Saturday, July 31, 2010
And I never thought I'd feel this way And as far as I'm concerned I'm glad I got the chance to say That I do believe I love you.
Bloody hell, the month goes quick doesn't it?
Actually it doesn't but I kept putting back and putting back the writing of this blog and now it's the last day of the month and now I'm here, with a blank head and cold fingers.
The beginning of the month saw my 30th birthday and I went to Blackpool with some friends, On the Friday we went out and met Steve and Heather who took me and Bradbury clubbing because everyone else went to bed early, we stayed out until about 03:30 and then jumped in a taxi, the taxi driver wanted to take us to a brothel, and Bradders (always open to suggestion after a few drinks) thought it was a great idea, luckily, being sober I made the executive decision to go back to the digs and have a kip, promising the driver we would goto the brothel tomorrow night. I got up about 8am on the Saturday, had a cracking breakfast then we all went to the pleasure beach and a couple of rides that were cool, then walked along the beach and went to the sealife centre, then went to a few bars. The Walkabout bar was pretty cool except the queue for the bar was a bitch, luckily they opened the upstairs bar and that sorted the problem, Bradbury also found out that if I declared myself the 'designated driver' then I got free soft drinks all night, so I was chuffed about that. After the walkabout everyone except me, Bradbury and Matt went home and so, we went to a lap dancing bar (well, it was my birthday) we spent about 30 minutes in there in the company of some very pretty ladies, Matt was skint so he somehow managed to get a lap dance for £8, I'm just glad I wasn't there when he was coppering up to pay the girl. After that Matt wanted to go home, fair enough, so we set off, and the Matt complained all the way home that he wanted a wee and we were walking too slow, (we were eating pizza and chatting to women).
We came home on the Sunday and that was that, I loved it, had a great weekend, which is all that mattered to me, I'll definitely be going back (with Bradders, who loved it too) but for the rest of my party........I think they'd be happier having their teeth pulled! (Admittedly the best part of the trip was the broken car park machine that gave us about £150 over the course of the weekend).
The rest of the month has been pretty non eventful. I got some tickets to see Reginald D. Hunter and Kevin Bridges playing at the theatre, which will go nicely with my ticket to see Jim Jefferies there too, Harrogate is getting some really good comedy acts at the moment, with a monthly comedy night and now a two week comedy festival in October.
On Monday just gone, I had to go back to Blackpool for a job, and when we arrived it was like CSI Blackpool. Sadly a nurse had been murdered on the sunday night and the forensic team were there in full regalia, with the white tents and full white suits, just like on the television, only on the television you don't get that atmosphere that something dreadful has happened, Weird.
I've knocked bread on the head this week, just getting sick of the same old sandwiches, so I've been eating pasta and fruit, it's been nice and I've lost 5 lbs since last Monday, which is quite shocking as I hadn't thought of it as dieting. Goes to show that dieting isn't that hard at all.
hey did anyone watch Sherlock last weekend? it was pretty fucking good.
Anyway. I think that'll do for now.
Woggzeh
Actually it doesn't but I kept putting back and putting back the writing of this blog and now it's the last day of the month and now I'm here, with a blank head and cold fingers.
The beginning of the month saw my 30th birthday and I went to Blackpool with some friends, On the Friday we went out and met Steve and Heather who took me and Bradbury clubbing because everyone else went to bed early, we stayed out until about 03:30 and then jumped in a taxi, the taxi driver wanted to take us to a brothel, and Bradders (always open to suggestion after a few drinks) thought it was a great idea, luckily, being sober I made the executive decision to go back to the digs and have a kip, promising the driver we would goto the brothel tomorrow night. I got up about 8am on the Saturday, had a cracking breakfast then we all went to the pleasure beach and a couple of rides that were cool, then walked along the beach and went to the sealife centre, then went to a few bars. The Walkabout bar was pretty cool except the queue for the bar was a bitch, luckily they opened the upstairs bar and that sorted the problem, Bradbury also found out that if I declared myself the 'designated driver' then I got free soft drinks all night, so I was chuffed about that. After the walkabout everyone except me, Bradbury and Matt went home and so, we went to a lap dancing bar (well, it was my birthday) we spent about 30 minutes in there in the company of some very pretty ladies, Matt was skint so he somehow managed to get a lap dance for £8, I'm just glad I wasn't there when he was coppering up to pay the girl. After that Matt wanted to go home, fair enough, so we set off, and the Matt complained all the way home that he wanted a wee and we were walking too slow, (we were eating pizza and chatting to women).
We came home on the Sunday and that was that, I loved it, had a great weekend, which is all that mattered to me, I'll definitely be going back (with Bradders, who loved it too) but for the rest of my party........I think they'd be happier having their teeth pulled! (Admittedly the best part of the trip was the broken car park machine that gave us about £150 over the course of the weekend).
The rest of the month has been pretty non eventful. I got some tickets to see Reginald D. Hunter and Kevin Bridges playing at the theatre, which will go nicely with my ticket to see Jim Jefferies there too, Harrogate is getting some really good comedy acts at the moment, with a monthly comedy night and now a two week comedy festival in October.
On Monday just gone, I had to go back to Blackpool for a job, and when we arrived it was like CSI Blackpool. Sadly a nurse had been murdered on the sunday night and the forensic team were there in full regalia, with the white tents and full white suits, just like on the television, only on the television you don't get that atmosphere that something dreadful has happened, Weird.
I've knocked bread on the head this week, just getting sick of the same old sandwiches, so I've been eating pasta and fruit, it's been nice and I've lost 5 lbs since last Monday, which is quite shocking as I hadn't thought of it as dieting. Goes to show that dieting isn't that hard at all.
hey did anyone watch Sherlock last weekend? it was pretty fucking good.
Anyway. I think that'll do for now.
Woggzeh
