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Thursday, October 2nd, 2008
1:29 am	living off the land i am sure that no one has been able to escape the screaming headlines that we are all going to hell in a hand cart thanks to the credit crunch, i have to admit that i benefitted from this free and easy approach to cash that seemingly is going to send everyone else to the poorhouse. back in 2000 after finally getting rid of kieran i thought i would do the mature thing and get a place of my own. i was surprised when i immediately got approved for a 100% mortgage. no outlay from me, and the monthly repayments were no more than the rent i was used to paying. lord knows how i managed to dodge the bad credit rating for swerving my student loan....so i was the proud owner of a 1 bed flat in islington (ok poetic license alert, it had an N1 postcode, though my local authority was technically hackney) i watched the value go through the roof, and at this point the working class country boy kicked in "will people really pay that for a one bed ex local authority" "if i sell it do i really get to keep all the excess cash"? well of course they did pay up, and i pocketed the money and walked away, very wisely opting to use it to buy my parents place in wales in cash (mainly to give them peace of mind, but secondly to stop me spunking it away on booze, fags, trainers and jeans) i rented for 3 years in london afterwards before finally getting what i wanted and moving back to rural wales. i have mates back in london who are now paying mortgages on credit cards, many the epitome of those boo hoo stories you see on the news, with an overpriced swank pad, along with buy to let properties that they thought they would get rich from, now saddled with empty places and mortgages going through the roof. it is very rare that i feel a bit smug, but lately i have been kinda pleased with myself for cutting and running, and even the fact that i do not have a pension used to worry me, but now those pensions that so many have been pouring their cash into are at risk.... so the summer in wales has been great, and for the first time in many years i have been re-discovering the joy of free food...and by free i mean i don't mean shoving a frozen chicken down your jumper in morrissons, i mean the stuff that is just growing all over. joan has made us several blackberry and apple tarts sourcing the blackberries form the hedgerows and apples from the farm orchard. we have had amazing field mushrooms, the next door neighbour regularly leaves a bag of home grown cucumbers, tomatoes and green beens on the step, and last week the neighbour opposite offered us hazelnuts off the tree in his garden....after so many years in a cut throat city like london, i find it amazing that you can get all these lovely tasting things for free. i know i sound like some kind of 'good life' character, but after having to practically pay through the nose to breath the air in london, i forgot how simple (and tasty) life can be in other news i hotfooted it up to liverpool for our latest opening yesterday, took the grandparents along for a freebie, and in return grandad took us to the cavern for a pint. sadly it is now reminiscent of a theme pub, but it was interesting to see it, especially as it is where mum whiled away much of her mis spent youth with the beatles and as if to bring me back to the reality of where i am now living, as we made it to the end of the windy lanes on the drive home today, that bring you back towards our village, about 8 horses came cantering past, seemingly liberating themselves from incarceration in a field nearby, and causing mayhem on the roads....amazing Current Mood: content (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 11th, 2008
1:02 am	dusts off the cobwebs, again summer is drawing to a close, thought it best to write up the last few months since the last blog it all went tits up with my head chef at work, i came in one morning to find the alarm off, a quick scan through the cctv showed him letting himself in at 4am and helping himself to the takings....o really!?! had him arrested at work the same day and carted off in handcuffs, what a twonk. what pisses me off more about the whole scenario was that i got to see his rather lengthy criminal record (including a conviction from this year for stealing from an employer) and his sentence??? twenty weeks suspended and he has to go on a course to make him think about how his actions affect others! boo fucking hoo, honestly, what does it take to get sent down nowadays?? i soon replaced him and all has been rocking down the bay for the summer, quite literally. we have had our share of the slebs to be found in cardiff through the doors, though i was not entirely satisfied untill our hallowed tables were finally graced by charlotte church. one night there was a group of a rockers in who it transpired to be whitesnake, they asked for a few of our cardiff t-shirts