Y Wegof Di-Reswm

Believe It Baby.
Like with religion (sorry to bring it up) it'd be nice to believe in whatever, possibly. But I can't stick my head in the sand. Live the dream isit? tmi

Steve & Goldberg Play High Stakes Top Trumps

Steve loses another hand...

Goldberg: 'Read it and weep!'

Steve: 'Take it all then'

Goldberg: 'I don't want your money...'
Steve: 'Well what do you want then?'

Steve: Gasp! You Dirty Monkey

Bedtime Story

Spanking The Monkey

All Tuckered Out!

It's been a while since the last update, so I'll quickly skip through the last few days... I may revisit it to re-edit to beef it up.
Thursday...
...mid afternoon.
The sight of the HBoS Gannet attack at the first snifter of free food was alarming in the ferocity and ruthlesness displayed. It was a much more sedate & tastier affair at work as people politely queued for samosas, bhajis & sweet boondies. Real nice.
...late evening... night even!
Steve Bourke eventually made it to Manchester and I picked him up in town, he was particually eager to meet Goldberg and was down as we were off to London on Saturday.
Friday...
...day
I'd headed to work and left Steve to play Goldberg at top trumps in the flat - check the pics. I was certainly glad to draw the working week to a close, as I was utterley cream crackered.
...evening
Me & Steve headed to the Metropolitan bar in Didsbury, which met with his approval - it was pretty cool as it was quite busy but still had a chilled atmosphere. We were just round the corner from Rich's which was handy as Cara, Ingrid & Hannah had come to Manchester and were just arriving. They were surprised by my loss of weight but it was great to chat and catch up.
Saturday...
...morning
I woke up feeling cold and a bit icky, I then realised I didn't know where the hell I was. As I stirred in panic, Steve's voice was audible, 'Lewis, are you up?', 'Urg-huh' it was nine a.m. and I had hell of a drive in front of me. We left straight away, walked to the car got back to the flat and were heading south by 10am.
...a bit later
We thought it'd be funny if we headed to Brum and got Steve to pose as a mystery shopper at Clare's store, insisting he was a size ten and the like! We eventually found the store, and eventually had to get Steve to ask for the directions as the locals were mightily put off by Goldberg's head poking out of my Jacket.
We entered the store which was looking very good by the way, and stifled a giggle as we spotted Clare, and went over the last details of the plan... But we aborted at the last minute as she was looking a little stressed and after being hassled by an hungover drunken Irishman, to find out t'was a hoax by me popping out could well have ment a black eye for either of us, which probably would have been Steve as he was closer - so I did err momentarily. But we saw sense or each other's yellow streaks!
But we were invited back stage for a much welcome cup of tea, but we soon had to shoot off again. We almost got lost trying to get back to the M6, but thankfully we generally headed in the right direction and got back on at J7 instead of J9, job done anyway!
...later still
We got to Slough, which sounds like it'll be awful, but it was much like any other place - but it's name just seems to imply or initiate depression. We called round to see an old mate of mine from back out in west Wales, Wayne 'Tirydail' Jones from Rhydaman and Jerri who must be finding the grey skies a contrast to the blazing sun of the high veld. They were redecorating but made us very welcome along with their mental kitten 'Stokey' - out of the corner of your eye there'd suddenly flash by a blur latching itself on to your finger with its teeth and claws, he went nuts for a while with the new guests then totally passed out.
...later again
We got to London on the train and headed to the hotel, the 'Comfort Inn' in south Lambeth. I did the job but they took over two hours to get me and Steve an iron.
So we met Tim, Hewitt, and BW in the bar and headed to a pub over the road to meet the rest, Cat, Sarah, Toni & her kiwi/english/american friend Michelle who was really nice.
We headed to a small Itallian place nice food but I had to laugh at the 'potato puree' t'was meerly lumpy mash!
I was begining to feel inadequate and rather common, everyone's doing really well it seems, as we did a lot of catch up, and hearing about those who couldn't make it.
It was getting late so we headed to Camden to hit a few bars, there were queues eveywhere, but we got into 'revoultion' and were mighty lucky to get some seats. Somebody got vodka shots which actually did the trick as people loosened up. Everyone was eager to keep on going as we were turfed out at kick-out time, there was but one choice, a gay bar, as they are always open later. Tim pretended to complain but was clearly loving it when we got inside, like being back at the dorms in boarding scool maybe. The dance floor was full it seemed of straight people apart from the lesbian I tried dancing with! but after two hours we were out of there too and got back to the hotel lobby, where I fell asleep in reception as the others chatted/monged out!
It was a blast and great to meet up, we all promised to do it again next year, but maybe in Pontypridd!!!
There are pictures on the HDP. The girl in the last picture left her belt in my hand as she was dragged to the dance floor, never to return - as some sort of souveneir possibly, but it didn't suit me, (the colours in it clashed with my eyes!) so I gave it to kat.
Sunday...
...morning
I awoke again with a start 'what's the time?'...'Crap it's 9.05!' (got to bed at five-ish) 'STEVE! -WE GOTTA ROCK N ROLL!'... We were on our way by ten.
It went smoothly on the way back to Slough except, that when we found a seat on the train, I quickly called Wayne to let him know we'd be back in half an hour. Then some guy started going nuts shouting his head off - I hadn't noticed the no mobile sign, ok I was wrong but the train wasn't even moving yet, and he defeated the purpose by blowing ear drums. Our plan at Slough was to get out go past his window and hope he could lip-read as he loved the silence... either that or show him some pretty universal sign language, but the platform was on the wrong side of the train... shucks!
We didn't hang about as I was giving Steve a lift to Cardiff before heading to Manchester, It took a few hours of mostly non stop driving and I was back in the flat in Whalley range by six that night.
Phew! not because I was back so much but because I wasn't driving. When you have a good weekend it draws a sharper contrast with how much work (which essentially makes up the week) can really suck. The higher you are the harder you fall.
Monday...
Just trying to recover & get sorted.
Tuesday...
Still not sorted, I expect normal service to be resumed tomorrow. But had fab dinner, tortilla wraps with fish fingers, cheese, lettuce, herbs, mustard & sauce! lush! I alos recieved another Decree absolute (yes for me) typical.
If you let it get going it's Detroit Rock City.... from KISS.

