Woggzeh's World

Hello.

So what's up people, not a lot as usual, November the 5th saw fireworks night so I went up to the stray with Trelly to watch the show, it was quite a good show actually, they had lots of fireworks (obviously) and this year as a nice twist they played music to accompany the whistles and bangs, which worked quite well, it was just a pity that it wasn't choreographed to perfection so when the music hit a pinnacle then a firework would go boom, the charity collectors were there as always with their buckets, ( I usually take a handful of washers and throw them in, it's dark they cant see that it's not money it makes the right noise though and they even say thank you to me) the radio guy was saying that they needed to raise £10.000 for some charity where you send your kids to die, (not in the way that you send them there when you're sick of them) which was an ambitious figure especially when you stand in the cold for 15 minutes cheering as £200.000 of fireworks go up in fucking smoke! Call me a fool but wouldn't it be easier to buy £190.000 of fire works, donate the rest of the money to the charity and tell them to fuck off with their stupid buckets? Still it was a good night and the fire was, well, like a bonfire.
After the show, we went back to Trellys in anticipation of Joe Calzaghe fighting, which incidentally didn't start until bloody 01:20 by which time I had drunk loads of lager and quite a bit of JD and coke, and I could hardly stand up, still the fight was good, I think.
usual stuff happened since then, I was also amazed to see Pieman reads this blog and leaves comments, thank you squire, still not going to your quiz but thank you all the same, oh and PLEASE for the love of god, stop sending me text messages saying, Alexandra quiz Monday nights free chilli and cash prizes, not only is it fucking annoying, but I always have a little cry too, you see, I don't have many friends and I rarely get text messages, so when my phone starts beeping then I get all excited, only to find it's a bloody advert! (now I've said that I'll probably get two messages from him, bastard).
Yesterday I was lying on the sofa stroking my cat when I noticed that it's white fur was all red, I asked my mum, 'why is this cat all red?' and she started laughing and told me that she spilled red wine all over it when it jumped on her lap the previous night, I couldn't believe it, 'didn't you think to pour white wine on it?' was my reply to which everyone laughed and the cat jabbed me in the stomach with it's claw.
Must dash, those pot noodles don't rehydrate themselves you know.

Woggzeh