maelwys

Gradually recovering from a great drinking session last night. Went to my local with my girlfriend and some mates, spent too much money on the jukebox to piss off the multitude of celebrating football fans with continous Metallica.

Visited my parents today while hungover and got a free fryup and Ruddles English Ale.

Have decided to light the flat up with loads of candles, decapitate...
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Great, a shite week of work is finally over. I can relax and take my stress out on GTA III, some old lady wandering Liberty City is going to get a pump action shotgun aimed at her crochet bobble hat. Die Die Die. Such a pity I can't do that to my boss, tosser that he is.

Busy at work. Overslept again, still bloody tired and no amount caffiene or nicotine seems to help. Might have to try the novel idea of an early night, what a revolting thought. Off to see my smeghead brother tonight, mostly because he owe's me 30 (brotherly love, hah)

On the positive side, no wombles seen for two days, oh the joys of sobriety.

Tired, need sleep... too lazy to do anything today.

Womble hunting session cancelled. Could not be fucking arsed. Went to pub instead. Kings Arms in Luton/Leagreave area in fact. While Dave (the friendly alchohol serving barman) is an out and out metalhead the other pub customers were trendy bitches, highly amusing as my mate Stuart was doing the music in there. After Kill 2 This and Killswitch Engage (yay!) got played a minor riot...
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Proof that the Womble attack yesterday was not a drunken halucination. The evil little sods are everywhere!

http://www.geocities.com/insanityrising1187/wombleattack.html

Went to local pub after work today, feel quite relaxed and happy. My girlfriend is revising for an exam tomorrow so no arguements about me wanting to use my own computer. Yay and there was much rejoicing.

Was assaulted by a rampaging gang of Wombles as I walked from the pub, nasty, vicious rodents coming at me with cricket bats and polo mallets from all...
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Hmm, never done one of these thingies before. What to write?

Uh, I'm at work dossing as usual. 41/2 hours to go till I can get to the pub, need beer.

Bah! Thats not interesting enough... I know: lie.

11.47am: Workplace invaded by nasty trans-dimensional, multi-tentacled space chicken. Said beastie attempted to force feed engineers into CNC milling machine and steal all our titanium. Critter...
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