Can't be bothered anymore. Fuck it.
Talk tomorrow in all probability, my dear 0.5 of a reader.
The truth is gentlemen, I intend to high jack this site, sail it to Tortuga and find a crew, then sail around drinking, shagging and plundering my weasely black guts out!
Can't be bothered anymore. Fuck it.
Talk tomorrow in all probability, my dear 0.5 of a reader.
Having huge heaps of nothing to do all over my desk today, I thought I would have a quick squint on Wikipedia regarding Budapest.
Hmmm, very interesting - but a bit short on "go here for a good time and say Vladimir sent you" information.
Looks like my memory card in the camera is gonna get a bit full, as there seems to be much to point and click at.
Can't we go NOW S&F?
Purleeeeeeeeeeeeeez!
huh?
Bugger.
Shunning the delights of the pub for one lunch time, I went for a wander round Soho in the light rain. How romantic of me right?
Bollocks, I don't do romantic remember?
They do seem to be digging most of it up at the moment, so lots of colourful language from lines of trapped motorists waiting for diggers to get out of the way.
The rain has caused a general outbreak of wet weather gear, so no sights of great beauty were beheld.
Except for the very attractive "lady of negotable affection" sitting on a chair in the doorway of her flat, leaning foreward with her elbows on her knees, creating a very nice "shop window" effect with her wonderous cleavage.
So. No celebs spotted, no nutters doing very weird stuff, and no more blokes dressed as faireys. So nothing to report really.
I'll get me coat.
Done.
All of it.
All the work I had to do today. Finished it is - and why have I gone Yoda?
Nevermind. What exactly am I going to do now to occupy myself?
No, I am not doing THAT - I am in the office!
I know! ciggie break then hunt round Utube for some good rocking stuff.
the pub is off limits due to the amount of travel I have coming up this month. I need to save my money to squander in other cities. Ho well. You never know, I may come up with something interesting to write.
Yeah OK, you can stop laughing now.
Got a bit of work to get out of the way today, send some pillock a report he will do nothing with till the information is so out of date him doing anything with it is pointless, you know the sort of thing.
And then.....
Well the boss is out, which means all my workmates are adopting that "using the internet" stance at their desks.
You know, the chin resting on hand with elbow on desk while outher hand rests on the mouse pose that just screams "I am not working"
So I may be back.
A bit.
Just got to send a few emails first.
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