I've got ham but I'm not a hamser...

Hello readers and welcome to post 231 of my blog...

... Not that it's any sort of important number, I just thought I would mention it. Anyway on with the show!

I begin, as usual, from Monday. I awoke to the results of the blizzard we had the night before (we don't usually get snow at this time of year. Whats going on?) and drove to work... All be it, slowly. Work went surprisingly quick, but have you ever had one of those days where you feel like you haven't got anything done? Well for me, Monday was one of those days and I came away knowing that the following day would have to be used for finishing off little jobs and menial tasks that I didn't have chance to complete.

In the evening I went round to Adams because he had bought Assassins Creed for the 360. I had been wandering if it was any good so went to have a proper nose at the game...

... And the results are glorious! The whole game feels like a proper historical epic. The game engine works beautifly and is just about perfect... (with the exeption of the main assassinations, which I find a bit annoying, but I am told this is because I'm not doing it properly!)

Anyway. I left at a reasonable time and came home with the thought that if I am a good little boy, Santa will bring me the game for Chrismas.

Tuesday morning came and, actually, work wasn't as hectic as I had imagined. I had a productive day, but at the back of my mind was still the thought that it would be fantastic to be able to play Assassins Creed again. Throughout the course of the day the snow melted and we had sunshine by the afternoon. I came away at 4:30pm hoping I could go round to Adams for an Assassins Creed fix...

... But. He rang me to tell me that he wasn't going to be in. He was off to see Frank Skinner at the NEC...

... WHAT WOULD I DO!?

... Well, after that crushing blow, a rather strange series of events happened...

Mother wanted me to have a look on the internet for a new oven, since ours packed up the week before. (Which I suppose I should have mentioned in my previous blog, sorry readers.) Whilst doing that I had a look at the Argos website just to see, purely out of interest, how much a certain game cost. (I'm sure you know by now which one I was looking at!)

After browsing various electrical retailers websites I couldn't find a good brand of double oven cheap enough so I suggested that we go to Comet to have a look what they have in stock...

... Comet in Shirley...

... Thats right by Argos...

... Oh my god...

... It all sort of happened in a bit of a blur. I always thought I had such good will power. I knew in my head that it would be far better to wait and get Assasins Creed for Christmas. I knew that it would be foolish to get it now... But my hand just sort of started moving of it's own accord and before I realised I had reserved a copy of it to be collected at shirley...

... Oh the shame. I had turned to the dark side... The force is not strong with this one, dear readers... I was... I was... IMPULSE BUYING!!!!

... Oh the shame, the shame...

... Anyway. We set off and I dropped mum at Comet, then whipped round the corner to Argos to collect my gaming fix for the next few months. I then went back to Comet to get mum... She had purchased a Zanussi oven and it was going to be delivered on Saturday. We left and I raced home to play a bit of Assassins Creed...

You know what readers, I'm just going to refer to it as: "A/C" from now on... It saves wear and tear on the keyboard...

So, on to Wednesday. I went to work and was put on 2 cover lessons! This meant that I had no spare time to do anything for the art department and spent the day trying to teach science and history...

I was quite knackered when it was time to leave at 4:30pm....

In the evening I... Well. Don't get me started about Wednesday evening...

... I mean to come back from 2-0 down and then let Croatia score a third is just unacceptable! (Ooh, get me talking about football!) I know I'm not the worlds greatest fan of the game... But when it comes to England... National Pride... I'm all for giving the rest of the world a proverbial middle finger. And if that proverbial middle finger comes via the world of football then it has my blessing... Provided, of course your team isn't comprised of TURF-KICKING NUMTIES!!!!

Seriously... (here we go, I'm on a rant now...) I want the Managers job... I'd get the lazy bunch of troglodytes working for their bloody pay-check! I'd wipe the slate clean first. Get rid of unnecessary players. Then go and scout a few clubs for some real talent! Offer them a place on the squad but say, "Your paycheck will depend on your performance. You don't come up with the goods, your money will be your clubs standard rate. Do well and your paycheck will start with a bigger number than usual" And if they didn't like it, and I ended up with absolutely no-one willing to play under those conditions, then I will have proved a point: That players play for the money, and not for the love of the game...

