Saturday 27 February 2016

Borderline Alcoholism - 4

I am now sat in one of the greatest Indian takeaway places on the surface of this planet, I am very drunk...

Yet, as I sit here waiting for my order to appear I look back at, what?

Me dancing? Or thinking I look good dancing whilst everyone else thinks 'what a twat' 

Or maybe I am a good dancer? Who happens to be fed up with the music?

Who is now waiting for some quality takeaway curry? 

And has just been led out of said curry place and I'm off home :)

Borderline Alcoholism - 3

Couple of pubs later and we're, strangely, in a pub that, to me, was well known for being a very busy, loud venue... and now we're here, it's quiet.

Borderline Alcoholism - 2

Okay, so we beat Ireland in a bruising encounter... have decided to stay here for a bit... maybe a pint or two more before we stagger elsewhere!

Borderline Alcoholism

A good portion of why I drink alcohol in lare amounts is down to our national teams.

England Rugby and Football, when taking part in their respective world competitions act in such a way that forces me to consume enough alcohol to numb myself enough to not care when they fuck up.

I am sure that most of the male population of drinking age have the same problem.

I didn't mention our Cricket team, well I don't drink when they play simply because I don't like Cricket.

So there.

Six Nations 2016 - 1

Oh dear, here I am again, in a pub, watching Rugby... England v Ireland this time.

Well played to Scotland from their game earlier on, a well deserved win against Italy that ended their 9-game losing streak.

More drunken posts to come...

It's official, I'm losing it...

Fuck me, I'm totally going insane.

I'm at work, on my own and a delivery of wallpaper vinyl had just arrived, which I was waiting for in order to produce a print on our HP Latex printer.

Whilst waiting for the delivery I'd passed the time taking some old PC's apart, preparing them for a scheduled electronic waste collection later on next month and naturally my hands were dirty so, whilst carrying the box of vinyl into the studio, I said out loud: "Must wash my hands before I load this into that bad boy"... I then put the box down, walked over to the printer, pressed the power button to wake it from sleep mode and said "... because you ARE a bad boy Mr. Latex!"

I had to stop and think about what I just said.

Yep, losing it.

Building on my Nerves!

In the city that I live near and have worked in for most of my life there is currently a lot of building going on and I mean a LOT! It's like some sort of financial bomb has gone off and seeded building sites all over the place.

The consequence of this is disruption to the city's roads and pavements.

I commute to work via the train and have had to put up with being corralled, redirected, squeezed and sometimes, even stopped by temporary walls, barricades, barriers, traffic cones, padded scaffolding and all other manner of health-and-safety-gone-made measures these building companies erect to give themselves a heightened sense of 'ooh look at us, aren't we just the awesomeness badass erectors of steel and concrete you've ever seen'.

This morning took the biscuit, it's Saturday but I needed to go into work to do a few things and I went there in my car instead of catching the train because I wanted to get there quicker. As I got near work I went past one of these construction sites and saw that they had put some temporary traffic lights up to control a pedestrian crossing by a roundabout. As I came off the roundabout and approached the crossing I saw that the lights were on red so, naturally, I stopped. There were no people crossing and none that I could see around me, nor were there any construction workers around and the road ahead (a dual carriageway) was totally clear of vehicles, private, construction or otherwise but I still stopped because, well, they ARE traffic lights and they were on red!

A couple of minutes passed, they were still red... another car arrived, the driver opting to take the outside lane next to me, he too stopped. We both sat there for a mother minute or so, still red. More cars appeared behind us both, another minute passed, still red. Another minute (and you have to realise here that 5 minutes at traffic lights in the UK is not the norm!) lights still showed red. Now people were getting impatient, including me but what could I do? The lights were red! I looked over at the occupants in the car next to me and they were clearly as confused as me but both of us needed to do something because we were in front so naturally we had the impetus to do something about it.

I began to think that maybe these lights were on red because of some construction work going on much further up the road that I couldn't see but as I rationalised it I thought that if that was the case they wouldn't have put two lights either side of the crossing. They would have coned off one of the sections of the dual carriageway ahead and not needed a traffic light system. This one was definitely for the pedestrian crossing but why the hell were both lights on red for so long when there clearly weren't any fucking pedestrians around?!

Then horns started to blare from the people behind, which was understandable and that kicked me into action, I again looked over at the people in the car next to me, made eye contact, shrugged my shoulders, quickly took another 360 look around to see that there were no pedestrians around, put the car in gear and jammed my foot on the accelerator... a split second later the driver next to me did the same thing.

That's the first time in my life I have voluntarily ran a red light... and all because those fucking idiot construction workers had clearly bollocksed up the configuration of those lights. I'm not proud that I had to do that but if I'd stayed where I was the traffic would have backed up onto the roundabout behind me and could have potentially caused an accident.

Note to construction workers - if you're going to run the rule over us poor peons with your protect-your-arses health-and-safety toys and procedures, get them fucking right or you'll cause more trouble than you're apparently trying to avoid. You forced me to run a red light which as a law-abiding citizen of the UK I don't feel good about.

Tossers.

Friday 26 February 2016

F*ckin' Social Media

I look after a couple websites and recently I converted one of them to a Wordpress site, one of the features on said site is a Twitter plugin that displays the site owner's Twitter feed. However I have had to go off on a merry web dance in order to get the feed working due to Twitter's fucking stupid, almost bordering on extortion API key generation procedure!

I don't have a Twitter account and I was simply not interesting in having one but I've had to create one AND add my mobile phone number to it in order to get the 'application' API tokens so the plugin can validate and 'callback' to Twitter.

