Eddie Izzard is hilarious and due to some very kind friends I was able to take Mari to go and see him. See loves him and can understand him. Sadly it was at expense of two of our very dear friends not being able to make it. I got a call yesterday at 4pm from G saying that they were now unable to go and would we like the tickets. So by 5 we were on the road to wembley.
All was going well until a group of 8 sat next to us. I get a tap on the shoulder.
Him "Are there 2 of you in your group"
Me "Yes"
Him "Do you mind swapping seat with our close friends a few rows back who we travelled down together with"
Me "Yes, I do" (A few rows back if he had said in front sure!!)
Him "Really !!!!!"
Me "yes really"
Him "Oh"
I should point out that seat were right on the limit of acceptable visual range. IE we could see Eddie but not make out his facial expression.(Which as you may know you really need to.. although of course they did have giant screens)
TAP TAP on the shoulder.
Him (again).. "What is we gave you £40"
me "No"
Him "Really !!!!"
Me "FFS"
Anyway that was last of it until the break. Where Mari happened to spot him being introduced to the 'close friends'.
The scene finished with a classic line from one of their group sat next me turns and says (and to be honest he seemed nice)
"Bit far back here"
and yet your dickhead friend wanted us to move even further back.
Monday, 7 December 2009
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
To Vaccinate or not
Not such a big debate in the Hunt house as we believe that Mari should not get vaccinated. There seems to be a big push by the medical staff to have this done but in our opinion there has not been enough testing. Sure Pregnant women have had it with no side effects but what about the babies after they are born. You can't tell me there has been enough research done to support that they wont affected after the fact. This is a new vaccine based on a tested one but is still different. It seems to have been rushed in to stop the spread of the pandemic...... I know what rushing can do. As a programmer I have rushed things and only later on down the line found a further issue caused by rushing in the first time. No one has shown any evidence that it is safe and new born babies wont be affected.
So the questions do we take a know risk of not having it or the unknown disaster that could be around the corner...
So the questions do we take a know risk of not having it or the unknown disaster that could be around the corner...
Friday, 20 November 2009
Hand of frog
For years now we have suffered the taunts of our neighbours about the South Atlantic incident..... no not the war but the infamous hand of God. How we felt aggrieved and how other thought we were being a bit silly and should get over it. In fact I am sure deep down they were actually laughing at us.
Shoe seems to be on the other foot now.........or rather ball seems to be on the other hand now.
Shoe seems to be on the other foot now.........or rather ball seems to be on the other hand now.
Monday, 16 November 2009
More Ammo....
For the daily mail reader........... Hermana got her indefinite leave to remain visa on Saturday. I guess that makes her a UK resident now and gives the daily mail reader another reason to bitch.
Monday, 9 November 2009
... and take your partner by the hand...
This morning finds me totally knackered but a great weekend.
Picked up C on Friday night and she was in a great mood... Good start.
Saturday morning didn't do much but in the afternoon we all went for a run/walk. You see C and I are planning to enter the Reading kids fun run before the actual Marathon next year. So in order to prepare we need to train.... C did very well with running and Mari & bumpita plodded a long too. That night Hermana had invited us to a Fair (She said) which actually turned out to be a barn dance. Now the last time we were somewhere with a live band and dancing was our wedding. To be honest C wasn't that impressed so we figured we would be there for about an hour at most.... However, she LOVED IT. Kept dancing and moving and was totally fine with having to dance with other people. So we finally got home about midnight.
Sunday was busy too with some friends over and C totally destroying them on the Wii............ muhahahahah she is actually ruthless on the boxing.
Picked up C on Friday night and she was in a great mood... Good start.
Saturday morning didn't do much but in the afternoon we all went for a run/walk. You see C and I are planning to enter the Reading kids fun run before the actual Marathon next year. So in order to prepare we need to train.... C did very well with running and Mari & bumpita plodded a long too. That night Hermana had invited us to a Fair (She said) which actually turned out to be a barn dance. Now the last time we were somewhere with a live band and dancing was our wedding. To be honest C wasn't that impressed so we figured we would be there for about an hour at most.... However, she LOVED IT. Kept dancing and moving and was totally fine with having to dance with other people. So we finally got home about midnight.
Sunday was busy too with some friends over and C totally destroying them on the Wii............ muhahahahah she is actually ruthless on the boxing.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Going to need a shotgun
Well after a lot of (Frankly nerve racking) poking around the lady proclaimed that all seems to be well with Baby Hunt. I still can't let myself go though bearing in mind the past (not only my own but others as well). So still trying to keep the feet firmly planted.
Turns out as well that pink will be a good colour for the nursery.
Turns out as well that pink will be a good colour for the nursery.
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Mañana será otro día grande
Another big day tomorrow.. 20 week scan. Got to say I am always a little nerveous at these things. So I will have everything crossed
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
A close Shave.
Picture the scene if you will. Before my Dad retired he used work as very expensive postman, in that he used to fly aeroplanes for DHL.
So one day I am up at my mothers and I decide to go to the shop, As normal I have the local radio station on and the news burst first. The headline caught my attention straight away.
"A cargo plane has been shot down over Bagdad". Nowone of the contracts my Dad was working on was to fly cargo in to Bagdad, so my arse starting singing straight away. He was not at home to he was either in Brussels (home) Bahrain (Stop over) or God forbid the now stricken plane. I pulled straight over and dallied his number. It rang and rang and rang.... 'Shite' I thought. My main concerns were one for my Dad but second my Mum. I didn't want her to hear the news and panic. Having suffered one major heart attack the last thing I needed was her going off half cocked with out all the information. I ring his number again..... Nothing... One more try. Ring, ring , rin.. "Hello?" said a very groggy voice. "you OK?" I said. "Yeah" he responded. I explained what I had heard.
So I managed to get home and explain to Mum and my sis that if they heard anything it was ok it was not him.
Anyway here is what happened. Point of fact 2 days earlier or 7 days later it would have been him...FACT
So one day I am up at my mothers and I decide to go to the shop, As normal I have the local radio station on and the news burst first. The headline caught my attention straight away.
"A cargo plane has been shot down over Bagdad". Nowone of the contracts my Dad was working on was to fly cargo in to Bagdad, so my arse starting singing straight away. He was not at home to he was either in Brussels (home) Bahrain (Stop over) or God forbid the now stricken plane. I pulled straight over and dallied his number. It rang and rang and rang.... 'Shite' I thought. My main concerns were one for my Dad but second my Mum. I didn't want her to hear the news and panic. Having suffered one major heart attack the last thing I needed was her going off half cocked with out all the information. I ring his number again..... Nothing... One more try. Ring, ring , rin.. "Hello?" said a very groggy voice. "you OK?" I said. "Yeah" he responded. I explained what I had heard.
So I managed to get home and explain to Mum and my sis that if they heard anything it was ok it was not him.
Anyway here is what happened. Point of fact 2 days earlier or 7 days later it would have been him...FACT
Friday, 9 October 2009
Corners like it is on rails.
Further to my post about things still to come here. Item number 3 came into full effect on a trip to Bedford last weekend.
Seems the funny rattling noise was actually either the Catalytic converter giving in or the fact that my front left wheel was not actually attached to the rest of the car* or in fact both. In any case I had both repaired and it looks like October is going to be a tight month.
* Ok that is dramatic but the CV joint was totally buggered
Seems the funny rattling noise was actually either the Catalytic converter giving in or the fact that my front left wheel was not actually attached to the rest of the car* or in fact both. In any case I had both repaired and it looks like October is going to be a tight month.
* Ok that is dramatic but the CV joint was totally buggered
Monday, 28 September 2009
Take cover
Keep your freinds close, your enemies closer and your mates with paintballs firmly in front of you.
Saturday was a day spent running around Lasham forrest(?) trying to avoid being shot. Actually it was a very good day spent with some cracking people. Got shot a lot but had a good time. Moment of the day for me. Hiding behind some cover I spotted my next cover point. Asking for covering fire I launched myself at full speed while firing to keep opposition heads done. Tripped, tumbled and then rolled perfectly into the covering position and kept firing. People thought it was great. Didn't have the heart to tell them I actually trip and to stop myself hurting myself added the roll.
As I said to one young lad when asked if it was deliberate. "At nearly 37 throwing yourself on the floor is never deliberate".
Feeling it a bit today but very good.
Oh and never tell your mate at the end of the day that you are out of paintballs, and then walk of in front of him...........
Saturday was a day spent running around Lasham forrest(?) trying to avoid being shot. Actually it was a very good day spent with some cracking people. Got shot a lot but had a good time. Moment of the day for me. Hiding behind some cover I spotted my next cover point. Asking for covering fire I launched myself at full speed while firing to keep opposition heads done. Tripped, tumbled and then rolled perfectly into the covering position and kept firing. People thought it was great. Didn't have the heart to tell them I actually trip and to stop myself hurting myself added the roll.
As I said to one young lad when asked if it was deliberate. "At nearly 37 throwing yourself on the floor is never deliberate".
Feeling it a bit today but very good.
Oh and never tell your mate at the end of the day that you are out of paintballs, and then walk of in front of him...........
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Bunch of wankers
Two pregnant women get on a crowded bus and not one f**king asswhip would offer either of them a seat. What is this country coming too.
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Crinkle
Holy hell ina handbag I was in bad mood yesterday. Caused mainly by our shiny new Intranet which doesn't actually do anything different than the old (Now called Global Intranet). Although it is built on Microshites SparePoint to make it easier to use. The whole thing has been built by a 3rd party company just to add a degree of complexity. So here it is in simple terms.
