Sunday, September 28, 2003

berlimey! am I missing something here or what???? Let me know what you think, in an objective, non-judgemental, accepting of diversity kinda way. M'kay?

snogs

posted by Andy 00:42

Saturday, September 27, 2003

Go on! Have a laugh!

30 mins of aural pleasure ;o) and don't forget... early to bed, early to rise... means you never see anyone else!

silly snogs

posted by Andy 00:36

Thursday, September 25, 2003

6 and a half hours to open the post!!!!

Yup, I'm deffo back in the saddle at work. Monday was Uni and Tuesday we had Human Rights training in Bedford with the gorgeous Caroline *swoons*... but today was an office day. After six weeks on the sick I arrived back to... guess? Yup! six weeks of post, six weeks of e-mails and an answering machine that gave up the ghost about a month ago. So much for my loving boss's assurances in early August that she would "look after everything", *rolls eyes*. So as stated above it took over 6.5 hours, or 390 minutes if you prefer, to open and prioritise the mail. Tomorrow I have to action it... like avoiding having the phone cut off, finding out how many volunteers I have left etc etc etc ad infinitum. People say I should complain... and part of me agrees, but, hey, rocking boats is stressful! I'll keep it up my sleeve in case it's needed later... hehehehe *laughs demoniacally*

I did enjoy meeting the gorgeous Carolina who is originally from Colombia. She gave an excellent presentation on European/British human rights legislation, with particular emphasis on the relevance to mental health issues. (ok, so I just fancied her really ;o), had a nice chat at lunch we did :o)))))) hehe). Only cloud on Tuesday was getting fucked about by National Rail Enquiries. Yes YOU! You bunch of incompetent fuck-wits! (so sue me) I mean I checked the web-site the night before, which told me I had to get a "relacement bus service from Bedford Bus station" on my return and being a conscientious chap I phoned them the next day to check, "yes sir, you have to get a bus from Bedford bus station" (not once, but thrice I call them, same message). So stupidlty I believe them and find Bedford bus station... but no replacement bus. I speak with the station Inspector "no replacement buses from 'ere today", I call Rail Enq's AGAIN, this time the bastard cuts me off... so I call again and the guy gives me the number of Virgin Trains... I call Virgin Trains queuing system... finally speak to a guy who looks on his system and draws a blank about the bus but takes my number and says "I'll make a few calls and phone you back", he is as good as his word and 20 minutes later he phones back and tells me they (Rail Enquiries) have been talking bollocks and that thee have been no problems with the trains all day! Weeeeeaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!!!!!! By the time I find this out I am pissed off and have a further mile to walk to the train station, and then 30 minutes to wait for the train to Bletchley... then... hoorah! no direct train to Northampton but a 20 minute wait for a train to go one bleeding station to Milton fucking Keynes to wait another 30 mins for a train to go two stops to Northampton. Upshot is that Anday was bleeding tired, cold and pissed off!!!!
Remind me... please, next time I'm going to Bedford to please catch the X5 coach??? please???

Fuck 08457 484950... but...

snogs 2u nice folk

posted by Andy 20:52

Sunday, September 21, 2003

Huge Guinea Pigs!

Hey, you've read the news I guess? These mad 60's, acid-casualty, archeologists have found some fossils and sussed out that "hey man!!!!!! Like... errr... it's this, like... huge.... guinea pig, man!!!!!" Jesus! Next thing you know they'll be finding a fossilised health service and making up some weird explanation using carbon dating of the contents of it's stomach to determine that it lived by taxation alone and was saprophitic in that it returned health care to all, free at the point of access in return for the taxation it sucked from the host. Now if you accept this theorum then you have to account for the extinction too, right? Well as I understand it, a saprophytic existence relies on a give and take balancey type thingummy (stop me if I'm too technical) and it appears that the benefits that the NHS was giving to the host became negligible in comparison to the food that the NHS was sucking from the host... and so the NHS became a pest and was swatted by the populus as it became increasingly more irritating and needy and in response the NHS became less common and developed protective behaviours bordering on aggression. This is the state of affairs we now find ourselves existing in. However one further complication has emerged... as the NHS has become less succesful... a double whammy occurred... the introduction of a non-native species of private health care which was introduced in the 1980's and, like the grey squirrel, has slowly gained dominance over the indigenous NHS. Not only this but interbreeding has steadily occurred thus weakening the NHS gene-pool. Make of this what you will, but whatever you do, be sure to chuck another egg at David Blaine? ok?

