Went to see calexico last night. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't that. They were really good, it sagged a bit in the middle but I guess thats due to the fact I didn't know any of their material so liked the ones with OOMPAH which stirred what little I have of a soul. I was a bit alamred that all the band wore shirts tucked into their jeans and the fact that a large percentage of the audience seemed to be geography teachers but they were really good. Last time I leave my car in that fucking car park though.
I've got the taste for booze.
Luckily today I shall be spending the afternoon drinking it then, to celebrate two guys leaving our office. Better not get too embarassingly drunk though as we are going to see The Music tonight.
I'm in a bit of a lull today and have been doing some top quality moping, so i'm hoping that the booze-music combo will stir me out of it.

Oddly today I seem to have become addicted to seeing if any of the actors in my favourite films have died using imdb.
I think it was seeing that three of the main actors in Ice Cold In Alex all died in 1989 which started all this.

Having a drink during a work lunchtime is a really bad idea.
I'd done quite well this morning, written objectives for people and generally been a good lad. One trip out at lunch and there is a mischevious glint in my eye. People keep leaving their cups of tea brewing in the kitchen whilst they go for a slash. Lager fueled Glenn sees this as an excuse to hide their cups and then scarper. Childish.

When I used to play "army" as a wee nipper, one of the noises used to represent gunshot was "huh-huh huh-huh" said in a rapid and slightly shrill way.
There's a guy in our office at the moment who laughs like that. It's starting to piss me off. His hair is wiry and curly in a pubic sort of way as well. Go away stupid laugh man.

There were several reasons why I thought having a weblog would be a bad idea. These are:

1. I didn't think anyone would care about what I had to write. Who cares about what i've been up to and what I think about things? My life and it's actions influence a handful of people, all of whom would get no extra insight into reading what they already know. I don't think what I have to say is of any importance to anybody else.

2. My inability to keep things to myself. I knew full well i'd put things on the weblog which could embarass myself, or should remain as things best left unsaid to protect the feelings of others. I've done it already, I've put up references to Friday night and i'm unsure about whether i should have put that sort of thing on the internet. Plus i'm a natural troubleseeker.

3. I wouldn't keep updating it. I have so far and the reason I started it in the first place was to give me something to do for twenty minutes a day at work. It won't last though.

4. My appalling grammar. I have terrible problems with punctuation, i overuse commas, i sometimes stretch sentences on forever, i put everything in quotes till i start getting pissed off with myself and have erratic use of apostrophes. Oh, and the semi-colon frightens me.

I still think the above four points are valid but I guess as long as I find myself idle for a noticeable length of time at work, i'll persevere with it. Another thing that pisses me off is that the internet connection is so shit at work that I have to keep sending stuff home to post. Which more often than not knackers up the formatting.

I'm listening to Parklife by Blur at the moment and I can't listen to this album without thinking back to 1995 in Club Vernon, with Alex listening to it on his walkman and singing along much to the annoyance of everyone else in the 70's style dump. I guess that's what a lot of musics appeal is, to remind you of times and moments in your life. For example, the song Now You're Nobody by Embrace reminds me of driving around Blackpool listening to the whole album in a state of awe. It just seems odd that one of my favourite albums of the nineties reminds me of something as common as Alex being a bit odd.
Some other music - memory links are:

OK Computer by Radiohead - Reminds me of June 97, driving from a work graduate development programme in Lancaster to pick up some rope from Fleetwood trawler supplies.

The Holy Bible by The Manic Street Preachers - Reminds me of driving to uni every day. I think it was the thing I listened to most, either than or In Utero.

Sorted For E's And Whizz by Pulp - Reminds me of shell petrol station in Fleetwood due to the time when I filled the car up there and saw the papers filled with that ridiculous storm over the packaging of the single.

Did You Miss Me by The Cooper Temple Clause - Reminds me of a road crossing down Fishergate in Preston, near a shoe shop. Whenever I cross that bit of the road I find myself singing the start of that song. Which is a bit odd to be honest.