in return for some tix to their show with def leppard, so we vip'd it over the proles, and i was rather alarmed to recall the last time i saw def leppard was SIXTEEN years ago when i lived in NYC this years glastonbury was a corker, mostly great weather, ace camping spot and some really good bands. my beloved bluetones played, other highlights as i can foggily remember were: the mystery jets, MGMT, newton faulkner, the fun lovin criminals, reverend and the makers, tho i must admit that pete doherty was pretty special, doing a solo accoustic gig of libertines tracks, and he really pulled it off. my fave day was saturday when i took off on my own with a litre of vodka, only to re-appear at 2 in the morning after spending the day seeing exactly who i wanted by myself (and getting steadily hammered in the process) the boys of the New York Downlow were doing there thing again, but my favourite bit this year was the new bit done by the travellers who used to do lost vagueness, some mad max inspired outdoor disco with flame throwing lights, performers, the works...there was so much more i wish i could recall, this is why i should not leave it so long between blogs spent the rest of the summer working mainly, though had a steady stream of visitors escaping london for a more quiet pace of life werner and i took off two weeks ago for the south of france, decided to give my new car a bit of a run out. we made it to dijon on our first day, staying about half an hour outside in some old coaching inn at the base of the first ever gothic abbey built in france, over the next few days we headed south taking in many places, always stopping for lunch at a new town. highlights were avignon - simply stunning and very bohemian (i.e. nelly's everywhere) then on to provence and the hit the med coast. we went to st tropez for lunch (as you do) simply vile, not much to the place except for the harbour where you can pay over the odds to sit there and watch eurotrash parading up and down in front of the most gauche display of wealth that is all of the boats lined up. each of which has a monogrammed little rug that they lay at the foot of the walkway from the boat, i can't really sum it up, but all i know is money cannot buy you style. we headed around the coast to st raphael, much more civilised, then settled around nice for a couple of days. love nice, just the right amount of med/eurotrash/old town and mountains to go and stay in surrounding, we swung through monaco and monte carlo before heading back northwards werner planned our journey back north on the 'a' roads rather that the white knuckle ride that is their paid for motorway network, the 'peage' now i must say that he did a stirling job getting us around using only guide books and maps, and getting our onward accomodation booked daily, but this 'a' road he picked out was actually running the length of the french alps. it was very scary driving it at first, and those pesky french do not help with their somewhat casual approach to driving, but it ended up being visually stunning, and once i reconciled myself with the fact i may at any minute go plunging down the side of an alp to my death i kind of started enjoying it, it took us two days to cross the mountains, our penultimate night we stayed in some remote abbey on the side of a lake, many thousands of feet up, it was amazing and only 75 euros between us. i made it home to wales at 1am after 16 hours of driving and was suddenly, most spectacularly, sick. real power vom, which i put down to the excesses of driving 2000 miles in a week and the non stop 3 courses at lunch and dinner.....i could happily go without seeing another bit of foi gras or steak for the rest of my life, in fact i ate nothing but tuna sandwiches for three days upon my return more soon.... 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Tuesday, May 20th, 2008
7:11 am	keep on truckin' i hotfooted it down to london last weekend to final retrieve my furniture and possessions i so glibly walked away from in feb. i hired a van and was a little bit thrilled trucking down the M4, i did even consider buying a copy of the sun, leaving it open at page 3 on the dashboard, in for a penny....... saturday morning i rocked up at brick lane in the van, only to find the area around the old flat all taped off by the police. it transpires that two 19 year old kids were stabbed right outside the flat - nice! the police were cool with me driving the van up to the crime scene and then leaving it in the middle of a junction whilst we loaded it up. it was actually fortunate for me, as normally at that junction on brick lane it would be hard work parking the van up close to the flat, not to mention having to keep a close eye on it in case of light fingered junkies/prossies/ne'er do wells that inhabit that and of the lane. i was relieved to hand the van back yesterday morning though, it was a beast of a thing, and thirstier than amy winehouse Current Mood: busy (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 14th, 2008
