Could go to bed.

Could sit here wondering why no one is blogging much.

Could go trolling about looking for potential new friends.

Could phone someone and do my "famous" impression of the Darth Vader/Ben Kenobi showdown in Star Wars.......hang on, already done that.

Could go looking on the internet for something entertaining. (and seeing as I am a bloke we all know how that is going to end up. Ahem)

Could do that game where you take the filters off your search engine and search for images by typing in all your ex partners names. I think it's called "Christ she never looked like THAT! mores the pity"

Could have a twang on a guitar, not plugged in of course.

OR.

I could do the sensible thing and go to bed, as I do have to deal with some rather complicated old bollocks tomorrow that I tried to get my head round last week and failed miserably.

But if I can't do it tired and with a slight hangover, its never gonna work is it?

Ho hum.

Grrr! I am no longer getting notifications of replies to posts! Even when at work I noticed this and check that the box for getting email notifications was ticked (and it was) cant check it now because the damn site is too slow again from home. Using the laptop jackobite lent me helped for a couple of weeks but now, when I do finaly get in to my own blog I get the low graphics version, and that only after an age of waiting. And getting into other peoples blogs or going onto the next page is a bloody no-no!

Even a friend told me today that trying to look at the site as a visitor was taking ages from their supa doopa work pc! something is going on.

Mind you, I am not doing well with tech today. Two texts sent to me this morning at 8.30 only got to me at 4.10 this afternoon!

Tonight we had the first couple come to look at the house. They were nice but did not seem that impressed. I hope we get some more viewings soon. I was nervous as hell before they got here for some reason but was calm once they arrived. We shall see.

And thank you "you know who" for the sick text about a recently deceased childs tv presenter, which I am sure he sent to many of you. I forwarded it a bit myself. Ahem.

Anyway, please dont think I am ignoring your comments today, I just didn't realise till I checked some of my posts that I had any.

And what with the site being (seemingly at least) a bit slow from here I may not be doing much blogging tonight.

But have a good evening all of you.

Je suis tres BORED!

Manager is gone for the day, I am "on top" of all my work (ahem) and need distraction.

Also possibly picking up my mortgage cert tonight from the estate agents.....oh yay! someone has agreed to make me skint for the rest of my life. Yip fucking Eeeeee!

And of course I am going "home".

So, I DEMAND ENTERTAINMENT!

Was a time roun' these parts (said Nick slipping into his old Western prospecter routine) whena all yus could see on here wuz amuszin' posts for miles and miles....tales of pervy welsh custard, Cats doing fings on camera wid dem there amoosin' captions...people confessin' all kindsa crap...shucks. 'Taint like da old days adalll..

COME ON PEOPLE.

GET YA FINGERS OUT!

I have been looking round this office floor at the “hairstyles” of the other blokes. This cropped head look is very “in” it appears. People older than me and younger than me, it is quite a widespread look.

Which means that I now look like one of them!

Well OK, I am not wearing the shirt and tie and suit malarkey – still in the black t-shirts and combats and clumpy boots, but I look almost normal now!

I know having long hair in a F.Rossi stylee while going bald gave many people a good chance to laugh and point, but at least I had a little bit of difference between me and “them”

Now if I was to stand in an airport departure lounge this summer wearing an “Engerland” football top you would not be able to pick me out from all the other crop headed brits mooching about with there 2.4 kids in identical garb.

Urrrrgh.

Maybe I need more tattoos………