Gay mannered
There's a man with a bosom stood opposite me at this very moment.
I'm still round and about like a homeless - I got a call this morning telling me not to go down to Kilburn building as I was doing an induction day at Salford, but nothing came of that so I came down here for lack of anything else to do. It followed the usual pattern which myself and Mark have fallen into already, of sitting talking about retro TV and videogames and being angered when forced to work. I think me coming to work down here has been a God-send for him because I've shown him just how much you can get away with so long as you get the job done - already, he's coming in wearing ripped jeans and he's taken the afternoon off to catch up with a mate. Last Friday's delivery trip to a building next to Picadilly turned into a crafty pint near Victoria in the sun... I said that I'd make more of an effort to make the best of my time at work, and it's paying off already. I just hope the geezer I'm working with at Salford is okay too.
There's a real, live, genuine demolition going on at the moment on Oxford Road! It's very exciting. I've been out three times to watch and it gets better every time - as I passed on my way down here this morning I just thought part of the building had collapsed (which was brilliant enough in itself), then a massive pneumatic drill appeared from nowhere and started hammering away at the concrete shell. This kind of destruction is somehow really invigorating to watch. As I was saying to John last week, I'd also pay to see a massive explosion at one of the stands at Old Trafford... just being stood by my window in the morning and seeing the sky light up and a huge ball of flame extend across the horizon...
I wrote something really good at home the other night but when I come on Livejournal I seem to blank out for fifteen minutes and come to with a page of gash in front of me. I'm only doing this out of boredom really. I'm in the middle of applying for a TV license for Lois, looking for a wireless keyboard and... hmmm, I'm off again. I wonder if I'll ever get round to writing my story down? I have romantic moments when I tell myself I'll get it done, but then I go home feeling tired and I enjoy drinking too much to stay sober long enough to get anything done. I don't know what the point would be, really, either. There are millions of people like me thinking exactly the same things and they're never going to put their thoughts into words so why should I? Maybe I'll just keep on sticking little observations on my site and hope in its own way that means something to someone.
I'm still round and about like a homeless - I got a call this morning telling me not to go down to Kilburn building as I was doing an induction day at Salford, but nothing came of that so I came down here for lack of anything else to do. It followed the usual pattern which myself and Mark have fallen into already, of sitting talking about retro TV and videogames and being angered when forced to work. I think me coming to work down here has been a God-send for him because I've shown him just how much you can get away with so long as you get the job done - already, he's coming in wearing ripped jeans and he's taken the afternoon off to catch up with a mate. Last Friday's delivery trip to a building next to Picadilly turned into a crafty pint near Victoria in the sun... I said that I'd make more of an effort to make the best of my time at work, and it's paying off already. I just hope the geezer I'm working with at Salford is okay too.
There's a real, live, genuine demolition going on at the moment on Oxford Road! It's very exciting. I've been out three times to watch and it gets better every time - as I passed on my way down here this morning I just thought part of the building had collapsed (which was brilliant enough in itself), then a massive pneumatic drill appeared from nowhere and started hammering away at the concrete shell. This kind of destruction is somehow really invigorating to watch. As I was saying to John last week, I'd also pay to see a massive explosion at one of the stands at Old Trafford... just being stood by my window in the morning and seeing the sky light up and a huge ball of flame extend across the horizon...
I wrote something really good at home the other night but when I come on Livejournal I seem to blank out for fifteen minutes and come to with a page of gash in front of me. I'm only doing this out of boredom really. I'm in the middle of applying for a TV license for Lois, looking for a wireless keyboard and... hmmm, I'm off again. I wonder if I'll ever get round to writing my story down? I have romantic moments when I tell myself I'll get it done, but then I go home feeling tired and I enjoy drinking too much to stay sober long enough to get anything done. I don't know what the point would be, really, either. There are millions of people like me thinking exactly the same things and they're never going to put their thoughts into words so why should I? Maybe I'll just keep on sticking little observations on my site and hope in its own way that means something to someone.