HURRAH!!
Ha, now that is surely a prelude to a tale of overwhelming delight and happiness, is no doubt what your thinking right now!
You are correct.
I wouldnt want to decieve you with a cunningly upbeat title and then shatter your hopes and dreams now would I?
OR WOULD I????
no, I wouldnt.
I worked most of the weekend, in the WHITE LION in Wellington, t'is a great public house.
And as such I have now got some expendable cash just waiting to be spent on Sadie!!
On our second date!
This coming Friday.
OH YES, sundays date went ever so ever so well.
We met up, we talked for hours, we laughed, she played with her hair and giggled at all my jokes.
I complimented her without going overboard.
My mate, who happened to be in the same place, dragged me up to sing 'Love is all around' by WET WET WET.
She was suitably impressed (it could have gone either way)
I walked her home, we arranged to go out on Friday (bowling, her choice, and she reckons she will win), and shared a delicate and gentle kiss as we said goodnight.
I feel like a big kid again!!
So thanks to Victoria, who reads this blog apparently, for her encouraging words!
I am now back in the office, failing to sell advertising space, and getting cross.
But not too cross, because a really lovely girl likes me!
Ill be blogging once more on Thursday, when no doubt, I shall have discovered something to be annoyed with in the world, so until then,
stay safe, and stay Unstable!
Tuesday, 8 May 2007
Friday, 4 May 2007
THREE DAY WEEKEND YEAHHHHHHHH
Forgive me father, for I have sinned, it is 2 days since my lost blog!
Well, a rather strange week all round is coming to an end, and what an end it promises to be.
Firstly, I must thank the chaps and chapesses who have left me invaluable advice, ressuring me that the battle is half won, and that I should remember to check my flies.
Good advice all round.
Also, thanks to all my mates who were texting me WELL into the wee small hours commiserating Man Uniteds demise in Europes premier cup competition.
The swines.
I bumped into Sadie (for that is her name) the girl Im taking out Sunday, in the local hostelry last night, and we were flirting like two very flirty people for large portions of the night, so I am slightly less nervous now than I was a couple of days ago.
The night ended rather strangely however when her friend (who used to date on of my old pool playing chums) got SO MUNTERED she had to go home.
Somehow, I got the job of taking her home in a cab.
It cost me much cash, but I looked like a veritable knight in shining armour, so points gained methinks.
Work has been a bitch this week, no-one wants to part with cash before the bank hols, so if any of you crazies out there have a small businees to advertise, give me a shout!
Mates Rates apply to all those quoting this blog!
Saturday will see the Manchester Derby, so I will be prising my brother off his sofa and forcing the little hermit to the pub to partake in several beverages, then its off to Wolverhampton for a massive MASH-UP!!! (no pills, just Holsten Pills)
Then, Sunday.
OH GOD IM NERVOUS AGAIN NOW!!!!
I keep playing bizarre what if scenarios in my head.
Im so good at sabotaging myself its unreal.
Nearly died on my bike on the way home from work last night as well.
Coming up to a junction I applied the brakes. Alas,the brake cable snapped and I rolled to a sedate halt halfway across the road and in the path of an oncoming Citroen Saxo.
Fair play to the old duffer behind the wheel, not only was he sticking to the limit, but he also had decent reactions, which he demonstrated further by winding down his window and calling me a p**** in almost no time.
Bless the elderly.
Except the ones who will undoubtedly be doing their shopping in Morrisons at the same time as me on Saturday morning.
GOOD CHRIST they infuriate me.
Tootling around at 1 pace per hour, parking trolleys sideways, taking corners badly, skimming my ankles, walking along 3 abreast causing huge tailbacks, generally being in the way of the cheese or anything else I might want, CONSTANTLY asking me to pass them something off a high shelf (im over 6 foot, and too polite to say no) so that my shopping takes twice as long as it should.
AND THE WORST THING OF ALL!!!!!!
They congregate at the end of an aisle, 4 trolleys all skewiff, moaning about their corns, upset that their kids never come over, isnt the weather terrible? debating how much a packet of bacon has gone up in a week, and then, AND THEN they say; (and its making me angry now) STILL, CANT COMPLAIN!!!!!
WTF???