2:43 am	ignore everything i say had a meeting in salisbury today, decided to put the satnav to the test, and it worked fine, getting me there without a hitch. though on the way back i offered to give various people a lift home untill i had a car full. so one by one i had them read out their postcodes to me, tapping them into the satnav and getting them on their way. it even has a handy function where you can exclude certain roads (as i had to around bath as one major road was completly shut) how i ever lived without the thing i will never know! ok over dramatising a little, but it will not be going on ebay as i had considered down there an unexpected social night last night. my assistant and her girlf were at a loose end so i invited them over for a barbecue, which i had bought the previous day, and was still in the box in the boot of the car. once we had secured provisions from morrisons, we got home and completely reverted to type. whilst the lesbians busied themselves with tool kits and rather complicated barbecue assembly instructions, i flitted around pouring drinks, arranging the soft furnishings, and making a killer salad dressing Current Mood: accomplished (Comment on this)
Monday, May 12th, 2008
12:44 am	brown paper packages tied up with string since i bought my new car a steady string of mail, magazines and packages have arrived from renault, welcoming me to their bosom. the last package was a bit of a result, a tomtom satnav, the accompanying letter assured me that this was the free satnav they had promised!?! i do not recall any promises being struck in the dealership, but thankyouverymuch renault. i am undecided as whether to keep it or flog it off on ebay. i really do not have use for such a thing. if i do go anywhere new, i am perfectly capable of reading a map and following road signs. but i am admittedly a bit of a gadget boy, so i will enjoy playing around with it for a bit. the restaurant opened two weeks ago, and has been rocking since day 1. the staff are behaving themselves and we are all starting to bond *retch* nah, they are a good bunch of kids (how come out of the four boys i hired, three are homosexualists hmmm?). we had a bit of a night out on friday to the new monthly gay club in cardiff called 'hells bent' which miss joaura had discovered on her recent trip. it's hardly a patch on clubs like popstarz and duckie, but a gay club, in a church in cardiff, playing indie music, is alright with me...haha i find myself saying 'arrright' in the accent of 'nessa in gavin and stacey quite a lot, along with 'whats occuring' 'fair dos' and 'i ain't bein funny right but....' andrew if you are reading this i am posting the dvd out to you off to london this coming weekend, am taking a van down to get all my stuff, and whilst there catching the bluetones playing at the O2 indigo. as i said before, i have had no need of anything i have left behind, and i cannot even remember what is in the 5 boxes in simons loft that i need to retrieve, they have been there for 4 years. i am busying myself with acquiring new possessions though, discovered the factory outlet complex near bridgend. a cool pair of levis for forty quid and 2 pairs of adidas gazelles for £42, as 'nessa would say, tidy! Current Mood: bouncy (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
9:13 pm	driven i have to admit that i have fallen back in love with driving. i think it is something primal about jumping in your carriage and setting off. i've managed to do over a thousand miles since i got the car a few weeks ago. there are some drawbacks to getting a brand new car though, the main one being you can't go above 3000 rpm for the first 1800 miles. now i'm not a speedy driver, in fact i quite enjoy pootling along, but every now and then knocking down a gear and kicking out round a corner is a bit of a thrill....which kind of brings me round to the tv show top gear, which i have to admit is one of my faves. i wouldn't class myself as a 'petrolhead' but i've always loved cars since my first gloss painted mini, through to the nugget (emmas gold mini city which i had for a summer) and then onto my first own car, a 1971 sky blue beetle, ah how i loved that car, and poured a small fortune restoring it to original condition. anyhow, as a card carrying homo it seems to be part of the job description to be against jeremy clarkson and his merry band, as they see no shame in describing each other as 'a bit gay' and the usual mysoginistic rubbish that is bound to occur when you put a bunch of blokes in a studio with fast cars. leave 'em to it i say, i often find myself laughing along with their rubbish japery in other news: the restaurant is ready to open on sunday, staff are currently training with various degrees of success, but they are a good bunch, none of the carry on and histrionics of my last one in essex. there is quite a buzz about us