Man Chest eh?

Well my car didn't get torched whilst I was there so that's a bonus.

It was a good weekend and fun was had by all.

I may well add some pictures to this post at some point.

But not today.

Lates.

The Last Time.

I'm hoping for a better time in Manchester this time.

Fingers Crossed.

The Bus That Couldn't Slow Down

Way back when, myself, Si and Matt went to Newcastle to celebrate Matt's 21st.

This is a rather nice picture of us in a car on our way there. Unfortunately the car was travelling at 100mph and the photographer was in fact a speed camera.

This was quite irritating as you can imagine.

5 points and a £220 fine later, I thought I'd post the picture for all to see.

P.S. Bonus points to anyone who can reference the title of this post.

My Finger

Nice ain't it?

Managed to dislocate it Saturday before last playing football. Fortunately the hospital was a one minute drive from the pitch so that was handy. Took them over an hour to pop it back into place, which was somewhat irritating to say the least.

Have now had two weeks off work but am getting pretty bored so will be returning on Monday. Am dying to play football but I think I'll give it another couple of weeks before I try that.

Means I'll just have to get pished tonight instead I suppose.

Lates.

Half Term

Hoorah.

Tis week off work time again.

On the down side, my head really hurts.

It was the tequila shots wot dun me in guv.

I have had fried egg sandwiches and they have done me the world of good.

Or is it 'a world of good'?

I'm not sure.

Does it really matter?

I don't know.

Why am I conversing with myself?

Not a clue.

Will anyone mind?

Someone always does.

Shall I stop typing now?

I think it would be for the best.

Drinking

I think I may have drunk too much last night. Its blatantly Floop's fault. He just reminded me that we had two tequila slammers last night, which were his idea. So you see its all his fault. Or something. Then of course he didn't come back to mine after the gig with the others so I just HAD to drink nearly a whole bottle of red wine on my own.

I am at his and El's house right now drinking coffee and playing on El's composter. El's having a bath and Floop's rapping. Or more accurately wrapping. Well he will be when he can find the wrapping paper.

I've been thinking recently about drinking in general and specifically how much I am drinking these days. I had two weeks off over the Christmas period, and I spent much of it drunk or drinking. The amount of money I have spent in bars over the last few weeks can be seen using my bank balance which is a large number with minus sign in front of it.

Now I can be secure in the knowledge that I am not drinking as much as I did when I worked full time in a pub, but I was only 21 then, and really, shouldn't I have moved on from there by now? I vaguely remember feeling a bit like this, this time last year, and I'm sure as things settle down now I will drink less and less until I get to the point where I really want to go out and get smashed cos I haven't done it for so long.

But for now I am going to make a concerted effort to drink less and save money and do all the things you are supposed to do at this time of year like give up smoking and get more exercise n'shit. It probably wont work though.

Nevermind eh?

I was going to say something else, but I can't think what it was.

Think I'll just end mid sentence and ge

Newcastle.

Well.

Me, Matt and Simon went to Newcastle last week.

We hired a Vectra to go up there and made it there in four hours.

I may lose my licence in the next two weeks as I think i may have been clocked by a van doing about 110.

But Nevermind Eh?

Check out the pictures on Small Dog And Stuff

When I can be arsed.

Lates.

Matt.

Sorry I'm Back Now

So where was I?

Oh yeah, I was walking to my parents and I happened to be following a women of about thirty.

As soon as I realised this I tried to back off a little in an attempt not to make her feel intimidated.

However she had obviously decided to slow down so that I would overtake her, which ended in this rather strange slow-mo over take.

Now this would have all passed me by had it not been for the fact that just before I reached her she quite blatantly moved her handbag from the overtaking side to the other.

Obviously in a cunningly strategy to prevent me from stealing it.

This would not have bothered me at all, had I actually been planning to steal her bag.

She however had decided that as I was young (relatively), somewhat scruffy (I was hung-over) and a man I was a potential mugger, and that I would possibly choose Sunday lunchtime to steal her bag.

Now this, after initially annoying me, got me thinking.

About perceptions, and how they shape our individual worlds.

I like to think that I am quite open minded and non-judgemental, and considering that I am a Christian, I tend to be, compared to many of my contemporises.

However.

I do judge people. There are some people that I immediately warm to and others that I immediately have, at least, reservations about.

But I do not think there is anyone alive that is truly non-judgemental.

Anyway.

All this got me thinking about how other people perceive me.

Now.

I work in a place that is very much dominated by women. In fact the staff is 97% female.

This give people different perceptions of me. Some think that I am simply gay. Hopefully only initially. Others think that I am after all the ladies.