YES YOU CAN COMPLAIN!
you just did.
for ten minutes.
in my way.
deliberately not hearing me asking you to 'excuse me' and forcing the next group of octegenarians to ram me in the base of the spine with their specially heightened OAP trollies.
GAH.
*breathes deeply*
Right, on that note, Id better go and sell some more advertising space, hope I dont sound too angry, although maybe that will scare them into buying it?
Updates after the weekend, not only on that, but also how many old ladies I slay, and, importantly enough, MY DATE!!!!!
fingers crossed all.
Till then, stay safe, and stay Unstable.
Well, a rather strange week all round is coming to an end, and what an end it promises to be.
Firstly, I must thank the chaps and chapesses who have left me invaluable advice, ressuring me that the battle is half won, and that I should remember to check my flies.
Good advice all round.
Also, thanks to all my mates who were texting me WELL into the wee small hours commiserating Man Uniteds demise in Europes premier cup competition.
The swines.
I bumped into Sadie (for that is her name) the girl Im taking out Sunday, in the local hostelry last night, and we were flirting like two very flirty people for large portions of the night, so I am slightly less nervous now than I was a couple of days ago.
The night ended rather strangely however when her friend (who used to date on of my old pool playing chums) got SO MUNTERED she had to go home.
Somehow, I got the job of taking her home in a cab.
It cost me much cash, but I looked like a veritable knight in shining armour, so points gained methinks.
Work has been a bitch this week, no-one wants to part with cash before the bank hols, so if any of you crazies out there have a small businees to advertise, give me a shout!
Mates Rates apply to all those quoting this blog!
Saturday will see the Manchester Derby, so I will be prising my brother off his sofa and forcing the little hermit to the pub to partake in several beverages, then its off to Wolverhampton for a massive MASH-UP!!! (no pills, just Holsten Pills)
Then, Sunday.
OH GOD IM NERVOUS AGAIN NOW!!!!
I keep playing bizarre what if scenarios in my head.
Im so good at sabotaging myself its unreal.
Nearly died on my bike on the way home from work last night as well.
Coming up to a junction I applied the brakes. Alas,the brake cable snapped and I rolled to a sedate halt halfway across the road and in the path of an oncoming Citroen Saxo.
Fair play to the old duffer behind the wheel, not only was he sticking to the limit, but he also had decent reactions, which he demonstrated further by winding down his window and calling me a p**** in almost no time.
Bless the elderly.
Except the ones who will undoubtedly be doing their shopping in Morrisons at the same time as me on Saturday morning.
GOOD CHRIST they infuriate me.
Tootling around at 1 pace per hour, parking trolleys sideways, taking corners badly, skimming my ankles, walking along 3 abreast causing huge tailbacks, generally being in the way of the cheese or anything else I might want, CONSTANTLY asking me to pass them something off a high shelf (im over 6 foot, and too polite to say no) so that my shopping takes twice as long as it should.
AND THE WORST THING OF ALL!!!!!!
They congregate at the end of an aisle, 4 trolleys all skewiff, moaning about their corns, upset that their kids never come over, isnt the weather terrible? debating how much a packet of bacon has gone up in a week, and then, AND THEN they say; (and its making me angry now) STILL, CANT COMPLAIN!!!!!
WTF???
YES YOU CAN COMPLAIN!
you just did.
for ten minutes.
in my way.
deliberately not hearing me asking you to 'excuse me' and forcing the next group of octegenarians to ram me in the base of the spine with their specially heightened OAP trollies.
GAH.
*breathes deeply*
Right, on that note, Id better go and sell some more advertising space, hope I dont sound too angry, although maybe that will scare them into buying it?
Updates after the weekend, not only on that, but also how many old ladies I slay, and, importantly enough, MY DATE!!!!!
fingers crossed all.
Till then, stay safe, and stay Unstable.
Wednesday, 2 May 2007
Number 1 in a series of,ohhhhh, lets say, a million!
Well, it's is only four more sleeps till the big day.
My first, 'first date' in nigh on three years.
It should help that I have known the girl in question for a few years now, it doesn't, it makes it worse.
Having known her for a while, I assume it is only good social graces that dictate I should therefor have some prior knowledge of her likes and dislikes etc etc,
I don't.