Situation.
Change a link to an application on another server on both Intranet and Global Intranet( Which was old Intranet but can't get rid off because..........WELL ITS GLOBAL)
Time taken to change on Global Intranet = 5 mins.
Time taken to change on Intranet = 4 hours 34 mins and 23 seconds including
a)Trying to find the fking list for the applications
b)Pulling what hair I have left out.
c)Three emails - including one to the vendor.
Turns out it was simple but as the dude on catchphrase used to say... it is only easy if you know the answer..
Situation.
Change a link to an application on another server on both Intranet and Global Intranet( Which was old Intranet but can't get rid off because..........WELL ITS GLOBAL)
Time taken to change on Global Intranet = 5 mins.
Time taken to change on Intranet = 4 hours 34 mins and 23 seconds including
a)Trying to find the fking list for the applications
b)Pulling what hair I have left out.
c)Three emails - including one to the vendor.
Turns out it was simple but as the dude on catchphrase used to say... it is only easy if you know the answer..
Monday, 21 September 2009
One of those months
I am sure we have all had those months when everything breaks and you seem to hermrage money.
Well September certainly seems to the case in the Hunt household. The list so far;
1. 3 Birthdays
2. 4 new tyres (bearing in mind Daddy's green car as big wheels)
3. 40th
4. Couple of trips
5. Laptop blowing up.
6. Kettle pissed water all over the Kitchen top. (Guessing a leak)
Still to come.
1. Paint balling
2. Trip to London for a concert see point 1 above
3. Car making a bit of a rattle.
4. Baby stuff (but not this month)
On the plus side.
a. Sister in-law paid back a bit of the money we lent her (not that we asked for it, which was nice) - Nice new laptop.
b. The 3 lottery tickets I have not checked just might hold my salvation
In other news.....
1. Stopped taking multivitamins as they seemed to a) Make me even more tired b)Unable to control my emotions. (ended up curled in the corner of lounge because I spilt some juice over the table).
2. Cell Tomorrow night.
3. Andrea Bocelli Thursday night ( See 1 at the top)
4. Paint balling to really get rid of some aggression.
Well September certainly seems to the case in the Hunt household. The list so far;
1. 3 Birthdays
2. 4 new tyres (bearing in mind Daddy's green car as big wheels)
3. 40th
4. Couple of trips
5. Laptop blowing up.
6. Kettle pissed water all over the Kitchen top. (Guessing a leak)
Still to come.
1. Paint balling
2. Trip to London for a concert see point 1 above
3. Car making a bit of a rattle.
4. Baby stuff (but not this month)
On the plus side.
a. Sister in-law paid back a bit of the money we lent her (not that we asked for it, which was nice) - Nice new laptop.
b. The 3 lottery tickets I have not checked just might hold my salvation
In other news.....
1. Stopped taking multivitamins as they seemed to a) Make me even more tired b)Unable to control my emotions. (ended up curled in the corner of lounge because I spilt some juice over the table).
2. Cell Tomorrow night.
3. Andrea Bocelli Thursday night ( See 1 at the top)
4. Paint balling to really get rid of some aggression.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
Tiny steps
Yesterday was a good day. Finally had it confirmed that Babito has a low risk of downs Syndrome. Which is good news.
Whilst this is nice to know, I am still keeping my rather large feet on the ground.
Whilst this is nice to know, I am still keeping my rather large feet on the ground.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Sympathy symptoms
Yep apparently Babito is playing havoc with my systems. These include but not limited to weird arsed dreams and being constantly knackered. In fact last night I went to bed at 10pm and crashed. I mean totally gone.
I was then woken up this loud shrill. I slapped the alarm clock thing 'f**k me not already'. Hitting it made no difference at all. So I smacked it again. At this point Mrs H said it was the phone. "What phone" I replied still half asleep. Finally I realized we did indeed have a phone in the bedroom. It was 11:15pm.
I was then woken up this loud shrill. I slapped the alarm clock thing 'f**k me not already'. Hitting it made no difference at all. So I smacked it again. At this point Mrs H said it was the phone. "What phone" I replied still half asleep. Finally I realized we did indeed have a phone in the bedroom. It was 11:15pm.
Monday, 14 September 2009
Love is.................
Sitting through Mamma Mia with your loved one.
To be fair the amount of crap I make her sit through it only seems fair. It really is dire piece of crap. High school the musical I get, no I really do. Young kids jumping around singing etc etc.. I get it. However class actors like Meryl Streep et al doing the same thing just aint right.
To be fair the amount of crap I make her sit through it only seems fair. It really is dire piece of crap. High school the musical I get, no I really do. Young kids jumping around singing etc etc.. I get it. However class actors like Meryl Streep et al doing the same thing just aint right.
Friday, 4 September 2009
C day
After Fifteen days I finally get to see Charlotte again. If I am not mistaken this is the longest time I have been with out her. Looking forward telling her about a possible new sibling. To fair she actually knew before we did. At a BBQ a few months ago out of the blue she kissed Mrs h on the Tummy and said "There you go". Which was weird because we hadn't found out yet. What was weirder was for the first pregnancy she went up to her room and cleaned out a toy cot she has, that she never plays with, before we knew.... I shit thee not...
In other news following from the company "How to walk up the stairs" posters, we now have "How to wash your hands" Posters. This will be followed by "How to go wee wee" and "How to Breath"
In other news following from the company "How to walk up the stairs" posters, we now have "How to wash your hands" Posters. This will be followed by "How to go wee wee" and "How to Breath"
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Cats in the cradle
Very emotional day yesterday. I spent the better part of the lunchtime period in tears looking at a screen of a 12 week old foetus. AKA Babito or Baby Hunt.
Part one of the Nuchal test is low risk and we now wait for part 2 which are the bloods.
Finding myself in a very weird place where I want to shout it from the roof but in the past have found that these moments of pure Joy are swiftly followed by a sharp kick in the nuts. So trying to keep focussed.
Part one of the Nuchal test is low risk and we now wait for part 2 which are the bloods.
Finding myself in a very weird place where I want to shout it from the roof but in the past have found that these moments of pure Joy are swiftly followed by a sharp kick in the nuts. So trying to keep focussed.
Friday, 28 August 2009
ATTEN .......... TION
Had this strange feeling all week that 28th August rang a bell somewhere in the back of my mind? It struck me the other day over lunch. 28th August 1991 I became one AC Matador. As I entered her Majesty’s Royal Air force and basic training facilities at RAF Swinderby. I guess it is fair to say that it is at that point that I stood up on my very own two feet for the first time.
It was the first time I had left home for any period of time. I waved goodbye to the family on very overcast day not really knowing what the hell to expect or what I was really doing. All I knew is from that day on things would be different.
I really enjoyed my time in the RAF. It had its moment. I do sometimes miss it but like most people I think that it is period of time I can look back with fondness but to be honest going back over it I know there were crap times.
Today I am still in touch with a number of friends from those days and I really enjoy going back for the odd function. It does however seem like a life time ago. Nine years doesn’t seem long. It was event filled and the otherwise boring tedium of day to day operations was interjected with pulsating adrenalin fuelled excitement. Playing cards on Red Days ( = weather is shite) or 5 emergencies in 30 minutes I enjoyed at Honington, The tragedy of lost colleagues (see Mull of Kintyre) or the thrill of being involved in something that hits the news.
I left for various reasons. I really wasn’t cut out to be a full blow Air Traffic controller (the next step). I really wanted a settled life. I was really pissed off with how we were treated when C was born. So I decided not to sign on and join the real world………………..28th August 2000
It was the first time I had left home for any period of time. I waved goodbye to the family on very overcast day not really knowing what the hell to expect or what I was really doing. All I knew is from that day on things would be different.
I really enjoyed my time in the RAF. It had its moment. I do sometimes miss it but like most people I think that it is period of time I can look back with fondness but to be honest going back over it I know there were crap times.
Today I am still in touch with a number of friends from those days and I really enjoy going back for the odd function. It does however seem like a life time ago. Nine years doesn’t seem long. It was event filled and the otherwise boring tedium of day to day operations was interjected with pulsating adrenalin fuelled excitement. Playing cards on Red Days ( = weather is shite) or 5 emergencies in 30 minutes I enjoyed at Honington, The tragedy of lost colleagues (see Mull of Kintyre) or the thrill of being involved in something that hits the news.
I left for various reasons. I really wasn’t cut out to be a full blow Air Traffic controller (the next step). I really wanted a settled life. I was really pissed off with how we were treated when C was born. So I decided not to sign on and join the real world………………..28th August 2000
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Day 7
...and totally missing Little Miss C but i am sure she is having a great time.
Felt a bit of a spoon last night (and not in the dear old Yuri way). After band practice and tidying up I head up stairs for the sacred call of the duvet. Reaching the top of the stairs I noticed the bedroom light was off. Mrs H usually confines herself to the bedroom while we try and make something sound like music. So I figured she had decided to have an early night.
Being the good chap that I am I decided to sneak into the bedroom, in the dark. Carefully opening the Bathroom door I eased into in and quietly brushed my teeth. Finishing I edged the door open again and quietly entered the bedroom. Closed the door and removed my clothes and slid into bed................ Only to find out she had gone to her sisters. So I got dressed and went and watched Roadhouse.
Felt a bit of a spoon last night (and not in the dear old Yuri way). After band practice and tidying up I head up stairs for the sacred call of the duvet. Reaching the top of the stairs I noticed the bedroom light was off. Mrs H usually confines herself to the bedroom while we try and make something sound like music. So I figured she had decided to have an early night.
