Woe is a three letter word as it goes. I write this post still sort of half asleep but I feel it’s my duty to carry writing at the very least to lead you all against the hordes of minions and other things that have min in the name, like Minnie Mouse.

On this Monday night, I am knackered having coming from all accounts a productive yet lazy yet active and yet tiring weekend. You see It all started Friday where a few of us had gone for dinner at Ask in Shrewsbury, where random conversation started, even drifting onto how men can in fact have multiple orgasms and other diverse subjects. (Only the company I keep in Matt, Steve, Kristi and Natalie would allow us to delve into this!)

Though it appears everyone hated the fact that they were waiting for dinner for ages, which surely given the fact we were all talking was not a problem? But if you factor in everyone being hungry, and suddenly it becomes an issue. I felt like I was a dictator of a local town, and the villagers were about to riot to take back their three carrots and a donkey.

But it was a evening out with friends and that is all that matters. The company, that can really make or break an evening, get in with the wrong crowd and well you start wondering when the next Star Trek marathon will be on Sky One.

And that is what happened to me on Saturday Night. I won’t be too overly harsh here as it was a friends birthday and she is more than entitled to do what she likes. After all, it should be only right that we all get to decide what we want to on our birthdays, and enjoy them the way we want to. Even if that involves huge honking blue bottles of anti-freeze.

However being the wonderful stallion that I am of course, failing to remember what I had said on this blog a few days earlier that being quiet and grinning is sometimes the better part of valour, I even remarked to said birthday girl, I was effing bored.

Some would say that’s a problem being sober. Some would say that’s a problem of being at a party by yourself. Some even go as far to say that’s a problem being in a full group of strangers whose conversations were as fun as someone boiling your testicles in acid while you are being forced to say Hitler was a nice guy.

But no, it wasn’t as bad as that, I only wanted to use the analogy with the acid! Thought it was a cracker myself when it popped in my head and well I had to use it somewhere. And I can only imagine the hate that will come my way after being naughty. Honest you have nothing to worry about!

But as I said, the night wasn’t all bad, there was curry done by a very nice woman, Someone fell over and knocked a painting off the wall, and the birthday girl’s boob was attacked by the cat, which she felt was bad enough to mention every 5 minutes. And fair point, having a cat scratch is not a nice experience, more so when certain areas are involved.

And with very bad linking (see the cat bit) to the next part I finally went to the club around the area which a lot of people have harped on about: PussyCats. And with DJ masturbation-expert on the decks, it is as classy as the name suggests. Just like with most clubs around there, it’s split into two rooms, the one with fast dancy music, and the other has RnB or Rubbish and B*llocks as it should be known.

Maybe I am just being an old fuddy duddy at 25, but frankly I think I’ve had enough of those places. I prefer places where you have the chance to properly chat over questionably over the top percentage cider. And then maybe do some singing. Yep, I’ve got it bad for Singstar…

The night brighten up as I met some friends from DTS, (HELLO TO DORRIS, MIDDLETON AND SQUIZ!! AND YES I KNOW WRITING A SENTENCE IN ALL CAPS IS BASICALLY WHAT PEOPLE CALL SHOUTING ON THIS INTERWEB DOO-HICKEY, BUT I DON’T DO IT THAT OFTEN SO CUT ME SOME SLACK. AT LEAST I OCCASIONALLY FORM SENTENCES IN ENGLISH AND NOT TEXT SPEAK. YES I WENT THERE.) had a bit of chat, found the birthday girl had gone home and went home myself.

Only to be stopped by the Police on the way home because I was swerving a bit due to being very very tired. But I guess I needed that because at least I did wake up. Just a shame it was right next to Oswestry so three minutes more I would have been off the road anyway. But lesson learned, if I start feeling tired, abandon ship from where ever I am out and get home if I have to.

In fact that was a wake-up call in itself. I drive too much and it catches up from time to time. Methinks I have to find a way to reduce the driving, but being in Oswestry I would still have to drive every day regardless what I do. It’s a great place, but just too far away from everything it seems!

Sunday was a better day, the most time had actually been spent playing World of Warcraft again and A bit of Team Fortress 2 before Half Life: Episode 2 comes online Wednesday, only a few more short days before I waste even more time in front on the huge screen killing ant things and laughing as I do. Is that a sign of a violent nature? Of course not, but if they cross me again, they will suffer greatly!

It was a day off from my weekly stint on Hospital Radio which was very welcome, always nice to know you have a bit of time to do lazy things. That’s why people look forward to the weekend so much, it’s their time to shine.

Natalie came to visit (well I picked her up from Shrewsbury) and things had been fraught recently, a bit of an overhang from Friday as it goes, but we have made a few strides in sorting it out. She’s ill again though, which is concerning, it appears no immune system is capable of repelling the British Weather and it’s many diseases for very long because we get another one just as soon as we get over something else. I feel like it’s getting to the point of what disease is fashionable to have.

And today at work, I pushed buttons. Life is good.