It's been a long time since i've blogged and like Gareth says on his recent post, i shan't make promises that this will be a regular return to action, but i will do my best to post more frequently and less sporadically.
I've just been watching some of the snooker. The masters is always a good tournament as it's at wembley and the atmosphere couldn't be any different to the other scheduled torunament over the coveted year. The crowd are noisy and boisterous and have no qualms about shouting out. 2 years ago the young Chinese lad Ding Jun Hui was reduced to tears and left the arena mid frame to sulk in his dressing room, such was the voiciferous backing they gave to O'Sullivan. I read the other day that Ronnie deliberately smashed his cue up in what he called a clensing, healing process. Many players have the same cue throughout the whole career, which makes it even more bizzare and funny. Ronnie's nuts, and there's probably a lot of people out there who think he's a wanker, but i love watching him play and wouldn't watch snooker if he wasn't.
On the subject of sport i hope to get back into playing tennis soon. I normally don't return to playing until May(which J jokingly said was very early the other day!) but i got a call from Nev the other day saying that i will be playing in the 4th team this year. They will be in div 2 so the standard should be fairly decent, so returning ahead of schedule is probably a wise idea. Gareth and J are both keen to start playing again too, so hopefully we can get some hits organised.
As for work, it has been relatively quiet since returning after the xmas break, which i guess isn't surprising. I find it difficult to pretend that i'm busy, so i actually would embrace the idea of being genuinely busy! well, not too busy of course as i need time to browse the QPR message boards and watch classic porn. I have written a few case studies for the website which has been quite good. If you're bored shitless go to bbv.co.uk and case studies and there is some of the stuff that i have produced.
Lastly it is the return of the darts season. The recent world Championship combined with the upcoming premier league always generates a renewed interest in playing as well. Me, Daz, Gareth and J played on Thursday. We weren't exactly firing on all cylinders but it was a good laugh all the same, with some closely fought legs. We have a fair few crazes going on at the moment - spontaneous wrestling, darts and now the new one, quiz machines! Long may they continue!
Sunday, 18 January 2009
Thursday, 23 October 2008
New job
Ok, so this is my 4th day now at my new job and so far so good. It was all very strange when i first started - new surroundings, new journey to work, new staff ect but i'm starting to feel more settled now. The thing i didn't realise is how small my company. Only 3 permanent members of staff and a few consultants that deliver training elsewhere. Although the office is relatively big, the premises are predominantly for Park Royal Partnership staff, which is the company that owns ours.
The role looks like it will be really good. I'm going to be in charge of updating the website with different features, writing material for the leaflets/fliers etc and there will be some financial duties as well such as dealing with invoices and monthly claim figures. The whole set up here is far more professional. JGA was a shithole in comparison, where you could happily laugh, joke and play pranks all day. I kind of miss that, but it had gone very stale there and it was definitely time to move on. I've been so tired in the evenings. Each day's been pretty taxing on the mind, learning all this new stuff so i've been falling asleep by about 9 o'clock!
On a seperate note i went to the Lowlands comedy night last saturday. It wasn't as good as the year before where i'd gone with Alex. The reason to mention this night is because one of the comedians fell completely flat. It was a young women, but she totally fucked up the first joke through nerves and stuttered over her words which affected the timing of the punchline. After that it was hell, really embarrasing with no laughter, not even a murmer. It was a shame and i felt sorry for her as she might have been better received had her start been more confident and assured. I'd have fucked her too. Should have offered a shoulder to cry on...
There's RE bent tonight, but i've no idea of what heads are going. Tomorrow is good as i'm the only one in, so they'll be plenty of time to fuck about and try and secure some oasis tickets for Wembley stadium next summer
The role looks like it will be really good. I'm going to be in charge of updating the website with different features, writing material for the leaflets/fliers etc and there will be some financial duties as well such as dealing with invoices and monthly claim figures. The whole set up here is far more professional. JGA was a shithole in comparison, where you could happily laugh, joke and play pranks all day. I kind of miss that, but it had gone very stale there and it was definitely time to move on. I've been so tired in the evenings. Each day's been pretty taxing on the mind, learning all this new stuff so i've been falling asleep by about 9 o'clock!