Warm As Toast
It's well and truly Autumn, you can tell in the morning with the cold rainand rushes of wind brushing on the window as you lie in bed. And it's far too cosy to be worth getting up at 6.30am surely. However it seems it must be done, I comply and emerge from under the duvet, but I'm not happy about it as I bump my way along the corridor walls to the shower.
Goldfish Shoals Nibbling At My Toes
The Fun-Board meeting, I was introduced as the jockey (as it had got around the whole building - everyone'd heard a slightly different version), and had my jokes vetted (and unilaterally banned - necro/sweetcorn etc) before handand was warned, well advised to behave myself. I retold on impulse the story about the PVC & the prostitute to some wide-eyed looks as I presented it as a personal anecdote. They obviously didn't know me and glanced at each otherwith 'is he serious?' looks.
Po'll remember the slow shake of the head clasped in hands that Paul Gray used to reserve for us two, It repeated by management here too now, last time when I made a thinly veiled fallic reference!
Effed Chi
My karama is perturbed at present... and feeling a bit tired with it. I havn't been to the gym as much as I'd like to have gone, I've been tired from work - I'm obviously working too hard and must be burning the candle at both ends! Partly motivating myself this week is where it's fallen down, you get some weeks like that don't you?
It helped in the Haven with other people to cajole you to cook, clean, drink etc! A spotter (ha!) especially for the gym would be handy.
Thins crop up to to change your plans like a bad penny - but I'm working on getting a routine established so that any changes are easily absorbed.
Munch Bunch
I pretty much cook for my self but have a few emergency meals in the freezer. As Adam normally files in and out I think I've only ever seen him do ready meals but... He cooked on Tuesday which was a surprise, and offered to make me some (when I cook I often give him if he's around little samples/tasters) but I should have known it was too good to be true!! I had to make the eggf ried rice to go with it! It was a bit of a palava as Rich was over and the kitchen isn't suited to too many cooks, but the broth turned out fine! Stir-fry chicken & veg on rice - tip top as I'd say!
The Sully Subversion
I been sent a few links recently, Spencer told me about Adbusters, and thru work I heard about The Onion, with this article, how will they get away with it?
Stick Around!
Spencer and I went to catch Delayed Promise on Wednesday night, at the Roadhouse. Spencer was late again but not by Railway standards so better than normal. However he's been working at Salford uni during freshers week and had promised to bring along enough Senoritas so there'd be some spare even, as it transpired he'd drawn a blank! So much for Sabrina Sanchez! I was early but handily I didn't have to stand like a lemon in the Wetherspoons 'round the corner as Helen came to meet me soon followed by the rest of DP (andy, Paul & Rick) along a few of their groupies and ominous roadies!
The first band were up at 8.30 and were from Scotland, called The Needles and all dressed in tangerine (I've been told that I shouldn't refer to that colour as orange when there are Jocks involved). They were good though, and will be in Cardiff in Clwb Ifor Bach on Monday the twenty-seventh of October, but it is a School night mind. The next band the alpha beats needed a few sofas to go with their music, the third band ( called Pacific) were contrastingly loud but surly with it, moo-oo-dy!
DP deserved their headline billing - shame the place hadn't been heaving at all that night - not that I noticed as I was at the front when they were up. Andy must have had a whole bottle of Sunny delight (All right! Sunny-D!) cos he was going nuts on the e-numbers but it made for a great effect, obviously paying attention to the reviews! But it Rocked allright! It was so loud when they stopped I realised my ears were still buzzing, I could have sworn that I was mildly shouting afterwards like when you try to talk to someone and are listening to music on headphones the same time, but apparently according to Helen I'm always that loud! Put me in my place. It's just that my voice can occasionally carry thats all... Great Show Though!
Me & Spence had to shoot petty damn quick however with a grimmace (like you would pull when you'd suddenly see rolls of an obese persons sweaty flab as it was thrust near to your face) that we had work later that same morning.
Huggles!