opening in cardiff, admittedly it's hardly a thrill a minute city, but that is what i am liking about it. i am delighting in the mundanity and minutia of life. in wales people stop and talk to you, have a bit of a laugh, and don't seem to take life so seriously. in my years in london i would never imagine getting into a good natured banter with some random at a checkout, knowing quite well that you could possibly never see one another again. i must get myself organised, i walked away form london with out a second thought, with just my clothes, mac and ipod. i have left all of my furniture and possessions, i suppose i should get them up here but also realise that if i do not need them, and in fact cannot recall half of what i left behind, what is the point of having them? looks like i may be busy on ebay soon selling it all off Current Mood: accomplished (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
11:48 pm	darned those pesky neighbours they have got wise to their increased broadband usage (i.e. my last ten weeks of idly surfing courtesy of their unlocked network) and locked their network. suddenly i was without internet access, so now i have a vodafone 'dongle' with various degrees of speed. at worst it is slower than dial up, at best it is passable the lovely miss joaura was visiting last weekend, we busied ourselves exploring the coastline, pub lunches, dr who exhibitions and geekery, searching for fossils, finding the first gay indie night in cardiff, ligging gigs at cardiff uni, eating chips and ice cream on the seafront, pub quizes, playing the slots on barry island, and scooting around in the new car. a pretty full weekend, with some great discoveries in usual fashion i managed to scrape the wing mirror of my new car within the first four days in the multi storey *tsk* just back from dinner at west aberthaw farm, where we had beef pie, which was in fact, the last remenants of a rather troublesome cow that had to be dispatched to the great butcher in the sky, delish! Current Mood: awake (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, March 31st, 2008
6:18 am	va va voom! one of the things about living back in the vale is that a car is a necessity, the last bus leaves cardiff for the village at 6pm, if you aren't on it, you're aint getting home. i reason that living in london for 12 years and suffering the joke that is referred to as public transport, i can justify emitting a little bit of CO2. so i've been weighing up the options, do i get myself a second hand little run around, or something a bit more speccy? i decided to pop into the renault dealer in cardiff just to have a look what they had, only to walk out an hour later the proud owner of this little baby it's a renault rip curl clio. it really stood out in the showroom, with alloy wheels, air con, 16 valves (whatever they do) and all the other bells and whistles an urban gay could possibly need. so i ordered one, in silver *scream*! i know buying a brand new car is a bit extravagant, but i also thought 'f*ck it, i deserve something nice'. the edge was taken off my gid when i got home, and trawled the internet for images and write ups. this car is the first partnership between rip curl and renault, aimed at marketing the car to younger drivers. this smarted with me a bit as i just sailed past my 37th birthday a couple of weeks ago. i rationalised all the things they have added to attract todays 'youth' (mp3 socket, funky storage tray in the boot etc) are things i need anyway, so am now convincing myself that this was not some mid life crisis impulse buy so, it is being delivered this week, i simply cannot wait, though my thing lust has not abated, i NEED an iphone, but with 12 months still to go on my vodaphone contract it looks like i will have to resort to getting an unlocked one off ebay Current Mood: excited (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 25th, 2008
11:42 am	a slight return i have not blogged for so long, mainly because i had nothing to say, but also been trying to get my head around the whole leaving london thing. did i do the right thing? absolutely! i've been back living in the village for over a month and it is everything i had hoped for. peace and quiet, pretty, close to the beach. i never thought i would describe the village i grew up in as idyllic, but it certainly feels that way at the moment. the memories though! i keep getting flashbacks of my childhood years and up. i am truly feeling my age, i pointed out farthings wine bar in cowbridge to B the other day, then realised it was TWENTY years ago i was head waiter there the reason i left london so quickly was because at short notice i was asked to run the bath branch for ten weeks. i jumped at it, as getting out of london was numero uno priority, and reasoned that i could commute daily to bath from cardiff. on paper it looks relatively simple, the reality is very different however. because of waiting for connecting trains