... Which I believe is the case right now, and is the reason England will never win the world cup for a second time.

... Ah, rant over.

Right. Thursday. Thursday at work was a good one. It went quick and, although I was on cover again, felt like I had accomplished something. 4:30pm came round faster than a carousel with a nitrous kit and I was out the door. (Did you like that similie? I thought it was quite good! "Carousel with a nitrous kit" Not bad concidering I plucked it out of the air... I will remember that one.)

Ah. Friday... Friday was excellent! Work was good and we were out for 3:30pm. But that wasn't the reason why it was excellent... No, no, no... It was excellent because I was going to see Bill Bailey at the NIA!!!! Oh, yeah! I saw him at the Hippodrome in Birmingham about 5 years a go, when he was doing the "Part Troll" tour. His latest tour is the "Tinselworm" tour... But what is a Tinselworm I hear you ask?

"Is it a worm? Or a metaphor? Is it in fact a hybrid worm, so favoured by celebrities? Or is it more sinister, a GM worm, a freak of nature? Too cheap for silk, too proud for earth... The Tinselworm is a mid-level worm that dares to dream."

Anyway. Kieron drove myself, Selena, and John. We met up with Adam and co' in the NIA itself. Before Bill appeared we were instructed to:

"Turn off any electrical equipment, including mobile phones, pacemakers, powerful electromagnets, and electrostatic nuclear devices, as these items may intefere with the venues navigational systems"

Then another announcement:

"Please remember to remain optimistic at all times, as hope is the key to human survival"

This is exactly the type of lunacy involved with Bill Bailey...

During the show I attempted some photos but the focal range on my mobile is a tad limited. The only one decnt enough to show you is below... And even that one is a bit ropey!

I appologise for the slight blur. You can see Bill centre stage... Or on the huge screen in the upper left!

Anyway he did a fantastic show, covering everything from doorbells, to song lyrics, to emo's! Afterwards I bought a recording of the Birmingham performance to listen to (Though that wont stop me buying the DVD when it's out! We dropped John home, then myself. I played a bit of A/C before going to bed.

Ah Saturday... Saturday started out as a good day. I got up, played A/C for a bit, nan and grandad and Selena came round, we had wine, I played a bit of the Bill Bailey gig, it was all jolly. The new oven arrived as well! it looked nice and was installed within minutes. Then selena said "Why don't you come round and have a look at Mario Galaxy?" (which she had bought the day before) I agreed so she set off, and I followed about 5 minutes later. So there I was, driving along, minding my own business, when

BANG!

there was what sounded like an explosion going off under water, my car pitched itsef violently to the left, bounced off the kerb and would have ended up swerving across the road, had I not fought the steering wheel, and just about won, to keep it pointing just about straight...

... I could feel that the car was sort of leaning over slightly, and limped it round the corner to Selenas flat where I descovered the cause of this impromtu surprise...

... I had suffered a complete blow-out at 40mph!

if you have never experienced one, let me give you a piece of advise: Never EVER think "Ooh, that sounds exciting, I'd like to experience that!" because you don't! I thought I had driven over a land-mine! Fortunately there wasn't any cars around me. If there had been, it could have resulted in a bit of a mess. My nearside front tyre was totally flat, and I'm not sure if I have buggered up the alloy. I put the spare on and went in to Selenas. To top it off, Mario galaxy is a bit naff. It received absolutely fantastic reviews but I had a go and found it basic, repetetive, and unresponsice in terms of the control system. The story is exactly the same as Mario 64: 140 stars have been nicked by Bowser so Mario must travel to different worlds to get them back. Oh, and some worlds are only available after you have so many stars... See? It's mario 64 all over again! I mean Mario sunshine was a bit original with the whole water-pistol thing, but they really are the laziest game designers in history. Anyway, after that I dropped a DVD off at fathers house and went round to Adams. We all watched Hostel 2... Which was a bit lame. I mean it had it's good bits, but essentially it was a gore-fest with a few boobs on display to keep people interested.

I left at about 1:00am. Came home, and went to bed.

And thats about it readers...

