It’s that time of year again, and for only the second time I’m spending it at home. I wonder how much of a hash I’ll make of the turkey…
I cannot overestimate how great it is to not have any work to do (or at least, not be expected to do any). Beer, turkey and DVDs sound good to me.
My posting frequency seems to be dwindling lately. Still, if there’s anyone still checking this page every now and then, happy Christmas and a merry new year to you
Speaking of going overboard with post-Christmas sales, here is a photo of the trolley-full of chocolate I got on sale at Sainsburys. Oh yes.
I don’t think this photo does justice the sheer weight of artery-clogging, hyperactivity-triggering, sugary, cocoa-laden goodness that I’m diligently ploughing through.
Christmas is over for another year in about 7 minutes. A nice little haul today, which I’m pleased with. Now I wait for January, and the bank statement that confirms I overspent and now have enough to cover the rent and a pack of peanuts. Ho ho fucking ho.
Do you find that Christmas is simultaneously the best and worst day of the year? All the build-up and excitement, but by about 5pm you realise that the day is slowly slipping by for another year… (So says the guy wasting his last few minutes on a computer) Only in the cold, harsh reality of adulthood do you truly appreciate the Christmasses you had as a young’un.
Christmas is nearly upon us, and as if it hasn’t already been sodded up enough for me, I’m now starting a cold. I’ve become very efficient at being ill during Christmas - in fact, I racked up five consecutive Christmasses in bed coughing, sniffing, wheezing, sneezing and spluttering. Though obviously I haven’t been so ill I couldn’t open my presents. I’d have to be comatose for that.
Speaking of presents, in the context of a conversation about atrocious customer services, I managed to blurt out that I’d bought a present for the Missus from play.com. Bugger.
The conversation about crappy CS came about because Bulldog Broadband had helpfully neglected to deactivate my account yesterday, despite my giving them a month’s notice, as specified in their terms and conditions. Then some rude boy phone monkey tried to tell me I’d have to wait until January to rid myself of their shitty service. I didn’t put up with it. Shortly, he assured me it would be gone as of Monday. Woooo! The only snag is, when I reconnect to BT I have to get a new phone number.
While I’m having a public whinge, I should mention the fact I stripped the skin off my left thumb furiously playing X-Men Vs. Street Fighter on my Playstation last night. It doesn’t hurt as much as one would think, given how hideous it looks. Despite this, I spent the afternoon painting. albeit gingerly to avoid infecting my fresh wound with delicious acrylic goodness.
If anybody reading this is planning on getting me a Christmas present (and yes Louise this means you) I want a box of Crunchie bars. Not the crappy mini ones they put in Celebrations tins, but the proper ones.
I’ve started getting a Crunchie with my lunch every day from Tesco and am getting scarily addicted to them.
Reminds me of the time I was in school and would blow all my lunch money on a few packs of Space Raiders (which at the time were 10p and still are…) to fill up my savoury stomach, and then about 6 Cadbury Creme Eggs. My Dad was not impressed. So, in the ultimate act of being kind to be cruel he bought me THREE BOXES of Creme Eggs - that’s 144 gooey chocolatey treats.
Of course, one week and about 80 eggs in, I was sick of the fucking things, and never blew my lunch money on Creme Eggs again. A lesson hard learned.
The Northern Line finally reopened, but was predictably packed. Some idiot was standing way over the yellow line, so his shoulder and the bag over it was in the path of the oncoming train. Oblivious to this, he stood there until a nearby good samaritan forcibly pulled him away with all of one second spare. Should have pushed him, the prat.
I have started compiling a list of what I want for Christmas. It may seem early but Sainsburys now stock crackers, therefore it’s officially the run up to Christmas. Only three things populating said list right now. Must think.
Fortean Times reported a great story today about an image of the Pope appearing in a pancake. I simply had to post the picture. I mean, look at it! I need to cook more… maybe the face of God himself will appear on the underside of an overcooked fried egg that I can sell on eBay to an internet casino and make a tidy wad of cash.
I just watched a fantastic episode of South Park where some kid sells Cartman his pubes. Cartman does this because he wants to be a man, not knowing that you have to grow your own rather than buy them. So the rest of the episode revolves around Cartman trying unsuccessfully to get revenge on the kid, right until the end, where he finally gets his revenge by getting the kid’s parents shot dead. I’m so not doing it justice. I forget how funny South Park was, back in the day.
Work is a bit stop-and-start right now. We’re nearing the end of the work I’ve been doing for the last few months, and submitting a grant proposal for more funding, so I’m spending frantic half-hours completing “urgent” work then waiting a few more hours for dsome delegated tasks to trickle in.
This is probably my dullest entry yet…