Interview stage 2

Bless me father, it has been 7 days since my last confession.

I'm getting really shit at this. Sorry. Had a lot on my mind, or no time, or a combination thereof. Either way I haven't gotten even half way through the updates I wanted to. That should all be easier after tomorrow (or harder, we'll see how it goes). For you see I have an actual interview tomorrow/today following the testing phase from last week (which I passed by the way). It means going into work in a suit again, but also creating a presentation beforehand. I know, weird. But these things must be done and I must be the one to do them. Thing is, I can't stop dilly dallying. Like posting here. Stop it. Stop it now damn me! Get me back to work you subconscious fiend. Damn me all to hell!

New words for the world

Today I'm here to try and put three words/phrases into circulation.

The first I stole because I'm a Random bastard (which is handy because that's the phrase). Sorry Kathryn but I can't keep phrases like that to myself ( or indeed let you keep them :P ).

The second was a collaborative effort between me and...well it'll be self explanatory.
Monk-a-Licious (or MaL for you hardcore internet shorthanders) is a phrase meaning something is good, or indeed bad. Let me give you a few examples:

"The stock market crash was Monk-a-Licious for Wall street"

"The meat and potato pie was Monk-a-Licious"

"Getting the word Radicool entered into the dictionaty would most definately be Monk-a-Licious"

The third word is all my own, and my personal favourite. Cockbag is one of the greatest insults I've come across to date and I hope to be calling you or someone you know it soon :)

1st interview in an age

Got an interview tomorrow (well, technically today) for a Learning specialist role. Typical that it has to be on my day off *rolls eyes*. I'm interested to get a bit more information on the job, find out exactly what there is to do, 'cos at the moment I've only got vauge guidelines, and who can look forward to that? I've always been about the specifics.

After I found out that I got the interview (well I say interview, I think the first stage is more of a test) that little guy in the back of my mind started nattering away again. I do hate him so. But as always, he had a point. If I got this job, I wouldn't see my friends nearly as much. Sure we'd be in the same building, but it's not the same.

I don't know. As depressing as that would be, I guess I've got to think ahead. Try to peer into my future. I could see myself doing this. From what I've pieced together I'm pretty sure I could do it. I like being able to help people, passing on what I know, it's a good feeling.

Lets just take it one step at a time though. Go to bed, get the first stage over with, see what happens from there. Even if I do find that the job won't be for me, I don't have to accept it. I'm sure it'll be fine though....as to if I think that when I wake up is another matter.

Wish me luck

Scarf reincarnation

So much to squeeze into one day. It may be the fact that I've done pretty much nothing during my whole holiday (some of which I still need to catch you up on), but today I needed one of those shoe horn things to fit everything in. Where to begin? The beginning I guess, my waking moments.

After so many lie-in's it was good to know I could still get up of a morning. So far so good. Sure I got into work just in time, but I'll take it. The first day back went better than expected and it practically flew by. It's nice to know people care enough to miss you (or even just notice you haven't been there for ages).

Today I did what I had intended and wore my scarf to work. You can't really imagine me with an elaborate purple and black scarf can you? Neither could anyone else. You've no idea the amount of people that asked me if it was indeed my scarf. As if I can't own something bizarre that probably doesn't suit me haha. It went down well though, better than you'd think....but more of that in a second.

After work we went out birthday celebrating (as it seems to be the season for). Now as I left work I'd made a decision. "I shall wear the scarf when I'm out, for it is a gimmick I have seen work. I shall be the reincarnation of Scarfman!" Now I know what you're thinking (have I told you about my psychic powers? Maybe next time), but it's not as rediculous as it first seems. Trust me, I too thought Scarfman was a fool, a drunken, entertaining, unlucky in lust, certifiable fool, and I'm sure I painted the picture of such to you............but, and there's always a but. But, he had an idea. He just abused it. Not merely content wearing the scarf, he felt the need to ensnare peopel in it. I was determined to improve upon the ideals he held dear.

