I love having Mondays off.
Went to Manchester with Nina and Sarah, had lunch at Alberts Shed then walked in to town. Ended up sitting with all the other drunks who dont seem to work drinking cider at Sinclairs Oyster Bar. Blimey it was hot.
Annoyingly I couldn't get Sheena Easton's "9 to 5" out of my head. Not top be confused with Dolly Partons "9 to 5" which I also love, infact I cant decide which I prefer...think I like Sheena Eastons number.
Then went to Top Shop which confused me. I tried on an all in one trouser suit and 3 pairs of trousers. I think they just make up the sizes there cos I managed to fit in trousers which were 10,12,14 and 16. Very random. So we went to Primark.
Had a few at Kro in Piccadilly Gardens which saw me then being late for my presentation thing from CAMRA. I gave the worst acceptance speech, probably as I was 8 pints pissed.
Passed out about 11.
This morning I managed to get rid of my broken fridge freezer,washing machine and loads of carpet at the tip with the assistance of my old boss Mr Lavin. I love throwing things away. I still have a mountain of crap to sort through.
Tonight was by far the best night for MKB stories. He was telling us about how when, in his younger days there was no women he couldn't pull and he once turned down a bond girl. Then he went on to tell some random story about how he threatened some guy into paying off his bill. I can only conclude that MKB was a little freaked out by Crowther who jokingly kissed his bald head on Friday night after drinking the Pipe Of Pimm's and telling all and sundry how it "tasted of peanuts" and so was showing how un-gay he is.
Make sense? No not really.
Well, I still feel ropey. I still cant type and I want pizza. Lindzoid went out to get me one but I fear I may have lost him to The Rock with Chris Hall so maybe that pizza ship has sailed.
I think my dogs are into Speedway. Everytime I come upstairs its on the telly. I haven't put it on and there is no-one else here. Little weirdos. Jeremy went for his rabies vaccination this morning. My vet has retired and there was a new one, he was really good. The beagle is still over weight at a wopping 25kg, he wants him to lose about 3 kg.Not a chance, that hound can find food anywhere.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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