Xmas decorations up. Already.
Quite unbelievably, some fools near the Powlett Road roundabout have their Xmas decorations up already. In fact they’ve been up since the 8th. Sigh.
Archive for the ‘Christmas / New Year’
REJOICE!
Yes, it’s all over for another year! Let’s all dance and sing at the happy prospect of not having to do Xmas or New Years for the next 11 months and 21 days! I’ve recovered from last night’s “partying”, asfter spending the night fully clothed, the wrong way up on my bed. It’s been a while since I had a night like that!
I’ve just been sick
My throat tastes like burning. Chris is on his way home, though I’m not sure if he remembers where he lives.
It’s 2006.
Happy new year.
Xmas, gallery and SNOWCAMZ0R !!1!!!ONE!!11!2
Xmas wasn’t all that bad, I suppose. Actually it was quite good, despite the shitty letter I got through the post from where I work. It involves fat ladies singing. again. That’s all I’ll say about that, because I’ll only start off on a rant, then head out and murder three people with a spoon. More on that once I know more.
Sorry to all of the people I normally contact on Xmas Day, after the letter, I really didn’t feel like celebrating. So, maybe New Years, eh? :) Also, sorry to the people who tried to contact me through email. I’d set the size of my account to zero K.
Anyway, there’s a new feature on the site. The Gallery! Oh yes, it’s great. For those who saw it yesterday, I’ve changed the pictures. At the minute, there’s some pictures of Steetley being demolished up there, including some new ones Chris took a few months ago. They’re worth seeing.
The Snowcam is back!! It’s been hailing on and off all morning, and we’ve just had a flurry of snow.
None of it has laid/stuck/whatever you want to call it, but some other places in the UK have had a nice covering. You can click that image to get an automatically updating view, once every minute.
Battle Of the Blogs and The Goldmine
Well, the first inter-blog chess championship has kicked off. For you see, I have been challenged to a game by Big Bad Mick, the owner of recently added blog “Curried Books”, and regular commentator on this blog. As in, he makes comments on my postings, and doesn’t go around shouting “Ohhhh! Errrr, That’s quite remarkable!” . I somehow have a feeling that I’ll lose, but it’ll be good for a laugh anyway!
Last night, went to a do at The Goldmine… this used to be known as The Red Admiral, a pub I quite literally ripped apart in this post from November 2000. A lot has happened in the last 5 years, and it’s a vast improvement from my previous visit. Except for the smell… There was an overpowering smell of stagnant water from behind the bar. But the beer was delightfully cheap and plentiful.
In fact, everything was plentiful. The three-course meal laid on was something else. I’m not one for 3 courses, so I was stuffed after having the sodding starter. I took pictures. But the camera is downstairs, and I’m too lazy to grab it.
Chris took his camera, but I don’t think he took many pictures as his memory card was full. I’ll be interested to see how my pictures turned out now that I know my camera has that problem described earlier.
I took the camcorder too, despite having problems with it earlier in the day. The heads were clogged, and it kept flashing up a diagnostic error message asking for a cleaning tape, which I didn’t have. I did the old trick of playing a new tape all the way through, and that seemed to clear it up.
The picture looked something like this. Well, it looked exactly like this, because this is the picture I got while trying to play the tape.
To be honest, I’m not sure how good the pictures are anyway, seeing as it was far too dark in there. Highlight for me was singing “Summer of ‘69″, along with Hilda and Chris on the karaoke. Daddykins recorded the performance.
I WAS going to sing “The Way It Is”, seeing, as for the first time in my entire life, I saw it in a karaoke list. Actually, I was torn against that and “Snooker Loopy”, seeing as most of the people who were there I play snooker with whenever I’m not at work.
Well, during typing those sentences, I went down and got the camera. I don’t think there’s ever been a good picture of me taken. This one’s another to add onto the pile of shocking photos…
I was pretty pissed by that time, however.
I’ve just played the tape back of my karaoke performance. To everyone who was there, I’m so, so sorry. I apologise for having to endure the abomination that is known as my voice. Honestly. After hearing that, I feel like gargling with iron filings.
For those of you reading this who didn’t attend said event, click on the picture below to listen to a 13-second clip of exactly what I sound like, murdering a really good Bryan Adams song. (Don’t… it’s been removed for now)
Left to right, Me, Hilda and Chris.
Chris won a bottle of London Underground bubble bath in the raffle. Or rather, he won while he was otherwise engaged (i.e. out of the room, having a piss), so I chose it for him
The eagle-eyed amongst you will notice that the tape fucked up at the exact moment I took a snapshot of the image, So, there’s half of the Queens getting demolished in that image. The battery ran out on the camera.
A good night, all in all. I arrived home with a pad of karaoke request forms in my shirt pocket. So it must have been a good night.
And, a very happy 26th to Narbi Price. Someone who I’ve sadly lost touch with over the years since school.
