I’m kicking off this entry with a big shout out to Joe Park, a top guy and good friend that was taken form us far too early. Joe’s death hit home a lot of realities among our group of friends. He’d spent his whole life learning (and being sarcastic), and just after finishing Uni he fell ill and a few months later he was gone. It’s so messed up that in the 21st century, where almost everything is taken for granted, it takes something like this to re-iterate how fragile life is. Even weeks later I still feel like I should see him walking into Exo or the Moorings when we’re out.
I’ll never forget Joe as the sunburnt lobster in the blonde wig, swigging some cider, or the game of buckaroo, and so many other memories from the Leeds festivals. Wouldn’t be a proper mention without the good ol’ Army jumper too… Times like those!!!!
"Lookin afta jo jo"
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It’s been a good couple of months in work with my first promotion for getting the company though the audit for ISO accreditation; not the most exciting jobs in the world but it was a good challenge. Celebrations were short-lived, although the bosses did tell me to “get shit-faced and come in whenever you want tomorrow”, which was nice! After this I was marked as the HSE man and put on a Prince2 course, which I passed (boner). The biggest opportunity to date has just landed on my lap, so time will tell how that turns out but after doing all of the above the pressure’s on.
As a cheeky way of celebrating the audit I took a seat-of-the-pants offer to go to Tenerife with the old lady. Whilst it was a nice break, and good to spend time with Mrs T, it was probably a bit too much being together 24/7, especially after flying the nest six months prior. Also, the snoring was so bad that I actually spent a night sleeping in the bathroom to escape it! It was still a good trip, nice to see some February sun, eat loads of really nice grub and walk among the nice scenery day after day with no worries.
One novelty of wireless technology that I’ve recently realised - and is criminally overlooked / under-advertised - is surfing the net while you’re taking a dump. Didn’t think it would catch on but why waste five or ten minutes staring at the back of the door… Surely this should be marketed to the 20-something male shopper at PC word?!?!? Other recent ways of killing time on the throne include playing the guitar and eating cereal; because there’s something quite ironic about eating while you shit.
The final thing this month is a moan. Despite the fact that I’m lucky enough to have a brilliant family, cracking set of friends, cool flat, ace flatmates, great job, fun band and a pretty healthy body, (which I all appreciate) I’ve been feeling a bit down for the past few months and am 90% sure that it’s because I can’t seem to find a girl. A funny coincidence is that since I shaved my head opportunities with the wimin have been fewer and further apart - many a Larry David quote can confirm discrimination against us baldies! Seriously though, a recent article in New Scientist (9th Feb ’08) noted that the wider your circle of friends was, the more likely you were to be single… which I initially thought would be pants, although having mulled it over for a while, can see how it can be true. Does this mean that I’ll have to can a few friends to get the girls or what?
Perhaps my biggest obstacle is high standards; although surely it can’t be that difficult to find a smart, open-minded, outgoing, down-to-earth, girl that loves foreign films, nice food and black comedy… can it? I guess I’ll just have to figure out what I actually want first, or see if a little bit of mystery will do the trick.
The other noteworthy items from the past months have included: being labelled a stalker (seriously), power lilts, new mattress, new acoustic, steamer, jam sandwiches, salsa dancing and bongo terror.
I’ll never forget Joe as the sunburnt lobster in the blonde wig, swigging some cider, or the game of buckaroo, and so many other memories from the Leeds festivals. Wouldn’t be a proper mention without the good ol’ Army jumper too… Times like those!!!!
"Lookin afta jo jo"
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It’s been a good couple of months in work with my first promotion for getting the company though the audit for ISO accreditation; not the most exciting jobs in the world but it was a good challenge. Celebrations were short-lived, although the bosses did tell me to “get shit-faced and come in whenever you want tomorrow”, which was nice! After this I was marked as the HSE man and put on a Prince2 course, which I passed (boner). The biggest opportunity to date has just landed on my lap, so time will tell how that turns out but after doing all of the above the pressure’s on.
As a cheeky way of celebrating the audit I took a seat-of-the-pants offer to go to Tenerife with the old lady. Whilst it was a nice break, and good to spend time with Mrs T, it was probably a bit too much being together 24/7, especially after flying the nest six months prior. Also, the snoring was so bad that I actually spent a night sleeping in the bathroom to escape it! It was still a good trip, nice to see some February sun, eat loads of really nice grub and walk among the nice scenery day after day with no worries.
One novelty of wireless technology that I’ve recently realised - and is criminally overlooked / under-advertised - is surfing the net while you’re taking a dump. Didn’t think it would catch on but why waste five or ten minutes staring at the back of the door… Surely this should be marketed to the 20-something male shopper at PC word?!?!? Other recent ways of killing time on the throne include playing the guitar and eating cereal; because there’s something quite ironic about eating while you shit.
The final thing this month is a moan. Despite the fact that I’m lucky enough to have a brilliant family, cracking set of friends, cool flat, ace flatmates, great job, fun band and a pretty healthy body, (which I all appreciate) I’ve been feeling a bit down for the past few months and am 90% sure that it’s because I can’t seem to find a girl. A funny coincidence is that since I shaved my head opportunities with the wimin have been fewer and further apart - many a Larry David quote can confirm discrimination against us baldies! Seriously though, a recent article in New Scientist (9th Feb ’08) noted that the wider your circle of friends was, the more likely you were to be single… which I initially thought would be pants, although having mulled it over for a while, can see how it can be true. Does this mean that I’ll have to can a few friends to get the girls or what?
Perhaps my biggest obstacle is high standards; although surely it can’t be that difficult to find a smart, open-minded, outgoing, down-to-earth, girl that loves foreign films, nice food and black comedy… can it? I guess I’ll just have to figure out what I actually want first, or see if a little bit of mystery will do the trick.
The other noteworthy items from the past months have included: being labelled a stalker (seriously), power lilts, new mattress, new acoustic, steamer, jam sandwiches, salsa dancing and bongo terror.
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