I was going to mention the shirt I pur-chased but then some un-named persons will presume I'm horribly materialistic and get wrapped up in my personal appearance. So I won't; suffice to say it is soooo gorgeous and I love it like it was my own child called quentin.
The curry was scrumdiddlyumptious although I'm still not certain if that's down to the exemplary cooking skills of the chef or due to the copious amounts of alcohol consumed at the table. I (obviously) was surrounded by ladies, due wholely to the ingenious seating plan of boy-girl-boy-girl, rather than any remarkable social skills I am yet to acquire.
Clubbing had been hinted at earlier on during the initial kick-off but went quickly out of favour when Oggles (so named to 1. hide his true identity and 2. if he ever became a super hero, I am protecting one of his many weaknesses) decided that clubbing sounded like a great idea. In short, after leaving the pub at closing time, we all skittered away into the night in two person groups to avoid his drunken advances of "ClUbben AnyONe?"
and now for something completely different
I understand pictures have been requested.
Pictures shall be coming shortly.
NB. Some just require air-brushing to make my HA-UGE manly form look less menacing and more rose tinted to appeal to allsorts (bassets)
Monday, January 31, 2005
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Expecting
It's... 23:50.
Ten minutes of today left and only 120 more of tomorrow to go until I'll probably be meeting up with J. for a casual spin and a yarn or two.
I'm off, I don't want to be, but it's a means to an end. I would like to go back soon but in truth I'm not sleeping properly (although I never really did)... (and by that I don't mean standing up inside my wardrobe) and the cut on my head is hurting more now and looks infected.
Damnit. Was there more I should have done... understandably I've re-run the incident over and over and over and over again now. Every time a different outcome. Sometimes better, to often it's worse. It's not playing on my mind, and I can willingly and happily talk about it. Yet still, I wonder, what if...
Decisions, decisions. I suppose this is human nature, I don't like it, or care for it much, but I'm stuck with it. Maybe this is the part of me where I am able to receed and write the poetry I do.
This entry was going to be about my expectations of tomorrow night. It's taken a different route now, but I'm still expectant.
The team I work with are a well rounded cluster of people and in my opinion are the best I could have had the misfortune to work with. However, undoubtedly there will be only a few brave soles who with gritted teeth and determined fixed stares, will venture onwards and (sort of) upwards to a club to celebrate the early hours of the next morning in the knowledge that we don't have to get up the next day.
It was good last time it'll be great again. 3 weeks feels too long inbetween.
That reminds me, I meant to buy a shirt at some point... all in good time
Ten minutes of today left and only 120 more of tomorrow to go until I'll probably be meeting up with J. for a casual spin and a yarn or two.
I'm off, I don't want to be, but it's a means to an end. I would like to go back soon but in truth I'm not sleeping properly (although I never really did)... (and by that I don't mean standing up inside my wardrobe) and the cut on my head is hurting more now and looks infected.
Damnit. Was there more I should have done... understandably I've re-run the incident over and over and over and over again now. Every time a different outcome. Sometimes better, to often it's worse. It's not playing on my mind, and I can willingly and happily talk about it. Yet still, I wonder, what if...
Decisions, decisions. I suppose this is human nature, I don't like it, or care for it much, but I'm stuck with it. Maybe this is the part of me where I am able to receed and write the poetry I do.
This entry was going to be about my expectations of tomorrow night. It's taken a different route now, but I'm still expectant.
The team I work with are a well rounded cluster of people and in my opinion are the best I could have had the misfortune to work with. However, undoubtedly there will be only a few brave soles who with gritted teeth and determined fixed stares, will venture onwards and (sort of) upwards to a club to celebrate the early hours of the next morning in the knowledge that we don't have to get up the next day.
It was good last time it'll be great again. 3 weeks feels too long inbetween.
That reminds me, I meant to buy a shirt at some point... all in good time
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Life's Lessons Learned
1. Knives are sharp
2. Knives are bad
3. Criminals are hard
4. Criminals are bad
5. Milky is soft
6. Milky is good
7. Cut me, I... run.
fin.
