Sunday, June 29, 2008
Every breath you take, Every move you make, Every bond you break, Every step you take, I'll be watching you.
Ok people, I'd better explain:
I've just been sat here writing for a whole ten minutes and this is the only line I'm going to use in this weeks Woggzeh's World update because for ten minutes I just realised I have written some material for my other blog (the one that no one mentions because it's crap), so now I have to come back to this page and start again and moan about me and my life not what else annoys me.
SO what have I been doing? fuck all! I went to a funeral on Wednesday and it was good, the Eulogy was read by a bloke I've known for years and it turns out that he's a very funny bloke, for the eulogy was the funniest thing I've ever heard (in a church anyway) the whole congregation were in hysterics even the vicar was impressed, even though it was really funny and good, I hope it's the last one I hear for a very long time, the wake was a great affair too, free bar! I ended up getting pissed, to say the least!
Finished the job at St Helens, ( I know you don't really care where I've been working and the jobs I've finished but come the end of the month and I'm writing out the wages invoice, this little blog comes in very handy, plus it gives me great satisfaction to read my own words and laugh at my own jokes again, lol ego mania!)
Last night was spent at Robins and we played Poker (not for real money, poker chips), which was fun and I think I was holding my own pretty well, but it started getting late, I had a bit of a head ache and so I tried to lose and you know my luck, I kept bloody winning, nay mind, I lost it all eventually and went home happy, I just have to mention for Matt's sake, his joke that he wanted me to blog, "It's ten to call, hahaha tentacle, haha ten-to-call ha ten-ta-cle"
It's my dads birthday today, he's older than me, so happy b'day dad, he'll never read this unless they print it off and add it to a really old black and white film with Jimmy Cagney.
Prague in less than a fortnight and I'm looking forward to it, if not least just getting away from it all, it'll be nice.
I'm addicted to a football manager game called Soccer Manager and I've managed to rope Trelly, Robin and Matt into it and they seem to enjoy it too (well Trelly is addicted too) so I've added the link, sign up and give it a go, if you want to join my league then I am in the set up "World Championship 157"
Oh yeah, as it's my birthday on a Monday and we go to Prague the following Thursday, I'm thinking of going out to town on Saturday 5th July for a few drinks, (nowt special) if anyone fancies it. (no? really?, I'll go on me fucking own then.)
That'll do, catch you all later.
Woggzeh
I've just been sat here writing for a whole ten minutes and this is the only line I'm going to use in this weeks Woggzeh's World update because for ten minutes I just realised I have written some material for my other blog (the one that no one mentions because it's crap), so now I have to come back to this page and start again and moan about me and my life not what else annoys me.
SO what have I been doing? fuck all! I went to a funeral on Wednesday and it was good, the Eulogy was read by a bloke I've known for years and it turns out that he's a very funny bloke, for the eulogy was the funniest thing I've ever heard (in a church anyway) the whole congregation were in hysterics even the vicar was impressed, even though it was really funny and good, I hope it's the last one I hear for a very long time, the wake was a great affair too, free bar! I ended up getting pissed, to say the least!
Finished the job at St Helens, ( I know you don't really care where I've been working and the jobs I've finished but come the end of the month and I'm writing out the wages invoice, this little blog comes in very handy, plus it gives me great satisfaction to read my own words and laugh at my own jokes again, lol ego mania!)
Last night was spent at Robins and we played Poker (not for real money, poker chips), which was fun and I think I was holding my own pretty well, but it started getting late, I had a bit of a head ache and so I tried to lose and you know my luck, I kept bloody winning, nay mind, I lost it all eventually and went home happy, I just have to mention for Matt's sake, his joke that he wanted me to blog, "It's ten to call, hahaha tentacle, haha ten-to-call ha ten-ta-cle"
It's my dads birthday today, he's older than me, so happy b'day dad, he'll never read this unless they print it off and add it to a really old black and white film with Jimmy Cagney.
Prague in less than a fortnight and I'm looking forward to it, if not least just getting away from it all, it'll be nice.