Thankyou for your time, and I will blog again next week

TTFN

"Hello... No, I'm not a waiter!"

Hello readers and welcome to this weeks thrilling update. And what an update it will be! I have some lovely photo's for you, and even a video or two! So prepare for a feast of juicy blogging...

I will begin, as always, with Monday... Which dragged on a bit at work, but it wasn't too bad. In the evening everyone decided to stay in. Myself, John, and Adam ended up on our Xboxes playing Halo.

Tuesday at work went quite quickly and I was out the door for 4:30pm. I spent a few hours browsing the inter-web when I came across the following picture. It is such a simple thing, but it had me laughing like an idiot. (so much so that it is now my PC desktop wallpaper...

Ha ha! You can just imagine the one on the left thinking: "Oh for gods sake"

Ah well, it made me laugh... In the evening Jo was supposed to join us but she was feeling tired and decided to stay in. We ended up... um... Actually I can't remember... I will have to think.

What I do know is that it was my sisters birthday. She had gone out with friends for a drink that evening but would be available the following day to accept presents from family members!
Wednesday, work went fairly quick, though I rather stupidly missed a staff briefing! No matter though, I was told that the information could be Emailed to me at my Woodrush staff email account...

... Wait! What? I have a Woodrush staff Email account!?

I logged on for the first time since it was created in September... I had quite an inbox and some rather important stuff which I needed to respond to! I will have to rememeber to keep on top of that in the future. In the evening me, Selena and Dad went for a meal at the... um.. pub... the one I can never remember the name of... I always get it mixed up with The Peacock and The Bluebell... I think it's over towards Bromsgrove....

... The Fleur de Lis! Thats the one! We went to The Fleur de Lis for a meal... I had fish and chips (not fish 'n' chips... Fish AND Chips... There's a difference!) which was nice and cheesecake for dessert... Which was even nicer! Afterwards we left and got back home, since a big meal will undoubtedly make me want to sleep...

Thursday... Thursday was an interesting day at work... I was called in for my "Annual review" because every member of staff must, by order of the powers that be, have a review of progress every year without fail... Well I have been there 3 years and have never had one! So at 10:15am on the dot I was summoned in to an office. It was an informal affair and within 15 minutes I was back out and getting on with whatever needed to be got on. 4:30pm came round soon enough and I was out the door.

At the packhorse that evening me and Lank were the first to arrive. Jenny followed, and then everyone else a while later. We had a good evening, though I spent most of it talking to one of Dans' mates at the bar! Lank and myself left at a respectable 12:00midnight, and I got in and went to bed.

Friday! Friday was non-uniform day at school for Children in need and so the kiddies were hyper! (it's just the way it is when it's non-uniform) I had to cover a science lesson which should have been revision, but it soon decayed in to madness and I was forced to shout... Something which doesn't happen very often, but is always an option if needs be. Anyway at 3:30pm I left and was gearing up for the weekend. It had been arranged that me, Adam, Jenny, and Marcus, along with some of Adams work collegues, would go for a bit of a night out in Solihull. Jenny kindly picked me up on the way to Marcus and Adams at about 6:00pm. When we got there, Adam was playing Assassins Creed... It's a really good game and I think I will add it to my christmas list! At about 8:00pm we started the walk in to Solihull town centre. It isn't far, but it was cold! I was being manly and went out without a jacket...

... Sorry, did I say "manly"? I meant "Stupid"

Actually, my years of throwing myself down mountains during blizzards meant that I felt it a lot less than the others. We started off in Weatherspoons, but ended up walking up to... Where else? Reflex. (One of Marcus' favorite drinking establishments!... Not!) We met up with some of Adams friends and got the drinks in... During the course of the evening we aquired a set of novelty sunglasses... remember I said there would be pictures? Well here you go...

Adam... Or should I say "Insect-boy!!! Ever alert for the call to action!" (No, wait, thats Bananaman, isn't it?)

... And his companion, "Bug-girl" (with a ghostly, mysterious face in the background!)

... And here we see... Um... "Marcus-Man!" about to unleash "The finger of superhuman pointing!"

... Oh screw it, you get the idea!

