diary of a nobody

O my god ,I am never ever ever going to drink again. Went out last night, got so drunk I took over the pubs dance floor with a rendition of "flying down to Rio" dance routine, accompanied by Marillin soundtrack. I apparently acquired an admirer, but my attention for such things are of course non-feasible at present. I ended the night with me and my mate. Mr.Q climbing up a tree in the middle of the round about down the road....Then went home to be very very sick. Then went to work today, I still feel like complete shite. And I hate,hate,hate alchol!

I cant believe it I finally managed to get a picture for my profile, and as with most things I now realise it was very easy to do...

Even though I was v v tired (after saturday and then working Sunday) I went to the sisters birthday meal. Me, mother, father the sister, and mr.Ferrari who had briefly become mr.Aston martin but didn't really like it so reverted back to the Ferrari.
It took place in Knutsford or should I say, in the land of the Cheshire "in crowd". I tried really hard to be chatty and pleasant, and I think I was. Mr Ferrari isn't that bad as it turns out, hes as mental as my sister but with more money. The food was good and the Pimm's was better. My father spent an hour rambling on about "mounting climbing" and "being a vegetarian", so nothing different there. I kept my eyes open and even laughed at the sister and Mr Ferrari's recount of there trip to "Blackpool" just to see what it was like. Which reminded me of how the Victorians used to go and see gory body dissections "just to see what it was like".The question is who is on which side of the bars looking out and who are the interested spectators?.............

Well it rained but that is what I have come to expect.

I did see some of the lowest forms of society (and that was just Lilly Allen).

I wined about the bar Q (finding it impossible to get pissed because it takes so long to get a drink)

I moaned about the lack of female performers and the endless stream of bands with boys in (not to be confused with boy bands).Eventully my freinds retorted with "no there aren't many 40 year old lesbians on are there" and it was suggested that a band called "scouting for girls" may suit!Well my scouting days are over for now. But it was all taken in good humour (which means me taking the piss back)

I got in a temper whilst shopping for my obligatory "festival hat" I settled on a military poor boy hat, which I wasn't entirely happy with.

I hate the fact that I thought it was a good idea to buy poppers as a nod to our youth, only to have an awful headache 3 seconds later.

Mika upset me by singing a eurythmics song (don't touch the holy grail Mika!!!)

I deplore sitting on a bloody car park for hours trying to get home, only to have to get up for work just a few short hours later.

Yet on the other hand....

I love jumping about in mud with my wellington boots on, like a two year old child.

I loved pointing out to everyone the irony of the fact that Lilly Allen made a speech about "oil companies" being bastards, whilst somehow travelling to Stafford to pass the message on! What did she do walk?

I loved the fact that I was still sober enough as darkness fell, to see the pantomimes that folk play out when they have spent the day drinking there contraband booze, as they wander bare foot in the piss and shite of the days events.

I just adore eating "super burritos" and "jerk pork with rice and pea!!" (no boring old "arse of cow burgers" for me)

I was very happy to have the chance to see Rodrigo y Gabriela who I have wanted to see for some time.

The bedouin sound clash were as great as ever

And Damian Rice was truly wonderful had Vivian Long with him (who is a jolly good cellist). I abandoned my freinds to watch him and I'm very glad I did. It was a moment that makes going to V worthwhile.And after saying all that I'd say I had a great if tiring day..

I am doomed to become chained to this computer for the whole weekend. I am attending to friends house again (+2 cats). Which means I will stare at this screen for far too long...Hopefully by tomorrow something absolutely amazing will happen, giving me something amazing to write about....Sadly this is not the case today.........

Just realised the packets of cigarettes I stupidly bought off some bloke in the pub last night, are nothing more than a pile of fake "probably filled with cyanide and sawdust" load of old rubbish! you see last night I got a bit pis**d and I thought they looked alright, plus I got 40 for £4. Now im sober and have my vision back, I think am so daft someone could have sold me "candy cigarettes" and I wouldn't have known! The funny thing is im normally more than happy to hand over silly amounts of money to the vending machine to fuel my "truly vile habit" .

O.K so I have been away for a while. And my promises of interesting statements are slightly unfounded. Basically Ive just been busy. Mostly working! The reasons Ive actually been getting of my arse and genuinely putting some effort in, as opposed to my usual "I do so many jobs I never get round to doing any of them" crap, Is because of the following.......

1. As i probably already said, former girlfriend hears of my exiting June holiday, realises she actually misses me, and starts emailing me "I wish I was with you in France, we will have to go next year when I come back" etc, etc...

2. Then I start to get daily text conversations. That range from regular chit chat, to late evening for her, lunch time for me "I really miss you, I miss the music we listened to, I miss going off somewhere silly for the day just because we could" etc, etc....

3.Then I mentioned that I'm going to have mini holiday in Rome (her favourite place ever) next month, this resulted in her begging me to not go in September and wait for her return in march ! I was tempted to say how about you not go to Thailand, Cambodia, Australia, and every-other fecking place, you will be going without me!!! but I didn't I just said, don't worry, Rome is not going anywhere we can go anytime, bla, bla, bla.....

4. Then the final nail in the, "I am completely confused as to why this person and I had a fantastic relationship, she buggered off, told me she couldn't continue a relationship when she isn't even here, fails to communicate with me for a month or so, then decides she misses me, but I cant say feck all, for fear of upsetting her trip of a lifetime " coffin .......Is , I send her birthday message, via e-mail, In Gaelic (she is Irish) which was very inventive and very difficult to do (it is almost impossible to translate most concepts directly from english to Irish). And her response to aforementioned birthday message?........................... "I love you"

.........anyway, so I'm working really really hard so that as soon as I can, I will be financially prepared to go off and make sure I get to spend more of my life with the person who I love with all my heart....

Goodness I have been away for a while, and everything looks different? Well anyway I cant stay on the old buttons for long but I shall return soon and hopefully with something of interest to say!