On a seperate note i went to the Lowlands comedy night last saturday. It wasn't as good as the year before where i'd gone with Alex. The reason to mention this night is because one of the comedians fell completely flat. It was a young women, but she totally fucked up the first joke through nerves and stuttered over her words which affected the timing of the punchline. After that it was hell, really embarrasing with no laughter, not even a murmer. It was a shame and i felt sorry for her as she might have been better received had her start been more confident and assured. I'd have fucked her too. Should have offered a shoulder to cry on...
There's RE bent tonight, but i've no idea of what heads are going. Tomorrow is good as i'm the only one in, so they'll be plenty of time to fuck about and try and secure some oasis tickets for Wembley stadium next summer
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
In Limbo
I'm in a funny situation at work now. With only 7 days remaining until i leave i'm finding that not only is my mentallity and approach different but also my colleagues. People aren't giving me work because there's the danger it won't get done in time, and in general i am far less involved in things. I thought being able to doss like this would be fun, but its actually wearing a bit thin now. I'm bored of going on the same websites all the time and the days seem very long. I also feel guilty that other people are working flat out, rushing round the office, whilst i'm looking at images of famous freaks on google.
I'm back in the game now, though i don't think i ever really was properly before. I made the silly mistake of over training and not allowing muscle recovery or growth, plus i didn't eat anywhere near the required amount to visibly see results. Anyhow after research etc, i feel more prepared this time around and with J and Daz back in the game too, hopefully i'll feel compelled to keep it going.
Last saturday we went to Camden for J's birthday. I'd been to Camden once before, where i went to a place called Underground. I thought it was dog shit, but this time around it was much, much better. We started in the Lock, which was a cool bar, hidden round the back. Everyone started to get buttied, necking yaygerbombers(Sp!) and other awful drinks, peering into girls bossoms and getting snapped with celebs. Unfortunately the group got split withe J, Saaaym, Daz and D going to The Worlds end and the rest of us ending up in the Electric Ballroom. Because the place was so big, for large quantities of the night we all spent long periods of time on our own which was strange, but it was a decent night all the same.
This post is probably a real let down, following on from a post that covered Tenerife and all the funny moments from then. I feel pretty empty headed actually.
I'm back in the game now, though i don't think i ever really was properly before. I made the silly mistake of over training and not allowing muscle recovery or growth, plus i didn't eat anywhere near the required amount to visibly see results. Anyhow after research etc, i feel more prepared this time around and with J and Daz back in the game too, hopefully i'll feel compelled to keep it going.
Last saturday we went to Camden for J's birthday. I'd been to Camden once before, where i went to a place called Underground. I thought it was dog shit, but this time around it was much, much better. We started in the Lock, which was a cool bar, hidden round the back. Everyone started to get buttied, necking yaygerbombers(Sp!) and other awful drinks, peering into girls bossoms and getting snapped with celebs. Unfortunately the group got split withe J, Saaaym, Daz and D going to The Worlds end and the rest of us ending up in the Electric Ballroom. Because the place was so big, for large quantities of the night we all spent long periods of time on our own which was strange, but it was a decent night all the same.
This post is probably a real let down, following on from a post that covered Tenerife and all the funny moments from then. I feel pretty empty headed actually.
Friday, 26 September 2008
Tenerife
I haven't posted for a while. A long while really, considering the title of my last post was 'Olympics'. Anyway, its been a couple of weeks since we got back from Tenerife and i thought it would be funny to reflect on some of the banter. Like Abbas did, i'll pick random things that i found funny, perhaps not the obvious, classic stories and ones that haven't been blogged yet. here goes:
1. Balcony antics - There were various moments during our time on the balcony that must have really fucked the neighbours off! All of us doing loud hand clapping, loud singing at the top of our voices, me j and al doing some sort of weird group dance and being caught, talking about rape, al pretending to have sex with the yellow ball and being caught, gary wanking over the edge!!
2. Lesree Rideout - urgh. This was living proof of how our banter can just go to waste sometimes. During the quiz at the restaurant they were playing snippets of songs/tv progs etc and you had to identify what it was. They played Coronation Street, so Al quipped 'Isn't that the national anthem' to which lesree replied 'no it aint, durr, are you mates fick or someink'.
