shame!
Ah well, 'first date' has been rearranged for tomorrow, leaving very little time for packing- indeed just tonight, what I can grab of tomorrow evening, and a wee while on Wed evening, before having to get up at 5 on Thurs to fly. Still, it's not a holiday if you don't get up early. And my sister who is to chauffer will not be up at 5 either and will want to drive all the way down to Watford with the top down and loud dance music. Still, unlike Canute I'm not willing to get my feet wet and will bite my tongue for the sake of peace. The tongue that is already well bitten from just 3 days without the parents and already a bombsite......
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