and the general rubbishnes of first great western trains, my daily commute takes about 5 hours, sometimes more, like last thursday night, when the entire country was travelling home for easter a train broke down in the severn tunnel, of which the only way to avoid is to travel up through gloucester and back down. eventually it took me four hours to get home anyway enough grumbling, on to the good stuff. jon came visiting a few weeks ago, out for lunches and dinners, then the saturday night we hit cardiff. got to town about 8pm, it was a rugby match day, so town was heaving, with many casualties littering the pavement. if you have ever seen the tv show 'when girls go bad' which mainly involves birds brawling on the streets, that is filmed primarily on st mary street in cardiff. rugby match days though are more convivial and civilsed. we had a good night, and visited chip alley not once but twice during the night, pure class last weekend B came to visit, saturday morning we hit the faded seaside glamour of barry island, and whiled away a rainy afternoon playing the 2p slot machines. then hit the local pub to watch wales win the rugby, it was an amazing atmosphere. one problem at being back in the village is that i do not remember anybody, but they seemingly have not forgot me. i girl called sue (who's name i only found out due to B's cunning plan of introducing herself to find out her name) greeted me like an old friend, knew everything i had been up to, even down to the fact i lost a couple of slates off the roof of the house during the storm. i have NO idea who she is! my birthday on sunday, we went down to the beach in southerndown and had a bit of a stroll and photo session, then B took me for lunch to the plough and harrow, a lovely rural pub, that she had visited before so, only two weeks of travelling to bath left, then on site in cardiff. so far recruitment has been a breeze. got the whole management team in training, and now they are referring friends. we are opening a second site in cardiff in september, so i am setting up to run my own little empire in wales Current Mood: accomplished (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 20th, 2008
10:06 pm	i don't feel like blogging kinda bored with it, so i shall leave you with a boy who makes me feel like dancing ciao x (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
12:54 am	go west young(ish) man since april last year i have decided i want to move back to wales, and yes, i have endured the mockery, but i really want to be out of london, peaceful life, near the family etc. been for endless interviews, which didn't look very promising, and i visibly drained of colour whenever they mentioned the $$$ on offer compared to what you get in london, so imagine my delight when my current company announced they are opening in cardiff this coming april. i'll get the same salary as london, and i won't have to start at the bottom with a new co so now april cannot come quickly enough, though i am in a tizz at what to go for accomodation wise, i could move back into the homestead where there is a room waiting rent free (well, i do actually own said homestead) i am not sure what is going on with rectory drive, or i could just plump to rent a swankpad in the bay a lord it up...one thing i do know is that i will need a car. my thoughts are veering between buying an economical runaround like a ford ka, or splashing some of my soon to be found financial liquidity on a sexy little, new style mini, hmmmm decisions. in other news, i have not been invited to a single christmas party this year, which is actually a relief, tho our bonuses are being finalised and i am considering a bit of a jeans and trainers splurge, i have not bought any new clothes for an age. i know i should be sensible and pay some stuff off, but a boy needs boxfresh trainers and a decent new pair of levis now and then (in my list of 'rules' adidas are the only trainers and levis are the only jeans) Current Mood: chipper Current Music: stoney - soap in the bathtub (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 6th, 2007
12:42 am	*dusts off the cobwebs* i know i have abandoned my blog recently, not much to say really, but with last weekends annual chritsmas market tour i suddenly feel the need to share werner and i have a tradition of going away in the fist week of december to a christmas market in europe, this year was a little more adventurous than the others when we plumped on going to brataslava. i had vaguely heard of brataslava but didn't have a clue where it was, until we touched down in slovakia last friday i would like to put on record that i am never doing one of those first thing in the morning ryanair flights ever again. our flight was scheduled for 6.30 am, and after working the pm shift, eventually getting home at about 12.45 am which meant that i had a luxurious thirty minutes kip before i had to be up and out to get the bus up to stanstead...the