Sunday Sucked. I had a terrible nights sleep, the night before and put down my lack of energy or enthusiasm for anything down in part to that. But I can't really put my finger on where it went so wrong. I feel like I wasted too much of the weekend. I did get out of bed though, I had a minor scare when during cooking I managed somehow to get something really hot (in a spicy sense) either dried Thai chillies or Tabasco sauce up my nose (NOwain!) which started to burn, then as I tried to splash it off it spread to my upper lip, my other nostril, my tear duct & as I rubbed and around my eyes, there too - however after half an hour with my face under a cold tap, it had ebbed to a slight tingle.
Lesson learnt though - I'll be more careful in future, I wouldn't advise anyone to do it was most uncomfortable and I was worried a trip to A&E was on the cards at one point!
Also don't to try to chew a whole pack of original flavour Airwaves as fast as you can when driving.
I'm posting this in work via e-mail (during my lunch of course) which is rocking at the moment as it's Monday morning no doubt.
I really will go to the gym tonight. Bring it on!
Post Script.
Hey I made it to the gym, but like with Aarti today, some pesky kids set off the fire alarm as I was in the gym, the building was evacuated and almost half an hour was spent outside in a designated point (assembly point B)in the car-park without any natural cover in the wind & rain (I was already sweaty) in shorts and a t-shirt, and I was f-f-freezing soon enough and cold to my bones. My stuff was locked in a locker inside so when I eventually got in after the fire brigade was strolled around the building, I headed home for a lemsip as a precauiton - I'm fine I think though (diddums).
Mr. Evans has started in addition to his serious blog a juvenille one along the lines of this one. Check it out here. Moving on up, moving on out!
Rock On! it's AC/DC

It was mission accomplished with returning the costume, my patch up job passed the inspection, so I have to hope that it goes out a few more times before they notice or it'll come back to bite me.
I skipped the gym as I was feeling tired generally, and decided on a major session on Sunday which we've yet to see if it transpires!
The Scarlets lost again on Friday night! not looking good for this season - the players were out there to be signed but... weren't.
I popped to the Metropolitan in Didsbury to Meet up with Engles & Kamran from work... Kamran was pretty rough from the night before, And Engles was already struggling! His mate Matt had come up from somewhere in Cheshire, I gave them a lift to town, they were well impressed with the music , before I headed off. I did go to a few places with them, mainly wondering how they compared to their name-sakes in Kairdiff. I've been to 'Revolution' before, expensive and too full of blokes. Bar 38, same old like down Cardiff Bay but bigger really. Brannigans - I was dreading this one remebering what a dive it was in Cardiff - it was better here though - but then they started playing snippets of any music it seemed: Eddie Cochran, Tom Jones, Tiffany, Hey Mickey, other 80's stuff which was really annoying (The playing small bits). By this point we were on the dance floor, I had been reduced to a couldn't care less shuffle, where as Marc, who got my Elvis aviator shades from the car was having to beat off the ladies with a stick. It was at this point I decided I'd had enough and went home and caught the end of Deuce Bigalo.
The music is called 'Bollywood Bass' but it's not what Aarti wanted me to put on but it's okay though, is This what you meant?
If it's not one thing it's the other, don't you find? I got away it seems with damaging the costume but as I opened the curtains in the lounge this morning the whole thing came off the wall - rail an' all! It's not even the first place it's happened to me, it happened in the Haven, and one of the student houses where I stayed in Pontypridd, How unlucky can you get? .