Anyway, a little later on people were inexplicably attracted to the dancing pole... Mr. Turbitt got up, but...

... Refused to have a go (though I still have a video, which is on my blog somewhere, of Adam dancing around this very pole)

then Marcus wanted a go...

Pole dancing with a pint in his hand... Classy! Fortunately, a few minutes later...

... Jenny, who has hips and knows how to use them, decided to join in and teach marcus a thing or two about dancing.

We were in Reflex until about 2:45am... Which is when it closes! I dived in to a taxi and went home where I went straight to bed.

I awoke Saturday morning and waited for my sisters arrival, along with my nan and grandad (who had bought me a sausage roll which is still in the fridge... Hmm.)

After pottering about people left because it was time to get ready for the main event... It was ladies Night at the Chateau Impney! The theme this year was "Moustaches and Tiarras" so I cut mine in to what has been described as a "Wyatt Earp" style 'tash... After doing that Selena went home to get changed, and I got my tuxedo out. Selena was dropped back to my house by Kieron, but we had to go back because she had forgoten her necklace. After retrieving it we picked Donna up since she was my lady for the evening. (I mean that in a completely innocent way, of course.) Mum dropped us off at fathers house and we waited for the taxi. Whilst waiting we got a couple of photo's...

These have been poached from Donnas Facebook album...

Me and Donna. Doesn't she look lovely?

Dad, Selena, and me... You will notice that, since my dad had had a 'tash for the past 35 years, he didn't have to actually do anything for the evening.

The minibus taxi arrived 10 minutes early (there's a world first!) so he was waiting a good while before we were all ready. Us four, plus my dads neighbourse from both sides of his house, piled in to the minibus and we set off. It was about 20 minutes to the Chateau and when we arrived, we got stuck in to the routine of mingling, and doing introductions (So that Donna knew who people were.) At about 8:15pm we were sent through to the main dining hall and the evening got underway. The meal was 5 courses: Salmon and mayonaise starter, Mushroom and pea soup, Lamb and veggies with new potatoes for mains, Honey topped Bruille for dessert, and then coffee and chocolate. It was all rather suave... That is until everyone picked up the pea-shooters provided and started pelting each other! Oh yes, and then there was the entertainment. Last year it was a Tiller Girl act which was blogged one year ago! This time round, it was a hawaiian/surf dance routine... Words fail me... The guy closest to me is my father... Oh the shame, the shame! ha ha... just watch the video!

ha ha! It had everyone in stitches.

Afterwards the lights were dimmed and the disco started... Again, I have a few photos for you. Some are mine, some are Donnas...

Off donnas camera, I reckon this is the nicest photo of the evening!

One I took of the entertainment. Father is on the right...


Donna caught my dad trying to dance... What move do you call that, father?

One of Selena and Neils partner. They used to work together at Joffsons Forklifts, and Selena didn't know that they were going!


Proof that I at least attempted to dance!

And again, on the floor.

My real test was when Donna grabbed me for a rock n roll number... And my footwork was expected to be impecable since donna had taught it to me a while a go whilst I was fixing her PC. (though she did give me a quick refresher course at the table.)

I think I passed my test (just.)

After the wine, the music, and the helium (Oh yes, there was balloons galore!) it soon became time to do one last dance (New york New york, what else!?) to close the evening. At about 1:30am we got back in to the taxi and went home. I was the first to be dropped off along with Selena. I said goodnight and went in, to hang up my penguin suit, my waiters uniform, my bond costume for another year...

... But, I had an absolutely wonderful time. I mean, how could I not? I was dancing with the prettiest girl in the room!

TTFN readers.

I love rock 'n' roll...

Hello readers and welcome to my late entry of a blog. I would have done it yesterday but my time was eaten up with doing things...


... But more of that later... Right now I will start with last Monday... And what a Monday it was. Work went fairly quickly, I got a lot done, I got out slightly earlier than usual, and in the evening I played Halo with Adam until about 1:00am... Lovely!