3. Moments of embarrasment Part 1- As Al touched upon it in his blog, we got stopped by a rep on a motorbike and we had to endure all the usual claptrap of 'oh there's gonna be some fanny and some fat ones, free drinks, tickets going fast' and why the guy couldn't sense that we weren't interested is beyond belief. When he finally asked if we were interested, Al replied 'Monday i'm.....' and massive silence followed!! haha, this happened whilst Gary was staring at the palm tree, j doing hos trademark unimpressed expression and me kicking a stray leaf on the ground. Gary later confessed that he said the name of our hotlel, because the embarrasment was unbearable!
Part 2 - At the Aiport on the way home, having joked about seeing the Rideouts and what would happen, it actually ended up happening. The four of us were chilling, reading and listening to music, when out of the corner of my eye i saw them. They had actually seeked us out and before you knew it they perched themselves next to us. J put a hoody on and pretended to go to sleep, whilst laura was scrutinising his every movement, looking for any sign of him waking. When Al 'woke' him up J said 'Oh hi, i didn't realise you girls were here otherwise i would have stayed awake'.
4. On the second night, me and Gary were walking back and we somehow lost Al and J even though we were walking together. I, for no apparent reason stopped on the side of the road and was just staring blankly ahead and started to stroke a cactus! I did this 2-3 times even though it hurt each time and woke the next morning with thorns in my palm.
There are so many other funny moments, but i'll end my post with some funny quotes.
'Hi, It's me'
'What, so all you're doing is drinking? Oh come on guys, its Tenerife not fucking Blackpool'
'What does again mean?'
'Read all about it, read all about it, Theo Walcott murdered Jill Dando'
'OH FUCK OFF! McDonalds is open'
'Do you wanna leg it from the taxi?' (Gary, inside the cab)
'Burp, eeeuuurrrgggghhh'
I don't really feel i've done the holiday justice, so many funny things happened, but its impossible to remember. Which is why its good when you reflect on it with the other heads, as everyone remembers different things.
1. Balcony antics - There were various moments during our time on the balcony that must have really fucked the neighbours off! All of us doing loud hand clapping, loud singing at the top of our voices, me j and al doing some sort of weird group dance and being caught, talking about rape, al pretending to have sex with the yellow ball and being caught, gary wanking over the edge!!
2. Lesree Rideout - urgh. This was living proof of how our banter can just go to waste sometimes. During the quiz at the restaurant they were playing snippets of songs/tv progs etc and you had to identify what it was. They played Coronation Street, so Al quipped 'Isn't that the national anthem' to which lesree replied 'no it aint, durr, are you mates fick or someink'.
3. Moments of embarrasment Part 1- As Al touched upon it in his blog, we got stopped by a rep on a motorbike and we had to endure all the usual claptrap of 'oh there's gonna be some fanny and some fat ones, free drinks, tickets going fast' and why the guy couldn't sense that we weren't interested is beyond belief. When he finally asked if we were interested, Al replied 'Monday i'm.....' and massive silence followed!! haha, this happened whilst Gary was staring at the palm tree, j doing hos trademark unimpressed expression and me kicking a stray leaf on the ground. Gary later confessed that he said the name of our hotlel, because the embarrasment was unbearable!
Part 2 - At the Aiport on the way home, having joked about seeing the Rideouts and what would happen, it actually ended up happening. The four of us were chilling, reading and listening to music, when out of the corner of my eye i saw them. They had actually seeked us out and before you knew it they perched themselves next to us. J put a hoody on and pretended to go to sleep, whilst laura was scrutinising his every movement, looking for any sign of him waking. When Al 'woke' him up J said 'Oh hi, i didn't realise you girls were here otherwise i would have stayed awake'.
4. On the second night, me and Gary were walking back and we somehow lost Al and J even though we were walking together. I, for no apparent reason stopped on the side of the road and was just staring blankly ahead and started to stroke a cactus! I did this 2-3 times even though it hurt each time and woke the next morning with thorns in my palm.
There are so many other funny moments, but i'll end my post with some funny quotes.
'Hi, It's me'
'What, so all you're doing is drinking? Oh come on guys, its Tenerife not fucking Blackpool'
'What does again mean?'
