Seven years old!
Once again, I entirely failed to post on the anniversary of this blog, which of couse, is November 4th. I’d like to say I’ve been busy, but that’s a bit of an overstatement, I’ve just had writers block. Something, which prevents me writing utter bollocks, and for whatever reason always occurs around this same time of year. It’s taken a few days for me to even attempt starting this post.
Saying that, I did write part of a post leading up to the anniversary, which I shall post here. Well, part of it, as the rest was crap.
It’s hard to think that 2,555 days ago, I’d have been sat at my desk, looking through an issue of PC Format, and discovering Blogger, a site once run by Pyra Labs, but now owned entirely by Google. Its sole purpose was to allow desperately bored webmasters such as myself create a web log, sort of like an online diary.
I had attempted this in the past, on older websites I used to own, rarely getting more than a week out of it before getting entirely bored with the idea. Of course, this was back in the “old” days, when I had to edit the pages manually. Blogger did this for me, and it did it well. It would also FTP the files for me, which means this was something else I didn’t have to do.
Unfortunately, Blogger, at the time, was not prepared for the influx of users such as myself who thought it would also be a good idea to do something like this. The servers would often completely fall over, sometimes entries couldn’t be saved and published, because the server hard drives would be full.
Blogger Pro was introduced, which gave extra features, such as a spell checker. Despite the fact I upgraded to Pro, I clearly never used that feature.
Obviously, this all changed, when Google took over. Blogger Pro was scrapped, and all of the users who upgraded either had the choice of receiving a refund, or a Blogger Hoodie. I opted for the latter choice. It arrived six weeks later, and after wearing it a couple of times, it disappeared and unfortunately, I have no idea where it is now. Awww.
God, that was dull. I won’t bother posting the rest, as it gets even more boring.
I think this goes to prove that there’s not been a lot happening in Mercuryvapour Towers. In fact, as I sit here, listening to the washer gurgling away, working its way through its pre-determined gurgle-cycle, I’m wondering if there’s anything actually worth writing about. Of course, the answer is no, but that’s never stopped me before.
Tuesday saw the return of “The Staff Day Night Out”, bringing this up to the third time I have ended up leaving work at 8AM, and been in the pub by 9AM. This edition consisted of John T, Gary S, Michael S, Angela, and of course, me. It ended with me falling out of Changes (York Road), after ringing Daddykins, my own personal Chauffer, to whisk me home.
Well, this was easier said than done. I’d had a few pints by this time, and was feeling the effect of the air. Unfortunately, due to the noisiness of said establishment, even during the day, I’d got mixed up at where I was getting picked up at. So, while I was waiting outside Wilkinsons for 20 minutes, Daddykins was waiting outside Wilsons, which is apparently the chemist on the corner of York Road. To top it all off, he didn’t even have his sodding mobile with him, so I ended up having to wait for him to get all of the way home, phone me up, ask me where I was, then get him to come all of the way back, this time with DEFINTE instructions on where we were going to meet. This did, however, put strain on my bladder, though it did mean that I had time to go back to Changes for a slash and get another pint in. Waheeeyooooh, my head’s hurning just thinking about it.
On the way home, we stopped off at a well-known DIY chain store, for Daddykins to pick up… stuff. I have explained in the past, that Daddykins is a Radio Ham, which means he talks in monosyllabic tones to other loners radio hams out there, often about nothing. Unfortunately, this means that the side of Mercuryvapour Towers actually resembes Telecom Tower. Nice.
His latest addition is something he built himself, made from string, wire and wooden poles, in a square formation, so it resembles one of those rotary outdoor clothes dryers. I’ve just been out to take a look at it for the first time, and I laughed so hard, my cock almost fell off. Thankfully, Stanley, the Mercuryvapour chicken, did not succomb to the effects of gravity and…… oh, I can’t be bothered finishing that bit off.
In other exciting news, Hartlepool, for the first time in well over a decade, has a direct rail link with London. Woooo! Now, I don’t know exactly why that excites me so much, but it does mean that I might take a trip down there one day and get some photos. It’ll be a bit of a hike, and naturally epensive (I think it mentioned something like £65 return standard), but naturally, it could make an interesting day out. One thing about the trains though, is that the tables have game boards painted on them, namely a 8×8 chequer board (for chess and draughts) and an Monopoly board. I’m sorry, but… a monopoly board? Who the hell thought that one through? In order to play Monopoly using said board, it means you have to carry a complete set of pieces around with you, including all of the hotels and houses, all of the cards, all of the money, the little metal pieces, the dice… and what happens when you “tilt” on a bend, meaning that your carefully placed pieces go hurtling across the table, and onto the floor? See, chess/draughts wouldn’t be too bad, but a game as complex as monopoly being played in a train carriage? You’re ‘avin a laaaarf!
See, this is the type of bullshit that keeps me awake at night.
November 10th, 2007 at 10:07:50 am
Scrib, this is the kind of bullshit that is keeping me entertained during my maternity leave. Please please update more often!! :o)
November 10th, 2007 at 7:58:05 pm
I annoyed that your ‘crap’ writing is hugely superior to my best writing. Swine.