2. Knives are bad
3. Criminals are hard
4. Criminals are bad
5. Milky is soft
6. Milky is good
7. Cut me, I... run.
fin.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Past
The tree in the field by the road to the park.
As the light slowly fades and approaches the dark.
Is where I will sit and look up to the sky,
As the weight of the day pulls closed my weak eyes.
Soon a car passes and sleep waits then goes,
But I lie in safe hands that no-one else knows.
I wait for the moment when nothing is heard,
I sit in the throne and am never disturbed.
I'm the king of the world when I climb up that tree,
The lord of the beasts and all I can see.
Cos up there I know that nothing else matters,
Until the infamous call of the rain pitter-patters.
So it?s down from the tree and I'm running for home,
But another day soon I'll be back there alone.
Milky'05
The tree in the field by the road to the park.
As the light slowly fades and approaches the dark.
Is where I will sit and look up to the sky,
As the weight of the day pulls closed my weak eyes.
Soon a car passes and sleep waits then goes,
But I lie in safe hands that no-one else knows.
I wait for the moment when nothing is heard,
I sit in the throne and am never disturbed.
I'm the king of the world when I climb up that tree,
The lord of the beasts and all I can see.
Cos up there I know that nothing else matters,
Until the infamous call of the rain pitter-patters.
So it?s down from the tree and I'm running for home,
But another day soon I'll be back there alone.
Milky'05
Sunday, January 16, 2005
A two week absinthe.
Where have I been.
Nowhere.
What have I done.
Nothing.
...Well not technically true I suppose. I managed to again sleep through most of my rest days and lie motionless like driftwood waiting for a reason (not necessarily a good one) to prompt me to move.
A week and one day ago (last Saturday... 8 days ago... 1/44.5th of the year ago) I was pushed from my happy exsistance of contentment and forced to make some life choices I didn't really want to make.
The service I work for has had the devine decision to every once in a while, just when your getting settled, thrust you onto a small teetering precipice and force you to choose somewhere else to go. And what I hear (no-one) you ask is the real pi55er?
You then fill out the paperwork requesting to move.
It's not big and it's not clever. But until they find a better way to move colleagues around to evenly distribute all types of officers to the far corners of where no-one wants to go, it'll have to do.
Doesn't mean I'm ever going to want to do it.
Nowhere.
What have I done.
Nothing.
...Well not technically true I suppose. I managed to again sleep through most of my rest days and lie motionless like driftwood waiting for a reason (not necessarily a good one) to prompt me to move.
A week and one day ago (last Saturday... 8 days ago... 1/44.5th of the year ago) I was pushed from my happy exsistance of contentment and forced to make some life choices I didn't really want to make.
The service I work for has had the devine decision to every once in a while, just when your getting settled, thrust you onto a small teetering precipice and force you to choose somewhere else to go. And what I hear (no-one) you ask is the real pi55er?
You then fill out the paperwork requesting to move.
It's not big and it's not clever. But until they find a better way to move colleagues around to evenly distribute all types of officers to the far corners of where no-one wants to go, it'll have to do.
Doesn't mean I'm ever going to want to do it.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
New Year, Same old, same old
Working.. New Years Eve.. London.. Parliament Square..
..then comes the decision to block off a Westminster bridge (bugger).
My New Years, in the form of conversations with members of the public, njoy!
Just to set the scene a bit. I'm stood with about 20-25 other colleagues shoulder to shoulder across the road, facing into Parliament square. Directly behind us is Westminster bridge, packed full of people. Next to and above us are six police horses, two of the riders have loud-hailers. Every 30 seconds or so, they repeat this "The bridge is closed. There are too many people on the bridge. To avoid a crush the bridge is closed. Move back, take another route."
/ Can everyone move back, the bridge is closed.
Small Eastern European Man \ Can I go on bridge?
/No, sorry, it's closed to stop crushing.
S.E.E.M. \ Why it closed?
/ (pause) To avoid crushing.
S.E.E.M. \ Oh. (stands thinking for a moment) My brother is on there.
/ He can come off but you can't come on.
S.E.E.M. \ Okay. Can I go get him?
/ No.
