Monday, April 21, 2008
My friend and me, Looking through her red box of memories, faded I'm sure, But love seems to stick in her veins you know.
Hello people of the world,
Well let me explain to you what is going on here, I had a meeting with the shareholders of Woggzeh's World Blog and we decided that a change might be necessary to keep up with demand, now this change could be permanent or it could be temporary, it's all down to you, I want you to read this blog and leave a comment, telling me whether you prefer the old version, where I sit down on a Sunday and summarise the whole week, generally talking about work and all the stuff I do which got a bit 'samey' or I can write like I have done here, where I just write down my thoughts each day and post them all on Sunday for you to enjoy, now this will be harder for me, as I will be in demand to write daily for you, but I can manage that, the thing is, it will be less about me and what I am doing, So I'll leave it to you, have a read, Please leave a comment, your feedback is important, there is a third option and that is to cancel the blog...
Monday 21st April
I went into one of my stupid heads today and decided to figure out how they get all the white tarmac lines so perfect and in line on our roads, just look at it next time you are on the road, it's pretty impressive, but then I realised I was being silly, because, (Like all good facts, I've made this one up) the fact of the matter is, Tarmac is naturally white and the manufacturers have to add a black dye to the mixture so that it can be seen during the day!
Tuesday 22nd April
You know when you see a dog running up to you and it's one of those dogs that you are sure is on the banned register? well that happened to me today, and I don't know if you know much about me, but as much as I love animals, animals don't share the same enthusiasm with me, basically, all animals try to bite me.
Well today this pit bull viper thing came running over to me from nowhere, big smile on it's muzzle-less face, I thought it looked like a crazed rabid dog that could take down a horse and run off with it, naturally I stood back as it circled round my petrified body like a vulture waiting for it's prey, I tried to look calm and cool, but I know I failed.
The dogs owner appeared out of the same nowhere that the dog appeared from and she was a weird looking woman (why are weird looking woman all weird looking?) she was laughing and grabbed the dog and looked at me (through her one good eye, lol) and said, "He can smell your fear" I just looked her and nodded while thinking to myself, 'I bet he can smell my fear!, I bet you can smell it too as well as everyone within 100 metres of me can smell my fear because my fear smells distinctly like shit!'
Anyway, the rabid dog didn't bite me this time, but it did lick my hand, it was probably tasting me to see if I was worth ripping to shreds for the shits and giggles.
Anyway the strange woman took her strange dog and walked away, and I lived to fight another day, although if I see the dog tomorrow then I will know that I tasted good and the dog wants to finish it's meal.
Wednesday 23rd April
Happy St Georges Day! It was nice to read that Morley is the most patriotic place in England, They had a big celebration and a parade and all that jazz, I think we should celebrate St Georges Day more, After all, we are British are we not? Although we must remember not to upset the ethnic minorities (I think they are majority now) otherwise they might fuck off back to their own country and stop sponging off us.
Who here has grey hairs? go on, be honest, all us twenty some things are now officially old and it's doing my head in, I remember that Chris has had grey hairs since he was about 5 but as he is only just starting puberty in his mid twenties, then I will just put that down to Chris being awkward.
But with me, as there is little on top, my comedy beard takes most of the abuse from advancing grey hairs, I am constantly at pains (and in pain) just standing in front of the bathroom mirror tugging these unsightly greys hairs out of my chinny chin chin, which hurts, and even sometimes you get a stubborn fucker, who has anchored himself to the back of my head and I find myself nodding to myself in the mirror as the hair refuses to budge and pulls my head down to my chest.
I wouldn't mind the grey hairs too much if it was just one or two, but it's getting to the point where there is real danger of me losing my youthful good looks, which I do worry about!
Anyway, I'm not shaving the beard off, so I'm thinking that my only option now is to go to the chemist and buy some 'Just For Men' unless, of course, you can suggest something different.
Thursday 24th April
I don't know why I watch Eggheads while I eat my tea, it riles me up something rotten that I just want to puke all over my screen with disgust at the people on the show, I hate everything about it, and yet, here I am, night after night, tuning in and getting myself in a right state over a stupid game show!
Firstly there are the 'Eggheads' a collection of boring fuckwits, who happen to know a few things:
Kevin - He's the intelligent one out of the lot, and in fairness the only one I would like to see in a pub and have a beer with, without him, the whole show would be called 'Shitheads'
Chris - Fat, boring and knows fuck all about answering a question with an answer, this guy has to give you the life history of the answer before he reveals that he knows it!
