The new years (beltain) celebrations begin!

Could be suffering tomorrow. If we do it right of course.

In other news, Cleopatra - one of S&F's cats - leapt from the floor onto my left shoulder blade and clung on with her claws as I was sat at the pc earlier. She would have made the asscent to the top of my shoulder, had I not screamed like a girl!

So she spun around, using more claws for purchase and launched herself back off into the hall way. Little cow!

She is still my favourite though.

The weekend has finally hit home, and I am knackered and ready for sleep. All that walking and fresh air. Too much for an old man you know.

Ahem.

And tonight I am going to S&F's for a little beltaine drinky and food up (in place of the Tuesday night thing that we normally do) Where will I get the energy? Who knonws.

And by the way, one of you is putting up loads of friends only posts from weeks ago. Don't know if you know your doing it - just thought I'd mention it but as they are friends only I dont wanna say who.

Excuse me my brain is not working very well due to dullardarity cause by walkiostomy.

Or something.

Still it's a cracking day out there eh?

Avebury is a very pretty place. Some of the village is within an ancient circle of standing stones. This means it atracts some of the more "colourful" strands of our population especially as it was the weekend before Beltaine or Pagan new year if you like (It's new years eve today by the way)

So the pub we had lunch in had a smattering of regular tourists and a dusting of rather gothy looking young women with cloakes and staffs, "Druids" in white roabs and some other people, accompained by various breeds of dog (string lead optional) and knobs in Anarchey t-shirts playing accoustic guitars. In fact when we left the front carpark looked like most of Camden Lock had moved in. Hey - whatever, free country and all that.

We had a wander round the stones, some quadrants of the circle are used as sheep pasture. As we were picking our way through the sheep shit and lambs, one rather large sheep got up and started to call for its children as she had decided the old udder was a bit full and needed emptying.

As she ambled past us going "Bhaaaaa!" she suddenly changed her mind about her species and went "Mooooo!"

"Did that sheep just go mooo?" I asked our group.
"I think it did!" said Mr S,
"I thought that!" said Jo.

"Moooooo!" it went again, causing much giggling from Sarah and a general scratching of heads from us.

Well they do say these stone circles have strange powers you know.....

Tis a glorious day out there.

The streets are just full of loveliness. May have to (just in the interests of Anthropolgy of course)find a fitting vantage point this lunch time and gaze upon the cavalcade.

HO YUS.

I may be knackered after the weekends trek, but I am not bloody dead yet. Still got a pulse.

Yes yes, I know. Another standard mucky post from Old Nick.

OK, I will tell you about the sheep in a little while then OK.

The Chalice Well at Glastonbury

The lions head, where the Red sping first comes out. The red colour is due to the iron deposits. It rises in the well pictured above.

after rising at the well and flowing out through the lions head, the water cascades down into Arthurs court.

Our first stop of the weekend was at Avebury, which is in a circle of big staning stones.

Our last stop was in Bath.

EDIT - Mrs F has asked for some piccs of the White Spring.

The White spring rises next to the one in the Chalice Well garden, which is known as the red spring as well. The white spring building is just over a small road and is in a very dark candle lit building, with the water running in channels around the foot of the walls and across the floor. It has the atmosphere of a squat, but friendly and with out the heroin addicts knodding out all over the place. I liked it.

Enough for now, sure your all sick of me and my camera.

Time for bed.

This weekend I found myself in the Black Shuck (Jo's Focus) heading down to Avebury, Glastonbury and Bath along with The powder Monkey (Sarah) Jo, Shipscook and Mrs F. The picture below was taken half way up Glastonbury Tor, and if you think it looks steep and high in the picture think about this - we are only just over half way up and the reeeely steep bit is behind us. I think it looks like some sort of Pink Floyd/hypgonsis album cover.

Sarah, Jo, Mrs F and I got to the top (Shipscook parked himself on a bench at the foot of the hill and declared himself "basecamp") with Sarah and I coming joint first. And I was pleased that I was not too out of breath considering I had to keep up with a 7 year old part mountain goat and I smoke too much and am 44. Yayy old meeee! The view from the top was great and you can get some idea how high we were form this

After taking in the fantastic view and getting our breath back, Sarah took off down the Tor like a rocket with Mrs F in persuit. Jo and I followed on and I took this over my shoulder just before the realy steep stuff started again.