Being the good chap that I am I decided to sneak into the bedroom, in the dark. Carefully opening the Bathroom door I eased into in and quietly brushed my teeth. Finishing I edged the door open again and quietly entered the bedroom. Closed the door and removed my clothes and slid into bed................ Only to find out she had gone to her sisters. So I got dressed and went and watched Roadhouse.
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Leaving on a jet Plane
Feeling a bit sombre today. Dropped The Big C of at the minders today and now wont see here for 15 days. Which seems like a long time. anyway she is looking forward to going on a plane and the beach.
In other news finished another book. For those keeping score I am not a big reader. In fact I have read more books in the last 8 months than in my entire adult life namely 3.
The last one was Tornado down, which my Uncle (R.I.P) bought me and decided to give it a stab and it was really good. Those poor bastards. See I was stationed at a Tornado base shortly after the gulf war and there was a certain amount of jealousy appointed to the John's. Having said that it was good read and I have now ordered another two
In other news finished another book. For those keeping score I am not a big reader. In fact I have read more books in the last 8 months than in my entire adult life namely 3.
The last one was Tornado down, which my Uncle (R.I.P) bought me and decided to give it a stab and it was really good. Those poor bastards. See I was stationed at a Tornado base shortly after the gulf war and there was a certain amount of jealousy appointed to the John's. Having said that it was good read and I have now ordered another two
Monday, 17 August 2009
Summer was here.
What a cracking little weekend. Friday Afternoon went and picked C up and then headed back home for the 6 month check of the “Doors haven’t fallen of the house”. The actual owner of the estate came and was a very nice chap. By owner I mean he owns the other houses that hadn’t sold yet. I found out a couple of things.
1) The chap in the big house has already had two letters about the condition of the house he is renting. This has been a personal gripe of mine in that it looks a bloody mess and that he has only cut the grass twice since he has been there…….. and pays his rent late.
2) He was totally gutted to sell the house we bought for the price we paid…. This is nice for us, but he need to keep the bank happy.
Saturday we went shopping and then hit the cinema to see Aliens in the attic which was really good. Wasn’t sure C was going to enjoy it as it was mostly live action but she laughed all the way through.
We also implemented operation walk on your own. This is basically trying to get her to walk with out holding hands or arms with one of us. Seems harsh I know but she is twelve and I think needs to be able to do it. I will miss it but I have to think of the greater good. Anyway she took to it like a duck to water.
Sunday was a cracking day. I got Bruno’s tent out and put it up for C. Was actually quite easy to do. Then at 3.30 decide to have BBQ and also bought a slip and slide. Couldn’t get the BBQ going at first but after a while she sprung into life and I then burnt the Borewors………WHICH IS A SIN.
1) The chap in the big house has already had two letters about the condition of the house he is renting. This has been a personal gripe of mine in that it looks a bloody mess and that he has only cut the grass twice since he has been there…….. and pays his rent late.
2) He was totally gutted to sell the house we bought for the price we paid…. This is nice for us, but he need to keep the bank happy.
Saturday we went shopping and then hit the cinema to see Aliens in the attic which was really good. Wasn’t sure C was going to enjoy it as it was mostly live action but she laughed all the way through.
We also implemented operation walk on your own. This is basically trying to get her to walk with out holding hands or arms with one of us. Seems harsh I know but she is twelve and I think needs to be able to do it. I will miss it but I have to think of the greater good. Anyway she took to it like a duck to water.
Sunday was a cracking day. I got Bruno’s tent out and put it up for C. Was actually quite easy to do. Then at 3.30 decide to have BBQ and also bought a slip and slide. Couldn’t get the BBQ going at first but after a while she sprung into life and I then burnt the Borewors………WHICH IS A SIN.
Monday, 27 July 2009
Only the lonely
I have weird feeling in the pit of my stomach this morning. For this first time in some years I have left C with my Mum and Dad. For a whole week. It is weird because she wasn't phased by it at all. In fact after saying good bye she almost said "YES GOOD BYE" as I asked for the thousandth hug and kiss..
Kids hey........
She also slept until 07.30 Grrrrrrr.........
Kids hey........
She also slept until 07.30 Grrrrrrr.........
Friday, 24 July 2009
You win again
Judging by the lack of a big green box by my desk, I am guess I didn't win the XBOX 360 for attending the "Listen to Microsoft chappy talk at work" Thingy..
NUTZ
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NUTZ
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Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Keep your hands inside the carriage
Think it was Roland Ketting that sang "Life is a roller coaster". Well he couldn't have been more right. The last few month's have been one hell of an emotional ride and I am kind of getting dizzy.
As I mentioned before May pretty much started the ride. There was huge climb in emotion as Mrs H and I found out she was expecting. Which was great. Then we hit the drop. Car was F**ked so that was couple hundred quid we really needed. Sis in law broke up with her BF and then the shock and pain of a miscarriage. All this pretty much happened within a week or two. Then there was expected group meeting where is was obvious what was coming. The only up moment was Disney but it only offered a small rest from the emotional coaster we were on. Compounded by Mrs H & I falling out with her Sis and Family. Sometimes people trying to helpful can be so insensitive. Loss of BF does not equal Miscarriage in my book.
June didn't offer much relief with expected announcement that we were an affected group and that the department were planning to get rid of 15-20 people in July. A glimmer of light was the Sis in-law patched up with Mrs H and BF.
So in July we have had more ups so far. C's report was very good. I still have a job (survived round one for the moment) and couple of other things have made me laugh and smile. Having said that I can see another drop. SIL broke up with BF again (Good and proper), We are still on affected status (which means they could announce more redundancies).
So in conclusion the next few weeks should be fun and I just hope at some point the ride stops for a breather so before we need to go again.
As I mentioned before May pretty much started the ride. There was huge climb in emotion as Mrs H and I found out she was expecting. Which was great. Then we hit the drop. Car was F**ked so that was couple hundred quid we really needed. Sis in law broke up with her BF and then the shock and pain of a miscarriage. All this pretty much happened within a week or two. Then there was expected group meeting where is was obvious what was coming. The only up moment was Disney but it only offered a small rest from the emotional coaster we were on. Compounded by Mrs H & I falling out with her Sis and Family. Sometimes people trying to helpful can be so insensitive. Loss of BF does not equal Miscarriage in my book.
June didn't offer much relief with expected announcement that we were an affected group and that the department were planning to get rid of 15-20 people in July. A glimmer of light was the Sis in-law patched up with Mrs H and BF.
So in July we have had more ups so far. C's report was very good. I still have a job (survived round one for the moment) and couple of other things have made me laugh and smile. Having said that I can see another drop. SIL broke up with BF again (Good and proper), We are still on affected status (which means they could announce more redundancies).
So in conclusion the next few weeks should be fun and I just hope at some point the ride stops for a breather so before we need to go again.
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
Master card moment
Firstly May pretty much sucked..
Secondily the only thing that didn't suck in May was the trip to EuroDisney trip.
Mastercard moment 1
Tickets to Euro Disney - £1000
Souvenirs - £200
Having your picture with Mickey with your Fly down - Priceless
Mastercard moment 2
Tickets to Euro Disney - £1000
Random bits and bobs in the park - £200
watching each and every character make a fuss of C - Priceless
Secondily the only thing that didn't suck in May was the trip to EuroDisney trip.
Mastercard moment 1
Tickets to Euro Disney - £1000
Souvenirs - £200
Having your picture with Mickey with your Fly down - Priceless
Mastercard moment 2
Tickets to Euro Disney - £1000
Random bits and bobs in the park - £200
watching each and every character make a fuss of C - Priceless
Friday, 1 May 2009
Feeling better
Yep Bitch fit is out the way and that is all on that.
Sometimes it beggars believe the things we get asked to do at work. There I was sat talking to Mr R when Skinner wonders over. HE is one of the many Chiefs we have here that have somehow been shoe horned into another level management.
Skinner - "Thanks for putting the swine flue article up on the Intranet"
Me - "No Probs big Dawg" (Or words to that affect)
Skinner - "With the current situation we will need to daily updates so you will need to go and Speak to Mr Director to sort this out"
Me - "Que??"
Skinner - "you will need to go and Speak to Mr Director about this"
Me - "Riiiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhhhhtttt"
So what he is saying is that me a lowly pleb needs to go and ask the director whether he is doing his job properly. When in all honest if he wants something doing he will just whistle and everyone will come running. So I am not going to go and ask him if he is ready. The guy knows exactly who he needs to talk if he wants to get something done.
I want even mention the skipping of the ITIL principles* that we are forced make all users use.
That is all,
*Raising a request through out nice new services online system, and the fact that everything should have a request before we look at it.
Sometimes it beggars believe the things we get asked to do at work. There I was sat talking to Mr R when Skinner wonders over. HE is one of the many Chiefs we have here that have somehow been shoe horned into another level management.
Skinner - "Thanks for putting the swine flue article up on the Intranet"
Me - "No Probs big Dawg" (Or words to that affect)
Skinner - "With the current situation we will need to daily updates so you will need to go and Speak to Mr Director to sort this out"
Me - "Que??"
Skinner - "you will need to go and Speak to Mr Director about this"
Me - "Riiiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhhhhtttt"
So what he is saying is that me a lowly pleb needs to go and ask the director whether he is doing his job properly. When in all honest if he wants something doing he will just whistle and everyone will come running. So I am not going to go and ask him if he is ready. The guy knows exactly who he needs to talk if he wants to get something done.
I want even mention the skipping of the ITIL principles* that we are forced make all users use.