Daphne - Old woman, usually gets eliminated, probably someone's granny, probably a nice person.
Judith - Millionaire winner, thick as pig shit, usually the first Egghead to be eliminated.
CJ - The most disgusting creation to walk the earth is allowed on television, this smug fucking poof (and I'm not homophobic, I can't describe him any other way, you try it...see, not easy is it) he is the reason I hate Eggheads, the show would be all right to watch if it wasn't for him, I can't stand him, and I'm yet to meet anyone who does like him, he's a fucking toss pot, and what has he ever done? he won Brainteaser on Ch5! my fucking dog could win that joke of a show.
Then there is Dermot Murnaghan, (who has a silly name to spell) he lives so far up the backsides of the Eggheads I'm surprised that he is no longer just a pair of feet dangling from Chris's gigantic arse, He is a twat too, he asks the contestants if they want to go first or second, which is fair enough, but it doesn't matter what you say because you are going to get the hard set of questions anyway, God forbid the public realise that the Eggheads don't know everything, I wouldn't mind wagering that the Eggheads already know the answers!
I'm going to stop watching this show in future, it annoys me, but first I want to see the look on CJs face when the rest of the Eggheads turn on him and say, "fuck off you annoying cunt".
Friday 25th April
Rabbits are a stupid animal, They look cute and fluffy and they breed like..well..er.. rabbits but they are just so stupid, everyday on my route to work, I see dozens of them squashed into the tarmac, Well, today was our turn to add to the number of rabbits killed on the road in any one day, the bloody thing just came out of the grass and legged it across the road but before it made it, I felt a bump under the wheel of our van, I guess if it hadn't been a baby rabbit then it probably would have made it, but alas, there it was, flat on the road with bits of it still spinning round on our tyre, I will admit I felt a little bad at first, but these things happen and it's not like we've just destroyed a whole species, because by this time tomorrow there will be another 700 rabbits to replace that dead one.
Saturday 26th April
I woke up this morning with a right old crick in my neck and a general feeling in my back that I needed a bloody good stretch, which as you will know, stretching can feel like the greatest thing in the world, but no matter how good that stretch feels, you will always want a little more, like you could have stretched yourself a bit bigger, anyway, the stretch this morning was good, and after gently massaging my neck, that is all better now too, but doing so reminded me that I have healing hands (I prefer to call them magic hands on account of all the magic tricks I do), I have always been good at massaging people, and I actually used to love doing it, aside from the fact that it's a legal way of touching up a woman, I actually used to find it soothing and relaxing to the point where I think I enjoyed it more than the recipient, it's like kneading bread or something, I like doing it. So now I've got to find a woman who needs a massage, which, surprisingly enough, isn't as easy as you would imagine, unless it's just me.
Sunday 27th April
Live launch day of the new style Woggzeh's World Blog, (Beta) Like I said in the introduction, please leave a comment telling me your thoughts on the new blog.
Anyway, I think the subject today has to be Aliens!
Last night at about 21:30, I was at Trelly's and we were advised to look out of the window, upon looking out of the window, we saw loads of people looking towards the sky, we ran outside and looked upwards too, and wow! there was this strange orange light zooming across the sky, faster than an aeroplane, and the orange light was continuous unlike the planes lights (which flash), one of the spectators said that there had been about 30 of these lights zipping around the sky earlier but we missed them, now anyone with half a brain would tell you that it was a meteor shower, but I'm telling you that it wasn't! I've seen meteor showers before, hell I see at least one shooting star a month and this didn't look anything like that, so, as there is no other explanation, then I'm telling you that I witnessed a U.F.O (fact) and that U.F.O was piloted by an alien being from outer space (fact), after the alien craft had disappeared behind a cloud we went back in and watched pushing daisy's, has anyone seen that show? it's awesome.
Anyway I've run out of things to say, so that'll do for today.
Toodle Ooh
Woggzeh
PS. Don't forget to comment!
Well let me explain to you what is going on here, I had a meeting with the shareholders of Woggzeh's World Blog and we decided that a change might be necessary to keep up with demand, now this change could be permanent or it could be temporary, it's all down to you, I want you to read this blog and leave a comment, telling me whether you prefer the old version, where I sit down on a Sunday and summarise the whole week, generally talking about work and all the stuff I do which got a bit 'samey' or I can write like I have done here, where I just write down my thoughts each day and post them all on Sunday for you to enjoy, now this will be harder for me, as I will be in demand to write daily for you, but I can manage that, the thing is, it will be less about me and what I am doing, So I'll leave it to you, have a read, Please leave a comment, your feedback is important, there is a third option and that is to cancel the blog...