S.E.E.M. \ I'll call him and he come over
/ Good idea
S.E.E.M. moves away only to be replaced by another very similar looking man
\ I need to get on the bridge.
/ Sorry. The bridge is closed, there's too many people on it. You can't go on the bridge.
\ But I am only one, I will not crutch I promise.
/ If I let you through everyone else will want to come through.
\ I no understand, speak little English.
/ You can't come on the bridge (louder).
\ Oh. I go another way?
/ Yes.
\ K, thank you, happy new year.
/ Happy new year.
Second male squeezes back into crowds
Only to be replaced by Drunk E.E.M.
D.E.E.M. \ Can I go on the bridge?
/ The bridge is closed. We're only letting people off, you'll have to go a different way.
\ Where different way?
/ To your left or right, there are more bridges that are still open.
\ I no know where these bridges are.
/ (pause) To the left or right, they're not far.
\ I not come on this bridge? My brother is on there.
/ (sigh) No sorry. Your brother can come off but you can't go on.
\ (pointing behind me) There my brother! He there, he's waving, can I go on?
/ No.
D.E.E.M. pushes his way through crowds as he leaves in a huff.
Drunk Tatooed Man approaches, pushing his hair out of his eyes and curling it behind his ears, I notice he's cluching a phone. He attempts to continue walking straight through me.
D.T.M. \ I'm trying to get on the bridge.
/ I know, but I'm stopping you. No-one else is allowed on the bridge, it's closed to stop a crush, there's already to many people on there.
\ But my girlfriends on there.
/ She can come off, but we're not letting anyone else on.
\ Can I go and get her then?
/ No. (nodding down towards his phone) Why don't you call her?
\ Huh? (looks down confused, then looks surprised to see he's holding a phone in his hand). I can't I haven't got any credit.
/ Oh. Who are you with?
\ My girlfirend!
/ No, who is your service provider. (secretly hoping he says my girlfriend, again. Chuckle).
\ Oh, it's O2.
/ Do you get any free calls with them when you run out of credit?
\ No.
/ Oh.
\ You must be on double or triple time!
/ No.
\ Oh.. (pause, while he is obviously trying to think of more topics of conversation). I don't envy you working tonight, you must have to deal with some really annoying drunk people.
/ Yep!
\ I'm going to wait here.
/ Okay mate, no problem.
LOUD CHEERS BEGIN AND CONTINUE AS THE WHOLE CROWD LOOKS UP OVER MY HEAD AT BIG BEN
I'm assuming that was when 2005 began.. or Father's for Justice struck again.
Tom (colleague next to me) / Happy New Year.
/ Happy New Year mate.
LOUD BANGS START AND THE CROWDS BEGIN TO GASP AND SIGH
I'm assuming this was when the fireworks began.. or Police Marksmen downed the Fathers for Justice chap.
D.T.M. is still stood in front of me with a fixed drunken gaze over my shoulder.
/ How do they look?
\ I can only see a few.. there's a green one.. there's an orange one.. now there's a red one.. a green one again..
/ Are you looking at the traffic lights?
\ Huh?
/ Nothing.
\ I can't see my girlfriend.
/ No? What about the fireworks?
\ I can't see them either really.
/ Right.
\ Happy new year Sir.
/ Happy new year mate, (as he pushes his way into the crowd) good luck finding your girlfirend.
He either acknowledged me with a wave or attempted to swear at me, I'm still not sure.
THE HORSES THEN PROCEED TO START GETTING JITTERY AND I CAN HEAR THEM REARING UP AND CLATTERING ABOUT BEHIND ME.
THE CROWDS BEGIN TO GASP AND SIGH.. again.
to be completed...
..then comes the decision to block off a Westminster bridge (bugger).
My New Years, in the form of conversations with members of the public, njoy!
Just to set the scene a bit. I'm stood with about 20-25 other colleagues shoulder to shoulder across the road, facing into Parliament square. Directly behind us is Westminster bridge, packed full of people. Next to and above us are six police horses, two of the riders have loud-hailers. Every 30 seconds or so, they repeat this "The bridge is closed. There are too many people on the bridge. To avoid a crush the bridge is closed. Move back, take another route."