I'm addicted to a football manager game called Soccer Manager and I've managed to rope Trelly, Robin and Matt into it and they seem to enjoy it too (well Trelly is addicted too) so I've added the link, sign up and give it a go, if you want to join my league then I am in the set up "World Championship 157"
Oh yeah, as it's my birthday on a Monday and we go to Prague the following Thursday, I'm thinking of going out to town on Saturday 5th July for a few drinks, (nowt special) if anyone fancies it. (no? really?, I'll go on me fucking own then.)
That'll do, catch you all later.
Woggzeh
Sunday, June 22, 2008
I broke a thousand hearts Before I met you, I'll break a thousand more Baby Before I am through.
Hello.
Friends, Romans Countrymen, lend me your ears....
It's time for the weekly moan about it being Sunday and I'm doing my update, well let me start by telling you that my eye is all better, and there should be no long term damage, although I do have a little scar on my eye that will go eventually but for the moment makes a little line of blur on everything I look at, still, could be worse.
Went out for drinks with Kristy on Monday, which was nice, she's had two operations to remove a couple of small tattoos on her wrists and so she is in bandages and can't use her hands very well, which is hilarious as she's technically a cripple, a fact I reminded her about at every opportunity.
Started a job in St Helens, on Tuesday and it's a cracking job, one of those jobs that just goes right, but sadly it'll be over in a few more days.
A dear friend of the family passed away on Tuesday, so I have a funeral to go to on Wednesday, which I'm not really looking forward to, but then again, who does look forward to such things?
Top Gear is back tonight and I am sitting here, shaking with excitement, it's been away for too long, and the sad thing is it's only going to be on for six episodes then it'll be gone again, I find with Top Gear it's the 'pick me up' that you need to get you through the week ahead, it certainly makes Mondays more bearable, mainly because you have a new topic of conversation other than how munted you got on Saturday night.
My tips for Euro 2008 are out of the running, which sucks, I went for Czech Rep, and secondly Holland, but they lost, like losers, so who's left? Germany, Turkey, Russia and either Spain or Italy (at the time of writing this) so who do I want to win? None of them, I'll go for Spain because I've been there, but with me backing them, that means they will lose, so, on that mentality, I'll also support Germany, and see the krauts go out and back to their piss poor miserable blonde ugly lives.
Stick a fork in me because I'm done. Gotta go write some more crap for my other blog now.
Take it easy people.
Woggzeh.
Friends, Romans Countrymen, lend me your ears....
It's time for the weekly moan about it being Sunday and I'm doing my update, well let me start by telling you that my eye is all better, and there should be no long term damage, although I do have a little scar on my eye that will go eventually but for the moment makes a little line of blur on everything I look at, still, could be worse.
Went out for drinks with Kristy on Monday, which was nice, she's had two operations to remove a couple of small tattoos on her wrists and so she is in bandages and can't use her hands very well, which is hilarious as she's technically a cripple, a fact I reminded her about at every opportunity.
Started a job in St Helens, on Tuesday and it's a cracking job, one of those jobs that just goes right, but sadly it'll be over in a few more days.
A dear friend of the family passed away on Tuesday, so I have a funeral to go to on Wednesday, which I'm not really looking forward to, but then again, who does look forward to such things?
Top Gear is back tonight and I am sitting here, shaking with excitement, it's been away for too long, and the sad thing is it's only going to be on for six episodes then it'll be gone again, I find with Top Gear it's the 'pick me up' that you need to get you through the week ahead, it certainly makes Mondays more bearable, mainly because you have a new topic of conversation other than how munted you got on Saturday night.
My tips for Euro 2008 are out of the running, which sucks, I went for Czech Rep, and secondly Holland, but they lost, like losers, so who's left? Germany, Turkey, Russia and either Spain or Italy (at the time of writing this) so who do I want to win? None of them, I'll go for Spain because I've been there, but with me backing them, that means they will lose, so, on that mentality, I'll also support Germany, and see the krauts go out and back to their piss poor miserable blonde ugly lives.