Monday 21st April
I went into one of my stupid heads today and decided to figure out how they get all the white tarmac lines so perfect and in line on our roads, just look at it next time you are on the road, it's pretty impressive, but then I realised I was being silly, because, (Like all good facts, I've made this one up) the fact of the matter is, Tarmac is naturally white and the manufacturers have to add a black dye to the mixture so that it can be seen during the day!
Tuesday 22nd April
You know when you see a dog running up to you and it's one of those dogs that you are sure is on the banned register? well that happened to me today, and I don't know if you know much about me, but as much as I love animals, animals don't share the same enthusiasm with me, basically, all animals try to bite me.
Well today this pit bull viper thing came running over to me from nowhere, big smile on it's muzzle-less face, I thought it looked like a crazed rabid dog that could take down a horse and run off with it, naturally I stood back as it circled round my petrified body like a vulture waiting for it's prey, I tried to look calm and cool, but I know I failed.
The dogs owner appeared out of the same nowhere that the dog appeared from and she was a weird looking woman (why are weird looking woman all weird looking?) she was laughing and grabbed the dog and looked at me (through her one good eye, lol) and said, "He can smell your fear" I just looked her and nodded while thinking to myself, 'I bet he can smell my fear!, I bet you can smell it too as well as everyone within 100 metres of me can smell my fear because my fear smells distinctly like shit!'
Anyway, the rabid dog didn't bite me this time, but it did lick my hand, it was probably tasting me to see if I was worth ripping to shreds for the shits and giggles.
Anyway the strange woman took her strange dog and walked away, and I lived to fight another day, although if I see the dog tomorrow then I will know that I tasted good and the dog wants to finish it's meal.
Wednesday 23rd April
Happy St Georges Day! It was nice to read that Morley is the most patriotic place in England, They had a big celebration and a parade and all that jazz, I think we should celebrate St Georges Day more, After all, we are British are we not? Although we must remember not to upset the ethnic minorities (I think they are majority now) otherwise they might fuck off back to their own country and stop sponging off us.
Who here has grey hairs? go on, be honest, all us twenty some things are now officially old and it's doing my head in, I remember that Chris has had grey hairs since he was about 5 but as he is only just starting puberty in his mid twenties, then I will just put that down to Chris being awkward.
But with me, as there is little on top, my comedy beard takes most of the abuse from advancing grey hairs, I am constantly at pains (and in pain) just standing in front of the bathroom mirror tugging these unsightly greys hairs out of my chinny chin chin, which hurts, and even sometimes you get a stubborn fucker, who has anchored himself to the back of my head and I find myself nodding to myself in the mirror as the hair refuses to budge and pulls my head down to my chest.
I wouldn't mind the grey hairs too much if it was just one or two, but it's getting to the point where there is real danger of me losing my youthful good looks, which I do worry about!
Anyway, I'm not shaving the beard off, so I'm thinking that my only option now is to go to the chemist and buy some 'Just For Men' unless, of course, you can suggest something different.
Thursday 24th April
I don't know why I watch Eggheads while I eat my tea, it riles me up something rotten that I just want to puke all over my screen with disgust at the people on the show, I hate everything about it, and yet, here I am, night after night, tuning in and getting myself in a right state over a stupid game show!
Firstly there are the 'Eggheads' a collection of boring fuckwits, who happen to know a few things:
Kevin - He's the intelligent one out of the lot, and in fairness the only one I would like to see in a pub and have a beer with, without him, the whole show would be called 'Shitheads'
Chris - Fat, boring and knows fuck all about answering a question with an answer, this guy has to give you the life history of the answer before he reveals that he knows it!
Daphne - Old woman, usually gets eliminated, probably someone's granny, probably a nice person.
Judith - Millionaire winner, thick as pig shit, usually the first Egghead to be eliminated.
CJ - The most disgusting creation to walk the earth is allowed on television, this smug fucking poof (and I'm not homophobic, I can't describe him any other way, you try it...see, not easy is it) he is the reason I hate Eggheads, the show would be all right to watch if it wasn't for him, I can't stand him, and I'm yet to meet anyone who does like him, he's a fucking toss pot, and what has he ever done? he won Brainteaser on Ch5! my fucking dog could win that joke of a show.