Why The Long Face?
There isn't that much to report on really, but I do think that I've been busier generally. On Wednesday night I took it easy as I was recovering from the gym, and due to classes finishing at 9.30 I wasn't getting to bed 'till late so I was fairly tired.
I wouldn't be able to go to the gym on Thurday either (I was still aching quite a bit anyway!) as I went to the flicks. Spencer and I saw 'Supersize Me' , It was about a healthy yank, Morgan a funny likeable guy who goes on a thirty day MacDonalds(No I'm not providing a link to their website) for every meal diet. I really liked the film, maybe in part how it has a go at MacDonalds and corporate America, and how so many people bow down to the allmighty Dollar. It was shocking and surprising at times with some of the conventional practices brought about by the igronance & unconcerned attitude of some of those involved in decision making. It did though get it point accross with humour (your man's GP was hillarious - a 'hair everywhere' eccentric who looked none too healthy himself!), by taking arguments to the extreme, which is the way I sometimes try to make a point. I remember someone telling me that they shouldn't be repramanded for a certain misdemeanor (at this point my fists are raised to dish out some rightously 'sweet' retribution) as they weren't doing it now at that particular moment anymore (they probably were like humming something annoyingly - fine one to talk I know but I'm at least normally in tune). Thats tough I explained, if you were in court and the judge says 'I sentence you to life for murder', you can't turn around and say, 'Aw c'mon I'm not doing one now' can you? That'd be thick. Anyway back to the film - go see it if you can t'was excellent. There was an advert in the trailers from MacDonalds inviting people to view a website where they retort and argue against the film, but I can't see how they'd have a leg to stand on. Might be worth a laugh though. Also before the film was a trailer for 'The Corporation' also about the chilling evil of corporate America and gobalisation which looked really good too, so I'll try and make a point to see that when it's out.
I gave Spencer a lift back to the north of the city, a bit like a tour passing sites of interest on the way: 'last weekend that's where a pub fight ended with some one being killed as a car was driven into the beer garden and ran over the guy'! 'That car was stolen a week ago, (it's parked up outside someone's house) and the Police came round to put a sticker on it last Friday but nothing since'. 'That's going to be Europe's biggest and emptyest industrial park when it's finished!'.
Earlier on Thurday in work we were told that the total ban on denim was to be lifted the next day in the interests of Charity (The Children of Beslan, North Ossetia) so we could wear jeans in return for a shiny pound coin. However the conversation turned to raising cash by dressing in bad taste, which I'd shirley win, a manger then offered if someone was to come in in 'noticable' fancy dress - the challenge was set! I got off an hour early (I had to make the hour up though!- mouldy chizz!) to go to town to re-hire the Elvis jump suit of a previous occasion. I eventually got into town but not with much time to spare, there was no-where to park so I parked in Wing Yips, but this meant I had to buy something, I've been meaning to get some loose leaf Oolong tea so this was the time to get it. As I checked out I noticed I had quarter of an hour to get to the shop, but I was informed that I needed a minimum transaction of £10 so I had to race back down the aisles to get another box of tea before racing into the northern quarter in town. I got to the fancy dress shop but someone had phoned to hire the six Elvis jumpsuits that they had that very morning. There was another shop downa bit further so I got there about five minutes before it closed, however their Elvis suits were fairly poor, they didn't evan have cloaks on them, I ask you! But I decided I had to get something... The gorilla suit was too small, the teddy-bear suit was too short , and the chicken's was too revealing! they didn't even supply an extra sock to go with the tights! I was running out of time so without trying it on I went for the jockey riding horse an you may be just able to make out in the picture above.
It turned a few heads at work as I cantered into the officein the morning (I drove in with it on), and galloped back and fore to the printer to the music from Black Beauty. The head of the horse did originate from an unfortuate position upon my body which was a source of endless amusment as some of the braver ladies in the department petted it. The horse may have however nuzzled the wrong young lady at times, and was eventually put down late in the afternoon. Not before lunch where I trotted into a pub in town ('The Bank' as in the picture), stopping traffic as I crossed the road, and being heckled by van drivers! Unfortuatley I damaged the costume as I leap-frogged some bollards with it on, meaning that I've taken a needle and thread to it, to do some running repairs on it before I hand it back. Somebody mentioned that I must be brave to behave in such a way but they don't know that it's 'old hat', indeed 'It's been done' and that it not the case as to be brave you need fear! Before he was put out to stud, mamagement insited that I galloped around the office collecting extra monies for the charity effort, I reluctantly agreed as it was a hot costume and the galloping in the office made it loads worse. I made one of those unintended unfortunate puns (one such I'm reminded of back home was when the only non-white guy in the team came off the bench in a rugby match after half time as he'd turned up late, he was a talented flamboyant player and made a real difference to the game - so in the de-brief after the game the coach said totally innocently, 'Faisal came on and brought some colour to the game... where he cut himself off realising what he'd said (this is in West Wales remember 15 years ago)) as I collected cash in my nose-bag, I asked for any loose change or shrapnel as I often call it, somebody pointed out to me afterwards that I was collecting for bomb victims! Whoops, but I didn't mean it honest.
An action packed few days? Not really, Friday night sewing and the gym for me! Hasta Luego compadres.
ps. I've heard down the grapevine that some old friends may occasionally visit this site - leave a comment or something bois!
Yes those are monks, the Benedictine Monks Of Santo Domingo De Silo apparently! Repent Sinners!
Hey Peeps, some additional pictures are on the HDP(Hyperdoopelator).

