Wednesday, February 28, 2007

If it isn't bloody clocks....

.... it's bleedin' ashtrays made out of 45 shells!

At work with, to be honest, not a lot on (that's not a lot of work to do, not us lot sitting around in our under crackers) and thinking of an early lunch and the rest of the day off and doing my own thing,cool.

The next thing to happen is the arrival of a suspicious looking black bag carried by an equally shifty WO2. Commodores where mentioned (not the good ones that used to sing with Mr L. Richie), Lord Mayors of Portsmouth and ashtrays made from (as stated above) 45 shells. Buggeration!!

I thought I'd never have to do or get involved in another gizzit during my remaining and short time in this mob. Just goes to show that Fate has a sense of humor after all, just a pity it's a lousy one.

It doesn't quite finish here yet. I was then solemly asked if they could have it for the end of the month. So I looked at the clock instead of the calender then turned to the visitor and equally as solom answered with a definitive NO!

You see we do a sideline of various leaving gifts for leaving officers and senior civil servants. All of whom think it is their God given right to receive these gift and assume there is a store room full of these various gizzits and that we just pluck one of the shelf, slap a plaque with their name on it and hand it to a senior officer for them to present it to them at the rather splendid do laid on for them as they leave to go to their next job or to give them out to any local government crony.

You would think that I don't like making these jobs. That I think they are undeserved and a waste of my time. Not a bit of it.

I

WOULD

JUST

LIKE

TO

BE

THANKED

BY

ONE

OF

THE

RECIPIENTS

JUST

ONCE!

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Oblivion is to blame....

Bless me anyone, it has been ages since my last blog....

yes it's been a rather long time since I last dispensed my drivel to the world, but there is a couple of very good reasons and just as soon as I think of them I'll let you know what they where.

It's just basic laziness really.

It seems that whenever I get near a computer all I want to do is play "Oblivion", that coupled with a lack of connection at the local Internet cafe, well you can work out the rest. Yeah right, basically couldn't be arsed. I thought it would be different when I got home for the first time in ages. NO! It wasn't, even doing this is taking me away from the game.

Look I'm far too depressed to talk right now, Ire 43-Eng 13. It's almost a cricket score. Dad and (little) Steve will be insufferable for ages now. Oh, and the (little) is in no way meant as a diminutive or insult, it's just that he is the smallest Steve I know, at least he isn't Gay Steve.

Friday, February 23, 2007

pant...puff...pant...feew...pant...nearly there...pant...

Right I'm Back.....

What Have I missed...?