Stick a fork in me because I'm done. Gotta go write some more crap for my other blog now.
Take it easy people.
Woggzeh.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Doing all I can do, just to be close to you. Every time that we meet, I skip a heartbeat. Always up for a laugh, she's a pain in the arse.
Now then peeps, mah homies, mah dawgs.
How are we all doing?
Well, as I'm sad enough to blog each week, here is your weekly instalment, and what a shit week it's been.
It started off rubbish because I was in Liverpool, a place which I hate with a passion, and the people in it can all go to hell, because it's rubbish, the scum of the earth, And somehow, it's the culture capital 2008, honestly, which ever prick voted for Liverpool needs his bollocks smashing into the ground with a JCB, I honestly believe that you'd have a better chance finding Madeline McCann before you find culture in Liverpool, it's a shit hole.
On Wednesday, I developed a sore throat and the sniffles, which turned into full blown Man flu by Thursday and I had to take the day off, which was a shame because we could have finished the job in Liverpool, but alas, I was at home, with a runny nose and man flu MK2, which no woman would understand, but believe me, it's bad, it's a known fact that men get colds and flu virus's worse than women do, because we usually work through the cold that you would take a year off work for, and so you don't believe us when the real bad boy comes a knocking on our immune system with an AK-47 and lurgi spray.
Friday the 13th, I am back at work and it was shit, we were on a mission to finish the job and were going well until at about 10:30am, I was up a scaffold and I turned around and a wire hanger went straight into my eye, "oh my word, how terribly painful" were not my words at the time, but something similar was screamed by me, my eye was pissing out water, and the pain barrier was fucking bad! anyway, I decided that it'd get better in an hour and continued working, it didn't get better, but I finished the days work and then went straight home to hospital, (reason being that I didn't want to spend three hours in a Liverpool hospital) so I got home and spent three hours in Harrogate hospital, where I was treated and had the red dye in my eye that dribbled down my face and stained me and my beard, but the good news is, while the pain will last a few days, I will not lose my eye sight, and today I'm not in much pain, (although most of you would say the pain I'm in now is excruciating, I'm fine with it) I can't see properly through my eye it's all a blur, but I reckon that it'll be fine when I go see the eye specialist tomorrow.
Collywogs bloggy blog is still up and running and I think that it's only Bullough who reads it, I'm thinking of turning it into a bi-weekly, because I'm running out of material and can't find the time to write more, what do you think? what days would you prefer if it went bi weekly?
I'm sure I had loads to write but it turns out I don't, I tried a 24p Chicken and Mushroom pot noodle from Asda t'other day, and it was pants, so I swamped it with soy sauce and it was reet nice, so I'll be buying more of them and trying new and inventive ways to make them better, I might even post the results here, for my entertainment.
Anyway, gotta go, my Niece is coming over to play.
Toodle ooh.
Woggzeh
How are we all doing?
Well, as I'm sad enough to blog each week, here is your weekly instalment, and what a shit week it's been.
It started off rubbish because I was in Liverpool, a place which I hate with a passion, and the people in it can all go to hell, because it's rubbish, the scum of the earth, And somehow, it's the culture capital 2008, honestly, which ever prick voted for Liverpool needs his bollocks smashing into the ground with a JCB, I honestly believe that you'd have a better chance finding Madeline McCann before you find culture in Liverpool, it's a shit hole.
On Wednesday, I developed a sore throat and the sniffles, which turned into full blown Man flu by Thursday and I had to take the day off, which was a shame because we could have finished the job in Liverpool, but alas, I was at home, with a runny nose and man flu MK2, which no woman would understand, but believe me, it's bad, it's a known fact that men get colds and flu virus's worse than women do, because we usually work through the cold that you would take a year off work for, and so you don't believe us when the real bad boy comes a knocking on our immune system with an AK-47 and lurgi spray.