Owain Glyndwr
It's Glyndwr Day (THE Welsh Hero), for many of you he needs no introduction. For the others here are a few links. A B C CH . There's an old saying from South Wales - 'There are three things not discussed in polite conversation: Politics, Religion & Rugby League' obviously the last one is clearly synonymous with money. So I won't discuss politicking further here!

Well, I have a BBC update for you, but I'm afraid it's not good news... I rang up as a follow up to the additional ideas that had been sent in, and it turned out that the producers have decided to exclusively stick to couples, and people with partners, ( I could I suppose consider a night in Stockport to pull some rough slapper - there'll probably even be kids who I could help with their homework I dare say... actually no - I saw a friend almost succumb to the same fate in NantGarw once(you know who you are!), it's not really even worth considering) one example of which is some people whose dream is to farm reindeer in the tundra of Northern Finland. Sounds absolutley enthralling I'm sure you'll agree but maybe more like something you'd find on BBC4 & not BBC3 if you ask me. I'm trying to consider it a moral victory as it was too far out and fantastical for them, but in any other meaningful sense, it was an unmitigating defeat, oh well never mind.
Updates have certainly been more scarce this week, the logic when applied to Po's blog is that he's having way too much fun, and Aarti like me is way too bored and therefore updates daily. I've in fact been to the gym for a number of nights in succession, and I feel better for it. I've been doing a fair few classes and it seems to be mainly women who go but, last night for a change there were two ladies who may be classes as half decent, suing normal maths you may have though that would equal at least one lady of an acceptable standard, but you'd be wrong like , if only you could apply such conventional properties, it's like when the laws of Newtonian physics no longer apply when in black holes or when near the speed of light, they just go out of the window! Who am I to complain though I'm hardly eye-candy!
I'd been to the gym twice in two weeks, then this week I've been four nights running. After boxercise last night I was still feeling that I had energy to burn and did a couple extra miles on the treadmill. But it was closing soon so I headed home, but that wasn't the end of it as the car died as I was driving it about 500m from home and I got Adam out to steer it as I pushed it all the way back, though a downpour. A few people pulled over in pity to offer help - but I soldiered on! needless to say I was utterley shattered. It turned out that the fan belt at some point had decided to abandon me, to leave potentially in the lurch if you will. Luckily a replacement was only £5 so it's back up and running no problem!
Dunc you may be pleased to hear that Steve 'Abraham' Bourke applauds the action that you took with your associates the other night as he firmly believed that I had it coming, but apparently only goes someway towards what could be considered reasonable come-uppance! He obviously believes that only physical pain on my part could be decent recompence at this stage. Yikes!
The music this time may be coming from a slow server so you can download it here.

I was subject to a prank call, and I'm afraid that I went along with it. I did think it was a little fishy, although not to the extent where I thought that Captain Birdseye had left his damp underwear on a hot radiator in the same room as me.
Duncan 'Duncan' Leigh (of Garnant Fame) was behind it, one of his mates, rang me up posing as 'Real Radio' in Cardiff saying that an unknown friend had put me foward to win a holday to the south of France with £2k spending money. So I foolishly went along with it, and answerd the quiz questions, I suppose they knew which button to press - ie free money. The production was pretty good although at times it was rough and I wondered about smelling a rat, but I pressed on. I was eventually put through to Dunc who eventually sheepishly came clean. So, clap. clap. Well done - you got me, but no hard feelings? Dunc was a bit concerned about me dishing out some sort of retribution, but don't worry - I did find vials of the Ebola virus on t'net and discount packs of voodoo dolls (getting hair from you Dunc wouldn't be a problem at the rate it's currently falling out! ouch-sorry bit harsh) but they were out of my price range. I'll settle on a favorite - the old fork in the eye!
Yours in Jest, Owz.