That is all,
*Raising a request through out nice new services online system, and the fact that everything should have a request before we look at it.
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Depressed and Angry G
Today finds me depressed and pissed of in a major way. Don't want to go to much into but I have had a sense of humour failure especially when it comes to the disabled. I know I am probably over sensitive but I have the right to be.
I deal with it everyday and I will deal with worse, but sometimes I don't feel like I want to or sometimes the tolerance metre hits full and I need a) to rant and b)to reboot.
Which means I really don't feel like doing anything. To be honest I feel like going to C's school picking her up and going home where the whole family can eat cake and make each other laugh. Which I can't so instead have donut and will count down to 4pm.
Apologies to all normal service back tomorrow
I deal with it everyday and I will deal with worse, but sometimes I don't feel like I want to or sometimes the tolerance metre hits full and I need a) to rant and b)to reboot.
Which means I really don't feel like doing anything. To be honest I feel like going to C's school picking her up and going home where the whole family can eat cake and make each other laugh. Which I can't so instead have donut and will count down to 4pm.
Apologies to all normal service back tomorrow
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
On Councils
So this week and last I have mostly been fighting with Hampshire county council to get a yellow card for Charlotte. This basically allows us some concessions on getting into leisure activities like the pool and stuff. So having phoned and asked for the card I was told it would be forwarded to the right department. I explained that I wasn't after any money as her Mum gets all that.
So while I was at work last week. Mrs H was off and got a call from the council about it. They asked her a few questions and she answered them. So on Saturday I get a letter from them saying that because they can't get hold of me they are closing the request.
So I rang them up and said "WTF???" or words to that effect. "Oh sorry about that" said the lady "I will look into it". About one hour later I get a call.
Them "Ah El Matador, I understand you want to register as disabled"
me " No try again"
Them " eh???"
me "IT was my daughter"
Them "Aaaahh, hang on let me connect you"
Anyway long story even longer they are coming to the house to assess the situation, with out Charlotte being there.
So while I was at work last week. Mrs H was off and got a call from the council about it. They asked her a few questions and she answered them. So on Saturday I get a letter from them saying that because they can't get hold of me they are closing the request.
So I rang them up and said "WTF???" or words to that effect. "Oh sorry about that" said the lady "I will look into it". About one hour later I get a call.
Them "Ah El Matador, I understand you want to register as disabled"
me " No try again"
Them " eh???"
me "IT was my daughter"
Them "Aaaahh, hang on let me connect you"
Anyway long story even longer they are coming to the house to assess the situation, with out Charlotte being there.
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
The Man
Sorry fan it has been a while.... and that is all I can say on that.
Had a very weird weekend. I think I have become like the head of the family. Sounds very weird and a bit 'up his own arse' but hear me out if you will. Ever since I was a young lad I have looked up to my farther. We haven't always seen eye to eye but I have always respected him. Admired in some cases. This never more clear when we have had to build something. Be it a concrete wall, Paths or fixing the fudge up the builder did.
In these cases I was always the lacky, the gofer and when big enough the muscles. My Dad had the plan, knowledge and expierence and I always wondered how he did that. He still does to be honest but now he is older the body has started to give up and he can't move as well.
What the hell you rambling about - Well I went to see them this weekend to help put up his new shed. In my mind I was ging to be the lacky again but it turns out he looked to me for advice. (How funny is that) Let me lay the floor and do most of the work. Sounds like he had it sussed no? Well knowing him it must have been been hard.
Suddenly I feel like I am the head of the family (Yes I know and I will say it again...sounds like I am up my own arse) like I need to step up and look after things. Make sure the folks are looked after etc.
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Had a very weird weekend. I think I have become like the head of the family. Sounds very weird and a bit 'up his own arse' but hear me out if you will. Ever since I was a young lad I have looked up to my farther. We haven't always seen eye to eye but I have always respected him. Admired in some cases. This never more clear when we have had to build something. Be it a concrete wall, Paths or fixing the fudge up the builder did.
In these cases I was always the lacky, the gofer and when big enough the muscles. My Dad had the plan, knowledge and expierence and I always wondered how he did that. He still does to be honest but now he is older the body has started to give up and he can't move as well.
What the hell you rambling about - Well I went to see them this weekend to help put up his new shed. In my mind I was ging to be the lacky again but it turns out he looked to me for advice. (How funny is that) Let me lay the floor and do most of the work. Sounds like he had it sussed no? Well knowing him it must have been been hard.
Suddenly I feel like I am the head of the family (Yes I know and I will say it again...sounds like I am up my own arse) like I need to step up and look after things. Make sure the folks are looked after etc.
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Monday, 23 March 2009
One Year down
I can't believe what a year it has been but in a very good way. Yesterday Mrs H and I celebrated with my sis and the kids. Probably next weekend we will do something more for the 2 of us even if it is vegging out on the sofa.
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Forgive me for it has been a while since my last confession. Mainly coz not a lot to report. Been incredibly busy and knackered at home.
In band news. We had a singer come along on Tuesday who managed to add another dimension to the Mental Lentals*. Far better then me trying to play and sing coz a) I can only just play Guitar b)Can't sing, so playing and singing is definitely out. He even add a new twist to out own penned Tommy.
* The wives/Partners choice for the band name
In band news. We had a singer come along on Tuesday who managed to add another dimension to the Mental Lentals*. Far better then me trying to play and sing coz a) I can only just play Guitar b)Can't sing, so playing and singing is definitely out. He even add a new twist to out own penned Tommy.
* The wives/Partners choice for the band name
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Chickens
A conversation between my niece (7) and Mum (older than 7). Mum was looking after for the day and it was getting late and my niece was getting tired so cuddled up to my Mum.
Niece - "Oh Nanna your hair is like GOLD" she said stroking my Mums hair.
Nanna - "Thank you Darling but I think you mean Grey"
Niece - "No Nanna it is like GOLD"
Nanna - "Oh Thank you"
Niece - "and your skin in so SMOOTH" she added stroking her face.
Nanna - "Thank you. Nanna spends a lot of money on creams keeping it that way"
Niece - "and your arms are like, are like..... chickens"
Nanna - "Ah !!"
Niece - "Oh Nanna your hair is like GOLD" she said stroking my Mums hair.
Nanna - "Thank you Darling but I think you mean Grey"
Niece - "No Nanna it is like GOLD"
Nanna - "Oh Thank you"
Niece - "and your skin in so SMOOTH" she added stroking her face.
Nanna - "Thank you. Nanna spends a lot of money on creams keeping it that way"
Niece - "and your arms are like, are like..... chickens"
Nanna - "Ah !!"
Friday, 27 February 2009
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Tale from the tower - The funny thing about funerals
It was way back in 98/99 when Bob Mackenzie, my immediate boss, passed away. It was sudden (he had been complaining about a pain in shoulder and by the time they had worked out it was actually fluid on his lungs it was too late). His family had decided that they wanted to give him a half military funeral and I along with Sparky and few others I was asked to be pole bearers.
The adventure started on Wednesday night with a trip down to st Mawgan (Newquay way) from Odiham, which was a long arsed way in old LDV minibus. The fun started in the bus with Sparky tapping his foot on the side of the van. To which the driver Doug woke up and wondered what the hell the noise was. Sparky stopped and then a few minutes later started again. This continued for the whole journey.
Well we finally arrived at st Mawgan and were met by the Station Warrant Officer (SWO) who was going to take us through the drill and how to march with the coffin etc. So the next day we followed him around to a shed where he produced a pretend coffin made of very light wood. We shoved this into the back of his little van and set of down to the Church. It was then noticed that the back door of his little van was open and that the coffin was sliding around. Desperate calls to him to stop fell on deaf ears and we could all picture the local headlines. “Burial party run over coffin”.
Luckily we managed to get the Church where we started to practice for the ceremony. It was tricky little place where we had to go down some steps and around the corner while a) Not dropping the coffin and b)Not throwing the flowers all over the floor. We then had to do the reverse to get him out and down to the graveyard. After several tries we finally got it right and deciding to have one last go. So we got in alright and started taking the ‘Coffin’ out again when at the door a bus load of old dears appeared. Now rather shocked they apologised unreservedly. At this point we said no problem and but the coffin down so they could come in, not to mention several of us actually sitting on the thing.
That said all the training was done. That night our big boss (Senior Air Traffic Control Officer) decide we should all go out and friends is where part II to will start.
The adventure started on Wednesday night with a trip down to st Mawgan (Newquay way) from Odiham, which was a long arsed way in old LDV minibus. The fun started in the bus with Sparky tapping his foot on the side of the van. To which the driver Doug woke up and wondered what the hell the noise was. Sparky stopped and then a few minutes later started again. This continued for the whole journey.
Well we finally arrived at st Mawgan and were met by the Station Warrant Officer (SWO) who was going to take us through the drill and how to march with the coffin etc. So the next day we followed him around to a shed where he produced a pretend coffin made of very light wood. We shoved this into the back of his little van and set of down to the Church. It was then noticed that the back door of his little van was open and that the coffin was sliding around. Desperate calls to him to stop fell on deaf ears and we could all picture the local headlines. “Burial party run over coffin”.
Luckily we managed to get the Church where we started to practice for the ceremony. It was tricky little place where we had to go down some steps and around the corner while a) Not dropping the coffin and b)Not throwing the flowers all over the floor. We then had to do the reverse to get him out and down to the graveyard. After several tries we finally got it right and deciding to have one last go. So we got in alright and started taking the ‘Coffin’ out again when at the door a bus load of old dears appeared. Now rather shocked they apologised unreservedly. At this point we said no problem and but the coffin down so they could come in, not to mention several of us actually sitting on the thing.