'Read all about it, read all about it, Theo Walcott murdered Jill Dando'
'OH FUCK OFF! McDonalds is open'
'Do you wanna leg it from the taxi?' (Gary, inside the cab)
'Burp, eeeuuurrrgggghhh'
I don't really feel i've done the holiday justice, so many funny things happened, but its impossible to remember. Which is why its good when you reflect on it with the other heads, as everyone remembers different things.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Olympics
Great Britain in 3rd place in the medals tally? 'Oh shut up you berk' would be the answer you'd expect. But we are indeed in that position and even more remarkably, it could have been better. It's quite refreshing to see us dominate in certian sports like the Cycling, Sailing and Rowing. So often we've been 2nd best to Nations, far smaller and poorer than we are, with the media gripping onto the hope that maybe one athlete would be able to bring a medal home. We were world class at getting bronze, but now it seems that's just not good enough anymore.
I listened to an interview on the radio the other day and they were saying how some British athlete's are actually gutted with getting silvers. The womens 4 in the rowing were speechless and it seems like an Australian-like grit and determination has been instille, whereby the previous English philosophy of taking part is no longer acceptable.
The Chinese have taken things even further. I read that their trap shooter was bollocked for coming third. The interviewer posed questions like 'You must be dissapointed with that', 'You only scored 7.8 in round one, explain why that was', until the guy eventually succcumbed to the interogation, admitting that he'd 'let the nation down'. poor sod.
Occasionally on the bbc round up they will finish with funny outakes from the Olympics, that you ordinarily wouldn't see or notice. I will relay the ones i can remember that made me chuckle:
1. A trampolinist that just jumped up and down, didn't attempt any twist, or flips. nothing. The judges actually asked him to stop!
2. A 33 stone Judo wrestler, who had all his gut spilling out. How the fuck are you supposed to throw him over!
3. A women 1500 metre runner, who gets tarted up before each race. Mascara, lipstick, eye shadow, the lot. strange. Maybe she wants a bit of Brendon Foster inside her.
I listened to an interview on the radio the other day and they were saying how some British athlete's are actually gutted with getting silvers. The womens 4 in the rowing were speechless and it seems like an Australian-like grit and determination has been instille, whereby the previous English philosophy of taking part is no longer acceptable.
The Chinese have taken things even further. I read that their trap shooter was bollocked for coming third. The interviewer posed questions like 'You must be dissapointed with that', 'You only scored 7.8 in round one, explain why that was', until the guy eventually succcumbed to the interogation, admitting that he'd 'let the nation down'. poor sod.
Occasionally on the bbc round up they will finish with funny outakes from the Olympics, that you ordinarily wouldn't see or notice. I will relay the ones i can remember that made me chuckle:
1. A trampolinist that just jumped up and down, didn't attempt any twist, or flips. nothing. The judges actually asked him to stop!
2. A 33 stone Judo wrestler, who had all his gut spilling out. How the fuck are you supposed to throw him over!
3. A women 1500 metre runner, who gets tarted up before each race. Mascara, lipstick, eye shadow, the lot. strange. Maybe she wants a bit of Brendon Foster inside her.
Sunday, 10 August 2008
New football season
Thank god its arrived! I've spent numerous days at work pressing the F5 button on the message boards, being addicted to the rumours of which players are coming/going and now thankfully the silly season has finished and we're down to the nitty gritty. Normally you associate the 1st game of the season with scorching temperatures, fans wearing their new shirts sitting outside the pubs in fine voice. Yesterday however was quite the opposite and felt like any other game. The miserable weather, the lack of fans around(probably owing to the fact that i forgot the season tickets and had to go back home making us later than normal) made the whole occassion seem altogether quite strange. The match was preceded with elaborate, over the top fireworks and flames and the prevailing mist gave it quite an Italian like feel. In typical QPR fashion, with the expectation and anticipation surrounding us this season we went 1-0 down after 4 mins. I won't bore you with all the details of the match, but the game nearly ended with our centre back getting a hatrick. weird.
I helped the 4th team get promoted last thursday. I felt quite under pressure actually, considering it was my 1st match with them and they needed 14 points to get promotion. I didn't want to be the cunt that fucked up a whole seasons worth of work for the rest of them that had played in each game and have to avoid the cutting, sarcy remarks from Ian and Colin afterwards. I was playing with bum boy vic Butler and it was draining to say the least. Particular comments included 'keep it in play and wait for them to make a mistake', '3 out of 4 is glory mate. Go for the glory mate'. Hardly Vic. I'd associate glory with winning the world cup, breaking the 100 metre world record or winning all 4 slams in one year, not winning a couple of sets against Harrow Baptist. Talking of Harrow Baptist, my god they were bad. Considering they are in the division above what i have been playing this year with the 5ths they were fucking toilet. This isn't meant to sound arrogant, but i actually felt bored out there, so if that is any sort of reflection or indication of what to expect next year, then we've got little to worry about.
