the day after the night before...
Well, this week has had highs and lows. Big ones.
It's been cold. I have been wearing my fur-lined steel-toes, my long johns, my jeans, a vest, a top, a hoody, gloves and a woolly hat and I've still been fuckin' freezing cold at work, until today when it was just about bearable. Annoyingly, by the afternoon, it's often colder inside than it is outside...which is wrong.
On Tuesday I got my new mobile phone, which is cleverer than I am (obviously I refuse to read the instructions, on account of being too much like a bloke for my own good) it is fantastic though, and once I learn how to use it, will be even more so.
Last night was the now infamous Christmas Works Do. I don't think it helped that the bouncers were scared of us before we were even in the venue - it was a Comedy club. God knows where they got the bouncers from, but one of them was really poor. They gave us a little speech that there were only a few rules: Don't fight, don't take drugs and don't talk whilst the comedians are on. Guess which one(s) we broke? All three!
Started with an almost-punch-up between Pand and TwatMatt, but Pand walked away instead of throwing a punch. The bouncers then threw TwatMatt out - of the same door as Pand had left through. So they kicked off again. Both got barred. That was before the first act even got near the stage...
Then the bouncers were all over us, seriously. Rubbed everyone up the wrong way, followed us all to the toilets (probably just as well, as TwatMatt had probably been doing lines in there) SO more people got up and left. It was a bit stupid. During the second act Juju (foreman) got thrown out for being too loud etc. so NickyNick went too. I went outside with them, but the bouncer wouldn't let me talk Ju down.
I went out the front to make a phonecall, at which point the bouncers asked me to help, as Juju was back at the front door, having been thrown out the back. I was like "yeah, didn't want my help a minute ago, did you?"
I tried to stop him, but he was just getting abusive and fighty, so I left him.
Everyone was pretty wasted - our guv'nor was picking up the whole tab, so we took full advantage.
This morning, out of the usual 12 of us in the yard, 4 people were in on time, I was only 4 minutes late, along with MidLife, GanGan rolled in about ten minutes after that, LankyJam a bit later, Juju rolled in at 10am and GanGan'sBitch came in about 11.
We all wondered if Juju would come in, after being so wrecked, but we got a phonecall at about half 8, saying he'd be in as soon as he found his false teeth...apparently he'd woken up to find his front door wide open, no glasses and no teeth...when he finally got to work he was rougher than a badger's arse, still hadn't found his glasses and had discovered his false teeth by his garden gate...he'd also knackered his shoulder and cut his hands up. He was in a nasty way all day - we all were. No one really did anything because we were still too battered. A huge amount of chocolate, fry ups, bacon sarnies etc. were consumed today.
On the non-work front, Jojo and I aren't going to be able to buy the shop we wanted as no one will give us the financial back-up. We're looking at other places though, so we're still hopeful. That's been really hard though, real ups and downs, emotionally draining.
I'll be off to London tomorrow to meet up with an old friend from school and then a bunch of yous lot from LoM fandom. It will rawk. My throat is dead sore today though...dunno if that's from the effects of last night or if one of the boys is giving me ManFlu. I'm well grumpy about it, but hopefully I'll be right by tomorrow.
It's been cold. I have been wearing my fur-lined steel-toes, my long johns, my jeans, a vest, a top, a hoody, gloves and a woolly hat and I've still been fuckin' freezing cold at work, until today when it was just about bearable. Annoyingly, by the afternoon, it's often colder inside than it is outside...which is wrong.
On Tuesday I got my new mobile phone, which is cleverer than I am (obviously I refuse to read the instructions, on account of being too much like a bloke for my own good) it is fantastic though, and once I learn how to use it, will be even more so.
Last night was the now infamous Christmas Works Do. I don't think it helped that the bouncers were scared of us before we were even in the venue - it was a Comedy club. God knows where they got the bouncers from, but one of them was really poor. They gave us a little speech that there were only a few rules: Don't fight, don't take drugs and don't talk whilst the comedians are on. Guess which one(s) we broke? All three!
Started with an almost-punch-up between Pand and TwatMatt, but Pand walked away instead of throwing a punch. The bouncers then threw TwatMatt out - of the same door as Pand had left through. So they kicked off again. Both got barred. That was before the first act even got near the stage...
Then the bouncers were all over us, seriously. Rubbed everyone up the wrong way, followed us all to the toilets (probably just as well, as TwatMatt had probably been doing lines in there) SO more people got up and left. It was a bit stupid. During the second act Juju (foreman) got thrown out for being too loud etc. so NickyNick went too. I went outside with them, but the bouncer wouldn't let me talk Ju down.
I went out the front to make a phonecall, at which point the bouncers asked me to help, as Juju was back at the front door, having been thrown out the back. I was like "yeah, didn't want my help a minute ago, did you?"
I tried to stop him, but he was just getting abusive and fighty, so I left him.
Everyone was pretty wasted - our guv'nor was picking up the whole tab, so we took full advantage.
This morning, out of the usual 12 of us in the yard, 4 people were in on time, I was only 4 minutes late, along with MidLife, GanGan rolled in about ten minutes after that, LankyJam a bit later, Juju rolled in at 10am and GanGan'sBitch came in about 11.
We all wondered if Juju would come in, after being so wrecked, but we got a phonecall at about half 8, saying he'd be in as soon as he found his false teeth...apparently he'd woken up to find his front door wide open, no glasses and no teeth...when he finally got to work he was rougher than a badger's arse, still hadn't found his glasses and had discovered his false teeth by his garden gate...he'd also knackered his shoulder and cut his hands up. He was in a nasty way all day - we all were. No one really did anything because we were still too battered. A huge amount of chocolate, fry ups, bacon sarnies etc. were consumed today.
On the non-work front, Jojo and I aren't going to be able to buy the shop we wanted as no one will give us the financial back-up. We're looking at other places though, so we're still hopeful. That's been really hard though, real ups and downs, emotionally draining.
I'll be off to London tomorrow to meet up with an old friend from school and then a bunch of yous lot from LoM fandom. It will rawk. My throat is dead sore today though...dunno if that's from the effects of last night or if one of the boys is giving me ManFlu. I'm well grumpy about it, but hopefully I'll be right by tomorrow.