Saturday, May 19, 2001

Friday Night

Dinner with Nick and Dave, good food, great company, tons of wine and a good time had by all

Thanks guys

Friday, May 18, 2001

The first SALGS movie evening was a resounding sucess. Wayne, Karl, Alan, Dave, Steve. Terry, two guys I don't know, and I met at 20:30 at barcode for a quick perve, woops drink. And then off to the cinema. Mixed reviews of the Broken Hearts Club. But I loved it. It was funny in places, and a bit close to home in others. Someone had to die, annoyingly but at least not of aids, and I think it was an honest movie, I know I have had a lot of the feelings and said a lot of the things in my life that I saw on screen last night. If you treat it like light entertainment its worth an evening out. If you are looking for 'Beauiful Thing'. or a life changing moment don't bother. This is a rainy saturday afternoon delight. My pennys worth.

Second meeting regarding my redundancy today and I ended up being life coach to a few of the younger members of staff who were pretty upset by the very nasty attitude our American partner 'Janice from hell.' She had tried to break us down so that we would not ask to stay. Anyway, we soothed our nerves with a sherry or two at 11:00 in the morning and now I am home and have the first of my interviews on monday (YES!!).

Off to Dave's tonight, and as you all know he wants to bump Wayne and I off right now. So if I don't appear at HOPE tomorrow night, arrest the minkered one!!!

Thursday, May 17, 2001

I don't know why I didn't think of it before, I could write the colunm in the QX mag about all the bars and clubs. It's perfect for me. All I will have to do is party continuously and then probably die (happy)
I have had some really great e-mails of support from everyone. Thanks guys.

Already a lot of things happening and I may have a few interviews tomorrow. And I am considering moving out of full on IT into IT recruitment or something equally fabulous and highly paid.(can't let poverty stand between me and a fabulous social life now can I)

But right now, I am sitting on a South London Estate (privately owned of course but for this case senario forget that) and I am unemployed and married to someone called Wayne.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Does that make me Waynetta??? (played to perfection by the wonderful Kathy Burke). Well I demand a brown baby!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, May 16, 2001

I refer to Dave's entry about my BAD BAD Boyfriend posting a rather unfortunate photo of him on the web. Please be assured that I have dished out some severe dicipline since, but he seems to enjoy it!!!! (oink).

Also, please don't poison him on friday night, I am unemployed for god sake!!! I can't be a widow too.

Things are already looking better by the way, just got an e-mail from a fellow victim of todays culling. He got chatting to somebody in the loo's at The Couch in Dean Street who is an IT recruitment specialist and wants to meet all 13 of us. So that's what straight boys get up to in public lavvies.
Well Boys and Girls, I regret to inform you all that this morning I was made redundant, along with 13 other people with less than a years service with my company.

We were targeted because by law, they don't have to pay out huge redundancy packages to employees with less than 2 years service. As you can all imagine, I am not the happiest guy in town right now.

To the people that e-mailed me on my work address, please will you use the tattlad@hotmail.com address from now on. Also, HELP all in London, I am looking at letting as many people know about me as possible. 13 years project management and client relationship management skills. Fairly junior but quick to learn IT skills including SQL server, VB, HTML, ASP( a bit ) VB script and Javascript.( 9 months IT experience) Excellent soft/people/communication skills. Please let me have contacts in your HR departments if you think I will get anywhere by contacting them. I would appreciate it, if I get the shit package (i.e 1 weeks salary) that we all expect, I will be hitting those street corners before to long and at my age that's not pretty.

All in all, this year is my own 'Annus Horibilis' so far and things have got to change.

Later

Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Remember that 'all company scary meeting' that I was so pleased was posponed the other week. Well it's happening tomorrow morning.

Hold thumbs for me, I don't want to be a benefit babe.
It's not often that I will post e-mail jokes, but I loved this one...

A vacationing penguin is driving through Arizona when he notices the
oil-pressure light is on. He gets out to look and sees oil dripping out
of the motor. He drives to the nearest town and stops at the first gas
station.

After dropping the car off, the penguin goes for a walk around town. He
sees an ice-cream shop, and being a penguin in Arizona, decides that
something cold would really hit the spot. He sits down to eat. Having no hands,
he makes a real mess trying to eat with his little flippers.

After finishing his ice cream, he goes back to the gas station and asks
the mechanic if he's found the problem. The mechanic looks up from the
engine and says, "It looks like you blew a seal."
"No,no," the penguin replies, wiping his mouth, "it's just ice cream."

SORRY!!

ATTENTION S.L.A.G.S MOVIECLUB WANNABES

The first meeting of our salubrious, or if you are from Stockwell 'Poncy' club is this Thursday 17th at 21h20. The movie in question is 'The Broken Hearts Club' and it is showing at the Metro in Rupert Street, Soho.

Our plan is to meet at 20h30 at Bar Code for a quiet sherry beforehand (yeah rite).

Everyone is responsible for arranging their own tickets and I suggest that you do this before Bar Code

Well, I hope we see loads of you on Thursday, check out the site to wet your appetite

Oh dear, Wayne photo’s of a Sunday at the Vauxhall Tavern have been uploaded, and we have already got death threats. Lets just say that an evening of severe minkering does nothing for the looks. At midnight I had a face like a slapped arse. Anyway why are everyone’s lips so red??

Monday, May 14, 2001

It’s all that Dave’s fault, the reason I am having trouble focussing on the screen this morning.

Ohmygod!! Well we got to wear shorts and sit on the grassy knoll at the Vauxhall Tavern yesterday. Lovely it was too. I am not feeling to well this morning but I am sure I will survive. Wayne had the camera with him and has some awful photo’s of us at twelve at night and I’m not surprised that I am not desired as much as I think I deserve to be. We look fucking awful after a night of minkering.

The photos should be sorted by tomorrow and I will link to them.

Sunday, May 13, 2001

I am monitoring the weather like a hawk, I so want today to be sunny, bright and warm so that I can enjoy the afternoon, sitting on the grass with all my favourite people. Right now, it’s bright, but a bit overcast.

The Eurovision party was a laugh check out the photo's of the evening, I loved the Swedish entry who mimicked ABBA (how camp is that), Wayne was sold of Greece and Terry, Karl and Alan fancied Denmark’s chances. And the winners were Estonia (I think, or some other obscure country) I don’t even know where the hell Estonia is. Anyway, we drank copious amounts of lager and had a laugh, so all is well.

I am also hobbling around today after attending a ‘bodypump’ class at the gym yesterday, foolishly thinking that it would be a light healthy workout. WRONG!!! The instructor was sent from the devil himself and I worked muscles I never knew I had. I think I am going to add this class to my ‘I will be beautiful for summer’ routine.

For some reason this weekend I am waking up very early, 06h40 this morning. This is usually the time I get home on a Sunday morning, so it’s lovely to potter around, doing guy’s stuff (washing, vacuuming etc). Wayne is still gently snoring away, I plan to kick him out of bed soon though, as I feel to go to Tooting Common and catch some rays.

The most exciting thing that is happening today is to a mate of mine, who will remain nameless, who is off to Buck palace to take tea with Liz herself.

Wayne and I are contemplating standing outside Buckingham Palace waiving the mini Union Jacks we nicked from the Retro Bar (don’t judge me, everyone nicked one) last night as he goes in.

Later