/ Can everyone move back, the bridge is closed.
Small Eastern European Man \ Can I go on bridge?
/No, sorry, it's closed to stop crushing.
S.E.E.M. \ Why it closed?
/ (pause) To avoid crushing.
S.E.E.M. \ Oh. (stands thinking for a moment) My brother is on there.
/ He can come off but you can't come on.
S.E.E.M. \ Okay. Can I go get him?
/ No.
S.E.E.M. \ I'll call him and he come over
/ Good idea
S.E.E.M. moves away only to be replaced by another very similar looking man
\ I need to get on the bridge.
/ Sorry. The bridge is closed, there's too many people on it. You can't go on the bridge.
\ But I am only one, I will not crutch I promise.
/ If I let you through everyone else will want to come through.
\ I no understand, speak little English.
/ You can't come on the bridge (louder).
\ Oh. I go another way?
/ Yes.
\ K, thank you, happy new year.
/ Happy new year.
Second male squeezes back into crowds
Only to be replaced by Drunk E.E.M.
D.E.E.M. \ Can I go on the bridge?
/ The bridge is closed. We're only letting people off, you'll have to go a different way.
\ Where different way?
/ To your left or right, there are more bridges that are still open.
\ I no know where these bridges are.
/ (pause) To the left or right, they're not far.
\ I not come on this bridge? My brother is on there.
/ (sigh) No sorry. Your brother can come off but you can't go on.
\ (pointing behind me) There my brother! He there, he's waving, can I go on?
/ No.
D.E.E.M. pushes his way through crowds as he leaves in a huff.
Drunk Tatooed Man approaches, pushing his hair out of his eyes and curling it behind his ears, I notice he's cluching a phone. He attempts to continue walking straight through me.
D.T.M. \ I'm trying to get on the bridge.
/ I know, but I'm stopping you. No-one else is allowed on the bridge, it's closed to stop a crush, there's already to many people on there.
\ But my girlfriends on there.
/ She can come off, but we're not letting anyone else on.
\ Can I go and get her then?
/ No. (nodding down towards his phone) Why don't you call her?
\ Huh? (looks down confused, then looks surprised to see he's holding a phone in his hand). I can't I haven't got any credit.
/ Oh. Who are you with?
\ My girlfirend!
/ No, who is your service provider. (secretly hoping he says my girlfriend, again. Chuckle).
\ Oh, it's O2.
/ Do you get any free calls with them when you run out of credit?
\ No.
/ Oh.
\ You must be on double or triple time!
/ No.
\ Oh.. (pause, while he is obviously trying to think of more topics of conversation). I don't envy you working tonight, you must have to deal with some really annoying drunk people.
/ Yep!
\ I'm going to wait here.
/ Okay mate, no problem.
LOUD CHEERS BEGIN AND CONTINUE AS THE WHOLE CROWD LOOKS UP OVER MY HEAD AT BIG BEN
I'm assuming that was when 2005 began.. or Father's for Justice struck again.
Tom (colleague next to me) / Happy New Year.
/ Happy New Year mate.
LOUD BANGS START AND THE CROWDS BEGIN TO GASP AND SIGH
I'm assuming this was when the fireworks began.. or Police Marksmen downed the Fathers for Justice chap.
D.T.M. is still stood in front of me with a fixed drunken gaze over my shoulder.
/ How do they look?
\ I can only see a few.. there's a green one.. there's an orange one.. now there's a red one.. a green one again..
/ Are you looking at the traffic lights?
\ Huh?
/ Nothing.
\ I can't see my girlfriend.
/ No? What about the fireworks?
\ I can't see them either really.
/ Right.
\ Happy new year Sir.
/ Happy new year mate, (as he pushes his way into the crowd) good luck finding your girlfirend.
He either acknowledged me with a wave or attempted to swear at me, I'm still not sure.
THE HORSES THEN PROCEED TO START GETTING JITTERY AND I CAN HEAR THEM REARING UP AND CLATTERING ABOUT BEHIND ME.
THE CROWDS BEGIN TO GASP AND SIGH.. again.
to be completed...
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