Our interwebnet connection in the office has been up and down like a cheap whore’s g-string today. Thus resulting in a rather dull day for yours truly. All the information I have for that VPN report is online and I’ve not been able to access it, which has been a bit of a bind.
Nice to see the petrol stations are empty again. I might even be able to fill up without a 2-hour wait. I tried to get some shopping on Monday night and couldn’t get into Morrisons because of all the muppets queueing up. For anyone who knows Girlington Morrisons, the line stretched from the petrol station, through the car park and along Thornton road. In both directions. Plus the other entrance. Ludicrous.
Talking of fuel stations, Louise popped out to fill her car up this morning and bumped into Graeme Souness by the pumps. Sadly, we’d not sacked him and forced him to get a job wiping windscreens. He recognised Lou as she took his blood pressure one time (she’s a nurse at the Freeman) and they got nattering. Needless to say, this made quite an impression on the male staff in the shop who were all asking how she knew the Toon manager. Being the sensible lass she is, she lied outright and said they were old friends.
I think the only famous person who ever recognised me ages after I had anything to do with them was Aaron Aedy of Paradise Lost. He once wandered up to me blind drunk in Rios to wish me happy new year. And I stopped him buying one of those ******* shitty iMacs when I worked in PC World.
U,ve got a MAC, it,s one of those shitty iBooks, and another thing LEOMINSTER, is that the ****** who use to dress up as a clown and sing “i wont let the show go on “
Barry – I really really hope you’re drunk, fella…
Leo Sayer methinks?
but anyway – no time for idle chit-chat or bloggery young Mosh – the assignment won’t write itself you know so back to it …
whupppaaaaaa
(sound of whip cracking)
(heh heh heh)
JJ – I was all fired up to do some work and now you’ve got me hornier than a box made of rhino hair filled with horny toads with stiffies. Damn you and your whip-crackery.
I met Tony from Terrorvision once – they had a practice room upstairs here at Legend ’cause they were mates with the MD… and those of us near the door that day wouldn’t let him in; We didn’t recognise him and thought he was some sort of lurker. (Legend’s on the seedier side of Bradford city centre – it’s best not to take chances.)
He was alright about it once we let him in.
You’re working at Legend now, are you? I’ve known a few people who’ve worked there. Tony’s OK – met the band a couple of times way back when. I think one or two of them used to live opposite me when I was on Dirkhill Road. They had an old ambulance painted fluorescent green.
Rock stars. *tut*
Now? I’ve been here since May;
May 2001.
Eep. Everyone else I knew there lasted a few months and then left. Well done! I think. Trying to remember names now. Most were more “passing acquaintance” then “friend”.
Mosh – I assume you know all about Graeme’s special relationship with Dale Winton…
20 – does this involve felching?
I’m really not privvy to the intricacies of their relationship but suffice to say wherever Newcastle play Dale enjoys the boardroom hospitatlity of the team you lot (and Blackburn previously) are playing.
I was not aware of that. Questions should be asked, I think. Isn’t it a bit weird to follow a manager, rather than a team? Mind – Winton is certainly a bit weird.