return flight was even worse, more of which later so as we descended through the clouds above brataslava airport it suddenly became apparent, a first in my years of travelling we were about to land in a blanket of snow, which extended as far as the eye can see. taxiing up the runway it reminded me that we were very east in europe, lots of depressing non descript shelters still covered in barbed wire and barred windows. we got to our 'botel' a floating cruise ship on the danube, via a very cheap bus trip, 50p! bargain!! friday we spent most of the day discovering old town brataslava, which was pretty and cheap, not half as austere as in thought it would be. we lingered in the christmas markets where two glasses of gluhwein cost a pound! a cheap and hearty dinner followed, after which we missioned into the night to discover brataslavas nelly nightlife. prior to this trip i hadn't realised that several homo publications have branded baratslavia as one of the top 5 gay destinations. suffice to say each bar we found had the usual staples of: dodgy doormen, mental drag queens manning the bar and various degrees of hotness and notness amongst the clientelle, though one observation is that sheesh! those nelly's are tall! i felt like a midget compared saturday and sunday we jumped the train to vienna, i actually prefer salzburg, thought they do not half know how to build a church in vienna, they were breathtaking. sunday evening we found ourselves in a restaurant that it transpired was founded by one of hitlers nazis, which served the best veal (wiener schnitzel) i have ever tasted, i did try to reason whether genocide and animal cruelty can justify such gastronomic delights monday we checked out, stowed our bags and hit brataslavia for our final few hours. werner shopped like a demon, and as usual i bought nothing, except some sweets for my staff. on the flight out werner got a bit miffed as i was handed a priority boarding pass, and sailed passed the proles onto the flight, though obviously hogged the seats till werner made it through. checking back in at brataslavia for the the return flight i was, again, handed a priority boarding pass, i questioned why, to which it transpires that werner had accidentally paid for me to board early. bolstered by the that knowledge we pissed away the next hour or so in the bar rather than queuing up like battery hens. we rocked up at the boarding gate when the flight was called, but they didn't call anyone forward with priority and as a result we were one of the last getting on, not able to sit together, and upon disembarking we were the last to get off. in my slightly pissed state i started getting angtsy, I HAVE PRIORITY! planning to write all kinds of complaints to ryanair, but now of course cannot be arsed. the thing i mentioned above is i am never going to do those torturous 6am flights (which this time was nicely delayed by an hour) and then the last one back, which of course means the last train has gone and you have to bus it back into central london (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 24th, 2007
1:53 am	i've got two words for you.... and tonight those magic words were 'free' and 'bar' it was our works get together tonight, at some scummy italian in canonbury, it had been organised ages ago, but naturally i didn't confirm my attendance 'till this morn. it was the usual work carry on, though i was pleased that my maximo park crush straight boyf was there.....we ended up sitting next to each other, and suprised to find out that we had ordered the exact same three courses, of which he commented i have excellent taste....if he only knew. Current Mood: flirty Current Music: needle in the hay - elliot smith (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, October 12th, 2007
12:46 am	oh what a night i have a work colleague who i have known for about a year now, and after our first meeting in the pub when i introduced myself he kind of shocked me by telling me he had seen me recently at a bluetones gig....firstly, i can't believe that someone could pick me out in a group of about 2000, and secondly WTF was i doing to be noticed?? anyhow, we have always got on, and spend our time talking music and gigs. tonight he had a spare ticket for maximo park at brixton academy and invited me along. the first time we have been 'out' as it were, as normally it is with our group having drinks after work. had a bit to eat, headed to brixton, couple of beers and lots of chat. on the way home i was perusing his ipod, picking out bands and tracks, and just generally carrying on about music. it's funny, as he kept likening himself to me when discussing bands and gigs. after the gig we met up with lil trace and sam, had a quick catch up and they left us to get home. G and i ambled up coldharbour lane, ducking under the police tape and heading into a bar, and by chance, thay were having a 'dance off' comp, which was aces and a tad surreal, a bit like