Not Busy

I am not busy today, this looks like I might possibly be doing something. I have asked my boss three times for something to do but am still waiting.

I have been writing some recursive functions which is the horriblest thing in the world they loop and loop until you get dizzy and fall over.

My Ellen Allien CD has not yet turned up! Bah.

Everything is Rubbish

Bank Holiday Weekend time again, Friday I had to stay in the pub next to work waiting for a call that would tell me to go back to work to press a few buttons on the keyboard...Mark (my boss) drank three bottles of wine in the space of two hours and got THAT I'm rather pissed and can't stand up straight look. He shortly disappeared (rather a sensible idea) and I got the call to key.

Next I went and met Phil in the Hotel du Vin where he was having a school reunion, I didn't stay, good job, apparently it was £4.50 for a half of lager.

On to the Sunflower Lounge to meet Dan and My Brother via the Old Contemptibles (now ruined if you ask me) for a couple more beers, only I'd gone past the point of wanting to stay out drinking (something that seems to happen a lot earlier nowdays) and decided it was time to jump on the train and go home. However I fell asleeeeeeeeZZZZZZZZZ...waking up in Redditch with no way of getting home...ten minutes late scratching my head trying to arouse myself from my daze I went and found a taxi that would bring me home from (almost) rural Worcestershire....sleep.

Next morning I had Rebecca texting me wanting to know why I hadn't picked Joshua up yet as she was going out - she has a car, lives fifteen minute walk away, she could have dropped him off - quickly up the road, then a day spent trawling charity shops for second hand CDs with not much luck - I bought a moshi moshi compilation (OK nothing special) - then took him to my sisters because I was on call and I *KNEW* I would get called out.

Tis the 80's, Cyndi Lauper is rubbish - so rubbish in fact that it makes Dan leave after the third play - maybe more places should play Cyndi Lauper x3, he he....I like the 80s night at the Hare and Hounds it is stoopid. We chatted to some girls called ....bby and ......bby who enjoyed Joe's cigarettes greatly.

Got home at half two, went to bed at three, got woken at half eight, arrived at work at half nine, pressed some buttons in a daze, waited ages to speak to user and then went to my sisters to get Joshua. Most of the rest of Sunday was spent in the pub. Pub-Dinner-Home-Pub-Home. Dan doesn't like minimal techno, it is rubbish apparently - not sure where the minimal techno was but it is rubbish anyway. Maybe he'd like to listen to Cyndi Lauper instead.

Monday - I wasn't intending to drink - I drank a lot. Saw some Art too, which wasn't the best.

Nothing much happened at the weekend, I did however put back a number of ales.

Mentor

This week I have been mentoring. Ha ha ha ha. Richard's skool of computering. Its been a rather long week............

Last night I went to the pub with Ben and my Brother and Sarah who talks an awful lot, I was not talkative - I should have gone to the land of nod rather than land of beer. Ah well.

Dan came too, the landlady looked at him like a rancid turd had just walked through the door. I expect she was even less impressed with the fact the he was "Stingo I'm Not Buying A Pint" Dan. He reckons that the only reason she looked at him with disgust was because he wasn't wearing his best chav clothes, I think it's because he looked like a smack addict tramp. He he.

ZX Spectrum Orchestra Man

I sat behind one half of the ZX Spectrum Orchestra on the number 50 bus. He was reading a maths text book. Ace! I was on my way to the Hare and Hounds to meet Mr Cooper. I ended up drinking far too many pints of Staropramen and couldn't drink the last one. I felt sick.

DJ Mag has a bouncy house mix CD from Steve Aoki. Bouncy bouncy....