Quick, naughty-at-work bloggery.
I'll have to do a recent picture round up when I get home as I don't have access to my pics here, so check again later for imagery.
Last weekend we went to Ely to go to a wedding of a friend of Pinklet's, which was really good fun. As usual, Zoe's dad broke out the whiskey when we got there - which was after two large glasses of red wine and then after a couple of at least triple whiskeys, he brought out a bottle of Lindisfarne Mead. I went to bed rather pissed after farting in front of her parents,
to a shout of "you're one of the family now! from the girl. I got to talk to some of Zoe's friends more at the do, which was nice. One of her friends is responsible for 'having the chat' with suitors, so I got the whole, "If you hurt her I'll hunt you down and kill you" spiel, which quite frankly, whilst I understand that friends want to protect friends, is all a little bit childish - two adults in a relationship are in that situation because they wish to be. If their feelings change, then they should discuss things and if it turns out one or both parties do not wish to continue the relationship then you discuss any issues with that and part ways with as much grace and dignity as you can muster on both sides.
Anyway, I told her that a) I've never dumped anyone as far as I can remember, (which yes, means I'm a sad git who gets dumped.) and b) when my 11 and a half year relationship ended, I helped the girl move into her new flat and went round to see her a couple of times to see how she was settling in. We stayed in touch for a while after before eventually drifting our own ways. I'm still in touch and with my last ex, who I consider a friend, and finally c) I'm literally the guy who wouldn't hurt a fly. I kill or harm no creature on this planet intentionally, and if I do by accident, (e.g. I step on a spider or something,) I apologise!
Anyway, after I'd told her all this, she decided that I was a rather splendid chap with nought but honorable intentions, so she went and had "the chat" with Zoe instead! Bwa ha ha! Oh and she insisted I come along to her birthday bash at Alton Towers next weekend, if only to make her stoner boyfriend feel less of an outsider.
The weekend before we were at the wedding reception of a colleague, which I may have documented previously, so I'll leave it there.
This weekend we have no plans and I'm really looking forward to doing as much fuck all as possible.
In other news:
Weds evening turned a bit strange. As I was dropping a colleague off who I give a lift to, I got pulled by the police. I thought it was because I was wearing a beanie, (laugh if you like, but I've been followed home once and the cop said it was because I "looked shifty in that hat". Nice to see he's got time on his hands to follow bald men around who wear beanies to keep warm...) and looked 'the sort', but it turned out my tax disc was 4 months out of date! Yes, I am that crap at organising myself, although to be fair, that's a new record.
Then my boss rang me to tell me my desk had exploded. We have glass desks and after most people had left that evening, one girl bumped into my chair, which hit the desk, causing it to shatter. Health & safety? Not at our company... They hadn't even cleaned it up either. (A colleague ended up doing it in the morning and was not pleased.)
Last night we had a rock band night, which I bought on Tues when I was off work ill. Yeah I know, but I was feeling rough. Anyway, out of the 8 we invited, only two turned up, (everyone else had good reasons though,) and it was the two I least expected as one had said she couldn't make it and the other hadn't replied!
My old housemate was the first and she spent the entire time on the drums and loved it! Then she left and my other mate turned up a little while later, pretty stoned, with ciders and wanted to give it a go. He played guitar for a while & did ok but then tried the drums and ended up collapsed over the kit, silently shaking with laughter at his own uncoordinated-ness.
Brilliant.
So... 'supwhichoo?
I'll have to do a recent picture round up when I get home as I don't have access to my pics here, so check again later for imagery.
Last weekend we went to Ely to go to a wedding of a friend of Pinklet's, which was really good fun. As usual, Zoe's dad broke out the whiskey when we got there - which was after two large glasses of red wine and then after a couple of at least triple whiskeys, he brought out a bottle of Lindisfarne Mead. I went to bed rather pissed after farting in front of her parents,
to a shout of "you're one of the family now! from the girl. I got to talk to some of Zoe's friends more at the do, which was nice. One of her friends is responsible for 'having the chat' with suitors, so I got the whole, "If you hurt her I'll hunt you down and kill you" spiel, which quite frankly, whilst I understand that friends want to protect friends, is all a little bit childish - two adults in a relationship are in that situation because they wish to be. If their feelings change, then they should discuss things and if it turns out one or both parties do not wish to continue the relationship then you discuss any issues with that and part ways with as much grace and dignity as you can muster on both sides.
Anyway, I told her that a) I've never dumped anyone as far as I can remember, (which yes, means I'm a sad git who gets dumped.) and b) when my 11 and a half year relationship ended, I helped the girl move into her new flat and went round to see her a couple of times to see how she was settling in. We stayed in touch for a while after before eventually drifting our own ways. I'm still in touch and with my last ex, who I consider a friend, and finally c) I'm literally the guy who wouldn't hurt a fly. I kill or harm no creature on this planet intentionally, and if I do by accident, (e.g. I step on a spider or something,) I apologise!
Anyway, after I'd told her all this, she decided that I was a rather splendid chap with nought but honorable intentions, so she went and had "the chat" with Zoe instead! Bwa ha ha! Oh and she insisted I come along to her birthday bash at Alton Towers next weekend, if only to make her stoner boyfriend feel less of an outsider.
The weekend before we were at the wedding reception of a colleague, which I may have documented previously, so I'll leave it there.
This weekend we have no plans and I'm really looking forward to doing as much fuck all as possible.
In other news:
Weds evening turned a bit strange. As I was dropping a colleague off who I give a lift to, I got pulled by the police. I thought it was because I was wearing a beanie, (laugh if you like, but I've been followed home once and the cop said it was because I "looked shifty in that hat". Nice to see he's got time on his hands to follow bald men around who wear beanies to keep warm...) and looked 'the sort', but it turned out my tax disc was 4 months out of date! Yes, I am that crap at organising myself, although to be fair, that's a new record.
Then my boss rang me to tell me my desk had exploded. We have glass desks and after most people had left that evening, one girl bumped into my chair, which hit the desk, causing it to shatter. Health & safety? Not at our company... They hadn't even cleaned it up either. (A colleague ended up doing it in the morning and was not pleased.)
Last night we had a rock band night, which I bought on Tues when I was off work ill. Yeah I know, but I was feeling rough. Anyway, out of the 8 we invited, only two turned up, (everyone else had good reasons though,) and it was the two I least expected as one had said she couldn't make it and the other hadn't replied!
My old housemate was the first and she spent the entire time on the drums and loved it! Then she left and my other mate turned up a little while later, pretty stoned, with ciders and wanted to give it a go. He played guitar for a while & did ok but then tried the drums and ended up collapsed over the kit, silently shaking with laughter at his own uncoordinated-ness.
Brilliant.
So... 'supwhichoo?
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stenno:
Ahh I'm glad you guys remembered to go! I thought you may have forgotten 
Glad you enjoyed it, I get to see him in a couple of weeks 
Glad you enjoyed it, I get to see him in a couple of weeks 
nanci:
I had no hangover at all and got into work no problem for 8am! Go me! Our security guard at work who works as a bouncer thinks I may have been drugged though but I dont get how as it was a work thing and I really dont think work people would bother to drug me haha.