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So Christmas has been and gone, thank god for that.  It's been a touch dull but at least there were good films on and I managed to eat enough chicken through out the day that my wee smelled of fried chicken.

I'm not sure if I should be proud or concerned about this (I'm edging towards pride).

I kind of expected this entry to be slightly better than it is at the moment, perhaps because I managed to do some rather interesting things over the last fortnight.  I'd write about them but my memory is a bit vague considering the alcohol consumption involved from the start of this month onwards.  However, fear not my eager beaver readers, people have taken embarrassing photos!  In fact so embarrassing I shall show you all one now:-

 


As you can see from the above photo I clearly have no shame and I've got fat.  Good thing though is that I can collect my brand new bicycle as soon as I get my Bike4Work Scheme certificate, which I can then use to get to and from work and drop a shit load of stonage in a couple months.   And I'm sure I can drop down to my birth weight of 5 lbs, 6 oz in no time.

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So what an interesting few weeks this has been. I would have posted this all much earlier but you know fat fingers and iPhones don't generally mix, so I'm stuck doing this kind of stuff in my free time in front of the computermabox.

So how did last week end off? Well completely shitingly shite.  Thursday was pretty harsh as one could expect from this entry, I received a reply the following week from the rail company which was pretty shocking to say the least. I won't post the full email (oh wait, I will) but here is the part that I kicked off about, big style:-

I was also very sorry to hear that you missed our 21:25 from Westbury to Bristol Temple meads and as a consequence of this you then had to wait forthe 21:55 departure. I understand how frustrating this must have been for you.

However as you arrived at Westbury at 21:23 there was an insufficient connection time for your train to Bristol Temple meads. It is policy that we must allow a minimum connection time of five minutes between journeys.

The service left on time, but we usually lock the train doors around 40seconds before departure for passenger safety and to avoid delays. Once the despatch procedure has started, I am afraid we cannot unlock the doors to let passenger's board. This procedure must be followed strictly.

Understandably, quite a bit pissed off about the comment that it was my fault that I managed to miss my correct connection (2110) and the secondary connection (2125). But I'm glad to say that I wasn't the only one to think so.

Of course I wasn't best pleased about all this as I arrived somewhere near the half eleven hour at home, which meant I was utterly zombified the following day. I won't go in to the whole thing as trains are an utterly boring topic and I spend a lot of time slating them off (what do you expect when you leave somebody bored waiting with a smartphone?) but the whole issue was resolved and I trust that my comments about the staff at the station were taken seriously. Of course this didn't mean that another incident didn't crop up very shortly after.

Then of course the weekend passed which I got an early start to with ending work half an hour early to get home an hour early. Unfortunately, the following 4-5 days were pretty dull and I spent the time living like an agrophobic, but thanks to the special offer on from milk&more, I was like an agrophobic with BACON, lots and lots of BACON.

After I managed to leave that agrophobic stage and get my cracker white ass out the door (which was promptly burnt by the minimal amount of sun that was out) I did a bit of a tour of Clifton, The Suspension Bridge and had a bit of a wander around which I had to make a rather quick get away out of a crusing area.

On Friday, I headed in to Gloucester to meet Steve for an afternoon up in Ludlow, I didn't actually take any photos for some reason but it was quite a nice place to visit, I'm not entirely sure how he managed to live there as it seemed quite an isolated place (in fact most of Shropshire did as well). He took me to the random sights of the area, like Harry Tuffin's in Craven Arms, which is quite the sight. It has EVERYTHING.

On the way back between nearly nodding off I felt a bit queezy, turns out that I'm not very good at being a passenger in a car now days, I'm not entirely sure how this transpired considering taking a train in this part of the country is like riding a bull, but as is the mystery of the human body.

Yesterday was my first day in work and it didn't quite start off well. Managed to have to write off my entire afternoon and left more angry and stressed than I was before I left on my holiday time. Clearly missing the entire point of time off.

mmn: (HAY GURLFRIEN!)
So after a wild week of general jibber jabber and utter tosswank I finally have some free time as I've decided on taking taking some holiday time.  Granted it won't be as good as the time I had to take a half day holiday and spring across the Berkshire countryside but I think a good week will do!  Although it's costing me in lost overtime but hey-ho I get MOAR PANTZ TYMEZ.

So far it's been a good start, I've done pretty much feck all today, lounging around in my pants (whilst washing the rest of them).  I wandered out for a couple of bits from Tesco Metro but that was the last of my human interaction for the day.

I did actually find something useful out of sitting on my bum all day, there is a special offer from milk&more for new customers of a free £10 discount, so totally used that opportunity to buy free bacon and other bits (including milk I should add).  I'm getting it delivered on Monday so we'll see how it goes.

A slight recap from Monday however, Steve made his way down to Brizzal and we stopped off in a decent place called HK Diner very cheap and BUBBLE TEA GALLORE.  It was quite good fun even though the day was quite the wash out and of course the hoards of screaming uninterested feral children towed in to the Bristol Museum and Art Gallery (which coincidently looks a bit like a jumble sale with all the non-matching pieces, but it gives it that charm only Bristol could have) by parents looking to ditch the little shits for a few hours.  
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Hey! It’s 2am half way through the night here, before it um, goes 1am again.

I have some decent photos from through out the evening and I now have somebody sleeping next to me HA!

Just having a quick sit down and a poke on Twitter/LiveJournal/etc. 3 data dropped off the face of the earth for a while but it’s back on!

My legs are savagely killing me probably because these trainers are shite!

And I saw two of Somerset’s finest law men and one of their dogs pottering around.

Everything has gone back to being friendly, fun, high energy and awesomeo.

Also, can’t entirely be sure if I already posted this photo yet!

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Seriously, this is becoming stupid. I’m all for fun, but clearly security, the organisers and door staff aren’t looking hard enough for drugs.

The main room smells of Amsterdam and some of the other rooms smell like a crack den.

Having been in a crack den once I can assure you I’m not over playing this.

Everything was hunky dory up until an hour ago, and trust me I’m no fucking prude either.

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Spent a good few (3) minutes in there before getting floored by a medic with a security entourage and um, the following removal by said medic of a party goer.

Mainly though the music was pants. Might head back in later. Still 7 more hours (just under) seeing as the clocks go back.

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Bionic

Oct. 30th, 2010 11:59 pm
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I’m trying to spend 15 minutes in this room. It’s like a human oven! Brrrap!

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They’re shooting sparks from their vajayjays!

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Metropolis

Oct. 30th, 2010 11:03 pm
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It’s about the size of the irritating club down the road but it’s fucking brill!!!

Had to leave the main arena, smelled, um, not quite right!

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… With the drinks prices!

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… With the drinks prices!

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… With the drinks prices!

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