Prior to all this up and down malarky we had been getting all spirtualy and the like in the Chalice well gardens (beautiful and peaceful) before heading to bath. Our first stop of the day was in Avebury, a Village within an ancient stone circle. Where we witnessed a sheep that went Moooo, not Bah. Seriously freaky kiddies and no - I was not drunk. The crew of the Black Shuck were with me and all heard it as well. More another time, just going to have a wee snort of Blackcurrant Rum - one of the best things they sell at Avebury.

Later!

"Alas poor Yorik, I knew him horatio! A man of infinate annoyance and bollocks, who verily thou wouldst gouge out the very eyes of the knave should he so choose to blacken your commute to work buy sullying your solitude with his presence on the seat next to you, on the very bus of your transport.

And with joy you would watch the blood spill from those bruse-ed eye sockets and then woe! as it does corrupt the purity of your fresh dry clean-ed trouser! But trouble ye not for ye hath ridden the sainted earth of England of a vile and evil dickwad and shall forever have your name spoken with awe in avalon."

Or something.

I think I have just confused Firelight as regards the laughably huge and mental american rock institution that is KISS. Much as they make me laugh and I think there music sucks, you have to admire there money making ability.

I have tonight been moaned at in a nice way (easy! let me explain) by a friend over Channel 136 (another feckin plug - but its only for rockers) due to the fact that they cant see it at home due to no internet, and cant listen to it at work due to, well erm work reeeely. Huge slabs of rock hammering out of the old pc would not go down too well.

I did not have it in my heart to say HEADPHONES BABY! because, erm I was drunk and forgot.

I have had Mr S's meaty balls in my mouth tonight, and they tasted very good. It was a recipie he adapted from something on the Hairy Bikers Cookery programme and, ......what? well what EXACTLY did you think I meant.

Jeeeez you people are SCUM!

thats why I like you.

Anyway.

I have to go to bed before tomorrow. As I have to get up at "what! fuck off" O'Clock in the morning, about half an hour before I normally go to bed, to go orf to some ancient Celtic/pagan/christian/tourist sites somewhere over there (Waves hand in the general direction of away)

So.

What was I saying again.

eeeeep.

It was love at first sight. She was slim and olive skinned, waist length black hair, petite and yet curvy. I saw her at the other end of the street (thank god for long sightedness) and watched her walk towards me. I didn’t stare but kept looking up to check how much closer she had got. Blimey she was lovely.

She got to within ten feet of me and we made eye contact, and she smiled and kept looking into my eyes as she walked up and smiled. “Thank you God!” I thought. Then she spoke

“Excuuuse me?” in some wonderful foreign accent (melt!)
“Do yooo av a ceegarette I coood av pleees? Zorrry”

FUCK! Bloody typical. I hate people that ask for cigarettes from complete strangers. And here is me thinking I’m irresistible. Bugger.

So what did I do?

I gave her one of course!

Ahem.

About half an hour ago, for no apparent reason “park life” by Blur started to play out of our tanoy system in the office. Not a normal thing for a Friday. After a few verses, it cut out to be replaced by the voice of a rather confused sounding individual telling us that they would be testing the buildings fire alarm system, and we would be intermittently hearing the fire alarm going off. We were instructed to not respond to any alarms heard.

And this work would be going on FOR TWO HOURS!

It has been 45 minutes so far and at no easily predictable interval our BLOODY LOUD fire alarms go off for a couple of seconds – then nothing. Leaving you sitting at your desk wondering when they will go off again. Christ they make you jump when they do go off!

So I have whacked in the headphones and am cranking “Badlands” album “Dusk” at volume to drown out the bursts of horrible squawky noise.

But it is starting to get to my colleagues by the look of it.

They seem even more jumpy than normal.

Hehehehe.

Pisces stars in the Metro today:

“The best prediction I can offer for the weekend is: expect the unexpected. Also expect it to be exciting, breathtaking and maybe life-changing. Behave!”

 

Wha? I am off to Avebury, Glastonbury and Bath this weekend with Sarah, Jo and S&F, so what is going to happen that’s going to be so life changing? I live in hope.

I confidently predict than any single fishes will be engaged by the end of the weekend!

(This is not a guarantee, no money will be offered back as compensation for broken heart and your home could be at risk if you don’t pay attention)

And as for the behave bit….really, me? When have I ever mis-behaved? 

Still you know I do not believe a word of this sort of rubbish. No I don’t, not at all.

My bloody evil mp3 player and all the associated gubbins on the pc is now finally behaving itself. True, I now have an empty mp3 and a music library consisting of hardly anything but at least it gets song information.