The Decree Absolute With A One-Fingered Salute.
The piece of paper has eventually arrived, although I won't be so dissmissive in future, a £20 note is a piece of paper after all, & I shouldn't have considered the predeceeding piece of paper to be just that, especially in seeing all the strife, the deterioration, the subversive bxxxxxxx & dreams with Gentle Ben dancing the funky chicken that ensued.
It's been another crazy far out weekend, I've just decimated my budget partying like it's 1999 with a pint of milk and bread! Which reminds me I used to have one of those distilling jars to collect loose shrapnell in, it seems pointless when you're flush but it does mean you can get bread if you really do need to. I'm not sure what happend to it, I think it was thrown out behind my back by you-know-who (No not Voldemort Aarti!) because it was 'common'.
Saturday was actually pretty easy going, lie in, laundry and mucking around with the blog's latest feature, the chat window on the right, it probably is pretty useless but maybe easier than posting comments or whatever. It's the same chat window that's on Josh's site although I'm the administrator, I thought it wouldn't be so sad if it's seen to be busier - but it may prove to be it's downfall...
I was thinking of going to the gym on Saturday night as I wasn't really up to anything, but decided that would be far too depressing, Steve(Silverback) tried it last week and it seems that gym's on Saturday evenings become the haunt of the scitzophrenic and socially inept. So I'd fit right in, but I decided to go on Sunday. On Friday night the place we got the mystery white fish from was called Moston it was 10.30 and people were spilling out of the pubs literally on to the pavement. The area has a bit of a reputation see here, and apparently there's aprotection racket going on where local hoods get kids to throw bricks through the shop windows if they don't pay up. Nice.
I hit the gym sure enough on Sunday - again I tried the scales, and apparently they've just been calibrated, I was shocked to find then that I weigh 12st on the button... Crikey! must be down to being ill recently. Anyway, it's been a while since I've done a gym session as opposed to just classes, and I concentrated mainly on Cardiovascular exercice, it was a bit tough going but I did a fair whack for the first time back, I did 5km on the rower and found it tough at times, but I didn't almost kill myself like I used to in Cardiff, being unable to walk or hold things after rowing as even that was better than going back to the hell in the flat.
Tonight's entertainment includes ironing, making sandwiches and updating my CV. Whoopeedoo.
You may recall Timothy Claypole? It's Rentaghost! Keep it Real Dudes.
Ps. Shw mae Kwokwah! I heard about the rugby - oh dear! I was fearing for the Turks - they didn't really recruit well over the summer, unlike the Ospreys, and the Blues beat the Dragons too. I'll be back someday - are you thinking of ditching Castell-Nedd and giving Caerdydd a shot? No need to tell you about RT/Aarti, I see she's introduced herself! And you could have posted anomously and just written your name at the bottom - so you might as well start a blog now too. Go on, Go on, Go on! Oh - I've dropped the 'Thi' moniker, he's dead now. It's a bit ritualistic & symbolic I know but useful however, I'm not a creature of meer logical processes.
RT - a doppleganger eh? (none of those jokes please) I heard rumours of one being in the Pontarddulais area a few years ago (played ouside half apparently)- next time get some details/pictures please - I'm intrigued! The comedic possibilities could be limitless!

Mr. Harrison. You could get lost down there.
I was telling myself after work I was off to the gym, but last thing I arranged to meet Spencer (of House Gymnastics fame) in the Cornerhouse for an ideas session with an aim to having something to get back with to the BBC with. We had quite a few ideas, cigars & boxing with Fidelismo in Cuba. Bit parts in Bollywood films. Helping to orgainise a coup in an African sovereign republic. Training as Mexican wrestlers in, um... Mexico! Filming a 'pilot' show about Moustached Private detectives in Hawaii etc, it did get even sillier. The idea was to have an unusual activity in an interesting or glamourous place which might be entertaining to have the hopefully hillarious consequences filmed, although the Elvis school proposal did fulfill those criteria...
We popped around a few bars in town, including 'The Temple' which is one of those old subterreanean toilets that used to be everywhere that's now been converted into a small narrow bar under the pavement. Handily Spencer brough me a pint as pay day is five nights away and I'd allready eaten well into my 75p a day budget with the first pint.
After that Spencer took me to this warehouse where a former record shop owner (George - nice guy with big white hair - didn't understand a word I said) has got a record collection in the basement of a warehouse in Newton Heath. It was nuts, it was 7000 square feet and totally full like a narrow high-sided maze with old vinyl, cassettes, cds, beetamax, vhs - you name it, so much you could NEVER listen to it all, there are a few pics on the Hyperdoopelator apart from the one above, but you can't tell from it just how much there was - it was truly mind-boggling.
Spencer, George & I went for a 'Fish supper' afterwards, we couldn't decide if it was cod or plaice - but it's created a president and it may mean I'm intergrating as it's a traditional northern delicacy I'm led to believe if Alf Tupper is correct. The chippy was in a sub-town centre in the north of the city which definately has a different feel of malignancy to it when compared overall to the southern districts.
I've been ignoring the phone when I've seen that it's the rugby club who I went training with once calling me, but they slyly rang me at work and the guy hassled me to play Saturday afternoon, I'm in two minds as all in all it could be too much trouble, I may just skip it and hope they stop ringing me. I think I'd rather get into going to the gym regulary instead.
Have you seen the stalker palava on Aarti's blog (check the comments)? It's entertaining reading but, it sounded like the guy was close to tears! Scary like - it sounds like the guy knows her but won't let on who he is!