I know she works in the local ASDA, I know she has the smile of an angel, and the body of a goddess (in my own humble eyes), and I know she always flirts outrageously with me, and laughs at my jokes, so I should be 'well in there'. (to quote a close chum).
But I'm wetting myself, that I'll dry upon the night.
I won't be funny, I'll wear something terrible, I'll have a bad hair day.
SOMETHING will prevent this from going somewhere.
I will be honest, with you, dear reader,
I am 28, and I have a daughter, and I work hard.
But as long as the bills are paid and my little one is well fed and clothed, then It's hard to stop feeling like a 17 year old still.
Only, a seventeen year old who really wants to find 'the one' so that I can shower her with affection, gifts, kisses and generally treat her like the centre of my world.
Only, somehting always happens to prevent this.
In the past, it has been my ability to attract and subsequently, co-habit with, and I say this with utmost respect, GRADE A MENTALLISTS!
I admit, I am far from perfect, but Im pretty grounded, sensible when the need arises, outgoing, funny, spontaneous, non-jealous and very giving in a relationship.
I have been described as 'too nice' on several occasions.
I hate this, and shall describe it as UTTER BALLS.
I like to go out with my mates, I like to watch the footy on my own or with pals/lager, and can quite happily ignore my partner for a while if I am preoccupied. I don't HAVE to see them every single day (although I do enjoy waking up and seeing my loved ones face on the next pillow) and can be generally relied on to rip the piss out of everyone, girlfriends included. In jest of course.
So I am not sure what the problem is!
Any sugestions?
I will no doubt be spending several hours over the coming days agonising over what to wear on Sunday.
I always seem to go for the middle ground of jeans and a nice polo shirt.
This is dull.
I am not dull.
I am a paradox.
Anyway, its time to return to the real world and do some 'work' as I believe it is called.
I shall return of the morrow, whereby I shall almost certainly have thought of some more reasons why I am likely to undermine myself this weekend.
Till then, dear reader, take care, stay safe and be Unstable.
Yours, currently nervous,
Unstabledan!
My first, 'first date' in nigh on three years.
It should help that I have known the girl in question for a few years now, it doesn't, it makes it worse.
Having known her for a while, I assume it is only good social graces that dictate I should therefor have some prior knowledge of her likes and dislikes etc etc,
I don't.
I know she works in the local ASDA, I know she has the smile of an angel, and the body of a goddess (in my own humble eyes), and I know she always flirts outrageously with me, and laughs at my jokes, so I should be 'well in there'. (to quote a close chum).
But I'm wetting myself, that I'll dry upon the night.
I won't be funny, I'll wear something terrible, I'll have a bad hair day.
SOMETHING will prevent this from going somewhere.
I will be honest, with you, dear reader,
I am 28, and I have a daughter, and I work hard.
But as long as the bills are paid and my little one is well fed and clothed, then It's hard to stop feeling like a 17 year old still.
Only, a seventeen year old who really wants to find 'the one' so that I can shower her with affection, gifts, kisses and generally treat her like the centre of my world.
Only, somehting always happens to prevent this.
In the past, it has been my ability to attract and subsequently, co-habit with, and I say this with utmost respect, GRADE A MENTALLISTS!
I admit, I am far from perfect, but Im pretty grounded, sensible when the need arises, outgoing, funny, spontaneous, non-jealous and very giving in a relationship.
I have been described as 'too nice' on several occasions.
I hate this, and shall describe it as UTTER BALLS.
I like to go out with my mates, I like to watch the footy on my own or with pals/lager, and can quite happily ignore my partner for a while if I am preoccupied. I don't HAVE to see them every single day (although I do enjoy waking up and seeing my loved ones face on the next pillow) and can be generally relied on to rip the piss out of everyone, girlfriends included. In jest of course.
So I am not sure what the problem is!
Any sugestions?
I will no doubt be spending several hours over the coming days agonising over what to wear on Sunday.
I always seem to go for the middle ground of jeans and a nice polo shirt.
This is dull.
I am not dull.
I am a paradox.
Anyway, its time to return to the real world and do some 'work' as I believe it is called.
I shall return of the morrow, whereby I shall almost certainly have thought of some more reasons why I am likely to undermine myself this weekend.
Till then, dear reader, take care, stay safe and be Unstable.
Yours, currently nervous,
Unstabledan!
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