I remedied the situation by down loading a free up grade from those cunts wonderful people at Sony which only took ALL FUCKING EVENING! to down load, then restart the pc, then initialise.

BOLLOCKS!

So now I am going to bed to dream of the fun I am going to have putting CD's onto the pc and eventually onto the bastid MP3.

Someone explain to me again what a great idea pc based music systems are again?

No don't bother

You might get punched very, very hard.

Goodnight.

Gazing my gazing stare out of the window of Mollys this lunchtime, I espied a “young” fella coming down the street. I say “young” because he was in fact younger than me by about 10 years, but the manor of his attire was what stopped me looking at the ladies for at least five minutes.

And what was his mode of favoured dress today I here you pant in anticipation? Allow me to describe his sartorial mode:

Apon the feet were a large pair of motor cycle boots, his legs were clad in the tightest black denim the sweat shops of Asia could provided, his upper torso was clad in a rock logo adorned t-shirt and leather jacket – both sans sleeves, his hands were in a pair of fingerless leather gloves and atop his noggin he had a hat that possesed a style that has last been seen apon the head of people such as J.Page, Axl Rose and the odd SS/Nazi captain. In short, he was dressed to rock baby!

Which, considering that it was hardly 13.45 of the afternoon clock, was a tad odd. With all the good rock bars shut and the party and clubbing hours some way off, he stuck out like a pork pie at a Jewish Wedding. About as much as I would have stuck out pottering down Charing Cross Road in full pirate gear. (Actually with me dressed like that, we would have made a good team)

He stopped outside Macarris Musical Instruments for a while; hands in pockets and a pensive look on his face while he briefly perused their wares. Then he was off again, his shoulder blade length hair a-trailing behind him.

And although I had a little smile to myself at his total standoutishness, I could not help but think

“You fucking go for it fella!”

The huge riff playing in my ears on Y.Malmsteens strat tells me it's time for lunch.

Bugger all this working and not blogging.

Me no like.

All I can do is nip in and out and I know I am going to miss some stuff.

Anyway lunch time is heeeeeere and time to get out of this miserable little office.

Do not listen to anymore blues albums while doing this job - it's not as if it is not depressing enough already!

Hmmph, more coffee.

Right

Have no idea what is going to come out here. Couldn't use BCUK for ages yesterday afternoon so could not read all your stuff.

could not catch up when I got home because I got engaged in another three way battle between me, the pc and the mp3 player. Lets just say at one point - even though I was in an empty house - I put my hand over my mouth and SCREEEMED a list of very rude words at full volume just to get the anger out. I do rage really well with inanimate objects. Also managed to make my back hurt by sitting awkwardly while extremely angry. Had to go to bed covered in pain killing creme stuff and try very hard to relax.

So that took up most of the evening, got me nice and tense and stopped me from catching up with posts.

Also had a phone call from someone who only remembers my phone number when they are drunk, but what can you do.

So I had a quick squint round this morning and my! we are a happy bunch of people - and healthy too!

Ahem.

So I have to go, I am really stuffed on the work front and have heaps to get on with, I am worried about a number of people on here for reasons various, and I need a coffee of such strength it would revive a dead bull Elephant!

All ready to go out to customers.

That's 52 potential calls from angry people by about, ooooooo Friday I would say.

Just in time to wind me up before my trip to Avebury and Glastonbury and Bath and where ever else was on the agenda.

I think I here Molly Mogg's calling meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Well it is lunch time, and I can see if they have fixed the impromtu fountain the workmen created in Old Compton Street.

Just like to say sorry to S&F for my bad mood this morning.

When Mrs F came to wake me up with a cheery "Goodmorning Darling" all she got back was "Arfafucksakebugroffanleemealoneyasnurglemessafugg"

I awoke feeling snappy and angry for no good reason, apart maybe from the pain in my right leg due to a possible trapped nerve.

Anyway, very sorry for all that.

I am beset by work, foul corrupter of free time that it is, and yet I am feeling fine and dandy.

How very very odd.

Could be that the boss has taken the afternoon off, and "she" is still on the loose.

And I get to eat some of Mr S's fine cooking tonight. Even if he is just doing a pie for us (and that is NOT a euphemism) I will be happy. And of course I will snaffle some of his booze. Ahem.

And we are all off to Glastonbury this weekend.

No we are not starting a tunnel to get into the festival, we are going to see "the sites" as it were.

So there.

"She" is back in the office today.

