It’s typey time!
Well, yes. My internet connection has gone south for no reason at all. I suspect NTL have pressed the magic button in order to do some “maintainence” of some sort.
So, it’s approaching the end of another 3 days off. There’s just over 12 hours to go before I force myself to endure 3 days of utter pain again.
Though, this should spare an entry in the “Work Stuff” category, as I plan for that to be the only mention of that place. Except for a little later on in the post.
So, the three days off. Monday was spent mostly sleeping. I went around the Marina on the night with Coatesy.
We walked from Coatesy’s flat,to the bar, all of 50 metres. 25 metres into the fucking journey, I bump into the guy who runs the offy down the road, who had obviously been out on the tiles. He questioned me on how I didn’t go to his shop any more. I said something, not that it was important, because by the time I’d finished, he was introducing me as *the* computer god to all of his friends.
Imagine my dismay when one of his mates, who I’d never seen before, ever, came up with the the most generic of all questions in the whole history of the world ever….
“I’ve got this Windows and it gives me fatal errors”… Despite the fact I’d known this person for all of 6 seconds, he expected me to give him a full diagnostic of his PC.
“Oh, I dunno…. viruses?” I said. “Do you have a virus checker”?
“Er… yes. McCaffrey”, he replied. I did my best to not burst out laughing. Instead, I just said something like “Make sure it’s up to date and do a full virus scan”.
At that point, I think it became clear I was out to enjoy a night out, and not fix complete strangers computer problems.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter”, he said as he caught up with his friends, and I switched my brain back into living mode.
For the rest of the night, Coatesy’s phone never stopped ringing. His social circle has expanded to the level where he’s on first name terms with Paul “Goffy from Century FM, but he’s quit now” Gough. I’ve dreamed about status like that. Gone are the days where we sit, getting pissed to Burnout 2, with Bruce Hornsby blaring out of the nearest music playing recepticle.
So, I returned home at approx. 11:47 (the taxi was late and don’t forget, Powlett Road is blocked off), and I signed in to messenger. I can’t remember if there was a reason or not, but within 37 seconds, I was invited to Lisa’s birthday bash at Lloyds on Church Street the following evening. Without hesitation, I said I’d be there, and you’d better believe I was.
My sleep pattern was all to fuck, so I fell asleep on the sofa at about 1AM, and woke up at something like 7AM. I put some CDs on ebay, and no sooner had I listed about 20, Daddykins informed me that Wednesday and Thursday were 10p listing days. Grrrr, fuckers. I watched some more episodes of “Robot Chicken”, a show I’ve only just became acquainted with over the last 6 days. It’s the Family Guy writers/actors, with animated footage of action dolls. Sounds shit? It isn’t. Anyway, I laid watching that until 4PM, eventually, I fell asleep, even though I didn’t actually intend to. I was meant to be at Lloyds by 7:30!! Would I manage it? Luckily, yes. I’d told Daddykins to get me up in case I fell asleep.
I donned a fine shirt (my favourite one, blue and white, short sleeved), and I headed off to the bus stop, where it absolutely pissed down. Luckily, the bus shelter has a roof, so I stayed dry until my transportation arrived.
Just as I was about to get off the bus, my mobile rang. It was Dan, getting money out of the cashpoint next door to Lloyds.
I started it off… “Look behind you”.
“Behind me”? Dan replied.
“Yes, you see that bus?”
“What bus?”
“The one I’m about to get off… waaaaaaaaay, see me?”
The “waaay” means I’m frantically waving, for no reason at all.
He frantically waves back, and after I negotiate the zebra crossings, I also get money out of the cashpoint, and we enter Lloyds. There were already a few people out. Within minutes, I was already taking the role of the absolute fucking twat who owns the camera.
For taste and decency reasons, I won’t discuss the rest of the night, though I returned home at about 3AM.
I awoke at 9, the sound of my own breathing woke me up. How strange. I made use of the ebay cheap day and listed a load of CDs again. Usual URL.
I also spent the morning watching the athletics. I’m absolutely loving the theme music The Beeb have used for the European Chamionships coverage. I’m going to see if they still have that “ask the theme tune” thing for their sports shows.