Then there is Dermot Murnaghan, (who has a silly name to spell) he lives so far up the backsides of the Eggheads I'm surprised that he is no longer just a pair of feet dangling from Chris's gigantic arse, He is a twat too, he asks the contestants if they want to go first or second, which is fair enough, but it doesn't matter what you say because you are going to get the hard set of questions anyway, God forbid the public realise that the Eggheads don't know everything, I wouldn't mind wagering that the Eggheads already know the answers!
I'm going to stop watching this show in future, it annoys me, but first I want to see the look on CJs face when the rest of the Eggheads turn on him and say, "fuck off you annoying cunt".
Friday 25th April
Rabbits are a stupid animal, They look cute and fluffy and they breed like..well..er.. rabbits but they are just so stupid, everyday on my route to work, I see dozens of them squashed into the tarmac, Well, today was our turn to add to the number of rabbits killed on the road in any one day, the bloody thing just came out of the grass and legged it across the road but before it made it, I felt a bump under the wheel of our van, I guess if it hadn't been a baby rabbit then it probably would have made it, but alas, there it was, flat on the road with bits of it still spinning round on our tyre, I will admit I felt a little bad at first, but these things happen and it's not like we've just destroyed a whole species, because by this time tomorrow there will be another 700 rabbits to replace that dead one.
Saturday 26th April
I woke up this morning with a right old crick in my neck and a general feeling in my back that I needed a bloody good stretch, which as you will know, stretching can feel like the greatest thing in the world, but no matter how good that stretch feels, you will always want a little more, like you could have stretched yourself a bit bigger, anyway, the stretch this morning was good, and after gently massaging my neck, that is all better now too, but doing so reminded me that I have healing hands (I prefer to call them magic hands on account of all the magic tricks I do), I have always been good at massaging people, and I actually used to love doing it, aside from the fact that it's a legal way of touching up a woman, I actually used to find it soothing and relaxing to the point where I think I enjoyed it more than the recipient, it's like kneading bread or something, I like doing it. So now I've got to find a woman who needs a massage, which, surprisingly enough, isn't as easy as you would imagine, unless it's just me.
Sunday 27th April
Live launch day of the new style Woggzeh's World Blog, (Beta) Like I said in the introduction, please leave a comment telling me your thoughts on the new blog.
Anyway, I think the subject today has to be Aliens!
Last night at about 21:30, I was at Trelly's and we were advised to look out of the window, upon looking out of the window, we saw loads of people looking towards the sky, we ran outside and looked upwards too, and wow! there was this strange orange light zooming across the sky, faster than an aeroplane, and the orange light was continuous unlike the planes lights (which flash), one of the spectators said that there had been about 30 of these lights zipping around the sky earlier but we missed them, now anyone with half a brain would tell you that it was a meteor shower, but I'm telling you that it wasn't! I've seen meteor showers before, hell I see at least one shooting star a month and this didn't look anything like that, so, as there is no other explanation, then I'm telling you that I witnessed a U.F.O (fact) and that U.F.O was piloted by an alien being from outer space (fact), after the alien craft had disappeared behind a cloud we went back in and watched pushing daisy's, has anyone seen that show? it's awesome.
Anyway I've run out of things to say, so that'll do for today.
Toodle Ooh
Woggzeh
PS. Don't forget to comment!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Baby you're a superstar, Lookin like youre goin' far, Do what you want, Why don't you do what you wanna.
Sunday bloody Sunday.
Well it's arrived again, as regular as clockwork, unless it's a broken clock of course, yes, it's Sunday again, The day that isn't actually any good apart from the fact that I don't work Sundays, although I could technically call writing this blog work, but sometimes I write this on a Saturday or a Friday or any other day of the week and save it for Sunday, as for now, I'm writing this today (Sunday), so how are you all?
Bit of a shit time at the beginning of the week, I was on site on Tuesday (Liverpool Hospital) and working away, when I realised that my dad had been a long time preparing a panel for installation so I went to see what was wrong, When I got to the bench my dad was slouched in the corner of the room, holding his chest, he was white as a sheet and sweating heavily, I tried not to panic and asked him what was wrong, he said he had a really bad pain in his chest, so I asked him questions that I thought were necessary, "are you feeling any numbness?" "do you want me to get help" After what felt like a lifetime waiting for a reply (which never came), I went and got the site foreman and he rushed off to get a nurse, ( I guess it was lucky that we were working in a hospital) The nurse came with other nurses and medical people and a wheelchair and blanket and some machines I think it was a defibrillator or something, but it could have just been the machine that goes 'ping' for all I know, Anyway, they took him away and luckily, by the time he was in the wheelchair, his colour had returned and he was talking again, asking me, "how am I going to get home?" Which in fairness was a good question, but I told him not to worry about that. There was nothing I could do for him, so I set back to work and decided to check on him in an hour, when I found him in the A&E he was sat up in bed with a bloody cup of tea! The doctor told him it wasn't a heart attack and was probably just an inflamed oesophagus (wow I spelled that correctly) which basically means he had a massive attack of indigestion, but the symptoms are the same as a heart attack, Thankfully panic was over and he came back to site a couple of hours later, but definitely something I don't want to experience again.
