I've
had no work since the 23rd of September and I ran out of money so I
figured I'd best go and sign on. I am now time rich but cash poor which
means I can go and do stuff in the week just as long as it is free, so
that is exactly what I did this week, well apart from going to the pub,
which is not free at all.
Monday - Caught the Metro over to Wolverhampton to see a Pop Art exhibition, I was a little bemused by the notes underneath the artworks which I thought were reading things into the stuff that just wasn't there. I finished off Red Dead Redemption, even though the character you play is looking for redemption from his past life of crime I still managed to kill over 700 people, games are silly like that
Tuesday - I had to go and sign on for the first time in seven months, those places are horrible. Later I went to the Hare and Hounds with an old hippie called Clive, I grumbled about paying £3.80 for a pint of San Miguel and played some computer games and listened to Leon make funny noises with his Korg Kaos Pad thing.
Wednesday - Needing to get some money together for Lisbon I went and sat in the library and put things on eBay. I looked at whether or not I am allowed to do this whilst signing on and it seems that I can, similar to flogging stuff at a car boot sale as long as I don't start buying stuff to sell I neither have to tell the jobcentre nor HMRC. After this I caught the Metro again and went to Bilston Town Hall where I saw and amazing film called The Miners Hymns, it is made up of BFI archive footage set to the music of Icelandic composer Johann Johannson. Bilston Town Hall is a fantastic venue, it has great acoustics and is really ornate and should be used for lots of other cool stuff.
Thursday - Went and changed some euros I had because I was totally skint and then met Phil and Dave in the Country Girl for a lunchtime pint, I had two pints of American Pale Ale which was very tasty. I could have stayed there for the duration but Phil is on baby birthing watch and Dave said he was going home to sweep up some leaves behind his shed? Not to worry though, I had been invited to a thank you drink for my work at the Birmingham Literature Festival at the new pub Cherry Reds on John Bright St which I duly attended.
I drank a few pints of Freedom Pilsner which is rather tasty, I got quite squiffy, my brother, Wayne and Annoying Tim turned up, they had been in the pub all day and were very drunk, luckily most of the Lit Fest people had either gone home or were quite tight themselves, one of the girls was insistent that she was going to carry on but none of the others wanted to go to Moseley with her. Annoying Tim, doesn't like being called Annoying Tim and claims he is not annoying, he is, so I carried on calling him it. It was time to go home, I bought a can of Lech to drink on the bus, we went to a pizza shop and my brother puked all over the floor and then on my arm, I didn't eat any more pizza.
Friday - Worse luck, I not only had to go to the jobcentre again, I also had a thick head. After the hell that is a signing on visit I caught the bus to West Brom so I could visit The Public for one last time before the cultural vandals of Sandwell Council closed it down and leave the area with nothing worth visiting for whatsoever. I saw a play in a caravan and took some pictures. I tried to get home but for some reason Network West Midlands aren't able to divert their buses around an road traffic collision and I had wait over 70 minutes for a bus not to come before finally getting on one of those cheapo travel worlds most uncomfortable bus buses.
I was planning on stopping in with Joshua that evening but this didn't happen, he decided he was going to visit his gran. Even then I wasn't planning on doing much as I only had a tenner left but my brother asked me if I wanted to go to the Oak for a few so I popped down, there was quite a few people in there including a very drunk Jonno. He was absolutely off his tits, I'm not sure why the bar staff kept serving him but they did and by midnight he was unable to get out of the front door of the pub because he couldn't work out how to unlock it. My plan was to leave my beer take him back to the flat and then go back to the pub and finish my pint.
Jonno however insisted that I carry him to Becky who was at Andy's house because he didn't know where his key was. This was a mistake. The next thing I know it is four in the morning and I am ready to go home to sleep. Then further to that it is half past six and I still haven't gone home.
Saturday - I sat, watched some telly and felt rough.
Sunday - I was expecting a two day hangover but it seems to have passed me by, still I haven't done a great deal, got up late, played computer games with Joshua and then wrote this long rambling post.