a low rent version of the jason nevins vid, but still quite cool i should, however, point out that he is as straight as they come and very happy with girlf, and i, of course, have never been one of those gays who will flog a dead horse, but it's a good feeling to find a new friend who you can't wait to talk to about this that and the other. we left each other at bank station, with the promise to burn each other about a hundred CD's... i feel like a teenager with a crush during tonights gig my sister called me to tell me that my uncle ed had died. he had been in hospital for a while with heart problems, but i thought he would pull through. i know if one of my sisters is calling me past 8pm then i need to answer, as it is inevitably bad news. whilst i am sad at his passing, it is my grandad who i really feel for. so far this year he has lost his sister, daughter, and now son. as my mother always said, no one wants to bury their children (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 6th, 2007
11:43 pm	Damn Those Gays simon suggested a day out today, a bit of lunch then a walk in hampstead. we went to the drapers in islington for lunch, sheesh! have thay got cheeky with their prices, thirteen quid for fish and chips anyone? afterwards drove up to kenwood house, and decided to go for a stroll on hampstead heath. it was quite lovely, made it to the top of the hill, where dangerous loons were flying their kites, an enjoyable time spotting the yummy mummys and the oh so trendy gay couples pushing the result if their test tube offspring in over priced buggys....this was my first trip to the heath since moving to london twelve years ago my point is this, mims called me mid way through our stroll and when i explained i was on hampstead heath she sounded a bit uncomfortable. i of course tried to over compensate with stories of kites and being a bit lost, but it struck me that a gay boy on hampstead heath will inevitably draw the same conclusions...looking for cock, which of course we were not, though had an enjoyable game of first to find a DILF i want to go up there next weekend and take my kite, and if their is any spare cock going, well, it would be rude not to (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007
11:14 pm	blog off i havn't been inspired to write anything for a while, it's the usual same old same old. still desperate to get back to south wales, had a third interview with a co who have an opening in cardiff, but now have to go for a fourth FFS! i am not applying to be the head of NASA......the agency called me today about another opportunity, its to manage a big cafe bar after a re-furb, apparently my potential suitors are bringing a mood board to the interview to give me a clue as to what is involved. interview for that one is next weds, have booked myself a ticket to stay overnight and travel back thurs morn. apologies for the lack of anything remotely interesting (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 9th, 2007
9:15 pm	back in london after my lovely two weeks hol in wales. the original premise of this trip was to get out of the madness of london, and trawl the job market for an opening. firstly the job hunting was rubbish, nothing to be had in my niche, and as J pointed out, people down there don't hop around jobs like us londoners, she's been at the same place for sixteen years, my older sister has been at her company for 22 years! so, i'll just have to keep on looking, though i have enlisted the family to get the jobs pages and scour them for anything looking that may fit secondly, i thought i would be retreating to idyllic rural life, which it was for a couple of days till J returned from her german jaunt. i was reading the local paper, which front page headlines usually 'someone stole a bucket' etc etc, but i noticed on the latest edition that a local woman had been arrested for murdering her husband. it turns out we know the murderess, and she is a friend of J's. in the days since her arrest she had been banned form talking to anyone in her street, or her family, she tried to top herself, and had her kids taken off her. so as she was at a bit of a loose end she descended upon us, hiding away from the world, and drowning her sorrows with as much wine as she could lay hands on. there are so many twists and turns in the plot, it makes anything you see on a soap opera look like something entirely plausible last tuesday i decided to escape the madness and headed off to birmingham to visit joaura, she had bought us tickets to see the polyphonic spree in the tiny glee club, well tiny if you consider there are 21 people in the band. we found ourselves at the from and were enraptured by the whole carry on, the lead singer tim delaughter, is amazing, and there IS something very cultish about the whole thing, the highlight for me was a cover version of nirvana's lithium as we were at the front jo started dishing out her 'listen to the beach boys' badges