Friday the 13th, I am back at work and it was shit, we were on a mission to finish the job and were going well until at about 10:30am, I was up a scaffold and I turned around and a wire hanger went straight into my eye, "oh my word, how terribly painful" were not my words at the time, but something similar was screamed by me, my eye was pissing out water, and the pain barrier was fucking bad! anyway, I decided that it'd get better in an hour and continued working, it didn't get better, but I finished the days work and then went straight home to hospital, (reason being that I didn't want to spend three hours in a Liverpool hospital) so I got home and spent three hours in Harrogate hospital, where I was treated and had the red dye in my eye that dribbled down my face and stained me and my beard, but the good news is, while the pain will last a few days, I will not lose my eye sight, and today I'm not in much pain, (although most of you would say the pain I'm in now is excruciating, I'm fine with it) I can't see properly through my eye it's all a blur, but I reckon that it'll be fine when I go see the eye specialist tomorrow.
Collywogs bloggy blog is still up and running and I think that it's only Bullough who reads it, I'm thinking of turning it into a bi-weekly, because I'm running out of material and can't find the time to write more, what do you think? what days would you prefer if it went bi weekly?
I'm sure I had loads to write but it turns out I don't, I tried a 24p Chicken and Mushroom pot noodle from Asda t'other day, and it was pants, so I swamped it with soy sauce and it was reet nice, so I'll be buying more of them and trying new and inventive ways to make them better, I might even post the results here, for my entertainment.
Anyway, gotta go, my Niece is coming over to play.
Toodle ooh.
Woggzeh
Sunday, June 08, 2008
When the moon hits your eye, Like a big-a pizza pie, That's amore
Hello Everybody.
I'm writing this with a headache, well actually I'm writing this with my fingers, but I've got a headache, reason behind said headache is Matt's birthday last night which was fun, we went to P&P which was a bit pants to be honest but because we are a resourceful bunch we made our own fun which resulted in us consuming nearly all of the helium balloons and making each other laugh, most of us were content after one or two goes but Paul went and ate the lot, he's now addicted to helium and is on patches to curb his addiction.
We ended up in Carringtons (oh man, 'ringtons is buzzin') which I'm happy to say was ace, it had half price drinks until midnight, which I took full advantage of, (at one point I had four bottles of WKD Orange) and then the music caught my attention like a cute blonde in a short skirt would catch my attention, and I just had to dance, now for people who don't know me, I am a seriously good dancer, I can really bust some moves, and to be honest I was disappointed in the way the rest of the lads were dancing, so they needed showing how it's done, with tunes like 'I am the one and only' and a selection of Status Quo hits, I was in my stride and ripping up the dance floor like a man possessed, and everyone was amazed at my ability (they might have been amazed at the flood of sweat that was dripping from my head, but I'm confident it was the dancing they liked).
I left the club at about 1:30, having done all I could to teach the little people how to dance, and today I am deaf, I have that buzzing, dense feeling in my ears that you get when you have been near a speaker in a club all night, which sucks.
Yesterday day was another talking point, Bullough had managed to con us (Trelly, Robin and me) into being his removal men, so we turned up and lugged his stuff from his old flat to his new house (nice gaff btw) and then he bought us lunch and casually reminded us that our beers (payment) had been left at his house, so we missed out there! nay mind.
the week since I last spoke to you guys has been pretty unremarkable, Big Brother is back and full of dullards, we (Trelly Robin and Paul) had a sweepstake and picked our contestants to support by choosing a number (1-16) before they went in the house, I chose number 7, which is some black lass, who isn't bad, she's a god botherer but I have a good chance, Trelly got a gay dancer from Scotland, and we actually believe that his horse will come third, and Paul got another black lass with 'attitude' so I might be on a winner here, I wish I had picked number 5 because the lass who went in is hot and quite funny, another person to mention is the 'mad Nancy lam' character who should be worth watching, as she seems mad as a hatter.
well, I'm bored, I'm tired, Euro 2008 kicked off yesterday with a very crap match, but I'm still backing the Czech Rep to win. so there.