On top of this I seem to be able to use my maleness to my advantage sometimes.

Anyway.

I digress.

The most important thing I thought was what my neighbours think about me. I mean they are at least 70 years old, and to them I must seem like some young scruffy ruffian, who makes a lot of noise and have a crapload of other ysr's visiting at all hours of day and night.

I'm not surprised that they give me evil looks all the day time.

But hey Fuck 'em.

What do they know eh?

Half Way There.

Well.

Thus And As Such.

Its Wednesday. We are nearly at the weekend. This is good I think. Although annoyingly I don't get paid till Monday, but nevermind eh?

Thursday and Friday are the best days at work. Edging slowly towards Saturday.

Its funny though. I don't hate my job, in fact I really like it.

Its just that I like doing nothing even better.

Having said that, unfortunately I am going to have to do lots of things this weekend.

First there's the playing of the football on Friday night.

Then there's the watching of the football Saturday lunch time.

Then the drinking of the beer on Saturday evening.

Then the recovering from the beer on Sunday morning.

Then the doing of some work for Monday.

Then the playing of some more of the football.

And finally there's the drinking of the small amount of the beer.

Annoyingly very busy.

No time for the doing of the nothing.

Roll on the Monday that's what I say.

Lates.

Matt

3:45

Its 3:45 Am

Can you see the link to the title there.

Seamless.

Shit. Now its 3:47. What do I do? Change the title? Or do i just carry on regardless?

I am at the moment listening to lots of random songs from my i-tunes library.

I have so many songs on my computer that I have never listened to and , to be fair, for the most part there is a very good reason for this.

However, every once in a while I come a cross a great song, that I can't believe i have not listened to before.

I think, in my present alcohol fuelled state that that is a great metaphor for life.

We (and by we I mean us people, of the world) spend far too much time concentrating on the tried and tested, safe and favourite things in our life that every now and then miss some amazing things that if we were more open to life's quirks we would embrace and find indispensable.

Holly Carp. I am in the mood for talking sheet.

Bonsoir.


Matt.

P.S. Its now 3:58.

P.P.S. Just thought you'd like to know.

France 2006

Went to France what seems like half a year ago, but was in fact only about a month.

Had a very cool relaxing time, chilling and drinking.

There are some photos here.

Not many mind.

Once Chris has given me a copy of the ones he took, I'll add them also.

Lates.


Matt.

Birthday BBQ

I'm having a party on Saturday.

Only problem is I seem to have forgotten to invite anyone.

And I think, although I would never state to be an expert on the subject, but I think that inviting people is pretty crucial to the whole idea of a good party thingy. ma bob.

nevermind eh?

I'm sure it'll be fine.

Or something.

I'll post the pictures, if there are any, at some point next week as I will be, as of Tuesday 25th at 3:30, a lad of leisure for the next nearly six weeks.

who-rah.

Lates.

Matt.

Its All Over

Well Christmas has come and gone for another year. The build up seems to start earlier and earlier each year. I'm sure that in the not too distant future we will be packing away from Christmas at the beginning of January and then starting all over again at the start of February.

I had a pretty good Christmas Eve, met up with a few people I hadn't seen since last year. Got quite drunk which is always a good thing. Think we are going to have to change tradition next year as the place where we usually end the night was dead this year, and shut earlier than it ever had before. So much for 24hr drinking.

Well there you go. I'll probably stick a link to the photos from Christmas Eve on Small Dog And Stuff.

Lates.


Matt.

The Weekend's Nearly Over

Its been a good weekend, but very busy. I think I’m more knackered now than I was on Friday.

I managed to complete the monumental task of not getting as drunk this week as last. Which is good. Today my head only hurts a little bit. Went to Floop’s housewarming party last night. Having read his house temp status report earlier I can tell you that his house is now officially warm. So that’s another success story for the scrap book. Its nice to know even a simple humble man like myself can achieve miracles in the world today. Don’t you agree?

I am using the new free Blogger for Word add-on. So lets see if it works.


Lates.

Nearly The Weekend!

Its Thursday evening which means there's only one day of work left before the weekend.

This weekend I've Football on Friday night, and then a Party on Saturday.

And I've just remembered its pay day tomorrow as well.

Things are looking up.

Note to self: REMEMBER. Do NOT get as pissed as last week.

That's certain to work.

Lates.

Matt.

My Head Hurts

I have just woken up on the sofa covered in chips.

And the tele's on.

Apparently I fell asleep last night before eating all the food.

I am now seriously hung-over, and wondering if this drinking malarkey is all its cracked up to be.

Having said that I did win 'human darts' last night.

I knew there was a reason why I had a sore head.