This week I guess I will have to apply for some jobs and other exciting things like that.
Monday - Caught the Metro over to Wolverhampton to see a Pop Art exhibition, I was a little bemused by the notes underneath the artworks which I thought were reading things into the stuff that just wasn't there. I finished off Red Dead Redemption, even though the character you play is looking for redemption from his past life of crime I still managed to kill over 700 people, games are silly like that
Tuesday - I had to go and sign on for the first time in seven months, those places are horrible. Later I went to the Hare and Hounds with an old hippie called Clive, I grumbled about paying £3.80 for a pint of San Miguel and played some computer games and listened to Leon make funny noises with his Korg Kaos Pad thing.
Wednesday - Needing to get some money together for Lisbon I went and sat in the library and put things on eBay. I looked at whether or not I am allowed to do this whilst signing on and it seems that I can, similar to flogging stuff at a car boot sale as long as I don't start buying stuff to sell I neither have to tell the jobcentre nor HMRC. After this I caught the Metro again and went to Bilston Town Hall where I saw and amazing film called The Miners Hymns, it is made up of BFI archive footage set to the music of Icelandic composer Johann Johannson. Bilston Town Hall is a fantastic venue, it has great acoustics and is really ornate and should be used for lots of other cool stuff.
Thursday - Went and changed some euros I had because I was totally skint and then met Phil and Dave in the Country Girl for a lunchtime pint, I had two pints of American Pale Ale which was very tasty. I could have stayed there for the duration but Phil is on baby birthing watch and Dave said he was going home to sweep up some leaves behind his shed? Not to worry though, I had been invited to a thank you drink for my work at the Birmingham Literature Festival at the new pub Cherry Reds on John Bright St which I duly attended.
I drank a few pints of Freedom Pilsner which is rather tasty, I got quite squiffy, my brother, Wayne and Annoying Tim turned up, they had been in the pub all day and were very drunk, luckily most of the Lit Fest people had either gone home or were quite tight themselves, one of the girls was insistent that she was going to carry on but none of the others wanted to go to Moseley with her. Annoying Tim, doesn't like being called Annoying Tim and claims he is not annoying, he is, so I carried on calling him it. It was time to go home, I bought a can of Lech to drink on the bus, we went to a pizza shop and my brother puked all over the floor and then on my arm, I didn't eat any more pizza.
Friday - Worse luck, I not only had to go to the jobcentre again, I also had a thick head. After the hell that is a signing on visit I caught the bus to West Brom so I could visit The Public for one last time before the cultural vandals of Sandwell Council closed it down and leave the area with nothing worth visiting for whatsoever. I saw a play in a caravan and took some pictures. I tried to get home but for some reason Network West Midlands aren't able to divert their buses around an road traffic collision and I had wait over 70 minutes for a bus not to come before finally getting on one of those cheapo travel worlds most uncomfortable bus buses.
I was planning on stopping in with Joshua that evening but this didn't happen, he decided he was going to visit his gran. Even then I wasn't planning on doing much as I only had a tenner left but my brother asked me if I wanted to go to the Oak for a few so I popped down, there was quite a few people in there including a very drunk Jonno. He was absolutely off his tits, I'm not sure why the bar staff kept serving him but they did and by midnight he was unable to get out of the front door of the pub because he couldn't work out how to unlock it. My plan was to leave my beer take him back to the flat and then go back to the pub and finish my pint.
Jonno however insisted that I carry him to Becky who was at Andy's house because he didn't know where his key was. This was a mistake. The next thing I know it is four in the morning and I am ready to go home to sleep. Then further to that it is half past six and I still haven't gone home.
Saturday - I sat, watched some telly and felt rough.
Sunday - I was expecting a two day hangover but it seems to have passed me by, still I haven't done a great deal, got up late, played computer games with Joshua and then wrote this long rambling post.
This week I guess I will have to apply for some jobs and other exciting things like that.