That said all the training was done. That night our big boss (Senior Air Traffic Control Officer) decide we should all go out and friends is where part II to will start.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Weird Dreams
So last night I was part of a Special force S.W.A.T team playing cricket. When my friend Mitch Gates (from school 20 years ago.....ouch) turned up. And decide to bat in the cricket nets from inside a P3 Orion. Yep so there we were bowling at him. Him inside the nets in the P3.
How weird is that?
Hero's is back and I must say I was very excited about the first episode and it did not let me down.
How weird is that?
Hero's is back and I must say I was very excited about the first episode and it did not let me down.
Thursday, 19 February 2009
Relaxing weekend
Well after the week from hell at work I am looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend.............eeeer wrong for we have about 26 people come round on Saturday for a bit of food. I am little worried because the last time we had some of these people over their kids totally trashed Little Miss Hunt's room. So doors will be locked and the kids placed in protective custody.
Raaaaaaaaah
Evil G is about and he is pissed off and angry.
Angry coz he wasn't very supportive of his lovely wife's bad day yesterday.
Pissed off because work is going to shite at the moment.
Hopefully he will go soon
That is all
Angry coz he wasn't very supportive of his lovely wife's bad day yesterday.
Pissed off because work is going to shite at the moment.
Hopefully he will go soon
That is all
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Copy
She wondered up the Italian gentleman serving the desk.
"Copy please" she uttered.
"Pardon" said the fresh faced youth.
"Copy Please" she repeated.
"Excuse me" he replied looking rather more perplexed.
"COPY COPY" she insisted.
"HUH" said the attendant looking even more confused.
At this point I decided this game had gone on long enough so I said to the chap. I think she wants a COFFEE. London is such multi cultural town but can fall down a little around the touristy bits. True conversation I was party to in MacDonald's, as I waited for two soggy Big Macs and two other meals. The lady in question was Chinese.
It was nice to do the whole touristy bit London as we have guest over from Vland. Shame Chavez won his referendum.
"Copy please" she uttered.
"Pardon" said the fresh faced youth.
"Copy Please" she repeated.
"Excuse me" he replied looking rather more perplexed.
"COPY COPY" she insisted.
"HUH" said the attendant looking even more confused.
At this point I decided this game had gone on long enough so I said to the chap. I think she wants a COFFEE. London is such multi cultural town but can fall down a little around the touristy bits. True conversation I was party to in MacDonald's, as I waited for two soggy Big Macs and two other meals. The lady in question was Chinese.
It was nice to do the whole touristy bit London as we have guest over from Vland. Shame Chavez won his referendum.
Friday, 13 February 2009
The Big weekend
Nope not valentines day or the x round of the FACUP.
This weekend sees me, Mrs H and Hermana going to London to vote against Hugo Chavez referendum to keep him in power for ever (Zimbabwe anyone !!). See he has decided that he so much the man for the job that he wants to change the constitution so that he can be re-elected. Off course I can't vote but I will going and lending my support to those willing to stand up against this tyrant who had totally ruined what is very beautiful Country and for those that are unable to get out while he sends it to the dogs. Like my in laws.
This weekend sees me, Mrs H and Hermana going to London to vote against Hugo Chavez referendum to keep him in power for ever (Zimbabwe anyone !!). See he has decided that he so much the man for the job that he wants to change the constitution so that he can be re-elected. Off course I can't vote but I will going and lending my support to those willing to stand up against this tyrant who had totally ruined what is very beautiful Country and for those that are unable to get out while he sends it to the dogs. Like my in laws.
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Shopping habits
For helping Hermana get her house she very kindly gave me a gift voucher for the church of the Modern day farther (B&Q), a rather large gift voucher too. This is bloody handy as with a new house I have sod all tools apart from a wanky combination thingy and multi screwdriver.
So I decided to spend the voucher on a proper set of tools (ok maybe just the basics) including a toolbox, Hammer, pliers, Spirit level, don't drill holes in your pipes device and various other bits and pieces. Bearing in mind the size of the store this took me about half an hour and I spent £149.00.
Mrs H then decided she wanted a bird feeder and bearing in mind the selection of maybe five this took another one and half hours.
Said bird feeder is now securely fixed to the fence after a I used every single one of my new tools to accomplish the job.
So I decided to spend the voucher on a proper set of tools (ok maybe just the basics) including a toolbox, Hammer, pliers, Spirit level, don't drill holes in your pipes device and various other bits and pieces. Bearing in mind the size of the store this took me about half an hour and I spent £149.00.
Mrs H then decided she wanted a bird feeder and bearing in mind the selection of maybe five this took another one and half hours.
Said bird feeder is now securely fixed to the fence after a I used every single one of my new tools to accomplish the job.
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Tale from the tower - Stealth plane
Let me take you back to 1992. My first posting was to RAF Honington in Suffolk. Home of (then )to a couple of Tornado squadrons (Have to say my dream posting). On this particular day I was the Tower assistant (Glass house bit) along with the control and the supervisor (The man in charge of the tower that day) was also present having a coffee.
It was a quiet day when the landline went for the supervise.
Supervisor "Supervisor, Yes Hi, ummmmm a What, and he wants to come here?? Errrr f*ck yeah he can (or words to that effect). OK I'll be down we can ask him to turn it off and see what happens"
Well me and the Tower control were a bit confused. Then he told us what was going to happen. Basically a F117 had asked to come and do some practise landings at our little airfield. Now these are common at air shows now but back 1992 they were still very secret and rare as hen's teeth.
So I called the station photographer and told him the situation and to hall ass over here as soon a possible. To be honest he didn't really know what we were talking about but I explained that it was huge and a stealth fighter was coming in.
So the supervisor rushed down to the radar room were they had the plane on radar. yeah I know it is stealth fighter but they have this special dohickey that makes them
visible when doing normal flying around. They then asked him to switch it off so they could see what happens and then straight away asked him to turn it back on as it totally disappeared from the screen.. and 5 people shit themselves.
So back upstairs the photographer had arrived and the tower controller and I started winding him by every now turning our heads left to right and asking if he had seen it. "No" he replied. that's Coz it is a stealth plane we explained. "C*cks" he said rather to loudly.
So the black Beast turned up and started do a few circuits when my phone rang.
me "Local control SAC Hunt Speaking"
Voice " AH Hunt this is the station commander"
me to myself "Oh Shit" and sudden rush of brown adrenalin
me " Sir yes Sir (Sir Lord please don't shout at me)"
Now back in those days (near the end of the cold war and IRA and all that) you weren't allowed to say aircraft makes over insecure phone lines. So the conversation was bit weird.
Station Commander "Is that what I think is flying around"
me "If I think what you think it is then.... yes it is"
him " Ah Bloody good show. Do you think you could ask him to fly over my house as I have some people from London here" (His house was slightly to the right of the runway)
Me "Sir yes Sir"
Me to Control " El Chiefo wants to know if he will fly over his house"
Controller "FFS hang on"
Controller to Black Beast "PAPPA TANGO DIET COKE we have request for you to fly over the big house just to south of runaway next time round"
Black Beast " HEll Yeah yeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaaawww" Or words to that effect.
Me to SC "Sir he will do"
So here we were thinking bearing in mind the secret nature of the plane and Billions spent on it that he would gingerly manoeuvre and fly gentle over the house at very safe distance.................... errr no.
Picture topgun and the scene with the flyby and the coffee cup and you are still a few feet out. This dude nearly took the roof of the station commanders house. (which he was very happy with..oddly).
The next thing the phone rings again.
Me "Local control SAC Hunt"
voice "Hello this is the Suffolk police"
me "SHITE it wasn't me"
SP " No No we are not calling about THAT but could you ask that black thing to piss off please as cars have stopped on the A134 and traffic is now backed up to Bury and Thetford."
And with that the black beast was gone.
So that was that adventure of the secret stealth plane which was not so secret
It was a quiet day when the landline went for the supervise.
Supervisor "Supervisor, Yes Hi, ummmmm a What, and he wants to come here?? Errrr f*ck yeah he can (or words to that effect). OK I'll be down we can ask him to turn it off and see what happens"
Well me and the Tower control were a bit confused. Then he told us what was going to happen. Basically a F117 had asked to come and do some practise landings at our little airfield. Now these are common at air shows now but back 1992 they were still very secret and rare as hen's teeth.
So I called the station photographer and told him the situation and to hall ass over here as soon a possible. To be honest he didn't really know what we were talking about but I explained that it was huge and a stealth fighter was coming in.
So the supervisor rushed down to the radar room were they had the plane on radar. yeah I know it is stealth fighter but they have this special dohickey that makes them
visible when doing normal flying around. They then asked him to switch it off so they could see what happens and then straight away asked him to turn it back on as it totally disappeared from the screen.. and 5 people shit themselves.
So back upstairs the photographer had arrived and the tower controller and I started winding him by every now turning our heads left to right and asking if he had seen it. "No" he replied. that's Coz it is a stealth plane we explained. "C*cks" he said rather to loudly.
So the black Beast turned up and started do a few circuits when my phone rang.
me "Local control SAC Hunt Speaking"
Voice " AH Hunt this is the station commander"
me to myself "Oh Shit" and sudden rush of brown adrenalin
me " Sir yes Sir (Sir Lord please don't shout at me)"
Now back in those days (near the end of the cold war and IRA and all that) you weren't allowed to say aircraft makes over insecure phone lines. So the conversation was bit weird.