What's this mean and what did it lead to I hear you say in unison, as if you be some blog reading accapella band. I'll tell you. I merely wore the scarf, and for effect the coat as well. Luckily I don't get too hot easily so this part was easy. I danced too, I actually felt like dancing for once. The music wasn't any different from normal, but it just felt different. Now I'm not saying I John Travolta'd it up, but a little shuffle goes a long way (if for nothing more than me alone). So I get a text and I'm reading it mid-jig, when a guy comes up to me and starts trying to dance with me. Now I'm not one to blow my own trumpet, so I can safely say it must have all been in the scarf. While I didn't appreciate, or indeed respond positively to his advances, I did appreciate the fact that something there worked.

Later on I'm standing at the cocktail bar (wooo, finally back on the cocktails) when a girl starts chatting away to me. To me. Of all people to me. This doesn't happen. Not usually. Surely it must be the scarf again. Surely....can't it? Either way we start chatting, she seems really interested in the answers to the standard questions she asks. I try and be witty. I may have succeeded, she may have been being polite, dunno. I can't think of many questions, but that doesn't seem to matter because she's full of them. Now, as fascinated in this phenomenom as I am (and believe me I'm fascinated), I couldn't get this niggling thought out of the back of my mind. "She looks far too young (she's mentioned myspace, you know that's a clue) and just 'cos she says she's studying in Leicster, doesn't mean it's not her GCSE's". Whilst this voice does help me stay on the straight and narrow, and he does give sound advice, you've got to hate him when he's right. As pretty, intelligent and lively as she seemed, I couldn't take that risk. I know I know, you can quit you're boo'ing. If only it wasn't impolite to ask a woman her age, but then would you ever get a straight answer haha? Anyway, so I left it there and we parted ways.

Nevertheless I'm chuffed. That sort of thing doesn't happen to me. Sure a guy may have been coming on to me too, but a compliment's a compliment. But man was that girl cute. I know it would have been far more butch and masculin to tell that story in reverse order, but chronilogically I'd be robbing you, and myself. I'm not one to manipulate time to make myself look better.

Maybe all this was the scarf, maybe the scarf gave me an aura of confidence I've been lacking. Who knows? I do know that I'll try the scarf theory again though :)

All in all I've really enjoyed the night. Again this is another wrong rectified in one night. It's been ages since I've went out and been able to relax and enjoy this much (and get a little drunk). I was listening to my iPod on the walk home (by myself, which really isn't advisable round here) and for once I didn't skip the Jackson 5. Instead I found myself jive walking, even doing the whole backstepping then moving forward routine. Every bit of music was so much better, you wouldn't believe it.

Sure I felt like a bit of a party pooper for leaving an hour early, but I do have work tomorrow (and I had to write this before I forgot anything). However, it was a really good night.

And with that,

Good night.

Nope, didn't work

Unfortunately the sleep hasn't helped my mood. Well, it may have a little, but I'm still in a weird place. Anger and sorrow aren't the best moods to have simultaneously whilst trying to enjoy your day. Maybe I'll go for a walk to clear my head.

Sanguine

I'd just like to take a moment to apologise to the Monk. For some time I've been accusing him of making words up, and lord knows that sometimes it's probably been true. However, I'd like to make it known that I was wrong in this particular instance and that 'sanguine' is in fact a word. A word that means both cheerily optimistic, and blood red. Quite how the two work together I'll never know.

But of course, if he never gets round to checking the blog again then he'll never get his apology. I'm quite sanguine about the chances of that.

Also. While I'm on the subject, there are two words that I've been meaning to introduce for the longest time. I think they're both fairly self explanatory:

Chillax and Radicool

Last day off

It's my last day off tomorrrow and I'm not happy about it. This little holiday started out fine. Each day felt like it was happening a day later (i.e. Thursday felt like Friday etc), which really helped to lengthen the thing out. Then this week started and it just raced on by. All the days have blurred to the point that I have literally done nothing with my time (except visit the folks, go to the castle keep and play on the Playstation) and that's a shame, a damn shame. I know I should have used it constructively, but I never do. I have one final day in which to fill and as much as I want to, I just know I won't. Damn my hide.