Toodle Ooh
Woggzeh
I'm writing this with a headache, well actually I'm writing this with my fingers, but I've got a headache, reason behind said headache is Matt's birthday last night which was fun, we went to P&P which was a bit pants to be honest but because we are a resourceful bunch we made our own fun which resulted in us consuming nearly all of the helium balloons and making each other laugh, most of us were content after one or two goes but Paul went and ate the lot, he's now addicted to helium and is on patches to curb his addiction.
We ended up in Carringtons (oh man, 'ringtons is buzzin') which I'm happy to say was ace, it had half price drinks until midnight, which I took full advantage of, (at one point I had four bottles of WKD Orange) and then the music caught my attention like a cute blonde in a short skirt would catch my attention, and I just had to dance, now for people who don't know me, I am a seriously good dancer, I can really bust some moves, and to be honest I was disappointed in the way the rest of the lads were dancing, so they needed showing how it's done, with tunes like 'I am the one and only' and a selection of Status Quo hits, I was in my stride and ripping up the dance floor like a man possessed, and everyone was amazed at my ability (they might have been amazed at the flood of sweat that was dripping from my head, but I'm confident it was the dancing they liked).
I left the club at about 1:30, having done all I could to teach the little people how to dance, and today I am deaf, I have that buzzing, dense feeling in my ears that you get when you have been near a speaker in a club all night, which sucks.
Yesterday day was another talking point, Bullough had managed to con us (Trelly, Robin and me) into being his removal men, so we turned up and lugged his stuff from his old flat to his new house (nice gaff btw) and then he bought us lunch and casually reminded us that our beers (payment) had been left at his house, so we missed out there! nay mind.
the week since I last spoke to you guys has been pretty unremarkable, Big Brother is back and full of dullards, we (Trelly Robin and Paul) had a sweepstake and picked our contestants to support by choosing a number (1-16) before they went in the house, I chose number 7, which is some black lass, who isn't bad, she's a god botherer but I have a good chance, Trelly got a gay dancer from Scotland, and we actually believe that his horse will come third, and Paul got another black lass with 'attitude' so I might be on a winner here, I wish I had picked number 5 because the lass who went in is hot and quite funny, another person to mention is the 'mad Nancy lam' character who should be worth watching, as she seems mad as a hatter.
well, I'm bored, I'm tired, Euro 2008 kicked off yesterday with a very crap match, but I'm still backing the Czech Rep to win. so there.
Toodle Ooh
Woggzeh
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Used to be so easy to give my heart away, but I found out the hard way, there's a price you have to pay.
Now then peeps.
Sunday again, I'm sure that Sunday comes round quicker than any other day of the week, and I'm sure it's not as long as any other day of the week because before you know what day it is, it's Monday and you are back at work.
So I'm working in Liverpool again, and I'm genuinely worried that I might start talking Scouse and nicking everything that isn't nailed down, Hopefully I'll not be there long, then I think I have a job coming up in Darlington.
My computer is giving me nightmares, it's just the fact that it's so old it can't keep up, I also think that it might need to be formatted, I might ask Trellys advice, he formats his computer every week, it runs so slowly, even when I'm typing this blog, it takes forever, I've actully taken to writing everything out on my laptop and transferring the text over to here, because my laptop is better than this computer, which brings me nicely to a question, is there anyway I can connect to the internet via USB? because my lappy doesn't have an internet hole, it has a phone line hole and usb, so if anyone knows of some Heath Robinson contraption that allows me to get internetted via usb, then please let me know.
EDIT: just been looking at wireless internet usb dongles, you can even get pay as you go instead of a monthly contract, however my lappy only has windows 98, and the minimum spec for the dongle things is Windows 2000, so if anyone has win2000 on floppy disk then let me know (my lappy doesn't have a cd drive).
I was going to talk about Graham 'Fucking' Norton here, but I've decided to save that for a Colywogs Blogy Blog.
