aka_jim

I am shagged.

Well the interview went... well kinda crap, they really liked me but my bad credit rating in the past kinda fucked it so yeah.

After the interview i went to a mates pub had some coffee got out my suit and dressed in slightly more confitable attier.

Then in THE SNOW!!!! I made my way to the Hobgoblin for opening time and met up with a few mates. Ultimatly i got blind drunk and now Im working there this comming tuesday and wednesday day time's. This in kinda conveniant as it's my mate Jo Jo's birthday and my mate Al birthday and Phil another mate has got his band to play "Pregnant by Dad" and someother mates such as Bob, John and others will be the DJ's and all down the hobgoblin this tuesday night. So i was allready going to be there.

Well anyway afterbeing bundled by my mates, and TICKLED!!! oh i fuckin hate that. Im very ticklish. and bob stickin his tongue down my throwt and teaching them the Canadian fashion to playing darts (which looks like it may take off there). I was finally taken to another pubnear prestonpark station where we were locked in until sometime in the morning and then drank a shit load of Glenmorange until i guess near the time the sun rose.

So yeah it wasnt all that badder day except Im now going to be working back down the Hobgoblin which i havent done for nearly 4 years! And this time with out the foot long pink mohawk and dozwen pieces of metal in my face and a few more winkles and more of a beer gut too. Should be interesting.