Man that's depressing

Arm breaking pyro

I don't know why, but I'm really in the mood to break my own arm. The right one (so I can still do stuff whilst rolling on the floor in agony I guess). Also, setting myself on fire seems kind of an interesting concept too (and you know how I feel about being burnt alive).

Come to think about it, I guess I do know why. I've been thinking too much, and for me that can never be a good thing. Trying to evaluate your life, where you're going, what you want can quickly bite you in the ass. The whole, 'What's the point in trying?' thought has crept in there again. Not so much work wise, but on a personal level. I'd come to terms (again) with the fact that I'm probably never going to meet anyone and that dying alone (although we must of course take the previous post about the fact that no one dies alone into consideration) seems the logical way to go. That's fine when you don't have to think about it, when you just let it happen.

How did I even start thinking about this again? I have no idea. Maybe with a little sleep the world will be a better place and I can rest in my quiet little world once more. We'll see.

250 posts...or 251

I've just noticed that that last post was number 250. Not bad, not bad. I have quite a nice quote for this one, and one I should probably listen to more:

"Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out alive."

I'll definately have to come back to that one. Maybe it's even notice board worthy. Anyway, for the curious among you, this quote is from Van Wilder: Party Liason. Great film.

Decepticon at heart

Anyone who's gotten to know me a little will know I'm a big Transformers fan. Not as big as I used to be, but it's still there burning inside of me. With Transformers (as with everything else) I always found myself rooting for the bad guy. This is why I bought myself a Decepticon T-Shirt (that's the bad guys in Transformers if you didn't know, and if you didn't then shame on you :P). I'm not ashamed to wear it in public. In face it gets a pretty good reaction, and just because of the evil reference it has people know the inner me that little bit better. They can tell I was a fan of Soundwave (robotic voices in the 80's were cool, I don't care what anyone else says) and I may harbour some of the same evil traits.

The down side to this is that there are always people who choose the side of good. Protecting the innocent and generally being too good for their own good. These people generally have no sense of reality and see the good side to the worst of situations. Not that that is necessarily a bad thing, but it gets old quick and it's not always the most helpful of things. For example, one of them breaks their leg during the running of the bulls ceremony. As they feel the ground quake, as they see the dust cloud race closer and closer, as they feel the hot breath of their approaching death on their face, I'm sure they're sat there thinking "Oh well, atleast I got to see some bulls." These people should be stopped for their own good, not just mine. That is why I propose that if you see someone with an Autobots t-shirt (those are the good guys, as pictured), kick them hard and tell them to grasp reality by the earlobes.

Missing people already

As great as it is to be off work, I can't help but miss the people there. It's especially weird for me considering I used to get along fine without the presence of other people. But I've changed and become somewhat of a social beast. This is why I couldn't leave for another job, at least not yet. I'd miss the people too much. It's been a week now and.....yeah I know. Soppy, maybe. I guess it's a good thing. A measure of how good the friends I've made are. It's given me more reason to stay and this little time apart has strengthened that.

Actually dreamt woooo

I actually dreamed for the first time in a long time the other night. I was wishing for a deep, prolific insight into my inner most thoughts, however I dreamt that I was infiltrating a field with Chewbacca that was being defended by Spiders-man (that is the right spelling, not THE Spider-man) from the Earth X comics. I think it was a wheat field, there were little stacks of it to hide behind and shoot from. Maybe that was an insight, maybe I've been reading too many comics, maybe it's a reminder that I was going to use this holiday to watch the original Star Wars trilogy again. It may be a combination of all these, I guess I'll never know, but then again, isn't that the beauty of dreams?

Favourite words

Do you have words that just make you smile, or think, or content? It's weird I know, but you'd be surprised. I've always loved the word Kagool. I get a little smile on my face whenever I think of it and I have no idea why. Maybe it's a reminder of my childhood as I do remember owning one.

