Thursday, February 15, 2001

Thursday ALREADY!!!, I was 34 and 1 month old yesterday and life is rushing by at an alarming pace.

I totally forgot about Neil's birthday drinks at Comptons last night and got a text from Karl about it when I was almost home, but decided not to head back into town coz I am a boring old fart. Besides I don't think Neil's to keen on me these days because every time I see him I sing "Master of the House" from "Les Miz" to him in a loud jolly voice.
For those of you who don't know Neil, he is a pub manager so I think the tune is quite approprate.

Oh, and Valentine's Day ended with my lovely boyfriend being very sweet and loving, even though he is as sick as a dog right now. I am a lucky guy.

Talking of the Boyfriend, He is a teacher at an inner city junior school, and the charming little CHILDREN FROM HELL he teaches managed to nick his mobile phone last week, and this week lifted £40.00 out of his jacket pocket. I have told him to scout the class for a new dealer. Seriously, I am horrified by it all and am insisting that he start blooking for a lovely post in the suburbs.

I have another day of application debugging ahead of me, I am all Visual Basic'ed out, can't wait for this to be finished and go on to working in another technology.

I enjoyed reading about Michael's quest for a white party frock

Later

Wednesday, February 14, 2001

Day Over...(much stress but sucessful)

Someone is going to have to tell me how to set the time of my entries, coz it is actually 18h30

Reading about Dave's hurricane dream. Hmmmmmmmmmm

"Friend of Dorothy" perhaps??? I suggest ruby red slippers in bed at night.

I have some pretty strange dreams after a Sunday down at the Vauxhall, but I know why that happens.

I have been trying to figure out who won the Pop Quiz so I can ring my mate Karl and either congratulate him or sympathise.

Later
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE

My valentine's wish list
1. Loft overlooking the Thames
2.My South African Friends being only a tube ride away, coz I miss you guys
3.Russell Crowe

Have a good one and welcome New York Michael

Tuesday, February 13, 2001

Tuesday's are great, everything at work is going well, and I don't have the normal Tuesday after the Vauxhall blues (St Johns Wort and loads of banana's and chocolate helps). I am sitting opposite someone who actually say's "INNIT" at the end of each sentence and he isn't joking.INNIT

Monday, February 12, 2001

At last, heading home, my life is gonna involve soup and EastEnders tonight. Boring for some but I can't wait
I have spent most of today pretending to write an application that works out stock-bets, actually, I have been reading all of your Blogg's and declare that you are quite a clever bunch of boy's.

All these long words that us colonials never learned to use. Anyway, the point is, don't expect the same from Me, I am a self confessed fool of average intelligence.

Today isn't going well, I knew it wouldn't and its all the fault of the Vauxhall Tavern. I had no say in the matter, I am handing my application over to the client for testing this afternoon and I am happy that I got most of the work done on it on Friday, of I would have been in shit right now.

This weeks goal, get back to Gym and rediscover my waistline for summer....

More soon
Morning All

Oh Why do I do it, I ask myself with tears in my beautiful brown eye's!!!

A fabulous evening was spent at The Vauxhall Tavern (from what I can remember) last night. I didn't leave at 21h30 like I promised myself, and was not very happy with myself when I was travelling in on the tube this morning, in a cold sweat, and the walls of the tube moving like they were alive. I really have to stop drinking K_ronenberg, it has a funny effect on me.

The early part of the evening was spent convincing Wayne that throwing underwear on stage in front of Edna would not be a very good idea, I won, but then Andy grabbed the knickers in question and did it anyway....OH THE SHAME!!!

The rest of the weekend was more relaxed, a bit of retail therapy on Saturday, HabbiTWAT and the rest of them, and a lovely dinner at Michael's on Saturday night, we watched 1983 and remembered our leg warmers with pride.

Anyway, I am sure I have heaps of work to do, just can't figure out what yet

Speak soon