Everyone should have a nice day once in a while. Now, although the following will sound quite bizzare to some of you, you should conclude that Thursday all in all was a very good day for me, otherwise what the hell are you people thinking? Or maybe I will fail badly in that task that my writing skills would be best served in McDonalds along with the McSarcasm Shake and McMystery Meat.

What I refer to of course, is a day where you get nothing but good news, and events happen which cause a smile to appear on your bloodshot face. Sounds like it could never happen these days what with the fact the death looms around ever corner thanks to Foreigners, Fat and Hoodies asking you to buy fags from the local Spar.

We wander through, wondering when Big Brother will be back on our screens, whose got a baby and why not me? And of course we all get sexually aroused at hearing there is a “Next” sale. But it’s not all bad.

Sometimes it just happens. Things which conspire together which by themselves seem silly to others but to you, and only you, there’s nothing but joy. Kind of like the same feeling you get if you went along with a mate “on the pull” because the only relationship he’s had recently is with his right hand and you are there for support. Except the uber sexy girl he was trying to get was completely wanting you instead, and you didn’t even have to speak.

The first little thing on Thursday was: I wasn’t tired. Now after three long days of travelling back and forth to Birmingham International, learning wonderful new things about Windows 2003 Network bits and eating very bad stuff for me which in turn I am getting fatter in the process, day 4 of this week I should have been on Life support.

No instead, I bounded out of bed like it was Christmas Day and I was expecting a BMW from Santa and that’s the thing. I am not a morning person at all, in fact I would prefer the day to start at 10am and not 6. I mean, whose got their (insert suitable analogy for brown objects here) together at that time of day? As I was awake and sorted out without rushing around silly like I normally do, I was feeling rather please with myself.

Next, the trains going to Birmingham International all ran on time, even to the point of arriving early in Birmingham New Street so I had bags of time to get lunch. Now if you are a big public transport fan you know this doesn’t happen that often.

May as well say to someone “There’s someone who walks about here giving away money, but I don’t know when he will be back.” And trying to get connections, you sir are a gambler. But no, that was not the case today either, so yet another little thing to add to that bloodstained smile I mentioned earlier.

I finished the training course material a day early. Which the tutor liked as we had proceeded at a fast pace through the whole week. So we basically started going through Active Directory bits which I was iffy about, as it was likely I would not get another chance at asking this from training, so it was an excellent use of the time. By jove I got a lot out of this week.

To make things even better, Paul Bremer, a mate from the Foundation Degree (you know how much I love that thing, don’t you? 🙂 ) told me that if I were to pass the exam for the weeks training, I can effectively skip a module at Uni. APL it’s called, which means if you can show prior learning for the topic you wish to skip, you have to do it.

It sounds too good to be true. You see, I asked about this last year for a topic which happened to contain everything I do for a living, and I couldn’t bypass it because….umm.. no, haven’t a clue.

Maybe I can pull it off this time?

At Birmingham New Street on the way home, I met Andy from Work who had a bit of a mare of a day, so we had a brief natter. During this, two rather interesting things occurred.

1) A man and a woman were racing each other both carrying huge suitcases on wheels. This was funny to see.
2) A group of Asian lads were trying to beat the literal (insert analogy used earlier for brown stuff) out of each other with a white girl effing and jeffing don’t touch me or something like that.

And the police were no where to be seen. And they were really going for it, not just play fights but then again would you really do that at a security conscious train station surrounded by lots and lots of witnesses? Yes it seems.

It took a few moments for the staff not the police to break it up, and one of the Asian lads was clearly on the warpath as he threw his beloved Man Utd shirt to the floor and walked out trying to look hard but ultimately looked like a complete (naughty word)wit who was about to go into a fight with Russell Crowe. The white girl in tow, trying to do something, have no idea.

And all this happened at the height of rush hour in front of dozens of people who were trying to go home. Brilliant.

Well that did beat reading the paper waiting for the train….:)

I got home afterwards, Andy had texted to say the Police had won in the end against the Gladiators and I had toasted cheese. Which tasted superb, which again was odd, as it was same toasted cheese I’ve had lots of times.

I caught up with the new Episode of Prison Break which was grand and had a long chat with Natalie which went very well, during the course of which I discovered the film Run, Fatboy, Run is out, so that was Saturday evening sorted out. And the one thing which had annoyed for a long while had been finally solved.

I found my Ipod. I thought that I had left it in Telford somewhere so had been without mobile music for quite some time now. But no, it was in a Waterstones’ bag along with self-help books detailing how to live life like it’s a home and lifestyle channel on Sky. Cue happiness.

Now based on what you have read here in this post, you might be thinking “Hmm, that seems to be a complete waste of effort to write. Why did you bother? Hang on, you also took away a few minutes of my life that I will never get back. Burn in Hell Hughes!!?!”

Or something similar.

The truth is like I said. I had a really good day, with a few elements thrown in to make it better. Nothing has really changed. I am still 25, still doing what I normally do, but every once in a while you get a day with surprises. Thursday was one of those days.