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

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?

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!

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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 ??

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

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.

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.

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. :-)

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.