Tuesday at work was the same-old-same-old. It too went fairly quickly because I was looking forward to the evening... I was off to see The Foo Fighters at the NEC with Kate and her sister!
I gott o kate's for about 6:00pm... Well. It was more like 6:20pm by the time I had got lost, driven around Dorridge, and randomly stumbled across her road! Her sister was already there, and after 15-or-so minutes we were off to the NEC! I drove, and got parked rather quickly. We didn't waste any time and we were in the arena before you could say "support act"...

... Which leads me on nicely to the support act! I had a treat in store for me. I had been hearing good things about Serj Tankian's (lead singer for System of a Down) solo album "Elect the Dead" but had never got round to downloading any of the stuff to listen to...

... 3 Guesses who the support band were? Yep! Serj and his band. The sound is pretty much identical to System's and the vocals and structure are familiar too, but it's all good. Fans of System of a Down should check it out if they haven't already! Kate and her sister, didn't really approve, but I enjoyed it. And then came the main show! Foo Fighters in the flesh. We got a bit closer to the stage and had a really good view... As the photo's will now prove!

Serj Tankian (knelt down with the white top hat!)

Mr. Dave Grohl... Not looking at the camera!

Mr. Dave Grohl... Not looking at the camera, but facing the right way!

And a random one of Dave G. that looks a bit arty... Well I think so, anyway!

After a 2 hour set they encored with some stuff off their first album and then the lights came on... It was done. I had seen the Foo Fighters live, and up close, too! Now all I had to do was drive out of the carpark and get home...

After an hour we left the NEC carpark (they need more stewards directing traffic... Why did you give it up, John, why? Think of the tempers that you could save!) and I got us back to Kate's. I had a cup of tea before leaving, with the promise that I would phone Kate in the week to arrange a drink somewhere... (Shit, I had better do that!) I got home and immediately went to bed...

On Wednesday worked seemed to drag a little bit but I got what needed to be done, done. I came home at 4:30pm feeling like I had done a proper full days work... I was rather shattered! Father was out that night so I didn't go down to his house. Instead I played a bit of Halo and watched repeats of TopGear and QI on UKTV gold... Most enjoyable!

Thursday, and work was good. In the evening it was business as usual at the Packhorse. Lank picked me up for about 8:00ish and a good evening was had by all. Lank dropped me back for about 12:15am and I again, went to bed.

Friday... Friday was a good day at work as well. I raced around, did all I could and left at about 3:30pm. Mother had gone to Scotland that morning, so when I got home, it was the start of a weekend to myself! In the evening though, I went to Sweet Chillies restaurant with Selena, Kieron, and some of their friends for my sisters birthday (which is actually tomorrow) I drove Kieron and selena, and Steve and his girlfriend there and back, and therefore couldn't drink...

... Bugger.

Afterwards I ended up back at Selenas for a bit before coming home and going to bed, completely, and utterly, sober!

I awoke Saturday and just lazed about the house. I didn't do much, and didn't go anywhere particularly exciting... Selena turned up after having her hair cut, and we started talking about next saturday, which is ladies evening at the Chateau Impney. The theme this year is "Moustaches and Tiarras." Now I have a 'tash and beard so I could, if I so desired do nothing... But there's no fun in that! So I had a bit of an experiment... I wanted to really emphasise the 'tash, and so, with some eyeliner-pen to mark out the shape, I re-cut my 'tash!... want to see it?

... Well tough! you're going to see it anyway!

Ha ha! Yep! I shaved out the middle bit of my beard (though kept it at a #1) and left the sides. I thought I might kep it for later on that evening, but decided to just cut it back to a #1 as well, so that it all matched again... You see i noticed that it was how Lemmy from Motorhead has his 'tash and that was appropriate...

... Because I was going back to the NEC with Father and Mr. Mike Parlett to See: Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Motorhead, and Alice Cooper!!! Now I have seen Motorhead before at the Carling Academy in Birmingham. But I have always wanted to see Alice Cooper live... We got to the NEC for 7:00pm-ish and got free parking all thanks to a little trick that Mr. Parlett knows because his brother works at the NEC as a steward.

I wont bother trying to explain in words what it was like. Well, OK, maybe one word: "LOUD"
Now I was further away than I was from the Foo Fighters, and so photographs were tricky to do in the low light... So you will have to do with my poor quality video's dear reader...