There are plenty of others, most of the other ones I can actually remember are too personal to put on the internet. Hey, see, i may be able to censor myself after all. There's hope for this weblog yet.

Hang on, Liam has linked to my weblog. Well, two can play at that game.....
Er, how do I do it here?

LIAM OF THE ASTLEY AND HIS WORDSCRIBBLE!


Ahh there you go.....

God I have been so bored tonight. I did have big intentions to do all the washing up and tidy the house but I ended up moping on the computer in a fit of boredom trying to work out why it was playing up. I don't know, something has gone mental with it, it's this dodgy version of XP i'm sure. Then again I have to have XP on it due to all the components inside not working properly with any other operating system. Next time I want a new computer i'll buy one from a shop, not cobble one together myself. It saves virtually nothing financially and invariably leaves me with a shite product. Anyway, it seems better now bar the hard disk light being on quite a bit more than normal. Maybe it's gained intelligence?
I might chuck it out of the window.

Weekend round-up.
Well as previously mentioned, Friday was John Hudsons 28th birthday. It was quite
fun, John was really pissed and spent all night telling everyone how much he loved
me. Which was nice. He also kissed me. Which wasn't nice. I'll forgive him his
attempts to make everybody best friends as he was pissed and i'm sure his
intentions were good.
Speaking of which, I guess it was quite nice to tell people that we don't hate them
especially when it seems so important to them. Just because I don't get on with
people, things about them grate or we have a complete personality mismatch does not
mean I want to see them dead in a ditch somewhere. People aren't like marmite! I
get tagged with it more than most, that i'm either really nice to people or I hate
them with gusto. It's not true, I can think of lots of people who I don't get along
with and who don't like me. I don't lie awake at night wanting to make them be my
friend or wishing they were dead. I reserve that fate for a select couple of people.

I can't help but be straight with people. I don't seem to be able to disguise my
feelings or put a face on for the benefit of the situation. It's more trouble than
it's worth a lot of the time, some situations call for a bit of diplomacy. I mean,
nobody reacts well to an angry sour-faced man telling them their faults. It's just
that people can be so two-faced and it's horrible to see. This current situation is
the apotheosis of this, there's so much bitching about people behind their backs,
with individuals going around oblivious to the true feelings and intentions of
others. I don't know, it just makes me feel a level of compassion that I didn't
previously have, I don't want to add to somebodies woes when they have more
important things to worry about. If I could actually give one bit of advice to one
person in particular it'd be "Choose your friends carefully".
Anyway i'm glad Marie handled it, she generally chooses the right way to act based
on what is required, rather than feeling the need to tell everyone what she thinks
of them. Allan-style! I just hope the negative potential of the situation doesn't
arise otherwise I may beat my head with a stick.
Oh, Friday may also have given rise to a "wuh?" scenario. Can't say anything now
but just remember those three letters w, u and h. Oh and the question mark.
On Saturday we went shopping in Manchester and saw lots of cool stuff. I wasn't
really in the shopping mood though. I was tired, irritable and a bit grumpy. It's a
good place to shop and when I have a bit more money i'd like to go back and buy
half of the place. And burn half of it down.
Saturday evening we went to Crows in Lancaster. It was nice and the food was good
but I was really tired and wanted a nice sit down. Fell asleep watching a film.
Getting so old...
Jesus, on Sunday we broke the sainsburys till record. A lot of it was due to booze
(the lady on the till asked if we were alcoholics) but still 164 quid is a lot to
spend on groceries.
After unpacking the caviar, gold-plated sweetcorn and dodo eggs, we went to visit
me ma and da. When you're young you think you know everything, that because you're
well educated and know how to use the latest technology, it makes you wiser and
more intelligent than older generations. It's only in the last few years i've
realised that's a load of bollocks. Experience counts for a lot in life, it allows
you to relate to other people and gives you far more to fall back on when
difficulties arise.
Maybe there is good to come out of all that happened after all...