Quick update on the past weekend (for the record)
Friday: Jait came down from brumham, went out with all the usual crowd (Bunty, John, Jait, Dips, Sharan, Lems, Sims, Deeps) as well as Johns cousin, Chian (who happens to be pretty cool - we got to find a way of bringer her down to London for more than a couple of days at a time!).
Saturday: Jait, Dips, Bunty and myself were planning to go to the video game exhibition in the science museum, which didn't happen - we ended up pooling buying 3 planes instead, and throwing them at kids by the exit (unintentionally I must add - them planes were meant to make return flights back to you. kinda like a boomerang plane - now that idea aint worth a velvet painting of a whale and a dolphin getting it on). Seemed the only way we could get the planes to return were by the kids throwing the planes back. The planes are still lying around somewhere....
We ended up in London Bridge - where every bar appeared to be shut - before venturing down to Bank, where again every bar seemed to be closed. Ended up back in Canary Wharf (Good ol' cheap whetherspoons), where we had a few drinks while waiting for John. Got back home, put on some Taledega Nights (what is this shake and bake?! it doesn't even make any sense!?), and knocking out after the pretty tiring night before.
Sunday: Green Street - Eastham - London, home of asians and west ham football hooligans, living in harmony. Deeps and myself ventured a visit down there to have a look at wedding gear. All good fun, particularly as we got some gulab jamus (indian fried cakes in syrup...mmmmmmm....artery blocking....)
Pretty busy huh?
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Seriously this week has to be the worst time to start "jait is not gay" week since i really need a release this week. I have to say there has been a great profligacy in grievance caused unto myself this week so far. To start there were the three days i spent enduring the company of PWC auditors, one of whom i might add smelt worse than the backside of an elephant with severe bowel trouble. I am thinking he thought there was a outbreak of SARS completely localised to the area of Milton Keynes as I spent the whole time in his company covering my nose and mouth with anything close to hand that remotely smelt better. I think the first thing they should tell you if your going to be an auditor is, if your going to work as an audtior and have everyone hate due to the fact your job revolves around p£$$%£g people off you best smell good,as to not add insult to injury. Since they left yesterday and Arsenal finally beat Bolton (despite doing our abject best to make things hard on ourselves)I thought things were looking up for the rest of the week. Then half way to Milton Keynes disaster struck again, the warning light came on in my car again with the "check VSC". So I was obviously a little miffed by this, since i had this same problem fixed a week ago and had servicing look at the car this week when i had it serviced. Anyways this pretty much brings me to now, sitting at home waiting for them to deliver me my courtesy car and since it took all morning to sort it out i figured there is absolutely no point in going to work now, which i will have to admit is not entirely a bad thing. Still, i am wondering whether this is karma kicking me in the arse for my treatment of Jait for the last 8 years amongst other things including laughing at the strange (who, yes i did call freaks God/Yoda i repent, no joke by god do i repent!!!!) people by the bar up in Edinburgh a couple of weeks ago.
Personally though, i blame Milton Keynes strong with the dark side that place is! This must be a sign that i must leave that place ASAP before it is too late, if the dark side is strong there as to break a Lexus then there can only be worse to come. My suspicions were further raised when the RAC towtruck turned up and the guy said "wow my first Lexus" and he had only been working breakdowns for fifteens years oh man how did i ever get this lucky? To update you guys my courtesy car has now turned up and i have been given a (drumroll please) Volvo estate, fan-blooming-tastic seriously WTF do i look like i need to pick the kids up from school. With this kind of awesome luck coupled with the street cred i will get from the Volvo estate i expect Jessica Alba to turn up at my doorstep soaking wet from some freak watermains accident and need some dry clothes and a shower and erm........my body heat to keep her from hypothermia.
Anyway this ain't a post from me until i talk about something of worldly importance. Today while i sat in a service station awaiting the RAC man i drank two cups of tea, ate a muffin and read through an entire copy of GQ. Anyways, after (obviously)reading=looking at the pictures of Eva Mendes i was able to peruse the other contents of this months issue erstwhile thinking why did i buy this magazine i could have read this in Neil's bathroom, but i was about 30 miles from Seacon tower and i didn't really need to go facilitate either so i don't know what i'm getting at here. So back to the point there was a great article by i think it was the Agony uncle and someone asked him if he could work at home and resist internet porn. Still the article was not about porn at all more about the art of "cyberslacking" what a great word. It's such a valid point that modern life and computers has given us so many different avenues to slack off at work and especially at home. I wish i "needed" the internet to do homework back in the day like kids do now. The main point the article makes is that "are we seriously expecting men who work alone, bored and unobserved, to have self control?" this is true for everyone, if you had the chance to slack off at work and totally get away with it wouldn't you do it? this thesis is based entirely on a i hate my job scenario, all those who lead a charmed life and enjoy their lives and jobs, each and every day,need not read my crazy rants as i hate you all so much. Who am i trying to kid i'm just trying to justify my slacking off at work and passing it off as doing my job!! God bless England where its every man, woman and childs god given right to do a job half-arsed which usually results in a £800million national stadium which, still is not entirely finished after 7 years. God bless England indeed. Anyways you should all read the article its funny, informative, interesting and its above all else probably in Neil's bathroom.
"Shake and bake"
"What is that? a form of epilepsy"
Think for a next blog we should do a "the best lines from movies ever blog". Obviously with our own ever-hilarious commentary on each one.
wow john damn you have a lot of time on your hands to write such a huge blog - though given i actually read the whole thing so must i...deeps
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