I've always liked the word finite too. But not in the same way.

Age maths

There's nothing quite as depressing as age maths (although I'm sure that's a gross understatement considering all the possible things a person can go through, but at the moment it's true). Now Mumbles and I are roughly the same age (although admittedly I am a month older dammit) and we will occasionally have revelations. Unfortunately these are not to better mankind, but (I believe) to make the other as depressed by the revelation as the originator is. For example, it dawned on me last week that in a mere 15 years I'll be 40!!! What the hell's going on? I'm not supposed to be this close. I want my time back. It's bad enough that on my 25th birthday I realised that I was a quarter of a century old. Yeah, that's right, in 75 years I'll be 100 (although that one I'm just about coming to terms with. That means in 5 years I'll be 30, and what have I done with my life? I suppose I can't complain too much. I have no further burning ambitions in my life that have gone unfulfilled, and honestly, who can say that?

I keep coming back to the little business card we have attached to the notice board. "Where do you see yourself in 10 years?" I have no idea whatsoever, but I do know this, I'll be frigging 35!!!!

Thought for the day

I'm aware that I may be overloading you now and I think I should stop for the night. I just need to make sure that I get more of this down tomorrow too. It's built up for far too long I know.

So, I'll leave you with this to get you through the day. To keep you thinking until next you happen by.

Sexual innuendo is infact a sexual innuendo



Oh man, that was so schoolboy.

Make it stop!!!

I'm off from work, yes, I finally took a holiday. Not that I'm doing anything of much with it, but it's nice. It does seem like a waste, but you never know what I could be doing tomorrow.....although I'll probably do what I've been doing most days. Wake up late, read for a bit, play on the playstation, read, go to bed, repeat. But you never know. Tomorrow it could all change.

But please, time was moving slowly to start with, but it's racing by now. Make it stop, make it stooooooppppppp!!!! (or at least slow down).

Electron micrograph pics

Does anyone know any decent sights for electron micrograph pictures?

No one? What do you mean what the hell's and electron microgrph picture? You know those pictures you sometimes see of lice close up, but only in one colour? That's most likely one of these. They're made with a powerful microscope and coloured in artificially. I've always loved these pictures but I don't know why. Sure they make people cringe and itch....look, you're itching now, but I want one as my wallpaper. So, if you happen to find any decent looking pictures or sites, then let me know.

Thanks

Live bands rule

Why are bands so much better live?

I can listen to someone on CD and think they're okay, but seeing the same band live is so much more amazing. The sound alone is so much more alive and vibrant. You can feel the song, if that makes sense. If it doesn't, well tough :P. That's not even taking into account the environment. Sure you'd expect the atmosphere to be better at a gig than when your listening to your headphones on the bus, but it's not the biggest part. I went to see a band called Hefner about 6 bonfire nights ago (jeez, has it been that long??) and they were amazing. I bought the CD's (which is a terrible byproduct of seeing live bands, I just can't help myself usually) and took them home. Everyone twisted their faces and went "What the hell?" But I'm sure if they'd been there then they would have liked them too. But then again, maybe not.

It's like the wrestling in a way (as mentioned way way back). Seeing guys knock the snot out of each other in real life is so much better. Even the ones I thought were rubbish on TV were the best there. However, in my experience, the crowd is definately a factor here.

Too much self control

It's been a problem for the longest time. I've never been able to properly let loose. When I did karate it was immediately apparent to my sensai. I just kept pulling my punches, even knew full well he could kick my ass if he wanted to (one arm or not). On a side not though, aren't all the coolest martial arts trainers in films and myth ones with some sort of gimmick? One eye, one arm, blind, deaf etc?

This holds me back in two ways. Physically: I have to concentrate in order to get any sort of power into punches and kicks. Mentally: I can't just let go. I see people just freak out and do crazy shit, but I could never imagine me doing it. The 'What if' demon at the back of my head just keeps whispering to me. I'm too rooted in logical thinking to let myself go.