Sigh.........

Showing more hips and belly.

Eeeeeep.

Just been sitting in Mollys (for a change) and found myself wondering why all the white vans that were pulling up outside to turn left into Charing Cross Road were wet and had their windscreen wipers on.

Hmm, well yesterday there was a group of workers diggign up the road on the corner, and they were today a little further down the street (Old Compton St.) When I walked by on my way to the pub, the same guy was working the mechanical digger as yesterday and when I watched him doing the digging thang yesterday he seemed very competant.

But today when I poured myself out of the bar I had a quick look round the corner to see why all the vans had been wet, and lo!

There, spraying 15ft into the air out of the trench he had been digging, was a very nice impromtue fountain. And not one workman to be seen.

Must have legged it as soon as the pipe went bang.

But

Just like the lovely lynn I have nothing to say this morning.

But being me, it will take me a lot longer to say it and I will use far more words.

Main words in use this morning are

BOLLOCKS

ARFUCKITYABASTARD

SALOADAWANK

BUGROFF.

I have an invitation to join someones Myspace friends list!

I have hardly done anything on my space except have a listen to the stuff Kizlode has put up of our old band.

But I cant view the persons profile from this pc because at home the links don't work in emails and copying it into the browser bar thing don't get me to a profile page.

Hmmmmm. I will save the email and have a look from work as the links work better from there.

It's a mystery! Ooooo exciting innit.

Ahem.

OK, I'm a sad old git in need of a life alright!

Just managed to work out how to replenish my MP3 player on this rubbish PC as the programme that came with it will not now get album information off the net.

It involved using windows media player, opening a file to veiw the stuff on the MP3 now and deleting it, so I could (and am doing as we speak) load up all the albums and tracks I have loaded into media player.

THANK GOD FOR THAT.

But having spent the last month or so listening to the same albums made me think. I was actually taking the music in more - I liked all the albums obviously but repeated listening made me like some of them a lot more and realise how good they were.

The thing is that when you have a lot of music, you stop listening properly. Gone are the days when I would sit down and just listen to an album properly - too much to do. And when I was younger I had far fewer albums so repeated playing of certain bands just made me more fond of the songs. And you spot more little bits you never noticed when you re listen regularly.

I do try to get some time to come in here, lower the lights or light some candles and just sit and listen to some music and really just let it work on me, make me see things and feel things. If it's an old one I will remember places and people and the feelings from that time, good and bad. If it's new or not been digested properly I just sit and enjoy it - listen to the production and playing (and find myself figuring out what the guitarist is up to and what effects he is using)

I must do it more often. It may calm me down a little in general.

(EDIT this went up in Channel 136 by mistake, I am not used to being multi-blogual yet)

(EDIT 2 I FUCKING HATE MP3 PLAYERS AND THIS FUCKING COMPUTER IN PARTICULAR - AFTER SITTING HERE AND TELLING ME IT WAS LOADING THE MP3, IT DID FUCK ALL AND I HAVE AN EMPTY MPCUNTING3 PLAYER.FUCK IT - IT AND THIS MACHINE ARE SO CLOSE TO BEING SMASHED TO BITS ITS UNTRUE!)

I just had to tear myself away from the fun here at the pc/coalface and have a “comfort break”

As I went into the toilet there was an IT guy stood at the urinal, with his cock in his hands, talking away on his stupid blue tooth headset.

Now I don’t know about you but I would be rather offended to discover somebody I was talking to on a mobile phone was holding his cock at the same time!

Well, I would if it was a work related call anyway.

Ahem.

This working properly lark ia a pain in the arse.

Gets in the way of all the essential blogging of bollocks that I need to do.

OK so work may be the thing that enables me to live my highly lavish lifestlye (ahem!) but ya gotta have some money from somewhere.

And it annoys me that I cant play with my friends.

I will try to catch up at home but it is a bit hard on our gas powered pc. It takes far too long to even switch between page veiws!

And I reeeeeely should try to spend time with the family rather than staring at a small glowing screen yadda yadda yadda.

Hope you are all having fun.

Lucky BASTARDS!

This post was brought to you by a desperate need to not be forgotten.

or something.

I mentioned last week that our signing in sheet had been changed and some boxes added for you to put the time you got in and the time you left in?

Well this morning it has gone back to normal and you just have to sign in (no time box). Which is as it should be as it is just supposedly for fire evacuations.

Could this be that myself and some of my collegues ignored all the other boxes and just put our signatures w