I spoke to Kristy yesterday, which was lovely, she's having a wikked time in Egypt and seeing things and visiting places that I've never even heard of (Me and Geography don't get on) but I'm glad she's having a great time and showing off speaking Arabic, which is cool but I don't know if she's swearing at me or anything, so stop it!
Last night was a looooooong night, went to Robins to play Mario Kart, which incidentally has become my new nemesis, I used to get a strop on when playing Mario party, but now Mario Kart has taken that mantle, and it's not my fault it's just that the controller wasn't working properly and I've not played it in ages unlike robin who probably plays it every day for like 25 hours, because he's a big stupid stupid head, the game resulted in us hitting each other with pillows because he couldn't handle my brilliantly intelligent insults, but there you go, intelligence 1 brawn 0!
Then after Robs I went back to Trellys house and settled down for a night of Boxing, with Joe Calzaghe having a scrap with Bernard Hopkins scheduled for 3am, it was a good night and the fight wasn't bad either, the result was quite tense as neither of us could call it, I thought Hopkins could have just nicked it and Trelly was already winding himself up that the judges would be biased towards the American, but Calzaghe won the bout and everyone was happy, I left his house at about 4:30 am!
This is something I don't understand about the human anatomy, it's probably just me, but my night cycle went like this:
midnight - doing good
1am - tired
2am - really tired
3am - yawning and ready for sleep
4am - enjoying the fight but hoping it ends soon so I can sleep
5am - Finally in bed and wide awake!!
What the fuck is that about, what was it about the transition of my body from a vertical position to a horizontal position that woke me up? and to make matters worse, I had a 'lob on' now there are times and places for having a rocker (on a bus for example) but when you are desperate to sleep then I don't really want one, besides, I didn't have anything at hand to mop up with.
Anyway with a massive feeling of disappointment that I cant even go to sleep properly, I managed to worry myself asleep that I am a complete failure, I've got a feeling that I'll forget how to blink or breathe soon, I woke up at 9 am, then 10 am, then got up at 11 am, feeling rather refreshed, which was nice.
Villa have just won the derby against Birmingham 5-1 which is fucking amazing, that's 15 goals in 3 games we have scored now, next week we play Everton (Everscum) and if we can get a win there then we will overtake them and be in an automatic UEFA cup spot, so come on Villa.
Got a quick joke for you all:
Bloke goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor, every time I masturbate I keep singing, 'marching on together'
The doctor replies, "don't worry, a lot of wankers sing that song"
Yeah yeah, I know, Everyone's a Leeds fan except me, but you've got to laugh, I hope they get some points back, stop every one moaning all the time, but if it was up to me I'd tell them to fuck off and deduct them another 15 points for being so cheeky by appealing.
Well, I think that'll do for this week, I didn't know what to write when I started today's update, but I think I've done alright.
Moff to watch the Snooker.
Woggzeh
Well it's arrived again, as regular as clockwork, unless it's a broken clock of course, yes, it's Sunday again, The day that isn't actually any good apart from the fact that I don't work Sundays, although I could technically call writing this blog work, but sometimes I write this on a Saturday or a Friday or any other day of the week and save it for Sunday, as for now, I'm writing this today (Sunday), so how are you all?
Bit of a shit time at the beginning of the week, I was on site on Tuesday (Liverpool Hospital) and working away, when I realised that my dad had been a long time preparing a panel for installation so I went to see what was wrong, When I got to the bench my dad was slouched in the corner of the room, holding his chest, he was white as a sheet and sweating heavily, I tried not to panic and asked him what was wrong, he said he had a really bad pain in his chest, so I asked him questions that I thought were necessary, "are you feeling any numbness?" "do you want me to get help" After what felt like a lifetime waiting for a reply (which never came), I went and got the site foreman and he rushed off to get a nurse, ( I guess it was lucky that we were working in a hospital) The nurse came with other nurses and medical people and a wheelchair and blanket and some machines I think it was a defibrillator or something, but it could have just been the machine that goes 'ping' for all I know, Anyway, they took him away and luckily, by the time he was in the wheelchair, his colour had returned and he was talking again, asking me, "how am I going to get home?" Which in fairness was a good question, but I told him not to worry about that. There was nothing I could do for him, so I set back to work and decided to check on him in an hour, when I found him in the A&E he was sat up in bed with a bloody cup of tea! The doctor told him it wasn't a heart attack and was probably just an inflamed oesophagus (wow I spelled that correctly) which basically means he had a massive attack of indigestion, but the symptoms are the same as a heart attack, Thankfully panic was over and he came back to site a couple of hours later, but definitely something I don't want to experience again.