This is probably why I can't really dance. I can figure out the rhythm to the music, I see what other people are doing and how it corellates, but I just can't do it. Relaxing and feeling what I'm doing rather than thinking about it is not within my grasp. Maybe one day I'll be able to train my mind to stop thinking. Maybe all I need is the right woman to put me right. You never know.

It's been said (and seconded) that I live in my own head. I really can't argue with this one. I do. Life would be a bit boring if I didn't spend time in there. Monotony can take hold and send you mad otherwise. But I need to balance it out more. That's why I need a hobby. There's a music school just round the corner and I always did want to learn the guitar (but then again, don't most people?). We'll see.

Going out after the restaurant

So we leave the restaurant unscathed (no thanks to my awesome timepassing game), and we attempt to get drunk. Now I don't know what's going on, I wish I knew, I really do, but there are times when I go out and I can't get drunk. Either my mind stops me from wanting to drink more, or no matter how much I have it just doesn't have much of an effect (if any). This is quite depressing as you can imagine. You know that feeling when you walk into a room of drunks and feel totally out of place? Add to that the feeling that you could have been one of them if only for this stupid little subconscious block. I seem to go through phases when this happens, and I think I'm coming out of it. We'll see I guess, but damn.

This got me thinking. Why do we feel the need for mind altering substances (in this case alcohol)? Is this plain of reality not good enough? Frankly no it's not. If we were stupider and cared less we'd be much happier. But the world can't function like that. It's these occasions where we can lose ourselves that we should cherish, althought to be fair, that would be difficult at the time since you'd be out of your tree.

When I can't get drunk I get a little frustrated (which I would think would be unserstandable). Sometimes so frustrated that I want to fight anyone for any reason. Not that I ever do, I have too much self control for that (maybe far too much, but we'll get back to that one). It doesn't make the desire go away though. When you're in a crowded club and people are pushing past you when they could easily go around, that doesn't help me. On this night that very thing happened. And then a whole conga line followed suit. I wasn't going to move for that bunch of ill-mannered fools. If you're going to walk in a line, don't expect me to move for you. Why should I view your higher volume of people over my wish to remain standing in the spot I have chosen? Stuff them. So I planted my feet and refused to move. I let each one bounce off my shoulder, just waiting for one of them to start something....man I wish they had. I'd love to get thrown out of somewhere for fighting a conga line. Sure I'd have no chance, but it would make a great story to tell your plastic surgeon.

Now if you've read (and remembered) the older posts, you'll remember my aversion to people wearing the same Thundercats T-Shirt as I have. This...problem was not helping my condition as all of the staff in the club were wearing what looked like identical versions....but only if you saw them out of the corner of your eye. They weren't even thundercats t-shirts, but everytime they caught my eye I had to check. Damn my eyes. But it got me thinking. I wish there was a Godfather part 3 T-shirt. I'd love to beat up a guy with that unholy piece of crap represented on their chest. Come on, they're practically begging for it haha.

I'm painting a rather bad picture aren't I? Let me get a bit of turps out. You see, most of these problems were in my own head and didn't effect anyone else. The night was good in spite of the above. The highlights of course are the Monk's screams of

"OW, stop spanking my nipples" (what can I say? It made me laugh)

And then there was Mumbles' chat up line of

"Do you like jazz?" (I'm really trying not to cry with laughter still)

Restaurant stare-off

Today is catchup day (if I have anything to do with, and I should hope I do). I've got far too many notes to be good for me and I really can't be bothered to put them into a comprehensible order. Nevertheless I'll muddle through and see what I can pull out of my backside. So, strap yourself in for a bumpy ride, the journey might take me a while and we're having as few toilet stops as possible.....jeez you can tell I haven't written anything in a while. I can't even bring myself to finish this paragraph....there we go...I think.