tax-exempt snogs to you all

posted by Andy 01:08

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Hot and sweaty! hahahaha

Don't know why I said that, just made me laugh I suppose; plus the fact that it's still pretty warm here. Today has been a catch up on sleep day after Sunday night... or rather Monday morning. To elucidate, I had Jit stay over for the weekend and Saturday night had been a late affair watching comedy shows till dawn, so Sunday didn't start until the afternoon and involved much flumping around and yawning resulting in my cooking being delayed until 7pm. I love cooking for people and should do it more often really, even though I have a tiny kitchen and my fridge died a couple of months ago as you may remember. Ok, back to the story. For some reason I had decided to cook a veggie casserole with herb dumplings and roast spuds... good autumnal, fireside on a dark evening type food. An odd choice for a hot Sunday but what the hell. Only problem is that you have to cook it slowly over 2-3 hours so that it thickens up and gets mouth-gasmic and starting at 7pm meant we weren't going to eat until 10pm. It was a cool meal though, I was impressed, lol.
The thing that really got me tired though, was the Hindi film we watched till 3am. Now I'm not usually a huge fan of this genre, but it just grabbed me. It was so theatrical with loads of symbolism, colour and the emotional highs & lows emphasised with music. I was hooked in any case. It makes a change from the modern American films with their, ahem, "subtle" dialogue (mumbled or screamed IMHO) and faux-realism. Made me think that Hindi films are escapism in the same way that films and musicals of the 30's and 40's were (see Woody Allen's Purple Rose of Cairo) and that back then ordinary people were less affluent and led harder lives so the escapism of those old films is like the escapism that Hindi films continue to provide in the sub-continent. That's my theory anyhow.

Romantic snogs (with one foot on the floor at all times) 2u

posted by Andy 19:56

Thursday, September 11, 2003

The Lonesome Duvet

Life appears to be a slightly more agreeable hue this week, that is apart from my lonesome duvet. Honstly, it gets so lonely all alone on my bed... it is really glad to see me when I snuggle up to it at night and in the morning the problems begin. The lonesome duvet tells me to ignore the alarm(s) and whispers sweey nothings in my ear like "if you really loved me you'd stay here with me", "I'll be so lonely if you get up and leave me", "just another 30 minutes... it's so nice lying here with you"... I mean who can resist that sort of temptation? It's like the mythological Sirens who sweet-talked sailors into smashing their ships on the rocks... well... kind've I guess.
Uni and work beckon me in the next couple of weeks so I guess I have to get my shit together. Thankfully I have enlisted someone to give me a "get out of that fuckin bed!!!" wake up call just to give me a bit of a nudge you know. Ok, so it's lame, but since when did I say I was a great guy? huh? huh?
Go visit my nice commenter please.

And may the snogs be with you

posted by Andy 20:42

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

Hello playmates!

Guess I'm feeling a little better than of late. Wish I could drag myself into the daylight in the AM though. Tonight I've been out for the first time in over a month. Yup! Indeed it was my first foray into licensed premises for a month or so too! woo! Met up with Matt at the Shovel and had a good natter... I guess I needed to try and get out into the real world again. Don't get me wrong, it's great alking with Matt and the support I have had from friends online and what-have-you is great, but when push comes to shove it's down to you (meaning me) and that's the thing that always defeats me. Anything I think about doing... believe me I can come up with several reasons why I would suck. So how does one get around this problem or more to the point... turn this thing on it's head? You tell me! Answers on a postcard please. At least I'm trying to get my head thinking towards the prospect of going back workwards although that would be just leaping back into the fire so-to-speak, it has to be done to pay the bills. What I know I have to do in order to have any sort of meaningful existence is to find a way to get some sort of fulfillment from an occupation. So that's my quest right now, any assistance gratefully recieved before I get suicidal again.

snogs 2u

posted by Andy 23:00

Saturday, September 06, 2003

David Blaine????? Fuck him!!!!!! self righteous bastard ( note the toned down expletive) but he is a complete c**t, right? I mean who the fuck believes what that stupid twat says in his patronising "I don't care what science says" way and clicking his heels and doing a re-run of the Samuel L Jackson Ads or whatever. He's a complete c**t and no mistake anyhow.

So not to bring you guys on a downert or anything but why the fuck is it that when you are fucked in the head that people just ask you "what do you want"? or "what are your positive traits" or some such shit. I mean If you are like me then the fact that you cant see any fuckin positive stuff is the WHOLE FUCKIN PROBLEM! Capiche!?!?!?!? Jesus wept! How difficult is this concept? If my head is fucked then I can't give you the positive stuff about myselfd that will enable you to have a great day and cure my ills! (yay) so now you just look at me and say " you MUST know something positive about yourself" or "you must like somethinmg about yourself" well..... actually.... no! that's the fucking problem you dipshits!!!!!!

Jesus, is it was that easy i'd be a happy go-lucky mid 30's man about town with a slightly upturned mouth (not moustache you note. any-fucking thing- but - not the moustache)

ok , snogs to ya'll in any case

posted by Andy 02:01

Fuck Blogger!!!!!!!

I just did a whole load of soul searching Blog and just cuz I had an IM in the middle of it the fuckin software lost my fucking blog!!!! I want to place your bognads in a walnut whip machine. ok?????? all my inner hurt and you just wipe it the fuck away! like it doesn'y matter a fuck! and it has taken me like days upon days to open up like that and now all I'll get is saddoes like Milton Keynes shoving his pre-pubescent dick into my business! fuckkkkkkkkk!!!"!!!!!!!!!!!

posted by Andy 01:51