Well, what a week.  So far I have syphoned my entire monthly budget in one trip up to Newcastle (and it was worth it).  I’ve got sick of my job and the bitching/gossiping that seems to be getting worse and worse.  My car has magically fixed itself (and I only paid £37 for it).

I’ve also got myself a watch, which I like and enjoy.  And it’s nearly christmas working time!

However, the best thing, the bestest thing EVER is:

Nothing more interesting than a rather strange evening. This was one of them.

I went out with a man named John whom I met a couple days back, first we stopped at his when his father and one of his girlfriends came over (serious), this went on for about an hour and was a bit surreal! But it was all good. Then we went out to goodhandy’s, which I must say was rather, different. Models, naked men, sex rooms, full on locally produced porno and drunken Irish boys. If cameras were allowed I would have taken photos to prove it.

It was an interesting experience and I won a free DVD to boot so we’re all good. They even had naked twister, sound.

edit: on an FYI - what ever rumours that are going around the control centre about me this week are probably all true.

So it’s been a long long time since I’ve sat down to actually get around to writing a proper blog entry, I really need to be doing this more as quite frankly it’s a bit sad to have the best domain in the world and not use it to it’s full potential of internet evils.

We all know the FSG Rumour Mill has kept on top of my dramatic life and just about anything that has anything to do with anything. First of all my Craig situation, I love the kid but I can’t keep going with it, it’s a bitch and it hurts. He’s lovely, he’s ace but he’s not going to be my bizzatch ever and that makes the baby jesus cry. But we live, we move on and kill those in our paths.

The other situation that has properly blown up is my Matt and that well kicked off on my birthday, somehow, I’m sure just about anybody in the rumour mill knows what’s going on but I’m keeping my trap shut about it. Don’t get me wrong Claire was like “you’re the first person to be on top of all that” and she isn’ wrong, with our Carrie off having mini-me the mill is going a bit dry, so the vicious bitch over here is spreadin’ and stirin’ to make up for it. But that business, is nobody’s business and it’ll stay that way. Probably because I love Matt in that not so “I want down your Y fronts” way, in fact if it wasn’t for that cracking ass of his I think I’d like him to be family. But I’m afraid that’s an ass that won’t stop, so we can’t be doing the genetic thing and staring at it when it comes in to view.

During the week various things happened, really I should state that I need internets at work to give you the LIVE ACTION NEWS, but everytime I do I get told “OK YEAH” and it goes LOL ACCESS DENIED on me. But most memorable are:

Saturday Morning: One of our clients who have an accident rating HIGHER than the amount of vehicles they own, one of their drivers called in to say his NSF window was smashed in. This is not an issue, hey, I can even do this shit in my sleep, except he’s in France. No problem I think, I’ll just call Autoglass, they’ll do me some glass. Wrong. We had to call CARGLASS. Oh the fun we had.

The conversation went:
Me: Bonjour, parlez-vous l’anglais?
Her: Desole, je ne comprehendre pas l’anglais.
Me: Uh, Does anybody parlez-vous l’anglais?
Her: Non, Une moment, attendre a’ligne…..

Then I got passed to some woman who wanted to arrange an intervention…. oh well.

We got somebody else involved and that went equally as bad with CARGLASS, but finally our MD who although Italian and increadibly scary (it’s the mafia connections I’m sure) speaks fluent French. Even she can’t get Carglass to understand that we want GLASS IN TO CAR SO DRIVER VROOM VROOM TO ENGLAND. Idiots. So FAIL.

Saturday Afternoon: Me Tabs and Lisa went in the part bs to see Doomsday. INFO: BEST FILLUM EVAR. See it or die.

Sunday: Helped Vick move her stuff and a tellly. Her family are scary people (not the mafia connections). It was surreal. But at least I’m Vicky’s 3rd boyfriend. Although our sex life is non-existant and I’m horrid to her (but she loves it).

Anyways since the Fosters (or four cans I’ve just had is now setting in I shall go. See you my beetches.

I’ve been quite silent on this weblog for sometime now and all you people have had to read is twitters, links from del.ici.ous and the occasional photo off ShoZu which craps out if you put too much text in to it.

But now you can rejoyce, this is the first DAY I’ve had to myself in the homestead to think, clean and watch television whilst rubbing one off to columbo! This post might be insightful, it might not be but it’s going to happen now so relax OR ELSE.

The first thing I should update you on is my new job promotion to Accident Management which should be fun. This will be as of 07.04.08 so it’s all cool in the school. I will also get internets access so I may possibly update from there if I can (cos work is the only place I’m at now days).

But all is not good in my life, granted all I do is work now, it pays off but at the same time it diverts my attention from my life, which is pretty much in dire need of attention now.

Mostly because I’ve started the process of attraction with a smart, sexy, crazy and completely closed book of a guy at work. He’s great, I love the guy, I can’t even put in to words how much this is the case.

He says he’s straight, he says he’s done this that and the other but my god his body language does not even remotely correspond to what he says, which is what is making my life so shit right now.

Over the last two to three weeks I have been seriously considering what I need to do about him, because I don’t want to put myself in to a position I can’t get out of emotionally, but now it’s far too late for this I’ve stepped beyond this point and I’m now completely falling for him.

The problem with this is we get on like a house on fire, in fact, we’ve taken the street down with us. But each time he’s got to say I’m not gay or a story about shagging a woman or something. Which I then have to back off a bit. But I don’t know what to do, I’m stuck here. He says one thing and reacts in a completely different way. Why do I pick people like this? What is up with me? PLZ XPLAIN INTERNETS?!

I will need to have a bit of a sit down, think about everything and just go for it. What’s the worst that can happen? I lose, essentially, somebody who is so completely like me in all respects if he never wants to speak to me again. Being gay I can accept, in fact it’s been good fun, but times like these, it makes you realise how shit it really is.

I’m posting from my FREE broadband because my phone line is shagged.  Best thing ever: free broadband + free virigin man with a van = PORNO!  Or not.

Halariously, I won’t be able to use my free broadband cos I’m working all weekend

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… to the most boring affair to take place EVER.  We got a bit interested in two cars at the end of the estate sitting there doing nothing at all.

So zoomed in the camera to find that one man and lady were in the car acting a bit suspicious. 

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It’s Chris Evans (and not the ginger twat either).

I’ve just removed the protective sticker thing from my phone. It’s now riding bareback in my pocket. I’m so tagging this ’sexual references’.

I knew the French were useful for something other than say, boiling snails, eating cheese and being generally some of the most annoying people in the world (next to the Americans), it’s hardly ever shown but let it be seen by all I tolerate the French people as a whole only because without them I wouldn’t have my Eurovision, “French Fries” (I know their Belgian, but lets face it who the hell are the Belgians anyways, without the French they’d be Swiss chocolate makers) and liberal abuse of the Eurozone economy. But other than the obvious irrational stereotyping and SPEAKING .. SLOWLY .. AT .. A .. LOUD .. TONE I must admit this is why I love my French people. They’re far too attractive and manage to make rather good films (and cheese with a casually low VAT rate on drink).Today I witnessed their kind of film, “Juste Une Question D’Amour“, which nearly made me cry. But in fairness I’ve got a really bad cold so it’s debatable if it were to be phlem coming out of any oriface it could (like a bad bukkake in reverse).

I would advise you watch it as that rather tasty chap takes his top off (among other things) so if you’re not in to that emotional bollocks at least you, the pause button, god and dead-grandma (who are all omnipresent) can have about 5 minutes to yourself. Huzzah!