Lets start off with events furthest behind. We went out for a birthday celebration, oooh a few weeks ago now (I know, I'm really far too far behind here). So we're in this non-smoking restaurant and the smokers are gettting a bit....you know how smokers get. There's a look in their eyes as soon as the thought switches on and they need to leave for a quick fag. Being the only non-smoker there I was left to amuse myself for some time. Staring through the windows I mused "Why can't you think of anything entertaining when your bored since it would be damn helpful?". While I sat there staring it dawned on me, it was right in front of me the entire time. Anyone who caught my somewhat glazed stare never returned it. In fact they looked the other way as quickly as possible...could this be a new game on the horizon? Hell yeah. For a good ten minutes I played against maybe 50 - 100 people.

The rules were simple, stare at a passer by, if they looked away then they lost, if they looked at you again and still couldn't hold the stare then that's two losses and so on and so forth. If they maintained eye contact for a decent amount of time then they won. Around 4 people won that night, which is good for me since I used to find it incredibly difficult to hold someones stare (and added to that there was a street full of pissed off football supporters that made up a large portion of the players in this game). I was so chuffed when I totally whooped this kid in the restaurant across the street. He got owned haha.

Post game analysis indicates that the elderly are the best at this game, and if you're planning on leaving the building any time soon then you really should stop playing early on. What makes the elderly so good at this game? They do seem generally more interested in other peoples business than the general population (the curtain twitcher generation as it were). Would different expressions help? I'm not entirely sure what expression I was pulling, boredom and occassional excitement probably. I would think that an aggressive expression would work on some people, but not others. It would also depend on how attractive you are I guess (therefore explaining why that one didn't factor in mine haha).

Oh, and before we leave the restaurant portion of this recapping, we got 10% off for playing hide and seek with meat in the so called vegetarian food (that's to say we found it, we didn't hide it, what do you think we are? Monsters? Well I may be, but I wasn't alone and putting them in my camp just wouldn't be fair on them). Nice (although not if you're the vegetarian that happened to find that little meaty pot of gold).

Now I know I said there'd be no toilet stops, but I think you've atleast earned a cuppa tea. Make me one while you're at it please :)

We'll get back to this night out when the kettles boiled.

Graphics tablet's rule

I should be getting round to a proper post in the next few days. I just thought I'd let you all know that I'm off for the week (wooooo) and that I found my graphics tablet and pen. Now I can waste the rest of my life drawing stuff on the PC. Here's a picture of how I feel (and it also acts as a test of how well the pen works. Damn I love this thing).

Our Halloween pt2

So we get home, have a little more to drink, start to wind down, then the Monk faints. Now I know he's been denying it, and lets face it, you would in his position too, but there's no denying the truth when you have five or six witnesses. He favoured the swaying two stage fall with a hint of yellowing of the skin. I must admit that having someone lose consciousness in your flat is somewhat worrying, and I was relieved when he started breathing again. After a somewhat hurridely thrown together story about inspecting the undersides of our kitcchen unit, he sat up. Now that we had gotten over the initial shock and stopped laughing for just long enough, we began to throw money at him. Not in a cruel way, just a friendly game of pigeon toss into his shirt pocket. He got to keep the money and spend time recovering, and we got a kick ass game out of it. Everybody wins.

Did I mention that someone left a present outside our door? A chair with two planks of wood propped against it greeted us as we came back. I originally thought it was local kids preparing for bonfire night, eagerly waiting to burn us to the ground. Which reminds me, thanks go out to those rapskallion local kids for not knocking on our door asking for money/sweets. Maybe my reputation as a "Sod off and die" type proceeded me.....maybe not.

Eventually I get to go to bed. Next morning I wake up and look in the mirror to find that my blue body paint had spread past my upper lip to cover my entire face. Either I'm absorbing the stuff or I was rubbing my head a lot. Weird as that is, even weirder is the fact that I didn't seem to get any blue on my bedsheets. Nice one.

That reminds me, the whole covering myself in blue thing. When I first revealed my costume to the party goers, my deep seated plan worked. Not only was it said that I did not look anything like me (which I take as a compliment as it is the sign of a well done costume), but it got people thinking (and actually asking):

"How far does that blue go??????"