I spoke to Kristy yesterday, which was lovely, she's having a wikked time in Egypt and seeing things and visiting places that I've never even heard of (Me and Geography don't get on) but I'm glad she's having a great time and showing off speaking Arabic, which is cool but I don't know if she's swearing at me or anything, so stop it!
Last night was a looooooong night, went to Robins to play Mario Kart, which incidentally has become my new nemesis, I used to get a strop on when playing Mario party, but now Mario Kart has taken that mantle, and it's not my fault it's just that the controller wasn't working properly and I've not played it in ages unlike robin who probably plays it every day for like 25 hours, because he's a big stupid stupid head, the game resulted in us hitting each other with pillows because he couldn't handle my brilliantly intelligent insults, but there you go, intelligence 1 brawn 0!
Then after Robs I went back to Trellys house and settled down for a night of Boxing, with Joe Calzaghe having a scrap with Bernard Hopkins scheduled for 3am, it was a good night and the fight wasn't bad either, the result was quite tense as neither of us could call it, I thought Hopkins could have just nicked it and Trelly was already winding himself up that the judges would be biased towards the American, but Calzaghe won the bout and everyone was happy, I left his house at about 4:30 am!
This is something I don't understand about the human anatomy, it's probably just me, but my night cycle went like this:
midnight - doing good
1am - tired
2am - really tired
3am - yawning and ready for sleep
4am - enjoying the fight but hoping it ends soon so I can sleep
5am - Finally in bed and wide awake!!
What the fuck is that about, what was it about the transition of my body from a vertical position to a horizontal position that woke me up? and to make matters worse, I had a 'lob on' now there are times and places for having a rocker (on a bus for example) but when you are desperate to sleep then I don't really want one, besides, I didn't have anything at hand to mop up with.
Anyway with a massive feeling of disappointment that I cant even go to sleep properly, I managed to worry myself asleep that I am a complete failure, I've got a feeling that I'll forget how to blink or breathe soon, I woke up at 9 am, then 10 am, then got up at 11 am, feeling rather refreshed, which was nice.
Villa have just won the derby against Birmingham 5-1 which is fucking amazing, that's 15 goals in 3 games we have scored now, next week we play Everton (Everscum) and if we can get a win there then we will overtake them and be in an automatic UEFA cup spot, so come on Villa.
Got a quick joke for you all:
Bloke goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor, every time I masturbate I keep singing, 'marching on together'
The doctor replies, "don't worry, a lot of wankers sing that song"
Yeah yeah, I know, Everyone's a Leeds fan except me, but you've got to laugh, I hope they get some points back, stop every one moaning all the time, but if it was up to me I'd tell them to fuck off and deduct them another 15 points for being so cheeky by appealing.
Well, I think that'll do for this week, I didn't know what to write when I started today's update, but I think I've done alright.
Moff to watch the Snooker.
Woggzeh
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Now it's too late to go back home, it's saccharine and silicone, for a broken barbie doll.
Hey,
Well, I don't really want to write this today, but I need to keep my mind occupied, Kristy has just gone off to Manchester and then she is flying to Egypt, so I'll not see her for a couple of weeks and that's gonna feel like forever, I promised myself that I wouldn't cry, but I failed, also this whole morning has happened exactly like I dreamt it would happen, which isn't what I wanted. Anyway, I hope she has a fantastic time while she is there, and I hope she doesn't forget my sick bags, she's taking her laptop so I can still bombard her with messages of which she will reply when she finds time. She's also taken my story 'A Mask Of Sanity' away with her, so, it'll be interesting to see what she has to say about that, (sorry to all the people who wanted to read it first) Still I don't think it's half as bad as 'How to die in 12 easy hours' Which Jof Liked alot, because it was a bit sick.
So what's been going on? I've been watching the marathon on the telebox and as usual it was a skinny black fella who won it, well done to the lad, I know that I couldn't run a marathon, I get out of breath eating a marathon!
