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I am doing my best living dead impression this morning. I really need to get this 'going to bed at a reasonable time' thing nailed before I start craving brains for breakfast.
Visited my friend Timmy on Saturday night. The drinking started at 6pm with a visit to a beer festival. I loves my real ales, arr. Most were delicious, apart from one called 'little willy' that was appropriately very unsatisfying. Ended up singing sea shanties and some old country folk song about a blackbird. The cider was hideous strong. Then we dragged ourselves to a trance club at 1am. Had a very surreal moment whilst waiting in the queue for the club - Timmy decided he wanted to make himself throw up (he'd been drinking since 10am), whilst his other friend (who is an exercise fanatic) decided he wanted to 'pump himself up' before going into the club by some press-ups. So I stood in the queue as they puked and performed press-ups side by side a few metres away.
Monday night I went to see Starlight Express with my family to celebrate my mum's birthday. Starlight Express is a very bizarre concept...people pretending to be trains...but the trains are personified and have feelings...and they are not real trains, they are part of a train set being controlled by a small child. The carriages were female - not very PC, ha ha. But it was an amazing spectacle, with fantastic costumes and very varied music styles - hip hop to disco to blues. And the dancing on rollerskates was awesome.
Yesterday morning I had to go to a job interview which I'd only found out about the afternoon before. I left the house at 7.15am thinking that I'd have plenty of time to drive the 15 miles to Harrow. WRONG!!! I was 45 mins late for my interview because it took me two and a half hours to get to bloody Harrow!! Over an hour of that was just travelling one mile on the M1. I felt like I was going mad, I nearly started thumping my arms on the steering wheel like a chimp.
The guy interviewing me was quite a nice, laid back guy, but there was something about him I didn't trust. I asked him what hours they worked, and he said that most people got there at 7.30 - 8am to beat the traffic (f*ck that!!!). He also said that it was really, really hard to park and the tiny staff car park was full after 7.30 (at least he was honest, but he wasn't really selling it to me!!). At one point he said some people voluntarily elected to wear a bright red company polo shirt to the office like the stores staff (at this point I was getting worried). I asked him if it was a fun place to work, and he hesitated just a bit too long before answering. So I asked him to give me a tour of the office, and all I saw were skanky looking people in their late 30s sitting at their dingy desks in complete silence.
So I've written that one off. Never mind, it was good interview practice.
urrrrggghhhhh.....brainsssssssssssss
Visited my friend Timmy on Saturday night. The drinking started at 6pm with a visit to a beer festival. I loves my real ales, arr. Most were delicious, apart from one called 'little willy' that was appropriately very unsatisfying. Ended up singing sea shanties and some old country folk song about a blackbird. The cider was hideous strong. Then we dragged ourselves to a trance club at 1am. Had a very surreal moment whilst waiting in the queue for the club - Timmy decided he wanted to make himself throw up (he'd been drinking since 10am), whilst his other friend (who is an exercise fanatic) decided he wanted to 'pump himself up' before going into the club by some press-ups. So I stood in the queue as they puked and performed press-ups side by side a few metres away.
Monday night I went to see Starlight Express with my family to celebrate my mum's birthday. Starlight Express is a very bizarre concept...people pretending to be trains...but the trains are personified and have feelings...and they are not real trains, they are part of a train set being controlled by a small child. The carriages were female - not very PC, ha ha. But it was an amazing spectacle, with fantastic costumes and very varied music styles - hip hop to disco to blues. And the dancing on rollerskates was awesome.
Yesterday morning I had to go to a job interview which I'd only found out about the afternoon before. I left the house at 7.15am thinking that I'd have plenty of time to drive the 15 miles to Harrow. WRONG!!! I was 45 mins late for my interview because it took me two and a half hours to get to bloody Harrow!! Over an hour of that was just travelling one mile on the M1. I felt like I was going mad, I nearly started thumping my arms on the steering wheel like a chimp.
The guy interviewing me was quite a nice, laid back guy, but there was something about him I didn't trust. I asked him what hours they worked, and he said that most people got there at 7.30 - 8am to beat the traffic (f*ck that!!!). He also said that it was really, really hard to park and the tiny staff car park was full after 7.30 (at least he was honest, but he wasn't really selling it to me!!). At one point he said some people voluntarily elected to wear a bright red company polo shirt to the office like the stores staff (at this point I was getting worried). I asked him if it was a fun place to work, and he hesitated just a bit too long before answering. So I asked him to give me a tour of the office, and all I saw were skanky looking people in their late 30s sitting at their dingy desks in complete silence.
So I've written that one off. Never mind, it was good interview practice.
urrrrggghhhhh.....brainsssssssssssss