Day 4 of my self imposed exile away from the blog, the gaming and basically most people and it basically blows harder than one of those friendly women in Amsterdam.
I find myself lost in the urban tundra, alone, desperate to do naughty, but unable to unleash the beast of Doombah to quell the tax accountant that has taken resident in my ever decreasing sense of child-like wonder (aka the brain). Cobwebs are starting take up space, and all the while I’m starting to think if Father Jack had life down to a tee: DRINK! FECK! ARSE!

OK, well the truth is, at the moment I have nothing interesting to post so I figure I’d write a load of crap to keep myself sane more than anything.
There was something interesting from the Weekend, which I am more than happy to post here, a slightly naughty skype get together with some people for the Gamers with Jobs podcast at 1am Sunday morning. That went slightly wrong due to this modern day wonderful stuff we use every day, so that was rescheduled for the weekend after. Which brings a bit of a quandry to my salty head wound.

So yes, today is Febuary the 14th, and yet another year of men running around Tescos last night, looking for roses, a card and chocolates, all to make sure that their respective ladies does not visit harm upon their souls. It was amazing, how many men were running around the store, just seeing what was the best.
SO…aside from the degree work, which actually is proceeding at an acceptable pace and I do indeed see the end of the production of the product in sight, which should come the weekend, which will only leave a mountain of paperwork to write only for the tutors to shred later, to do. Isn’t it wonderful?

Other than that regretfully my friends it really has been a case of work work and yet even more work since Monday night’s little insight into Cloverfield.