I've started a job in Liverpool, which sucks, the job is alright and I should have it knocked out in about a week, then I don't know where I am going (out of my mind probably).
I spoke to Lee yesterday, and I was also surprised to see that he had updated his blog! first time in about 3 years, so we had a good chat he's fine, everyone is fine but he's picking up an Australian twang, which is expected but I'll have to knock it out of him upon his return. (saying nowt, don't want to ruin the surprise)
Friday night was probably the best night out I've had in years, I was with Kristy ( Please stop asking what's going on there - we are only friends!) but I had a great time and she even let me stay over at her house, which was great and she has a comfy bed too, how far is too far when describing such matters? I don't know, I think I've already said too much.
So my new MP3 player is keeping the walks home from Trelly's less boring but I think there is something wrong with the random song generator as I've got like a million billion songs on there but it seems to play a selection of 30 songs over and over, stupid technology, and to make matters worse, it hasn't played Alisha's Attic 'Push it all aside' once! and I love that song.
Next weekend sees the start of The Snooker World Championships and I'm looking forward to that, I love watching snooker on TV, it's so tranquil and exciting and it never fails to make me fall asleep, honestly, I love it and all, but the quietness is brilliant and I get a right good kip, until I snore and wake myself up.
Pieman has been coming up with some crazy ideas for the 'cool guy' series, I especially like his idea of adding a wig. But we will look into all the ideas, I have passed them on to my script writers and, well, watch this space.
Anyway, I'm going to go and mope around the house, I'm off to play snooker at 2:30 now, as I've nowt better to do today I may as well give Robin a whooping.
Toodle ooh
Woggzeh
Well, I don't really want to write this today, but I need to keep my mind occupied, Kristy has just gone off to Manchester and then she is flying to Egypt, so I'll not see her for a couple of weeks and that's gonna feel like forever, I promised myself that I wouldn't cry, but I failed, also this whole morning has happened exactly like I dreamt it would happen, which isn't what I wanted. Anyway, I hope she has a fantastic time while she is there, and I hope she doesn't forget my sick bags, she's taking her laptop so I can still bombard her with messages of which she will reply when she finds time. She's also taken my story 'A Mask Of Sanity' away with her, so, it'll be interesting to see what she has to say about that, (sorry to all the people who wanted to read it first) Still I don't think it's half as bad as 'How to die in 12 easy hours' Which Jof Liked alot, because it was a bit sick.
So what's been going on? I've been watching the marathon on the telebox and as usual it was a skinny black fella who won it, well done to the lad, I know that I couldn't run a marathon, I get out of breath eating a marathon!
I've started a job in Liverpool, which sucks, the job is alright and I should have it knocked out in about a week, then I don't know where I am going (out of my mind probably).
I spoke to Lee yesterday, and I was also surprised to see that he had updated his blog! first time in about 3 years, so we had a good chat he's fine, everyone is fine but he's picking up an Australian twang, which is expected but I'll have to knock it out of him upon his return. (saying nowt, don't want to ruin the surprise)
Friday night was probably the best night out I've had in years, I was with Kristy ( Please stop asking what's going on there - we are only friends!) but I had a great time and she even let me stay over at her house, which was great and she has a comfy bed too, how far is too far when describing such matters? I don't know, I think I've already said too much.
So my new MP3 player is keeping the walks home from Trelly's less boring but I think there is something wrong with the random song generator as I've got like a million billion songs on there but it seems to play a selection of 30 songs over and over, stupid technology, and to make matters worse, it hasn't played Alisha's Attic 'Push it all aside' once! and I love that song.
Next weekend sees the start of The Snooker World Championships and I'm looking forward to that, I love watching snooker on TV, it's so tranquil and exciting and it never fails to make me fall asleep, honestly, I love it and all, but the quietness is brilliant and I get a right good kip, until I snore and wake myself up.
Pieman has been coming up with some crazy ideas for the 'cool guy' series, I especially like his idea of adding a wig. But we will look into all the ideas, I have passed them on to my script writers and, well, watch this space.
Anyway, I'm going to go and mope around the house, I'm off to play snooker at 2:30 now, as I've nowt better to do today I may as well give Robin a whooping.
Toodle ooh
Woggzeh
Sunday, April 06, 2008
don't it feel like sunshine after all, the world we love forever, gone, we're only just as happy, as everyone else seems to be.
Blimey is it Sunday already?