It instills confidence in you when the court system can't even send you a piece of paper after three phone calls. I phoned them a third time, this morning as I've yet to recieve my Decree Absolute on paper. I need it for a photo-oportunity which you'll have to wait for, I wasn't sure that the photo'd go down well but Aarti assures me it'll be funny, and appreciated by those who count, so I'll go along with that.
Anyway so I phoned up and took a name this time as it usually helps, but as I talked to the guy he just agreed with all that I said, like he was just paying lip-service. So I tried to help him understand, 'It's like when you were young and you've just swam a length of the pool to get your bronze certificate, and you want to run home to tell everyone, But Russell (his name), I can't do that. Do you see?' He didn't really answer but uttered a noise somewhere between 'um' and 'oh'. I think he understood on some level.
The T-bag results are in: And the results are as expected.
1st: Tetleys 64%
2nd: PG Tips 27%
3rd: Typhoo 9%
The New poll is along food lines again after Abraham's request: So it's the shake collection as tried by me and of course you could always make then yourself too, if you give a sh/t.
Meatshake: 200g of corned beef blended into a pint of milk with a touch of freshly ground black pepper.
Fishshake: A tin of drained tuna blended into a pint of milk. Try a tablespoon of Oyster sauce.
Veggieshake: As outlined on a previous post.
I'd have to go for the meatshake myself, it may smell like catfood but once you get started it's not so bad, but look out for a meat moustache afterwards. Also It a meal all in one, and can be downed in 10 seconds!
The Fishshake was grim, I have to be honest, I had to brush the inside of my mouth afterwards as it left a thin film on the inside of my mouth.
There you are.
A few have asked - tmi just means 'too much information' just wondering aloud really if I go into too much detail etc and bore the socks off people.
I'm back late tonight as I was out with some people from work but not drinking and was subdued, as has seemed to be the norm of late, as I mused over past drunken escapades & their former glories, I must be getting old as I was a bit tired and got a headache (but didn't use it as an excuse for fear of ridicule) and left pretty early - I was probably cramping their style. Leaving work today was Emma, but with a legitimate reason as she's going back to college, but It's a real shame as she was once of those people who are allways upbeat and friendly and make the office a better place. Good luck!
Lastly - I won't now be freaking out any squares in the Kiddiminster area tomorrow.
Suck in the guts guys. Owz

...I'll Tell You No Lies.
Back To Work. It had to be done even if there was a sense of dread associated, down to imagined missed calls and escallated nightmare scenarios on certain files. But I got by.
On Aarti's site a few days ago someone critisised my 'aim', any of you was it? I think it was meant in a metaphorical sense but it is nonetheless a tad bemusing, I was just wondering really.
Hey Dunc there's Association Football on tonight again, I'll post the result for you in the comments later!

A threadbare update, been off ill and have just been in the flat, so absolutley nothing of any worth whatsoever to report - back into work tomorrow 'deffo'. I haven't had a cup of tea since Thursday untill tonight, so it must be a sign, those who've lived with me would know I can be a bit of a tea monster when I don't get my fix, and may struggle to believe that it's been four days since I've had a cup, but I assure you it is the case - I did actually make a cup once or twice out of habit, but after a sip decided it wasn't agreeing with me. A serious mallady indeed.
I Have started a new 'creative' hobby/task but won't tell you what it is as I'll probably drop it after it starts going wrong after a week or so, If it's going well then maybe I will tell, we'll see I suppose.
The result may mean less regular updates, let's face it it's almost as if I have nothing better to do.
Inspired by Josh's picture on his profile, it's the theme from...The Trap Door! that you may be able to hear.