Station Commander "Is that what I think is flying around"
me "If I think what you think it is then.... yes it is"
him " Ah Bloody good show. Do you think you could ask him to fly over my house as I have some people from London here" (His house was slightly to the right of the runway)
Me "Sir yes Sir"
Me to Control " El Chiefo wants to know if he will fly over his house"
Controller "FFS hang on"
Controller to Black Beast "PAPPA TANGO DIET COKE we have request for you to fly over the big house just to south of runaway next time round"
Black Beast " HEll Yeah yeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaaawww" Or words to that effect.
Me to SC "Sir he will do"
So here we were thinking bearing in mind the secret nature of the plane and Billions spent on it that he would gingerly manoeuvre and fly gentle over the house at very safe distance.................... errr no.
Picture topgun and the scene with the flyby and the coffee cup and you are still a few feet out. This dude nearly took the roof of the station commanders house. (which he was very happy with..oddly).
The next thing the phone rings again.
Me "Local control SAC Hunt"
voice "Hello this is the Suffolk police"
me "SHITE it wasn't me"
SP " No No we are not calling about THAT but could you ask that black thing to piss off please as cars have stopped on the A134 and traffic is now backed up to Bury and Thetford."
And with that the black beast was gone.
So that was that adventure of the secret stealth plane which was not so secret
Success
My campaign to get the Legs, bums and tums class changed to a more manly name has worked. We now have TOTAL ABS.
The LBT class was great but full of old women (including myself) were as now we have full on abs hardcore and by jimmy I hurt.
Another tale for the tower tomorrow and a secret conversation and a stealth fighter.
The LBT class was great but full of old women (including myself) were as now we have full on abs hardcore and by jimmy I hurt.
Another tale for the tower tomorrow and a secret conversation and a stealth fighter.
Monday, 9 February 2009
Back in the land of the living
Had to venture to the big smoke last week for a course or part there off as I missed Monday with the snow.
So here are my thoughts.
Public buses - especially stagecoach in Hampshire are shit. Total time spent waiting for buses 5 hours
Trains to London are not bad although First Great Western 1st class is better than South western trains 1st class
Underground is ace - total time spent waiting for underground 5 mins which included Jubilee line being closed Friday morning.
Having a course in hotel where the room next door is being used for a chanting/relaxation course is a BAD FUCKING IDEA.
Trust your daughter she knows if she has Lilo and Stitch 2 at your house.
Revenge of the Sith gets worse every time I watch it.
So here are my thoughts.
Public buses - especially stagecoach in Hampshire are shit. Total time spent waiting for buses 5 hours
Trains to London are not bad although First Great Western 1st class is better than South western trains 1st class
Underground is ace - total time spent waiting for underground 5 mins which included Jubilee line being closed Friday morning.
Having a course in hotel where the room next door is being used for a chanting/relaxation course is a BAD FUCKING IDEA.
Trust your daughter she knows if she has Lilo and Stitch 2 at your house.
Revenge of the Sith gets worse every time I watch it.
Friday, 30 January 2009
Cheap night out
Yes I really am, but I don't intend it to be. After applying the equation
What to eat for dinner = (contents of Fridge - end of month contents)/effort to cook, we decided to go out last night. Think that it wouldn't be a cheap night out we managed to get dinner and show for £25 TOTAL. How the hell did we do that?? We pure luck as it happens.
See I suggested dinner to Mrs H, who leapt at the chance. La tasca she suggested as she had printed some sort of promo (Me thinking 10% off).
Me - "Cool, see you there at 6pm"
Her - "OK but if I am a little late please wait".. Bless her like I was going to go home if she was late. I am not that bad am I??
Anyway it was last Thursday of the month which means they had flamenco dancing. Then Mrs H produced the promo for 50% all food...SWEEEEEEET. So that is how Dinner and a show costs £25.
She was also telling me about her friend Freddie who she works with who had an incredible day it would seem. Robbie buys a bike
What to eat for dinner = (contents of Fridge - end of month contents)/effort to cook, we decided to go out last night. Think that it wouldn't be a cheap night out we managed to get dinner and show for £25 TOTAL. How the hell did we do that?? We pure luck as it happens.
See I suggested dinner to Mrs H, who leapt at the chance. La tasca she suggested as she had printed some sort of promo (Me thinking 10% off).
Me - "Cool, see you there at 6pm"
Her - "OK but if I am a little late please wait".. Bless her like I was going to go home if she was late. I am not that bad am I??
Anyway it was last Thursday of the month which means they had flamenco dancing. Then Mrs H produced the promo for 50% all food...SWEEEEEEET. So that is how Dinner and a show costs £25.
She was also telling me about her friend Freddie who she works with who had an incredible day it would seem. Robbie buys a bike
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Stupid Brain
Damn you brain damn you. Seems mine has started to stop (WTF???) doing things in a linear fashion. Which means rather than do things in a order or even a logical order and full I do random now. It is actually pissing me off. So rather that do
A B C D E F G
I now do
A C F E A(bugger already done that, what was I doing.. oh Yeah.) Bit of B D A(Bugger back here again...... Shite forget G.
Having to really thing now and start writing things down (which of course sometimes I forget and totally misspell). Be really funny if it wasn't true. Any tips on how to focus the mind?
A B C D E F G
I now do
A C F E A(bugger already done that, what was I doing.. oh Yeah.) Bit of B D A(Bugger back here again......
Having to really thing now and start writing things down (which of course sometimes I forget and totally misspell). Be really funny if it wasn't true. Any tips on how to focus the mind?
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Tale from the tower - The Hampshire *unt
Not so many years ago I was stationed not to far from Basingstoke at a lovely little station called Odiham. So one day I was parking breakfast or it could have been lunch when I heard a "toot de toot". Strange I thought since I hadn't had Indian food or one of Scaryducks experimental foods stuff. Then I heard it again. "That sounds like bugle" I thought.
So I finished my personal admin and headed up to visual control room (Glass bit at the top of a control tower) and saw a number of people looking very confused (Nothing new in air traffic but...). you see what they were looking at a dozen men on horses, guns and dogs running around the airfield. "WFT" said I and dispatched our driver to go and find out what was going on. (At this point as well the guard force had been mobilised and we had grounded all the Chinooks).
Driver to Head Hunter - "WTF" (or words to that affect)
HH - "We are the Hampshire and we are chasing a fox - haaazaaarhh"
Driver - "But but but this is an airfield"
HH - " Yeah but we are the Hampshire hunt"
Driver - but but this is a military airfield with a big fence round it"
HH - "Well we just hopped the little bit you missed in the far corner"
Driver - "Did the big f**k off helicopters not give it away"
HH - "Yes but we are chasing a fox"
And I am not exaggerating the HH bit he really was that pompus.
Driver - " But you can't be here"
HH - " We are the Hampshire and we can go anywhere" he said waving his shotgun.
At this point the guard force stopped leaning against their landrover and took a more tactical position - IE Started aiming their guns at the man waving the shotgun.
HH - "We are the Hampshire hunt. We have horse and Guns and everything"
Driver - " AH yes but your shotgun will fire twice and only wound me, their semi automatic assault rifles will fire 30 rounds in a few seconds and probably wont miss" he said pointing out the now aimed and ready weapons pointing at him. "now piss off (Or words to that affect)"
So very niffed they decided to leave but the dogs didn't have the same idea. So our poor driver spent the next hour chasing hounds round the airfield. Getting pissed and shat on at every opportunity. Finally he had them all and as a reward we let him go and get showered and changed.
Funny thing is the callsign for the Driver is 'Rover 1' .. muhahahahahahahaha ah!
So I finished my personal admin and headed up to visual control room (Glass bit at the top of a control tower) and saw a number of people looking very confused (Nothing new in air traffic but...). you see what they were looking at a dozen men on horses, guns and dogs running around the airfield. "WFT" said I and dispatched our driver to go and find out what was going on. (At this point as well the guard force had been mobilised and we had grounded all the Chinooks).
Driver to Head Hunter - "WTF" (or words to that affect)
HH - "We are the Hampshire and we are chasing a fox - haaazaaarhh"
Driver - "But but but this is an airfield"
HH - " Yeah but we are the Hampshire hunt"
Driver - but but this is a military airfield with a big fence round it"
HH - "Well we just hopped the little bit you missed in the far corner"
Driver - "Did the big f**k off helicopters not give it away"
HH - "Yes but we are chasing a fox"
And I am not exaggerating the HH bit he really was that pompus.
Driver - " But you can't be here"
HH - " We are the Hampshire and we can go anywhere" he said waving his shotgun.
At this point the guard force stopped leaning against their landrover and took a more tactical position - IE Started aiming their guns at the man waving the shotgun.
HH - "We are the Hampshire hunt. We have horse and Guns and everything"
Driver - " AH yes but your shotgun will fire twice and only wound me, their semi automatic assault rifles will fire 30 rounds in a few seconds and probably wont miss" he said pointing out the now aimed and ready weapons pointing at him. "now piss off (Or words to that affect)"
So very niffed they decided to leave but the dogs didn't have the same idea. So our poor driver spent the next hour chasing hounds round the airfield. Getting pissed and shat on at every opportunity. Finally he had them all and as a reward we let him go and get showered and changed.
Funny thing is the callsign for the Driver is 'Rover 1' .. muhahahahahahahaha ah!