Well, Jof has been blogging all week with some cracking updates, but nobody likes a show off and we all know which blog you look forward to reading the most, But I'm going to have a word with Sir Jof as he is fast approaching me as the most popular blogger in the world. Now I'm not saying there is anything wrong with second place, I think you should be honoured Jof, but, think about it, do you really want to be in first place? The pressure I am under, the conferences, the world summits I have to attend, because I am the number one blogger in the world, the Queen even reads my blog!
Any way, I think what I am trying to say is, Jof, stop being better than me, I'm jealous.
So, what to do, what to write, I don't have long as I am off to the snooker hall in a bit. So the week has been a bit weird we are coming to the end of our contract in Westmorland and the job has got patchy so we were only in on Tuesday and Thursday, so my drinking wasn't affected too much, hooray.
I went to town on Friday and bought myself an MP3 player it's pretty sweet, it's a Wharfdale and it holds 8GB, that's like 4000 songs, or every song ever released in the 80's!!!! wooohoo
Robin had his knackers played with this week in Birmingham, I'm sure he won't mind me telling the world about it, but he had a benign tumour in his groin which was causing him discomfort so he went to his doctors and they arranged for it to be removed, he says it was a total success and he is in a little bit of pain from the operation but it's understandable, I would probably have lived through the pain rather than let a doctor fiddle about with me 'down there' because I get shy, but, you know, no matter how embarrassing it is you should get it checked out asap. I can't afford to lose any more readers so do it for me.
So I've not really got a lot to tell you this week, I went out last night to Salsa Posada with Kristy and then we went for drinks and then onto a club, we had a great time, and I'm not gonna write too much about it this time because I think I embarrassed her a little bit when I blogged about 'our date' to the cinema. Hopefully, I'll be meeting up with her later on, but I'll still not tell you lot about it!
Todays title is a bit of a nod to Kristy, although I really like this song, (Bullough sent me it ages ago and wouldn't shut up about the band) but Jimmy Eat World are Kristys favourite band, although her favourite song is by the Smiths (I think that's what she said) and her favourite song line is from Pocahontas! Bit fucking random I know, but I'll let her get away with it, cos she hot.
Right well I'm gonna enjoy spring, well the snow! haha, how stupid is that? it's snowing.
Sorry this blog is rubbish again, but I really couldn't be arsed to write anything this week.
Woggzeh
Well, Jof has been blogging all week with some cracking updates, but nobody likes a show off and we all know which blog you look forward to reading the most, But I'm going to have a word with Sir Jof as he is fast approaching me as the most popular blogger in the world. Now I'm not saying there is anything wrong with second place, I think you should be honoured Jof, but, think about it, do you really want to be in first place? The pressure I am under, the conferences, the world summits I have to attend, because I am the number one blogger in the world, the Queen even reads my blog!
Any way, I think what I am trying to say is, Jof, stop being better than me, I'm jealous.
So, what to do, what to write, I don't have long as I am off to the snooker hall in a bit. So the week has been a bit weird we are coming to the end of our contract in Westmorland and the job has got patchy so we were only in on Tuesday and Thursday, so my drinking wasn't affected too much, hooray.
I went to town on Friday and bought myself an MP3 player it's pretty sweet, it's a Wharfdale and it holds 8GB, that's like 4000 songs, or every song ever released in the 80's!!!! wooohoo
Robin had his knackers played with this week in Birmingham, I'm sure he won't mind me telling the world about it, but he had a benign tumour in his groin which was causing him discomfort so he went to his doctors and they arranged for it to be removed, he says it was a total success and he is in a little bit of pain from the operation but it's understandable, I would probably have lived through the pain rather than let a doctor fiddle about with me 'down there' because I get shy, but, you know, no matter how embarrassing it is you should get it checked out asap. I can't afford to lose any more readers so do it for me.
So I've not really got a lot to tell you this week, I went out last night to Salsa Posada with Kristy and then we went for drinks and then onto a club, we had a great time, and I'm not gonna write too much about it this time because I think I embarrassed her a little bit when I blogged about 'our date' to the cinema. Hopefully, I'll be meeting up with her later on, but I'll still not tell you lot about it!
Todays title is a bit of a nod to Kristy, although I really like this song, (Bullough sent me it ages ago and wouldn't shut up about the band) but Jimmy Eat World are Kristys favourite band, although her favourite song is by the Smiths (I think that's what she said) and her favourite song line is from Pocahontas! Bit fucking random I know, but I'll let her get away with it, cos she hot.
Right well I'm gonna enjoy spring, well the snow! haha, how stupid is that? it's snowing.
Sorry this blog is rubbish again, but I really couldn't be arsed to write anything this week.
Woggzeh