I've been recovering somewhat this weekend, I don't mind recovering from a heavy gym session as there is is a goal apparent, but when it's an unexplicable illness it just p!sses me off when all goes out of the window and is written off. Anyhow, I havn't really kept myself that amused during my sporadic bouts of conciousness, but on Steve's suggestion I had a go of the BBC's personality test, these things are inherently flawed I know but I didn't expect to be a 'mentor' so it's obviously wrong or I wasn't accurate/honest enough with my answers. One of my greatest flaws is that I'm far too modest (Old gags are the best?) so maybe it was down to that! I might give it another go, with a greater degree of introspection into my mirky depths.
I've done a spot of cleaning but unfortunately ran out of bleach, which I'd left trails of in the bathroom, I 'dusted' the surfaces with 'Cif Oxy Gel'- a mistake it reacted chemically with the bleach and I vacated the bathroom and left the fans on for an hour. As I rinsed it off enamel and most surfaces were fine, however the toilet seat now has streaks stained into it, the questionis do I get a new seat or try to get away with it by staining the rest of the seat & lid exactly the same? tmi
Steve (from the pics) told me an amusing story, he was out on Friday night in Cardiff on a works do having a spot of food, when a stranger approached him and loudly asked "it's Steve isn't it? - I loved that picture of you sniffing panties", which silenced Steve for a few precious guilty moments as he glanced around the table at the enquiringly inquisitive eyes. It was Gav who also happend to be out, & I remember at the time Steve saying 'I can't believe you talked me into this!', well just don't mistake noteriety for fame!
Rugby's Celtic League has just kicked off with the Scarlets & the Ospreys winning against Borders & Munster respectively, & I'm backing the Blues to follow suit today against Leinster. In the football world cup qualifiers Wales drew 1-1 dissapointingly against Azerbaijan but it was away in Baku and it's still early days yet.
Bye for a while Crocodile - I'm off to mong out on 'over the counter' prescription remedies. Owz

Death warmed up is apparently what I look like, I was persuaded to go home from work after only an hour.tmi. I was rough yesterday but, sorry to gross out akin to Po, I suddenly awoke in the middle of night closely followed by vomit, blood, sweat, chills & my head felling like it was in a vice. I barely got up in the morning , and dizzynesss with my affected vision almost led me to fall down the stairs. At least I'm too ill to go out - thus saving cash, every cloud eh...?
Gav - hang in there dude, you'll be fine.
Curly - They've already warned me about unsuitable ties!
Yes it's Airwolf, who incidentally would beat Blue Thunder hands down.

Feeling rough again - docs tomoz - got the afternoon off, as a holiday though.tmi. And another leaver at works leaving do tomorrow - so not just ill fot it but totally skint too (where has it all gone? - the relocation hangover seems to be the main culprit), will have to drive to have 'resonable grounds' for alcohol refusal. Scales in the gym said I was 12st 8lbs - that was with kit on! if thats correct I haven't been that light since I was but a lad (a teenager) and that was far too long ago for me to cast my mind effectively back with any clarity - If I recall correctly I think I was a super-strong & athletic bronzed local hero - talk of the town an' all - at the time, who went on to work as a reporter for the Daily Planet, oh actually no I think that may have been as a photographer for the Daily Bugle (we had a tyranical editor I think), Not sure I'm afraid I can't say for certain which one. I sure it'll come back to me.
Say no to Drugs Kids.
Owz

Really could do with a power nap about now!

Yes that's right I'm Welsh, some people verbally make a note of it as if they'd suddenly noticed that I had pointy ears and they'd realised that I was in fact an Elf. "OH MY GAWD! you're Welsh....why's that?"....?
I've had a few text & mails on the subject of the BBC, so here's the update. I came back to the flat during my luch to show around and have a chat with a producer of the show. It seemed to go okay, although I don't know how I came accross as I was being filmed, It seems however there are insurance & health and saftey issues with being shot out of a cannon or parachuting. I managed to drop in many of my old gags, which most of you are tired of, but of course were totally new to her, but I may have overstepped the mark when I said that my mask for for the missionary posititon. But she seemed keen, on doing something (not a position!) , that however does not make it at all definite. New ideas are needed - as there was talk of training to do something in Vegas, it occured to me that a troupe of Elvis wannabees could be trained up by an established impersonator, with the aim of putting on a show at a charity event that was mentioned to me. So it's not totally indulgent - it's for a good cause. We'll have to see. As she left she described me as 'barking' but I think it was meant in a good sense.
After Friday's performance in the departmental meeting, I've it seems been put on to a 'Fun Board' - it's not for target practice but for coming up with moral boosting ideas, it did come somewhat of a surprise that the rest of the board is madeup of accountants... untill I realised that their presence is to put the brakes on loose cannons. I've put myself foward to be a fire marshall too, but someone questioned the wisdom of this as I seem to tend to doze off when the day is at it's hottest! tmi
We have to wear ties again at work, and to say that I'm dissapointed is an understatement - I need to get some awful ones to wear to make it amusing for myself, I'm still not bothering to iron shirts either.
Food Ideas: some you are familiar with Meatshake & even the less popular Fishshake, I've just tried Veggieshake, It's to aid digestion by doing some of the mastication (that's chewing Curly) process on your behalf, try green beans, peas, sweetcorn, a little cheese & a pinch of salt blended into a pint of milk with a bit of stock - Nutritacious!
Beth Bynnag. Cachi'r Gwely! Tro nesa' pobol....