I was talking to Jof about Eurovision and he's well up for it, he reckons his brother will do it too, so all we need now is a bassist, which is shit because all bassists are bastards and you have to temp them to join the band with food and shiny objects, I also need to find out how to apply for auditions to show the judges how good I am and they choose me to represent the UK, so if any of you get bored and fancy finding out the process then let me know.
Fuck me, this is turning into a 'you do the leg work and I'll do fuck all'
I re registered my pen friend advert the other week and now I'm over run by emails from people (mainly girls, attractive girls too) who want to write to me, which is cool, but it takes up loads of my time, and I really hate the introductory emails, where you tell them what you like, films, music and partying, which is stupid because EVERYONE loves those things, so it's really a no brainer, but in true Woggzeh style I can drag out those three topics into 5 paragraphs, so it looks like I'm really cool and clever.
Some dancing kid won Britains got talent, which is alright I supose, I got confused by the show initially, you see I grew my toe nails really long because I thought it was called Britains got talons, but I soon realised my mistake when I went to the auditions, it didn't matter though because I gave them a false name (D.Bullough).
Anyway, I'm done for this week, gotta go write some material for C.B.B.
take care
Jof (4th June I think), Stacey (6th June I think) and Matt (4th June I think) are all celebrating their birthdays this week, so congratulations, many happy returns, all that bollocks, have a great time.
Stay Lucky
Woggzeh
Sunday again, I'm sure that Sunday comes round quicker than any other day of the week, and I'm sure it's not as long as any other day of the week because before you know what day it is, it's Monday and you are back at work.
So I'm working in Liverpool again, and I'm genuinely worried that I might start talking Scouse and nicking everything that isn't nailed down, Hopefully I'll not be there long, then I think I have a job coming up in Darlington.
My computer is giving me nightmares, it's just the fact that it's so old it can't keep up, I also think that it might need to be formatted, I might ask Trellys advice, he formats his computer every week, it runs so slowly, even when I'm typing this blog, it takes forever, I've actully taken to writing everything out on my laptop and transferring the text over to here, because my laptop is better than this computer, which brings me nicely to a question, is there anyway I can connect to the internet via USB? because my lappy doesn't have an internet hole, it has a phone line hole and usb, so if anyone knows of some Heath Robinson contraption that allows me to get internetted via usb, then please let me know.
EDIT: just been looking at wireless internet usb dongles, you can even get pay as you go instead of a monthly contract, however my lappy only has windows 98, and the minimum spec for the dongle things is Windows 2000, so if anyone has win2000 on floppy disk then let me know (my lappy doesn't have a cd drive).
I was going to talk about Graham 'Fucking' Norton here, but I've decided to save that for a Colywogs Blogy Blog.
I was talking to Jof about Eurovision and he's well up for it, he reckons his brother will do it too, so all we need now is a bassist, which is shit because all bassists are bastards and you have to temp them to join the band with food and shiny objects, I also need to find out how to apply for auditions to show the judges how good I am and they choose me to represent the UK, so if any of you get bored and fancy finding out the process then let me know.
Fuck me, this is turning into a 'you do the leg work and I'll do fuck all'
I re registered my pen friend advert the other week and now I'm over run by emails from people (mainly girls, attractive girls too) who want to write to me, which is cool, but it takes up loads of my time, and I really hate the introductory emails, where you tell them what you like, films, music and partying, which is stupid because EVERYONE loves those things, so it's really a no brainer, but in true Woggzeh style I can drag out those three topics into 5 paragraphs, so it looks like I'm really cool and clever.
Some dancing kid won Britains got talent, which is alright I supose, I got confused by the show initially, you see I grew my toe nails really long because I thought it was called Britains got talons, but I soon realised my mistake when I went to the auditions, it didn't matter though because I gave them a false name (D.Bullough).
Anyway, I'm done for this week, gotta go write some material for C.B.B.
take care
Jof (4th June I think), Stacey (6th June I think) and Matt (4th June I think) are all celebrating their birthdays this week, so congratulations, many happy returns, all that bollocks, have a great time.
Stay Lucky
Woggzeh