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Work Aunty
Confused of Reading says:
Dear Aunty Workright
Why why why is that some people at work believe that because you sit near someone, you actually know what they are doing? Today my friend the DM is off with his headaches again, looks like they are back. So one of our highly skilled Business Implementation Managers (WTF??) wonders over to talk to DM. It was pointed out that DM would be off today and that he might be in tomorrow. He then proceeds to say those immortal words "maybe you can help then..." and " DM was looking at blah blah for me and I wanted to know if the crossbean watchyoumcallit has been calibrated to yen"..... It was then pointed out that DM was really the man to speak to. "Ok" he says, turns, and then asks poor Dornon the same question.
So is there are random, I can get the answer so I will ask the question to the nearest person switch you get assigned in middle management? OR DO YOU JUST NOT GET THAT MAY BE DM IS THE BEST PERSON TO SPEAK TO WHICH IS WHY YOU ASKED FOR HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE?
Aunty Workright says:
No it is because he has a 70's perm and needs to feel important and he has a 70's perm. Did I mention it might be because he has a perm.
Dear Aunty Workright
Why why why is that some people at work believe that because you sit near someone, you actually know what they are doing? Today my friend the DM is off with his headaches again, looks like they are back. So one of our highly skilled Business Implementation Managers (WTF??) wonders over to talk to DM. It was pointed out that DM would be off today and that he might be in tomorrow. He then proceeds to say those immortal words "maybe you can help then..." and " DM was looking at blah blah for me and I wanted to know if the crossbean watchyoumcallit has been calibrated to yen"..... It was then pointed out that DM was really the man to speak to. "Ok" he says, turns, and then asks poor Dornon the same question.
So is there are random, I can get the answer so I will ask the question to the nearest person switch you get assigned in middle management? OR DO YOU JUST NOT GET THAT MAY BE DM IS THE BEST PERSON TO SPEAK TO WHICH IS WHY YOU ASKED FOR HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE?
Aunty Workright says:
No it is because he has a 70's perm and needs to feel important and he has a 70's perm. Did I mention it might be because he has a perm.
Monday, 26 January 2009
Got to love the Wii
I love our wii for a couple of reasons. Now I know as a games consul it is pretty much a joke. especially against the 360 and the PS3 put it does have a couple of really good points.
Uno - My daughter can actually use it. (See my other blog) Not only can she use it easily apart from getting into the games (we are having issues with the 'A' button - for select and 'B' to go back) but she kicks ass on it too. Bowling and boxing being her favourites where we don't have to pretend to lose. She really does give it large on both and can beat me fair and square. She has now also started playing tennis on it and her hand eye co-ordination is improving. She has also worked out the special fast serve that for the life of me I can't.
Dos - Watching Mrs H play the thing in her nighty and knee length calf woollie slippers is something that sends me giddy. Surely playing a wii should not be that sexy. Oh hail the wii and it's makers.
That is all
Uno - My daughter can actually use it. (See my other blog) Not only can she use it easily apart from getting into the games (we are having issues with the 'A' button - for select and 'B' to go back) but she kicks ass on it too. Bowling and boxing being her favourites where we don't have to pretend to lose. She really does give it large on both and can beat me fair and square. She has now also started playing tennis on it and her hand eye co-ordination is improving. She has also worked out the special fast serve that for the life of me I can't.
Dos - Watching Mrs H play the thing in her nighty and knee length calf woollie slippers is something that sends me giddy. Surely playing a wii should not be that sexy. Oh hail the wii and it's makers.
That is all
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Thursdays
are kind of shite. I mean you have broken the back of the week and on the run into the weekend but still Thursday is in the way. Dislike them even more now the Mrs works coz we have lost naked Thursdays.
Band eeerrr Practise (??) was really good the other night. Bassmans Mrs came over too and started to teach Mrs Matador how to play the violin. She has played before in her youth but wants to start again. So Tuesday nights are music night in our house.
Band eeerrr Practise (??) was really good the other night. Bassmans Mrs came over too and started to teach Mrs Matador how to play the violin. She has played before in her youth but wants to start again. So Tuesday nights are music night in our house.
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
Tale from the tower
Yes, it is time for another tale from the tower. First one of the newer blog.
This story is from 1991/92 and involves a certain recruit called "Don't Panic". 'Don't panic' was a rather large six ft body builder type. Clearly spent much of his time down the gym and did rather too much prancing for our liking. During basic training Russ as he was also know was in my room. He kept to himself. He too was going to be an air trafficker.
The first sign of something being wrong was when we hid his parade gloves. Now I know this not very nice but we would never have let him go with out them as in true military style we would all have been punished. Anyway Russ tore the whole room apart. Panting and wheezing as he tried to find his gloves in a panic. (not a great trait for an air trafficker). We decide to leave poor Russ alone after that.
Fast forward a few months and we are in trade training (Air traffic school if you like). Navigation lesson. The class is a mixture of people who get it and those that don't. Most students not getting it raise a hand and ask for further clarification... Not our Russ oh no. He picks up his table and throws it across the room...... Starting think he might not be cut out for this.
So we all make it to the assessment phase. which involves working in a mock tower. The assessments are divided into to threes sections all separately run IN 3 SEPARATE ROOMS. In one room we have someone trying to help areoplanes, the second room consists of two students work together (Switchboard and Movements) and finally the third room is pretending to be the glass bit you see at the top of control towers. All three rooms are doing totally different things and work independently.
I am in the glass bit with one instructor acting as a controller and one running the exercises. Russ is another room playing switchboard. Now part of the switchboard role is to write down the weather. One copy goes to movements (who is in the same room as Russ) the other goes to the glass bit, BUT since we are all doing different things we are briefed to just leave it on the side.
So there I am in the middle of my exercises. Red Arrows diverting in, Bird strike aircraft inbound, crash vehicles calling me all over the show. I am concentrated. I am focussed and then..................... IN WALKS RUSS. "Weather for you" he says. "WTF" Says I. "WTF" say instructors. See Russ had decided to ignore the brief and just do what he felt. Shortly after he became a RAF Copper. Bless him.
On another note during one of our PT sessions the instructors decide to have a body building comp. The four girls on our course were to be judges. It was not a serious thing just a bit of a laugh. There was PJ kind of round pie lover, me skinny as fook(9st wet through), Russ (gym buuny) and couple of others. The funny thing is I won. How we all laughed except Russ who stormed off in a huff.
This story is from 1991/92 and involves a certain recruit called "Don't Panic". 'Don't panic' was a rather large six ft body builder type. Clearly spent much of his time down the gym and did rather too much prancing for our liking. During basic training Russ as he was also know was in my room. He kept to himself. He too was going to be an air trafficker.
The first sign of something being wrong was when we hid his parade gloves. Now I know this not very nice but we would never have let him go with out them as in true military style we would all have been punished. Anyway Russ tore the whole room apart. Panting and wheezing as he tried to find his gloves in a panic. (not a great trait for an air trafficker). We decide to leave poor Russ alone after that.
Fast forward a few months and we are in trade training (Air traffic school if you like). Navigation lesson. The class is a mixture of people who get it and those that don't. Most students not getting it raise a hand and ask for further clarification... Not our Russ oh no. He picks up his table and throws it across the room...... Starting think he might not be cut out for this.
So we all make it to the assessment phase. which involves working in a mock tower. The assessments are divided into to threes sections all separately run IN 3 SEPARATE ROOMS. In one room we have someone trying to help areoplanes, the second room consists of two students work together (Switchboard and Movements) and finally the third room is pretending to be the glass bit you see at the top of control towers. All three rooms are doing totally different things and work independently.
I am in the glass bit with one instructor acting as a controller and one running the exercises. Russ is another room playing switchboard. Now part of the switchboard role is to write down the weather. One copy goes to movements (who is in the same room as Russ) the other goes to the glass bit, BUT since we are all doing different things we are briefed to just leave it on the side.
So there I am in the middle of my exercises. Red Arrows diverting in, Bird strike aircraft inbound, crash vehicles calling me all over the show. I am concentrated. I am focussed and then..................... IN WALKS RUSS. "Weather for you" he says. "WTF" Says I. "WTF" say instructors. See Russ had decided to ignore the brief and just do what he felt. Shortly after he became a RAF Copper. Bless him.
On another note during one of our PT sessions the instructors decide to have a body building comp. The four girls on our course were to be judges. It was not a serious thing just a bit of a laugh. There was PJ kind of round pie lover, me skinny as fook(9st wet through), Russ (gym buuny) and couple of others. The funny thing is I won. How we all laughed except Russ who stormed off in a huff.
Monday, 19 January 2009
Bad news, Good News
Bad News - So Dingbat had screwed up the timing of the lights out side work last night. Which meant that having got to my car and driven 2 feet I parked up and came back into work.
Good News - I now only have to make up a few minutes instead of a few hours.
Good News - When I eventually got home MRs H was Preparing arepja's with Diablito. Which I totally ate the lot. I then had a huge piece of a cake the girls had baked.
Bad News - Since I ate all this rather late at 1am my stomach decided to send it back under the 14 day return policy.
Good News - it wasn't a full on ralf fest.
Good News - I now only have to make up a few minutes instead of a few hours.
Good News - When I eventually got home MRs H was Preparing arepja's with Diablito. Which I totally ate the lot. I then had a huge piece of a cake the girls had baked.
Bad News - Since I ate all this rather late at 1am my stomach decided to send it back under the 14 day return policy.
Good News - it wasn't a full on ralf fest.
More cake please
The end of a fantastic weekend and here I am sat again at work. Had CN this weekend and she was in a great mood. Shocked us by playing tennis on the Wii. She wasn't half bad at it too. She then had a go at boxing and loved that too.
We also had some friends over in the evening and I tasked myself to cook. Not really cooked for that many before but seemed to do well. Everyone is up and around today so I guess that is good.