Fuck you Twitter.

and while I'm at it, fuck you too Facebook.

Tuesday 23 February 2016

Five Guys

12 quid for a cheesebuger and fries, bloody hell! Probably have to take out a second mortgage to feed a small family there...

Saturday 20 February 2016

and we alll love it cos we're drunk?

Literally because a bunch of people drunkenly wandered (or lef) off, fuck everyone.... I don't care, whatever....

Oh that is a shite song....

Title, means... Bugger, I need to dance....

Blondie... whateveract

Feck I'm pissed and need to swing my shit to regeae crap.... I think

Blondie Tribute Act

Pretty good to be honest...

BUT! Way tooo drunk to be... erm, whatever

Post Gaming

You know how things work out when on the piss - going to random events, maybe?

Like a Blondie tribute act... which I'm at, and intend to have a damned good boogey at!

In the Pub, post gaming

In my previous post I was getting trollied with my mate... and we played PES.

Well, now we're in the pub.

Ahh, nuff 'said really

Time Flies When You're Gaming...

I'm round my old mate's place getting shitfaced and reminising about old times, particularly from a gaming point-of-view and we've decided to play a bit of PES. Thing is, we haven't played it for ages, so much so that I had to wipe the dust off the PS3 controller he gave me:




Friday 19 February 2016

Stevo's False Eyebrows

I know where Sky Sports' pundit Stevo get's his false eyebrows from... at least, I think they're false.



Great bloke by the way, he has a wealth of Rugby League knowledge and is thoroughly enjoyable to listen to, definitely someone I'd like to go for a pint with.

Tesco Self Service

Yesss! I've finally managed to get all my grocery items through a Tesco self service checkout without an error happening... that bloody "Help is coming..." voice when it has a problem with a scanned item annoys the fuck out of me. I swear it does it on purpose.

EDIT:

I've given myself an Xbox Achievement to mark the occasion...


Thursday 18 February 2016

Yesterday Sucked

I had a bad day yesterday...

I had a frustrating day's work, had to walk through horrible, freezing cold persistent rain and arrived home soaking wet. My walking shoes had leaked, my umbrella was broken and, to top it all, I discovered that my belt's close to snapping and I was wearing my underpants the wrong way round.

Still, I cheered up when I remembered that I had two doughnuts left in the cupboard that I could have for pudding.

Thursday 11 February 2016

Cadburys Creme Eggs

This:


Is quite possibly the best combination of chocolately, sweet-centered piece of heaven ever... made even more so by the fact that Cadbury only makes them for a limited period of time each year.

They were a lot better before Craft acquired Cadbury and nerfed the recipe to save money... but then American sweet companies know fuck all about decent 'candy'.

Sunday 7 February 2016

A Saturday of Rugby watching #10 - the day after

Sooo hungover, it'll probably take me most of the week to recover from this.

All the medical eggheads out there need to concentrate on creating some sort of magical elixir that completely wipes away the effects of a hangover.

Saturday 6 February 2016

A Saturday of Rugby watching #9

Back in home town after a wet and windy taxi-catching session... and, from a Rugby Union and Cricket point of view a very satisfying day's watching!

A Saturday of Rugby watching #8

Very drunk.... watching the big screens... aaand, Scotland have the advantage, NOT...

A Saturday of Rugby watching #7

Feck... doubly so, very drunk and having a lot of trouble, well, doing this for a start... I think we're going to lose :(

A Saturday of Rugby watching #6

Half time, both sides equal... Fuck me Rudgby does this to you....!

A Saturday of Rugby watching #5

And now we're ready to watch Scotland v England in the Jaguar Exhibition Hall!

A Saturday of Rugby watching #4

Wasps 9 - 8 Newcastle.

Terrible game, for both sides to be honest... ah well, Wasps won and a bonus point for the Falcons so I suppose it balances out...

Now in the Ricoh Jag Hall to watch Scotland v England...

A Saturday of Rugby watching #3

A bunch of pints in now and I'm close to the stage of not caring... which is bad because there's another big game on a bit later - Scotland v England

A Saturday of Rugby watching #2

Oh feck... 2 pints in and I'm already feeling a bit pissed :S

A Saturday of Rugby watching...

Off to see Wasps v Newcastle at the Ricoh today, then to watch Scotland v England on the hig screens in the Ricoh Jaguar Exhibtion hall afterwards...

Muchos Biere will be imbibed over the course of the day methinks, hope I can last until the ineviable pub crawl later on!

Thursday 4 February 2016

Abstract Art #13

I was somewhat inspired by my holiday photo collection for the next abstract, I've always loved the sea and it's many phases. The way the surf crashes against rocks in never-ending random patterns of froth and spray.

So for this abstract, in Photoshop, I de-saturated the image, applied the oil painting filter, masked out the water and coloured it a deep flat sea green to make it stand out more against the overall greyness...

It's kind of a celebration of how awesome the sea is



Wednesday 3 February 2016

Abstract Art #12

Here's my latest abstract creation, called '8-bit Ruby'...


Monday 1 February 2016

Random Thoughts

I get some random bizarre thoughts popping into my mind sometimes...

On my way home tonight, as I'd passed through the ticket barriers and was about to start down the stairs to the train platform I suddenly thought: "Ooh, I've got pudding tonight!"

This was in reference to some cake mum gave me yesterday.

It's the little things you know :)

EDIT: And I've just realised I've got a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream in my freezer

w00t XD