Well campers, finally I have something of worth to post after quite a long strech, though there was the large blog post on the podcast, january thankfully is almost gone and with it, the promise of so much more. As the old people say, wishing your life away, ramble, ramble.

This week began with such a wimper. The highlights of course being that I got the new microphone, and having ran some recording tests to verify functionality with the audio adpater being pulgged into the dream machine, I can say, you will be getting closer to what I sound like at long last.

Isn’t that a scary thought?

The other highlight is Playing a game of WOW, and having a rather bizzare conversation with one of the other people playing, about sex. It ended up being like in Lethal Weapon, where Mel Gibson and the other one tries to out do each other with injuries or whatever. Think that pretty much sums it up….:)

But Wednesday came, along with my new shiny DVD Writer, the news that Natalie finally is getting better now after being stuck with the flu for how long thanks to (cue commercial music) NEW Wonder Pills, Wonder pills make you feel good, in a legal way. Act now and receive a free pen. Terms and Conditions apply. It just felt like things were starting to turn around somewhat. (Might have been the payday as well which helps)

Uni started again with boring management s**t that frankly I could care less about, but they say it will help along the way in the career, but I think it’s a conspiracy. They want to bore people so much, that when they fall asleep, they take you to a secret underground lab and perform experiements on you.

Well if that was true, it would be a welcome relief. But on plus I go to Wolverhampton half the day next week to start learning about something which may come in handy down the line. Not saying what as it will confuse people. Confuses me too, but that’s not hard.

The social life in january is like a bus. Wait a while, then three events turn up at once. And Thank f**k too, I was beginning to lose my mind to the numbing effects of recent weeks. Thursday, as my evenings have freed up slightly, I enjoyed time with some mates from the old job down at the blowing alley, Paul bloody showing off his skill, and poor old mags, getting the lowest score of the evening, well he did get some ultra cheap booze as compensation but he has trouble walking straight anyway so that may have not been the best thing to give.

Dorris was cheating at pool, come on, blowing the balls (stop now before anything else) into the pockets? I ask you, a better way to do it is make the other player look the other way and then sly as you like, place one of yours into said pockets and pretend nothing happened. Unless you are like ruth, in which case you just have as many shots as you want untill you win. I remember, dammit!!

Went out to Coco’s afterward for the first time in yonks and well it’s 100% s**t. It really is, despite the ladies wearing as little as possible again, with one girl looking like a dancing girl from the 60’s, it is just not enough. The music was getting dire, with one song, the entire lyrics were “Whoa bitch, get out of the way, get out of the way” But Zombie nation was played and thus I was made whole once more.

Friday, hung round again in telford for a while at the local Weatherpoons making another speical guest star appearance, with mr Hancock, coop and Ben, frank or Arther, I forget his name now, wait it’s Dan!! but anyway, basically Coop couldn’t get over I was on the ski machine at the gym the other day (it’s a ladies machine) but the fact is, I want a toght arse (toght like a tiger! Remember that from Goldmember?) and as long as I don’t have a gay face while doing it, I don’t see anythign wrong with that. Except over people may throw up if they are behind me…which is a fair point. And we found we all love each other but not in a gay way.

As I write this entry I am currently getting paid to break things, and it is quite a bit of time inbetween this so, you get to fill it with reading, listening to tunes, and of course writing this rubbish. On Time and a Half. COME ON!!! This is also a bonus as guess what? The family have come to visit again, this time bringing the sister of woe in tow. God knows what will be the order of the day this time, but who cares?

So today so far is a very good day. Tonight sees the birthday bash of Mr Middleton, who has a myspace page, links to which will be posted on here as soon as I copy the URL into here, and tommorow, it’s someone elses birthday, the woman I can’t name on here, she is X years old and well happy birthday to both of you fine people is all can say. Right, where’s the kettle, I have worked up too much of a sweat now from typing and need a cup of tea! BYE!!!