BBQ's Rule
So last Sunday I had a BBQ.
Had bought a wee cheapo one for £20 from Argos a few days before, then went to Morrisons with Gary on the saturday night to stock up on shit, and stock up we did. Made kebabs and all sorts, mint.
Sunday rolled on, and it was a fuckin' beezer. Two small niggling points though, I was pissed off at cunts moaning my face off about how to run the BBQ, when they never tried to sort it themselves, and my dog was being annoying as utter fucking fuck. Apart from that it was a grade A success. Need to have another one. See Gary's Livejournal for pictures and shit, they're beast.
On monday and tuesday I couldn't be arsed with work, so phoned in sick.
Wednesday was Avril!!!!!! Pure class. Good day as a whole, went into town with Gary and Rory for a bit, got beer, went to mine for a wee while so I could feed the dog and take her out, back to Rory's so he could get his ticket, then to Gary's for banter and booze. Me and Rory left for Avril, got a bus pretty much straight away. When we got in there Rory darted to the cloakroom, I kinda sauntered up the stairs, and walked past none other than DOMINIK DIAMOND!!! Gave him the "awright Dominik how ye daein'?", he replied with a "aye, not bad, yerself?"...guid chat. Avril was utter perfection,so, so, so, so beautiful. I love her. Rory got chatting to some blart in the que for the cloakroom, I obviously brick-walled them. As is tradition. We ended up going to the 'Palace for a couple, and who walks past the pub? BLARTY. They came in and we gave them banter. Got their numbers and shit, result.
Went to the pictures afterwards to see Star Wars Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith with Rory and Gary. Served by none other than Robb Idle, of robbidle fame, yas! Discounts and shit! The film was good, but I'd probably have enjoyed it more if I wasn't so tired, and the hall wasn't warm enough for me to sweat while sitting doing absolutely nothing.
On friday I had a fucking powercut from about 2pm until 7pm because of two fucking Scottish Power morons working on a completely different street to mine, but they felt the need to cut the power off to the whole fucking grid instead of one street, or one house. Morons. This caused my burglar alarm to blare non stop until the power came back on...then it went off again...then it went back on. This continued for a while until finally it came back on for good. This powercut has caused my hot water and oven to not work (thankfully my Uncle came round today and fixed the water). Fucking arseholes.
Today I went to Clydebank to apply to HMV, who I was told were looking for new staff. They were not. So Emma took her lunch early and we hung out for half an hour, which was nice. I went a wee walk to swatch the deals in Asda, and got myself some beer. And here I am.
This update ended up much longer than I anticipated, almost Lev-core!!!
Had bought a wee cheapo one for £20 from Argos a few days before, then went to Morrisons with Gary on the saturday night to stock up on shit, and stock up we did. Made kebabs and all sorts, mint.
Sunday rolled on, and it was a fuckin' beezer. Two small niggling points though, I was pissed off at cunts moaning my face off about how to run the BBQ, when they never tried to sort it themselves, and my dog was being annoying as utter fucking fuck. Apart from that it was a grade A success. Need to have another one. See Gary's Livejournal for pictures and shit, they're beast.
On monday and tuesday I couldn't be arsed with work, so phoned in sick.
Wednesday was Avril!!!!!! Pure class. Good day as a whole, went into town with Gary and Rory for a bit, got beer, went to mine for a wee while so I could feed the dog and take her out, back to Rory's so he could get his ticket, then to Gary's for banter and booze. Me and Rory left for Avril, got a bus pretty much straight away. When we got in there Rory darted to the cloakroom, I kinda sauntered up the stairs, and walked past none other than DOMINIK DIAMOND!!! Gave him the "awright Dominik how ye daein'?", he replied with a "aye, not bad, yerself?"...guid chat. Avril was utter perfection,so, so, so, so beautiful. I love her. Rory got chatting to some blart in the que for the cloakroom, I obviously brick-walled them. As is tradition. We ended up going to the 'Palace for a couple, and who walks past the pub? BLARTY. They came in and we gave them banter. Got their numbers and shit, result.
Went to the pictures afterwards to see Star Wars Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith with Rory and Gary. Served by none other than Robb Idle, of robbidle fame, yas! Discounts and shit! The film was good, but I'd probably have enjoyed it more if I wasn't so tired, and the hall wasn't warm enough for me to sweat while sitting doing absolutely nothing.
On friday I had a fucking powercut from about 2pm until 7pm because of two fucking Scottish Power morons working on a completely different street to mine, but they felt the need to cut the power off to the whole fucking grid instead of one street, or one house. Morons. This caused my burglar alarm to blare non stop until the power came back on...then it went off again...then it went back on. This continued for a while until finally it came back on for good. This powercut has caused my hot water and oven to not work (thankfully my Uncle came round today and fixed the water). Fucking arseholes.
Today I went to Clydebank to apply to HMV, who I was told were looking for new staff. They were not. So Emma took her lunch early and we hung out for half an hour, which was nice. I went a wee walk to swatch the deals in Asda, and got myself some beer. And here I am.
This update ended up much longer than I anticipated, almost Lev-core!!!