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Hello there. It's been a while since my last ramble, so I think I'm long overdue one on Mr Journal. Past few months have been fairly uneventful. At New Year, I went up to Andy and Deborah's and tanned a bottle of JD which was nice. Can't remember an awful lot apart from there being some fat dude and the tallest girl of all time being there and Adam nearly getting in a fight with the fat dude. Didn't actually come to anything and they got booted out as far as I remember. Euan phoned me at like 5.30 so I went and met him to get him up the road. Met Pete on our travels I think. Managed to get a taxi back pretty easily. Decent night.
My tenure at Calendar Club tragically came to an end as the shop was only temporary, so I helped tear the bastard down. David, my manager's husband, offered me a job working for A1 comics, so I'm now working at their toy stall in Braehead. It's not the best, and I never get a break, but I have nothing else going for me whatsoever, so I can't really complain too much.
Can't remember other stuff that's happened. Went to Edinburgh Zoo with Sue at some point which was delightful. We also went to Arran back in February, which was lovely, but the fucking heating kept breaking. On the last day we were there, I woke up at like 11.45 and opened the bedroom door to go to the toilet and I realised the house was full of smoke. Fucking shat it. I orignially thought the embers from the previous night's fire had somehow ignited something in the front room but it was actually the fucking heating dial that had somehow gone on fire and basically exploded in the kitchen. It wasn't actually that bad, the dial was just lying there smouldering but the place was covered in soot and reeking of smoke.
Apart from that incident, it was a lovely trip.
More recently-
On FrYday, after work I went up to Jack and Jonny's for some boozing. Braw to see everyone, even though I nearly whitied after Jack fed me a shot of Aftershock. I seriously can't drink for shit anymore, I'm utterly crap at it not that I was especially good in the first place.
Saturday- Me and Ian went to the Aragon at about 4 to meet Alan, his friend Mark, Rory and Claire (Bryan's fiance) to watch the Scotland game. Was good, ordered pizzas from Papa John's and got them delivered to the pub and it was delightful. The game wasn't so good however. We were gonna go the Comedy Club to meet Alan's mate Mark because he said he'd be able to get us in for free but he was nowhere to be found when we arrived. Went to the Uisge beath for another drink or two. Some dude in the toilet kept mumbling about how "this is the smelliest toilet I've ever been in, this is the smelliest toilet on the way to Kirkintilloch" and he kept repeating himself constantly. Was fucking funny. Had one more pint there then headed for the hills.
On Sunday I worked all day which was dismal. Sue came round that night and stayed over. The next day I received a Scottish Archaeological Journal in the mail and I have absolutely no idea who sent me it or why it was sent to me. Very odd. That day we went into town to get birthday presents for her old man. We went for lunch in November in Princes Square. The Food was nice, but Sue ordered what she thought was two small dishes but turned out to be a huge plate of nachos and a big bowl of meatballs. Obv ate most of it between us but felt like an obese Hippo afterwards. Bought the new Mastodon album on the way home too which I rather like. Came back home for dinner then I got Sue into town so she could get her train home.
Today I have been a man of laundry. Went up to bonny Maryhill with my maw and sister so the latter could get a paycheck from her work or something. That was about the highlight of the day.
Tonight, I'm debating with myself about whether I should go to Rev or not.
I'll update again at some stage.
Byez!
My tenure at Calendar Club tragically came to an end as the shop was only temporary, so I helped tear the bastard down. David, my manager's husband, offered me a job working for A1 comics, so I'm now working at their toy stall in Braehead. It's not the best, and I never get a break, but I have nothing else going for me whatsoever, so I can't really complain too much.
Can't remember other stuff that's happened. Went to Edinburgh Zoo with Sue at some point which was delightful. We also went to Arran back in February, which was lovely, but the fucking heating kept breaking. On the last day we were there, I woke up at like 11.45 and opened the bedroom door to go to the toilet and I realised the house was full of smoke. Fucking shat it. I orignially thought the embers from the previous night's fire had somehow ignited something in the front room but it was actually the fucking heating dial that had somehow gone on fire and basically exploded in the kitchen. It wasn't actually that bad, the dial was just lying there smouldering but the place was covered in soot and reeking of smoke.
Apart from that incident, it was a lovely trip.
More recently-
On FrYday, after work I went up to Jack and Jonny's for some boozing. Braw to see everyone, even though I nearly whitied after Jack fed me a shot of Aftershock. I seriously can't drink for shit anymore, I'm utterly crap at it not that I was especially good in the first place.
Saturday- Me and Ian went to the Aragon at about 4 to meet Alan, his friend Mark, Rory and Claire (Bryan's fiance) to watch the Scotland game. Was good, ordered pizzas from Papa John's and got them delivered to the pub and it was delightful. The game wasn't so good however. We were gonna go the Comedy Club to meet Alan's mate Mark because he said he'd be able to get us in for free but he was nowhere to be found when we arrived. Went to the Uisge beath for another drink or two. Some dude in the toilet kept mumbling about how "this is the smelliest toilet I've ever been in, this is the smelliest toilet on the way to Kirkintilloch" and he kept repeating himself constantly. Was fucking funny. Had one more pint there then headed for the hills.
On Sunday I worked all day which was dismal. Sue came round that night and stayed over. The next day I received a Scottish Archaeological Journal in the mail and I have absolutely no idea who sent me it or why it was sent to me. Very odd. That day we went into town to get birthday presents for her old man. We went for lunch in November in Princes Square. The Food was nice, but Sue ordered what she thought was two small dishes but turned out to be a huge plate of nachos and a big bowl of meatballs. Obv ate most of it between us but felt like an obese Hippo afterwards. Bought the new Mastodon album on the way home too which I rather like. Came back home for dinner then I got Sue into town so she could get her train home.
Today I have been a man of laundry. Went up to bonny Maryhill with my maw and sister so the latter could get a paycheck from her work or something. That was about the highlight of the day.
Tonight, I'm debating with myself about whether I should go to Rev or not.
I'll update again at some stage.
Byez!