Sometimes a blow-out of relaxation is exactly what the doctors like to order if you come into the surgery holding a gun. I’ve been celebrating the fact that I’m off all week due to lies, treachery, deceit and possibly a court order if the judgement stands after the appeal.

It’s been a case of “back to reality” outside of London once more, as a last second journey to Manchester ensued to have just a fun time with fellow comrades in arms, raging against the world as we all like to do in our spare time. Drinking, losing badly in Blackjack and Trivial Protrusion, talking rubbish, all the hallmarks were there.

It was also the first time that I had ventured to Peterborough.

Now before you question how Peterborough, a city with things and stuff (actually I have no idea what’s really there), actually links in to all this, it was to meet up with a friend long time not seen and to journey up the rest of the way with said fellow to Manchester, a slightly different way of doing it but there we are.

First impressions are everything, we make up our minds in the first 10 seconds about practically everything from people to food to guns to toilet paper, and once we have our impression in our minds about the given topic, it’s pretty hard to shake off.

So what impressions would you gain from Peterborough if the first things you see coming out of the Train station is the Transport Police Station burnt down, and hordes of tiny hoody people all making major decisions using their necks, looking like they kill anyone who won’t buy them fags from the local newsagent?

I thought about running too.

Today, I leave London yet again, but for giggles of a different kind, as once again the birthday death bell rings once more, signifying the fact that I’m closer to death than I was a short while ago, if I am to die via old age. Of course my money is on hopefully still dying while having dirty fun time with a sexy lady, to me that’s would be one of the least horrible ways to go.

So what better way to spend that time on that special day but in the company of family and friends? Ok, granted an orgy filled with high class ladies of the evening would be a bonus, but as this is reality, such dreams are destroyed like…things which are destroyed quickly…err…

Wednesday is significant for another reason, and no, it’s not the end of the world as mentioned in a previous post, it’s due to the fact that I get to wear a cap and gown, walk on a stage, act like a befuddled fella in smart clothes (aka Boris Johnson) and then walk off again.

Back in Wolverhampton on that fateful day, I finally graduate from University with a piece of paper and everything. Shouldn’t there be a parade or something? It would be jolly nice.

So for now dear campers I bid you farewell until Wednesday, by which time, I will be struggling to remember what year it is, let alone posting anything on the tome of evil known as Ooh Sometimes.

Love you, BYE!