to the band, and by the end the majority were sporting them on their robes. we left the gig on a bit of a high, and were suprised to fin tim holding court outside, we had a chat, got some pics and things signed, and headed off to a local nelly bar for a pint. the bar was a bit naff, so we moved onto the next for another, then missioned past the gig venue, wher tim was still carrying on. jo marched up to him saying 'blimey, are you still here' from where we carried on with him a bit more and he was trying to cajole jo into making badges for the spree, she was a but hesitant, but i chipped in 'of course she will' as we ambled off into the night for more drunken shennanegans so, back in stinking london now, don't really want to be here, but i am looking forward to my own bed for a change Current Mood: grumpy Current Music: she said - longpigs (Comment on this)
Friday, September 7th, 2007
1:07 am	away with the fairies i never have any time for mardi gras in london, i cannot see the point in getting together with a bunch of hopeless marys, but being in wales, i found out that cardiff mardi gras was on i thought it would be a bit of a laugh. S was up for the weekend, so we missioned offf to coopers fields, and spent most of the day people watching. S soon turned it into a competiton however, who met the most people from back in the day. she soon streaked ahead, but my reserves were held back for the evening, not only did i meet an ex, i gave my business card to some random stranger (the only place my business cards ever seem to go) also a persistent unfortunate got my phone number, and at one point i was called a 'fitty' by some boy, when i asked who he was out with he cheerfully pointed out his boyf, who, i proffered, he should have been spending his night with really i ended the night ahead on points, which is something, when you consider cardiff mardi gras is your measuring stick, it was like a low rent version of the thriller video (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
6:25 pm	what kind of fuckery is this? i'm in wales, staying at rectory drive, a house i have visited since i was about 12, so it's a little wierd to have the place to myself for a few days whilst joan is in germany. it's a bit strange house sitting, never done it before, so the first conundrum was what to do when the phone rings, there is no answering machine, and if i pick it up i may invariably have to explain who the hell i am etc etc, but the phone has been ringing non-stop, so now i pick it up, and EVERY call has been from some telemarketer in a far off land, so i've just been repeating the mantra, no one is home who can help you, until one of the calls was and automated voice trying to flog free calls! i've never plugged a phone into my landline in london, as we only use it for internet access, so i guess we could be possibly fielding the same amount of unsolicited calls, but i would have been screaming 'fuck right off' to them on every occassion by now facebook is becoming a bit wierd, i now have three ex shags as friends on there, and am being found by people who i have not kept in touch with FOR A REASON, the exception to this is jill i girl i worked with years ago, and was always a right laugh i'm loving my ibook again, the minute i switched it on it volunteered to hijack the neighbours unsecured wireless network - well, it would be rude not to Current Mood: calm Current Music: suburban knights - hard fi (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007
12:31 am	never mix never worry i have a bit of a 'thing' where i never mix my groups of friends. i like to keep them very seperate, and the times i have tried to integrate have never worked. probably due to the fact that i am attracted to people of big character and personality. i learnt my lesson many years back, and until recently, kept it that way, though it had been commented on before how friends never get to meet my friends well facebook has kind of taken over lately, though i do prefer myspace purely for the creativity....so imagine my horror as my youngest sister found me on facebook today, friends are one thing, but family.... other news: got tix to the album chart show last week, but couldn't find anyone to accompany, so toddled off to watch hard fi on my own, it was a bit full on with audience participation shots being filmed before hand, i scarpered off to the bar, and stayed there for hard fi'f performance. kanye west was on after, but i couldn't be bothered to hang around, so buggered off before he came on last tues i secured a ticket to see prince at the O2, he was amazing, though the edge was taken off because i hated my seat up in the gods, zero atmosphere been out tonight for jon's birthday, mucho fun with a bunch of frivolous gays. three more days at work then off to wales for two weeks, wher, apart from chilling out, i am going to hurl myself into the local job market Current Mood: anxious (1 Comment |Comment on this)