Sitting here having a quick squint at blogs before shutting the pc down, after a very hard day at work (well hard-ish, 8 hours with no lunch break, just a quick sarnie at my desk)

I have a large Ouzo and coke in one hand.

And a new "Tripple Goddess" Tattoo on my left upper arm/shoulder.

(Friends can see it in my media)

Some how, having a tattoo makes you feel just a leeeeeeetle bit more "Rock n Roll"

I know some of you have loads more than just one - but ya gotta start somewhere right?

Details tomorrow.

G'night.
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The toilets in this new office are small, so in the gents there is only room for two cubicles (or Garry Glitters as I call them) and two washbasins. No urinals – this means that the chaps have to pee into the toilet.

I am amazed how many blokes can’t get there head round picking up the damn seat before they start peeing! I am not cleaning someone’s piss before I can have a pony!

And even if they do have the brainpower to think to pick the seat up, they seam to have no sense of aim at all, almost like they are in the grip of some disease that makes their hands shake and send little droplets of wiz all over the place!

Christ my aim is sniper accurate compared to some people apparently!

In other news,

Enjoying your lunch where you?

Is what I wanted to say to the young guy that sat next to me on the train this morning. A huge cloud of stale sweat smell billowed out as he dropped into the seat next to me!

God I hate that, and people say smokers smell bad.

OK we do, but I hope never to atain that level of stench!

That has to be one of the worst things about public transport - The Public!

In other news, loads to do today here at work with more unrealistic requests coming in from our totally out of contact section boss. Over 300 records checked and corrected by close of play yesterday, from a system that wont give us a report that we can work on? Certainly your madship. Like fuck.

Anyway, onwards and sideways.