Fot those of you who don't speak Bugs Bunny thats an attack of "the nerves"

About going to Liverpool on Friday.

Why? Well since last year I get more nervous about everything, but I'm getting better. And the reason I had them was I realised I had not sorted out what clothes I was taking as I was still sheparding Sarah through her bed time routine of teeth brushing, milk drinking and book reading.

and some other things are binging round my brain doing stupid stuff to the old mental pathways. Ho hum.

It's not as if it was hard to do - pick up some t-shirts and underwear and put them in my back pack - easy.

And having done it I feel better. So tomorrow I stay at S&F's so on Friday morning we can start our epic train journey to "de Pool"

At least we are going first class.

eeeeeep!

Our favourite happy wanderer from the Canadian wilderness has got off a train at the wrong place.

D'OH!

So she is a couple of hours late but OK and headed now in the right direction.

Well she has done very well so far.

And Leeds is easy to miss. I suppose.

heh.

The first letter of my first name is “N” (No! reeeeeeeeeeely?)

Stuff that starts with N

Famous Singer: Noddy Holder.

Four letter word: Nuts.

Street that you have been down: New Bond Street.

Colour that expresses your mental
State: Neige – a new and exciting dull colour

Gift/Present you would like to
Receive: New computer.

Type of Vehicle: NASCAR racing saloon.

Things in a souvenir shop: Naff over priced crap my daughter buys.

Boy Name: Nick. (Why not)

Girl name: Nancy

Favourite movie title: Nite of the living dead (look, that’s right ok!)

Alcoholic Drink: Nasty cheap Vodka!

Occupation: Night Watchman. (As in Terry Pratchet)

Famous Celebrity: Nigel Havers.

Magazine: Nice Rack monthly. (I made it up. Honest)

UK city: Norwich.

US city: New York. (that took some time!)

Fruit: Nectarine.

Reason for being late for work: Narcolepsy.

Something you throw away: Nasty old pants (pay attention Row)

Something you shout: “Now would be good you C*NT!” – Geat for getting a table at “the Ivy” ahem.

Well that filled some time and wasted some of yours.

Normally when I am bored and bereft of work, I do some sort of stupid list.

But I cant think of anything to do. Five wossnames you would thingey, Five occasions you have doodahed in public, Five wotists you would love to ahem, Five times you have had to thingey without oooja.

Nothing, total lack of inspiration.

bugger.

Maybe something will come to mind after a ciggie. Some daft tale of wotsit from my past.

God,

Me and Shakespere eh,

you cant see the join.

Meh.

I have checked through the files on the team drive in which work is put ready for us eager workers to download and deal with.

And they are all empty.

And my manager is on leave today.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm. So, I have nothing to do and all day to do it in.

Yayy!

How long do you recon before depression and boredom kick in?

If I don't want to stand out like a sore (soon to be mugged) thumb.

"ere geezer! gis anova drink ovar 'ere when yer reddy!"

"Fuck my old boots!"

"Oh right, thas da famous Liverfuckingpudlian sense of humour is ya caaant!"

"Acutually barman, could I have a straw with that?"

"I don't actually rate John Lennon at all, and his wife! jeeeeez"

"eh calm down! calm down! and stop standing on my neck! Officer"

Only kidding. I am looking forward to it, never been to Liverpool. Promise not to bring any monkeys.

eeeeep.

NOT!

An add on a billboard at the station was trying to convince me that a new sparkly phone/palm/organiser/beeping bastard/colour screened/ thing was what I needed most in the world.

But what genius thought of the strap line

“Feet on the platform – Head in the office”

WHAT! Fuck right and most directly off at your earliest convenience and take your crap advert and flashing peeping toy with you.

It would have been more truthful to have

“Now the bastards will expect you to do even more hours for the same shite pay”

And frankly, when my feet are on the platform, my head is far from the office and that is fine and dandy. Ok it may be filled with monkeys, it may be filled with longing for ideal situations/fantasy worlds, it may be filled with happy memories of chats and times with friends, it may be filled with water and have something nasty floating in it, but it IS NOT going to be in the bloody office thank you so very chuffing much.

Even when I get to the damn office my head isn’t here most of the time.

And I like it that way.