Mario Kart champion of the world

See. I told you I'd get something written on my holidays. Not only have I been working on my novel a bit (I've just realised how mammoth a task it is, I tried to get it all on one large sheet of paper, just the outlines, and I think I'm gonna run out), but I've also got some blogging time :)

We went on Mario Kart Wii online last night against the rest of the world. There's no chat facility or anything, but I'm pretty sure the other drivers grew to hate us...after all, I started to hate them pretty quickly :P I'm not racist in the least, but when Pierre from France (and yes, that was his actual game name, or Alex (DAMN YOU ALEX AND YOUR OVERTAKING AT THE LAST MINUTE!!!) from the USA start ramming you off the road, you find it easy to hate them not only as a people, but as a country. This is how wars start.

.....but it's all an enjoyable hatred. A friendly competativeness....atleast I assume it is. You never know if Alex took me destroying him in the first two races took that as a fun gesture. I guess I'll never know.....unless by some freak coincidence they're reading this...or you know them. If so, and you want to smacktalk with the British guy who kicked your ass, then bring it!

It was weird though. We played 'til 5am, but only ever came across one other person from the UK. Even weirder was the fact that only one person from Japan was on. Maybe the online system isn't as popular as they'd hoped???? (P.S if you work for Nintendo and want me to recall that last statement then please send me crap loads of free stuff :D )

Snapshot of my life at the minute

Hi. I'm off for another week and a bit (I had to take my holidays or I'd lose them) so I thought it'd be the ideal time to get some blogging done. I just had to get that bee post out, but now that I've calmed down lets review the various aspects of my life:

Work: It seemed like I was there all the time, but not necessarily in a bad way. Work has become...something other than work. I enjoy it. I enjoy the people. There was a time there when it was all up in the air and everything seemed like it was changing, but we muddled through.

The reason I never take holidays when I've got a good little job going at work is because more often than not, I've seen people come back to find that they're put way back on the bottom rung of the company again. I really don't want that (again), so I made sure my concerns were know ;)

I had the feeling that I was going to miss the people too. And for some of them I do. Surprisingly, others have kept in contact while I've been lazing around the flat so it's much much better than expected :D

Get this, on the last full day I was tricked into thinking we were just getting a present for Dave. So, we sit down for a team meeting and my manager starts his speech about how much the person in question means to the team and for all their hard work, and that it's their birthday soon.....at this point I freeze. I don't think it's Dave's birthday soon is it? Holy crap! They bring out this chocolate cake and some cards and give them to me! I'm gobsmacked. Totally humbled. While I'm reading the cards they pull out another package, this time with a big transformer in it (a mighty well chosen gift). By this point I'm ridiculously bowled over.....then I got scrubbed with cake, but it's all good. How sweet is that? I told them that I hadn't expected anything. A couple of the guys gave me the most shocked look and said "Why wouldn't you expect anything? You're the Godfather of the campaign!" Needless to say I'm still a little smug and a lot taken aback by the whole thing :)

The Flat (Home): What can I say about the flat? It's not as big a shithole as it used to be, but a tidyup can't hide the fact that it's still a shitty place. We're determined to move out (for real this time) so I'm busily trying to amass the deposit for a new place together. We can't really look properly until everyone has the money, but we all seem to be making positive moves in the right direction. I'm gonna refuse to move in anywhere if my room ends up as small as this one. I fear I'll knock something over if I so much as sneeze.....cozy though :P

Other than the living conditions, things are running smoothly at home....other than I had a shit load of DVD's stolen. I've spent an untold amount of time trying to remember everything that's gone. I've got 10 so far. Some were presents. I am not amused.

Other: I can't go into specifics about anything else can I really? If it's not for people complaining that they don't want to be mentioned in the infamous blog, it's the sensitive situations that the blog always ends up destroying. Lets just generalise and say everythings fine. The family is fine. Everythings fine.

Oh, it almost slipped my mind. The Council has lost all of my payments for the last year and a half, and everytime I go round to sort something out they create a new problem. It's a nightmare and I don't see why I have to do all the leg work, but I guess there's no way out of that.

Oh, and it's my birthday on Sunday. Age maths has been running through my head yet again. Make it stop! But, what can you do?

IT'S WARTIME BEEatch!!

That's right. I'm not pointing fingers, but I'm blaming Mumbles. This week he told me about the fact that there are hardly any bee's left in Britain. Long time readers will understand how happy this makes me. My seemingly endless battle with the yellow/black bellied bastards seems to be coming to a final close. Of course I'm not counting my bee's until they've failed to hatch.

"Why would any blame be put onto Mumbles for that?" I hear you say (if you remembered that part anyway). Well, as you may remember, it wasn't always bee's. Sometimes it was a fly, sometimes one of those crazy wasp-looking flies, or sometimes a big 'ol wasp itself. I walked into the kitchen the other day to find a wasp held as a Prisoner Of War under a glass. The day after it dies I get woken up at 8:30am with a wasp at my window. Why change from 10:30? That's just mean. It's not as if I made the POW read a list of demands and mail it to his family. Some people just have no respect for modern warfare.

I may be down one can of aerosol after this mornings attack, but the war isn't over