Wednesday, 7 July 2004

Coyote Ugly

Not a bad film for a chick flick. The soaking wet fit women kept my interest.

The thing that got my goat (Why is that an actual saying?) is LeAnne Rhymes.

What a f'ing stupid name. Is she French? I hate her and I haven't even met her.

Long weekend in Jersey

To go to Jersey or not to go to Jersey, that is the question.

Whether 'tis acer in the mind to suffer
The Shaheens and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of piss taking,
And by opposing end them?"


-- From Stulet (IV, iii, 86-92)


Not sure if I should pay may Dad off yet or go to Jersey to see Shaz. This is one to ponder.

Wednesday, 30 June 2004

Tuesday, 29 June 2004

Bored...

Just had a 2h30min meeting on our strategy for external publications. Did anything come out of this meeting? No.

Plus, just had to go back to car phone warehouse to sort out my new phone, surprise, surprise, they forgot to click a button to activate my account. I could take another day before I get connected.

At least I didn't go ballistic like the guy next to me in the queue, he was f'ing and blinding at two of the guys behind the counter. Hilarious.

Thursday, 24 June 2004

I'm so bored

I really can't be arsed doing any more work today?

Both of my main bosses have gone home so i'm stuck here with nothing to do (or nothing that I want to do) so i've taken to writing this load of sh!t to try and stem my lack of interest in doing anything.

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Anti theft

http://www.humanbeans.net/powerpizza/

Tuesday, 22 June 2004

End of an era

One of us actually has to grow up now.

Kris is now pregnant. And by pregnant I mean he's an expectant father.

Very scary thought. Very expensive thought.

Good luck to the Matthews family and lets hope the baby doesn't inherit the Matthews gap toothed trait.

England nearly gave me a heart attack

Well done lads.

4-2 win, made me sweat though.

Monday, 21 June 2004

Mornin my babs

As a Bristolian idiot would say.

What a lovely weekend i've just had. I finally feel free. For the past 9 months i've been getting up on Saturday at the crack of dawn to chase eggs, then drinking from 5pm till 2am and then getting up on Sunday still drunk to travel home to London. Not having a weekend for so long certainly takes it's toll.

Now I have to find something to do on Saturdays, the only thing I can think of so far is get drunk in a pub, so open to suggestions.