Unfortunately intrigue just isn't enough in these situations and I was unable to find someone willing to go that extra mile to find out. Shucks.

What else? Oh yeah, two days later I found a blue snot in my nostril. Makes you think.....just how far has this blue absorbtion gone?

And another thing, unfortunately Spicy had an allergic reaction to his yellow body paint so he couldn't come to the party as Lion-O. However we did get to see the dress rehearsal the night before and I'm still in shock at the likeness. I'll see if I can find a photo of that one too.

Our Halloween pt1

Really sorry it's taken so long to update. It's been one hell of a busy week, what with the halloween party, birthdays and...well it just seems like I haven't been in the flat long enough to write. Although that's not entirely true, I did re-write my CV (again. Yeah I know, I'm a glutten for punishment) and I did finish my short story (more on that once it's been proof read, I'm still not too sure about it). Other than that though, no writing whatsoever.

Our big Halloween bash went really well. I had to redesign the costume slightly, i.e. I covered my body in blue bodypaint in anticipation of the slippage. That way, if there was some undue nipple action, atleast it was the colour it was supposed to be for Mumm-Ra. That being said, there was indeed a great deal of slippage and by the end of the night I was pretty much naked. I thought it would have bothered me more, what with the fact that we went to town after the party so most of the city saw the nips, but it's weird. I wasn't that drunk so I can't put it down to that, although it no doubt helped. I guess it's just one of those weird little things.

Whilst a portion of people really couldn't be bothered with a costume (I'm looking at you Monk especially on this one, tsk tsk), the overall amount and varieties of costumes were commendable. Now considering recent, erm, controversy, I won't be putting pictures up other than of people who've asked me to. When I get the pictures off Mumbles I'll post my costume (and maybe his if I can talk him into it), but in the meantime, here's an official picture from Krash. You should recognise at least on of these two. If not, then hi, I don't think we've officially met :)

So as I was saying, the party went well. A fair few turned up, I didn't get as drunk as I'd wanted to, and this seems to have been a recurrent theme recently. Which is annoying and I really need to get it sorted out. Even my little bro and his girlfriend came even though they thought they couldn't make it, bless them.

I don't think we left out of boredom (at least I didn't). We all went to Krash and danced about like the freaks we looked like. At some point the Monk (dressed as the invisible man, a poor choice indeed as we could plainly see him....and slap the crap out of him as I proved later on) lost his glasses. I say at some point because he has no idea when it happened. Now I'm not sure if I've told you this, and if I have then I apologise for repeating myself, but we have near identical eyesight. I'm sure I would have noticed that I suddenly couldn't see, he however didn't. Oh how we (well most of us) laughed. To this day we still haven't been able to find the twisted lump of metal and glass that used to comprise his viewing apparatus. (At this point I've realised that I've mentioned the Monk more than once. The reason for this is that following the recent controversy I feel that I'm somewhat limited as to who and what I should mention here. Which is fucking shit I know, but whatever. No doubt he'll be mentioned again due to the limited cast allowance).

Inside Krash some girl came up to me and asked if I was either a monk or a mummy. I'm not sure how long I stared in bemused confusion at her, and it's a shame because she seemed nice besides her obvious stupidity re 80's cartoons, but all I could must was the word 'mummy' and she wandered off somewhat disappointed. Quite what the answer 'monk' would have led to I guess I'll never know.

Then in the takeaway afterwards in the queue another girl (or possibly the same one, I'm not entirely sure) asked me what I was. I somewhat calmly explained that I was Mumm-Ra from Thundercats, and she said 'What? The guy with earth, fire water, heart...?' AAARRRGGGHHH. I couldn't stop from laughing in her face and telling her that that was Captain Planet. Some people.

Big up to the French DJ for painting himself red by the way. Now if only our furniture wasn't red now.

And let me end Part one on this note. Mumbles and Spicy make....disturbing women :P