Sunday was another great day. The girls did girly bits in the morning (hair, nails, etc) so meant I didn't see them until lunchtime. After shopping CN and Mari baked, with out a doubt, one of the tastiest cakes I have had in a while. See I hate most of the cakes you can buy. They tend to over do the icing so you get a small bit of cake with a wedge of icing. However the girls did a great a job just enough icing to actually taste the cake itself. They also made a chicken soup form scratch, with noodles (thanks to Kung fu Panda). Very tasty and CN ate the lot.
We also had some friends over in the evening and I tasked myself to cook. Not really cooked for that many before but seemed to do well. Everyone is up and around today so I guess that is good.
Sunday was another great day. The girls did girly bits in the morning (hair, nails, etc) so meant I didn't see them until lunchtime. After shopping CN and Mari baked, with out a doubt, one of the tastiest cakes I have had in a while. See I hate most of the cakes you can buy. They tend to over do the icing so you get a small bit of cake with a wedge of icing. However the girls did a great a job just enough icing to actually taste the cake itself. They also made a chicken soup form scratch, with noodles (thanks to Kung fu Panda). Very tasty and CN ate the lot.
Friday, 16 January 2009
The rip off
Not a bad night last night. Bride Wars was a good film. OK it is never going to win a Oscar or trouble the plot thinkers but in terms of what it is, it was ok. Funny in places, your by the numbers romcom and if, like we were last night, that is your cup of tea then it is more than adequate.
Now the rip off. We decide to try one of the restaurants in our new home town. Having tried Dexters before we decided to give La Tasca a go but that was full. So popped across the hall to Ciao Baby Cucina. Nice atmosphere. I ordered the Chicken Milanasi (sp?) and the wife had the seafood pizza. Mine was basically a flat piece of chicken in breadcrumbs with salad (Few lettuce leaves and 2 slices of tomato), that will be £14... please . Hers was a tasteless piece of cardboard...and that's a tenner ta. So wont be going there again then..
Need to write a CV for my sister (Chef) as the guy who is running the, after the very good owners left, is a total tosser. Any ideas?
Now the rip off. We decide to try one of the restaurants in our new home town. Having tried Dexters before we decided to give La Tasca a go but that was full. So popped across the hall to Ciao Baby Cucina. Nice atmosphere. I ordered the Chicken Milanasi (sp?) and the wife had the seafood pizza. Mine was basically a flat piece of chicken in breadcrumbs with salad (Few lettuce leaves and 2 slices of tomato), that will be £14... please . Hers was a tasteless piece of cardboard...and that's a tenner ta. So wont be going there again then..
Need to write a CV for my sister (Chef) as the guy who is running the, after the very good owners left, is a total tosser. Any ideas?
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Day twoooo
..... and still I ache like a m*ther F*cker. In fact I would say even more than yesterday. Seems as you get older the longer it takes for the pain to come out. When I was younger after a heavy bout of exercise I would have the aches the next day. Now it seems I am fine the next day but then the two after that are total killers.
Sat down last night and went through when we want CN over the school hols. Need a extra couple of weeks but my Mum has agreed to lend a hand. To be honest CN is not hard work. Toasted cheese at lunchtime and she is as happy as Larry.
Date night tonight. Me and Mrs H have not been out by ourselves for a while now so looks like Vue in Basingstoke will get some business tonight.
Sat down last night and went through when we want CN over the school hols. Need a extra couple of weeks but my Mum has agreed to lend a hand. To be honest CN is not hard work. Toasted cheese at lunchtime and she is as happy as Larry.
Date night tonight. Me and Mrs H have not been out by ourselves for a while now so looks like Vue in Basingstoke will get some business tonight.
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
Back in the gym..........again
.......and oh my goodness does it hurt. I only did the LBT class which was full of old women (including myself) but I feel like someone has stabbed me in the gut this morning.
Jammed with our bass player last night. Considering he only picked the bass (or actually any instrument) up on Saturday it wasn't too bad. No drummer because he has a new dog and did not want to leave it straight away. We just ran through some of our very limited set. Still we are all learning together which is nice.
House is good. I am fiddling with the heating to get the most efficient settings. It's all very well turning it down a degree but then you freeze your ass off.... global warming ??
Jammed with our bass player last night. Considering he only picked the bass (or actually any instrument) up on Saturday it wasn't too bad. No drummer because he has a new dog and did not want to leave it straight away. We just ran through some of our very limited set. Still we are all learning together which is nice.
House is good. I am fiddling with the heating to get the most efficient settings. It's all very well turning it down a degree but then you freeze your ass off.... global warming ??
Monday, 12 January 2009
Another one bites the dust
What a totally busy weekend we had. Took friday off to drive up to Sparky's wedding. Picked Mrs H up at 12 and then raced up to York. Not a bad journey actually didn't seem that long to be honest. That night we met up with him and an old colleague. Saturday morning was spent helping sort out the final few bits for him.
The wedding itself was very good. I did panic when he gave me the rings to look after. The weather was bloody cold (-4oC with wind chill I would guess), Mrs H struggled but looked stunning. Photographer was ace and rattled off the pictures very quickly and then it was off to the reception.
Speeches were good. OR at least Sparky's and Brides father's. Can't remember much about mine. Fax joke got a few laughs and I also remembered a number of other things I wanted to say after I had finished. Typical. Am rather embarrassed as they gave me lovely watch as a gift
Sunday was Breakfast at the Eggletons and dropped cards and presents at Sparky's. Might have left him a few extra things but I will only claim the TV and Mirror..
Ciao for now
The wedding itself was very good. I did panic when he gave me the rings to look after. The weather was bloody cold (-4oC with wind chill I would guess), Mrs H struggled but looked stunning. Photographer was ace and rattled off the pictures very quickly and then it was off to the reception.
Speeches were good. OR at least Sparky's and Brides father's. Can't remember much about mine. Fax joke got a few laughs and I also remembered a number of other things I wanted to say after I had finished. Typical. Am rather embarrassed as they gave me lovely watch as a gift
Sunday was Breakfast at the Eggletons and dropped cards and presents at Sparky's. Might have left him a few extra things but I will only claim the TV and Mirror..
Ciao for now
Thursday, 8 January 2009
All Quiet of the Wearern front
Seems the nastiness has claimed another victims. Ralphie and DM both falling today so it is rather quiet around here. Not much to report either. Had relaxing night with CN coming over and chilling.
Really it yes it is that slow.
Really it yes it is that slow.
Wednesday, 7 January 2009
Red bull
I need at least five of them. Lack of sleep is going down well this week. Started on Sunday, thanks to a few days of staying up late and sleeping in later on the mornings. This would seem to have thrown my body clock right the window. On Sunday despite watching Indepence Day (RAF PILOT 1 "It's the American's Sir, they have a plan." RAF PILOT 2 "It's about time". Because lets be honest in battle of Britain we really battled with plans until the Americans showed up....oh no wait sorry.. That was after the battle.... anyway an ok movie). So that took us too midnight and we wondered up to bed where the old mind was not ready to sleep. So I read and then I wondered back downstairs and watched a bit more telly then back up to bed. think it was 3.30 by the time I actually fell a sleep to only get up at 06.30.
Monday was another 11pm although the head and pillow had a very short interface before I was in the land of nod, up at 06.30. Then last night was another late one with me and Glenn jamming until 10.30ish and then me and Mrs H talking for a bit. Yep up at 06.30. So today I am totally knackered and indeed of a power nap at some point.
Talking of jamming, I took a step closer to being rock and roll last night and broke two picks while playing. Next step is a broken string.
Monday was another 11pm although the head and pillow had a very short interface before I was in the land of nod, up at 06.30. Then last night was another late one with me and Glenn jamming until 10.30ish and then me and Mrs H talking for a bit. Yep up at 06.30. So today I am totally knackered and indeed of a power nap at some point.
Talking of jamming, I took a step closer to being rock and roll last night and broke two picks while playing. Next step is a broken string.
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
On Holiday
Two more weeks that is what we need to find. Two more weeks to look after the Big C. Seems the current child minder is having some issues and we are convinced she is going to be around for much longer (should add not in a bad way but in a she might not be child minding way). CN's original LSA (Learning support assistant) is going to be her child minder but sadly she doesn't work holiday. Straight away I contacted my Mum who said she would love to have C for a few days so we just kind of have to find another week from somewhere.
Soooo like the Kings of Leon at the moment. :-)
Soooo like the Kings of Leon at the moment. :-)
Monday, 5 January 2009
It's a new dawn
Well 009 is here at last. I have started the new year by coming to work and looking smart. I know this because everyone has commented on how smart I look. Which I guess is a polite way of saying you looked like shite before :-).
Sparky's wedding at the weekend. Speech is kind of done but the run through last night was not as good as I hoped. I have decided I can't really read the speech as it is not me and trying to read a shaking bit of paper is going to prove hard. So I am going with the Key words and waffle approach as that is more me.
CN had a fantastic Christmas getting loads of stuff but it seems Wall-e and Kung fu panda are so far the fav's. Her Mum wants to talk about child minding which is never a good sign.
Trust you are all well and enjoying 2009.
Sparky's wedding at the weekend. Speech is kind of done but the run through last night was not as good as I hoped. I have decided I can't really read the speech as it is not me and trying to read a shaking bit of paper is going to prove hard. So I am going with the Key words and waffle approach as that is more me.
CN had a fantastic Christmas getting loads of stuff but it seems Wall-e and Kung fu panda are so far the fav's. Her Mum wants to talk about child minding which is never a good sign.
Trust you are all well and enjoying 2009.
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