Author: Mosh

Getting undressed in a gym changing room on a Friday. The day the local school use one of the suites for their PE class, so it’s filled with 14-15 year olds.

You’re unbuttoning your trousers. And you suddenly remember you’re wearing Dangermouse boxer shorts.

Welcome to hell.

The lovely sound of chavs

I was getting to bed on Friday night (after putting up with random thuds and rumbles from next door all night) when I heard what sounded like some **** belching then giggling in the room through from mine.

Bastard.

Until I listened closely. And what sounded like *BURP* *HUR HUR HUR* was actually *DEEP BREATH* *SOB SOB SOB*.

Yup. Some chav next door (don’t think it’s the one who lived there, sadly) was crying his ******* guts out.

I slept soundly that night.

Aaaawwww

A friend of mine is a single mum and, unprompted, I got this text from her this evening:

“I have laying beside me the most wonderful thing ever. His beauty astounds me sometimes. He is perfect in every way. This what true love is lol who needs a boyfriend when you can be as fulfilled as I feel right now. You know what? He’ll wake in the morning as good as gold. I’d give it an hour before I am shouting at him for being a pain in the arse. Hehe oh well while he is sleeping soundly guess I can be gooey over him :)”

Now that is someone I’d like as a neighbour.

I’ve been reet busy the last couple of days. Work tends to come in waves – either bored out of my tree or buried. I much prefer being buried as it makes the time go faster.

I got sent to site on Wednesday to clear up after a third party engineer didn’t (or to be fair couldn’t) get everything done. This stretched into Thursday morning as well. And then Thursday afternoon as more and more “little jobs” arose.

It was mainly setting up new PCs, connecting them to our network, installing printers and so on. There was also an old 10Mb hub to swap out for a 24-port 10/100 switch. I didn’t get that one done as their patch cupboard was a tip (in their own admission). So I recommended that it needed ripping out, rewiring and tidied. Preferably out of hours as it would involve downtime.

I am now working all day Sunday at double time. Whoop!

As a bonus I got to shout at a few kids, which is always a laugh. Little scrotes were using the site’s back yard as a shortcut home from school. One of them had been rather rude to the little old lady in account so I collared him. ******.

So my weekend consists of sorting out Sharon’s dad’s ADSL (including rewiring his telephone extensions) and sorting out their two PCs tonight, then the Wigan game tomorrow with one of my work colleagues (who’s in a box, courtesy of the customer I was at last week – git), and then sorting this cabling thing out.

Makes a changes from last weekend where I was licking supercars and staring at some Scottish bird’s tits.

Variety, as they say…

[update – Sunday’s off as it’s too short notice for the customer. Can’t do next weekend as it’s home game against the mackems. Hopefully the week after, and a Saturday afternoon start to give me some more (over)time]

Here’s a new one – if you ring a mobile phone in Thailand you don’t hear *bring bring*. No. You hear twiddly Thai music until the recipient picks up. How weird is that? I assume the idea is to take your mind of how ******* expensive the call is.

Mind, it doesn’t work. At the risk of sounding like an advert, check out 18185. Along with several other similar businesses it lets you call mobiles and foreign countries for much cheaper than BT. Thailand (landline or mobile) for 4p connection fee then 1p/min after that. Eep.

All I have to do now is remember the 6-hour time difference (7 hours after our clocks go back) and not wake Louise up when I ring her.

Oops.