We return on this Wednesday with more goings-on after the awful fact that it’s been a bit of a bad week for most people and it’s not over just yet.

You see, Monday according to various psychotic people (you know those people who take your money and ask “how does that make you feel?”) is the worst day of the year, because the Christmas malaise has passed, the bills are coming in, the sad fact that work beckons for another full year, and the kids start wanting more things again, not being content with the uber deluxe ultra console 6000 with 170 games and a new car they gained over the festive period.

So this all means that you, the discerning reader of this text will have felt like complete and utter dog poop, or least you will be aspiring to that level.

Is that the case, after all, we have gotten used to the rotten times by now surely? The expense, the bad weather, the feeling that you left the iron on, all these things are now part and parcel of modern life and like soldiers, we march on regardless, hoping to give Gerry what for. When Gerry finds out that everyone is after him and is going give him whatever the “what for” is, he’s going to want somewhere to hide.

And he can hide here at oohsometimes. Fear not dear readers, like the women of the night who keep on “giving”, we too welcome all who waddle into our street corner on the internet.

Fear not, not all is bad…

Granted the economy from all that credit malarkey with rising bills, is now heading into recession whether people want to admit it or not, areas of the job market are drying up (just look at IT and the amount of jobs being offered at the moment, where you are to know everything under the sun for £3.50. If you’re lucky), various pieces of computer type gibbons, which for some reason happen to contain everything about everyone ever, have been disappearing left right and center, but that’s no reason to be disheartened.

Those people who survived the plane turning itself off due to a computer glitch (one hell of a computer glitch if you ask me) will have been kissing the ground, themselves and possibly each other in various forms, just will have been so happy to walk away. That was a good day in retrospect, no-one died.

In fact one could argue that in order change the status quo, you would have to change your situation yourself. But therein lies the rub. That sort of silliness requires huge amounts of effort and if, like me, you are a lord/lady of leisure then the only true concerns you have are sleeping, eating and playing Guitar Hero 3 on a Sunday morning in some colourful underpants. Preferably your own underpants but who can say in this cosmopolitan age?

So if you are feeling blue, just remember to do something to make yourself feel better. Or have a cup of tea, that does wonders for me.

As for the weekend past, once again it was a fairly torrid affair, filled with tales of woe. Well sort of. The parents came to visit again, and I went missing for most of the day, mainly glad that the work was done the day before and I had time to relax before more work was required for the site or indeed Episode 2.

I did actually go to the gym in town, and for the first time in ages, gave the body a good thrashing which it deserved after being naughty all this time. It was extremely hard going on the cross trainer, you know that steppy thing with the two sticks you hold onto that goes back and forth. Ok, not too descriptive but use your imagination to see what it looks like.

Or use Google.

Saturday night was spent with the lady friend of leisure and Laura from Brummieland (well she came from Lithuania too, but now she lives there) drinking various liquids of ill repute and watching Dogma. It was a hoot and a holler, as our American friends like to phrase it. We had a good laugh, talking about issues of the day, and other things which won’t be mentioned here for the same ye olde mystery element that I love creating.

Sunday however was a day which opened my eyes, and then made them sleepy. Laura wanted new stuff for her kitchen to show off to people when they come around for dinner and wanted Natalie’s expertise on the “style” of the cutlery and other bits. Yep, the style. No longer do people just go and buy a dinner set for £20 and all’s done. No, all day was spent worrying about whether or not the plates go with the table cloth.

Now, call me cynical, perhaps disenfranchised but that doesn’t sound like a worthwhile way to spend time. But then again in the company in two attractive women; we men seem to want to put up with just about everything. All for the poon.