THE Shit...

Dinner, with friends, at The Arboretum.  Really great food, reasonably priced.  Rumours of bad service were quashed.  Even with a party of 29 (including a very dapper gent in a pink gingham shirt and matching bow-tie, pockets stuffed with bottles of booze) in a seperate room, our food was served promptly and the staff were lovely.
 
Unfortunately, said friends failed to deliver any hilarious anecdotes for me to recall here... And I am stumped.  Clearly I didn't factor in the need for some talent when I decided to start this blog.

Just SHIT...

No M at work...apparently she is has been partying in Vegas with Diddy and Lil Wayne. (who??) :P
 Don't young, pretty girls with disposable incomes make you sick?  Only joking Minton, well mostly.x

The new Sure for Women advert. 
"We gave women these jingly bells to wear for one day so they could see just how much they move"  SERIOUSLY? 

Oh, and Mamas and Papas?  Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.

THE Shit...

Ate dinner, drank wine, slept in, fry-up, lounged in front of TV, ate junk, drank beer, got ready, went out, got drunk, slept in, ate BLUEBERRY PANCAKES AND MAPLE SYRUP PANCAKES WITH BACON!  You've got to admire the Americans...their crazy food combo's just seem to work.  (Next I'll try candied Yams) 
And now...back to reality.   

Just SHIT...

My town is slowly failing to offer me anything in the way of a decent night out, unless you count restaurants.  Even my favourite places are starting to let me down.   Am I just getting old?  Is my only choice between cheesy wedding reception music and trashy dance that makes my brain hurt?  And while I'm on the subject, why do so many women want to look like WAGs?  Big hair, fake tan, bodycon dresses, french manicures and stack heels.  They are EVERYWHERE!   I'm not one to judge but I'm fairly sure they are all shallow, vacant and a bit thick. 

(I am a technotwat and haven't been able to link the domain name with the website IP address.  Hence the delay between posts)

THE Shit...

Er...there probably is stuff, but it is lost in a brain fog. 
Aha...here it comes...
This weekend I shall be sans responsibility and staying at a friend's house.  Therefore able to drink myself into a mess (should I wish to), laze about in my pyjamas, have a quiet bath and stuff myself silly...Hurry up Friday!

My young work colleague keeps coming out with funnies:

M-  "I need to get rid of our sofas"
Me- "How many have you got?"
M- "Three"
Me- Three!?"
M- "Yep, a two seater and two one seaters..."


M- " It's on the bridge"
Me- "The bridge?"
M- "Yes, the bridge of death"
Me- "I think you mean 'brink'"

Just SHIT...

Old people...please stop driving like cunts.
Toys R Us...I h8 you and your shitty shop.

THE Shit...
 
The Riverside Festival in Nottingham this weekend was ace.  Fairground rides, dodgy stalls with not quite official merchandise and FIREWORKS!  Free entry... FREE! 
There's something about big cities...even the ugly people seem less so than in my town...Perhaps as a result of more genes floating around in the mix...Although I won't hear anyone else say my county is inbred, it probably is a little...sshh, don't tell anyone...I'll get lynched.


Just SHIT...

I thought I had a bad back all weekend...combination of a long drive, crazy spiral staircase at my brother's flat and put-me-up bed... Monday night I noticed a protrusion from around my coccyx and had a minor breakdown, convinced I would end up crippled and unable to chase about after my two year old...

Decided that although money was tight I ought to go to the osteopath. On examination by the (hot) osteopath, I am informed that it is not anything to do with my coccyx-rather a soft tissue swelling.  Luckily for me he decides not to charge-Phew.  I was so embarrassed.  I'd virtually gone in there and said "hi, please feel my bum for no real reason".

I now had a vague uneasy feeling I knew what might be wrong (I am fairly well informed) and it was gross.  My GP confirmed I have a pilonidal sinus.  A soft tissue abcess type thing that is common in hirsute men, possibly obese, with a large bum crack and a sedentery occupation.  So I am afflicted with a Rab C Nesbit butt abcess.  Nice.