No I haven’t seen my sizable belly again, I returned from the opticians yesterday after the eyes started hurting again while driving the next day and this was even after a good long nights’ sleep. In truth they slightly twinge now but not as bad.

After sitting in the dark room telling the nice eye doctor man which spots were clearer and saying which is better number 1 or number 2, (and again, number 3 or number 4. At which point, I was getting tempted to say: Which implement is better to beat you with? The cricket bat or the chair?) He kindly informed me that my right eye has changed and I would need new lenses. The price of which comes close to £200 for the pair for slightly thinner lenses than I have right now.

I was considering the thinner lenses as these current ones I have were fitted by Staybrite while they were busy replacing the kitchen windows earlier last year, and frankly for once it would be nice not to have the nickname of Mr Magoo, well in truth some other nicknames spring to mind as well.

I am also considering new glasses as the designer frames I currently use has started to crack (as evidence of trying to adjust them so they didn’t slip again, well as much.) but again it has to wait until next month for the funds to be available.

These designer glasses which the opticians use to give the image that you can have sex with anyone you desire as a result of wearing them, have got very annoying in slipping all the time, and with the frames knackering under use, methinks I have to dig out the “backup” pair with a proper frame and wear them until such time as I can give the old pair a proper burial.

“And now we commence the remains of the Hugo Boss, he led a good life, always helping others to see when they couldn’t.” Just add the lady glasses crying at the side; wiping the tears away with a lens cloth and the picture is complete.

Recently there have been some people who walk along, got jolly bored and then proceeded to vomit everywhere. Not being content with the fact that everyone got pi**ed over New Year and this was an after effect, it seems there is a “NAROVIRUS” wandering from person to person, slightly inconveniencing them with excessive amounts of vomiting and pooing for a couple of days which happen to fill up the rest of the short week at work.

First, what the hell is a NAROVIRUS? Sounds like a roman god. Here comes NARO, God of Puke. Nero, your brother’s making people feel iffy again. Bad NARO.

And second if vomiting is the main symptom, I indeed have been inflicted with that, but only the point of it happening twice and having an upset stomach most of the time. Other than that I have been fine, so it’s doubtful.

Tonight brings a slightly sad event, a friend Mr James Morgan, is running away to Bristol for work, play and other naughty things, so tonight is his last night in Shrewsbury and as a result we are wishing him off on his merry way by eating again.

The weekend brings ironing, clearing away the Christmas decorations, working, and hopefully games playing and more writing. But one can never truly say exactly what’s going to happen can they?

Have fun good people, and yet more silliness will make its way here soon.