I went to Camden last night. It was shit. There's been a recurring theme to my blogs where i reflect on a place i've been to that i knew was going to be pants, and yet still decided to go, against my better judgement. Though it is a lively place during the day with the market, at night it is quite soulless and characterless. The place we ended up in was full of these goth like gouls and emo sadists and me and my mate Wise were described by one as dressing pretentiously. I felt really out of place and wished i were in soho or covent garden.
I helped the 4th team get promoted last thursday. I felt quite under pressure actually, considering it was my 1st match with them and they needed 14 points to get promotion. I didn't want to be the cunt that fucked up a whole seasons worth of work for the rest of them that had played in each game and have to avoid the cutting, sarcy remarks from Ian and Colin afterwards. I was playing with bum boy vic Butler and it was draining to say the least. Particular comments included 'keep it in play and wait for them to make a mistake', '3 out of 4 is glory mate. Go for the glory mate'. Hardly Vic. I'd associate glory with winning the world cup, breaking the 100 metre world record or winning all 4 slams in one year, not winning a couple of sets against Harrow Baptist. Talking of Harrow Baptist, my god they were bad. Considering they are in the division above what i have been playing this year with the 5ths they were fucking toilet. This isn't meant to sound arrogant, but i actually felt bored out there, so if that is any sort of reflection or indication of what to expect next year, then we've got little to worry about.
I went to Camden last night. It was shit. There's been a recurring theme to my blogs where i reflect on a place i've been to that i knew was going to be pants, and yet still decided to go, against my better judgement. Though it is a lively place during the day with the market, at night it is quite soulless and characterless. The place we ended up in was full of these goth like gouls and emo sadists and me and my mate Wise were described by one as dressing pretentiously. I felt really out of place and wished i were in soho or covent garden.
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
Promotion
The 5th team got promoted last night. We needed 14 points to secure it and thats exactly what we did, winning 14-10. It was a difficult match, but probably the most enjoyable, because they were all attacking players and it was good tennis from both teams. I thought it was all going to go tits up though, breaking a string in the 2nd game of the 1st match. Luckily, the racket i borrowed was similiar to mine. My form is good at the moment, which is why it's a shame that the season is now over. I'm looking forward to next season, though it will obviously be a sterner test.
I saw Batman last week. It's a really good film and deserves all the acolades and credit it has already received. I'm glad they didn't decide to scrap showing the film because of Heath ledger's death. What a fucking stupid idea.
I went to london on Saturday night for Gareth and Chris' birthday. We started off in the slug and lettuce and completely took over the place. The group consisted of the usual heads, Chris' uni friends; Gareth's uni/course mates and his brother and his mates. Good banter it were too, with the conversation flitting between the LDC, different moods/types of wanking and offensive football chants. We then headed to Roxy, which is an underground bar/club type place, which played some quality music and offered some reasonably priced boozed. Me and Gareth hooked up with a couple of blonde girls. I've texted mine in the hope of meeting for a drink(maybe a double date), but i'm yet to receive a reply. There's so many unwritten rules/ettiquete involved in when to text, when to expect a reply etc. I'll actually be quite dissapointed if she doesn't reply, she seemed like a really nice girl and she was attractive too.
I saw Batman last week. It's a really good film and deserves all the acolades and credit it has already received. I'm glad they didn't decide to scrap showing the film because of Heath ledger's death. What a fucking stupid idea.
I went to london on Saturday night for Gareth and Chris' birthday. We started off in the slug and lettuce and completely took over the place. The group consisted of the usual heads, Chris' uni friends; Gareth's uni/course mates and his brother and his mates. Good banter it were too, with the conversation flitting between the LDC, different moods/types of wanking and offensive football chants. We then headed to Roxy, which is an underground bar/club type place, which played some quality music and offered some reasonably priced boozed. Me and Gareth hooked up with a couple of blonde girls. I've texted mine in the hope of meeting for a drink(maybe a double date), but i'm yet to receive a reply. There's so many unwritten rules/ettiquete involved in when to text, when to expect a reply etc. I'll actually be quite dissapointed if she doesn't reply, she seemed like a really nice girl and she was attractive too.
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