Well, at least this explains the title of the blog! Joan Jett's one and only recogniseable hit!

Ace of Spades by Motorhead.

Poison by Mr. Alice Cooper...

And Schools Out! The show topper!

Ah, what a night! After the show we beat most of the crowds and got out for a reasonable 11:15pm!. I got home for around 12:00midnight and had some supper before going to bed.

Ah. Sunday. I really should have blogged for you reader, but I was busy... At the Legion! where I was working from 2:00pm until 7:00pm, just to help them out for poppy day. After a long (but enjoyable) haul at the Legion, I went home to get changed, and got down to nans as usual. Me and Selena left early though since we had to go and pick mum up from the airport as she was flying back in from Glasgow. We left at 9:45pm and I shot down the M42. We parked up and were stood inside arrivals for 10:15pm where mother appeared about 10 minutes later. I shot back home, Selena left from my house and everything was hunky-dory...

... So that is that, and it is where I will leave you, dear reader...

TTFN

Call that a rocket?

Hello readers and welcome once again to my little blog.

I will crack on with it since dinner is nearly ready.

Ok, Monday and I was back at work following my half term break. I had to walk to work since my car had failed it's MOT and had also run out of tax. No matter though, I just put my earphones in to my phone, whacked on some music and put one foot in front of the other... It only took me about 15 minutes to walk to Woodrush, but I can remember walking home from school as a child and it seemed to take forever! Obviously having longer legs helps quite drastically. Monday seemed to go quite quickly, though, and before I knew it I was walking back out of the gates at 4:00pm.

I got home and lounged about for a bit. In the evening I played Halo with Mr. Turbitt until about 1:ooam. We had some good matches and both gained some significant wins.

Ah, Tuesday. I had to be up early because my car was going in for it's MOT re-test. I dropped it off at All Electric Garages down in Kings Heath and mother dropped me back at Woodrush for about 8:00am. I did my usual hard days work and at 4:00pm I left to meet Grandad, as arranged on the youth centre car park for a lift down to the garage to get my car. The bloke gave me my keys and certificate and I drove out, with the intention of taxing it at Morgams (sorry, I mean "Mills") Newsagents right away...

... But this is ME we're talking about, and things never happen the way they should...

At some point I must have passed a mobile police van who picked up on the fact that my car had no tax... Not that I was driving illegally since, as I'm sure you all know, you are allowed to drive an untaxed car to and from an MOT test centre provided you have insurance for the vehicle. Well as I went passed cocksmoor Woods, 2 police cars were waiting for me. One got behind me, the other shot passed and got in front to box me in. They then led me back to cocksmoors carpark to question me about my tax. I explained about my MOT and showed them my brand-spanking new certificate. One weedy-litte-pointy-hat-wearing-lanky-streak-off-piss-jobsworth of a policeman (I use the phrase "man" lightly) started checking my vehicle and kicking the tires to see if he could find anything wrong with it, because he was obviously annoyed that he, or any of his collegues, couldn't arrest me. I waved the MOT certificate at him and explained that, since I was coming from an MOTcentre, that there is going to be nothing wrong with the car... The bulky-fat-red-miserable-bulldog-tubby-Hitler-seargent then did a licence check to see if I owned the vehicle, mumbled at his collegues and let me go after about 20 minutes... Just enough time that the post office was shut by the time I got to Wythall... Bloody marvellous!

I stayed in that evening too, playing Halo with Adam and messing about on Facebook...
Actually there is a story there... Randomly, Emma Lewis (Although she is now Emma Smith) sent me a message and a friend request. I havent seen Emma in years so it was good to catch up with her.

Wednesday was another walk to work, and the day seemed to drag on for some reason. I had to cover an English lesson and had a child puke half way through! thats twice that has happened to me, and it was in the same room as well! It must be a combination of my teaching, and that particular room that some kids can't stand!... I will be sure to use the full power of this phenomenon in the future!

At what seemed like it should be 8:00pm, but in reality was only 4:00pm, I left school and walked home. I grabbed all my car-related paperwork and went to the post office to finally tax my car...

... But this is ME we're talking about, and things never happen the way they should...

I had, in my stupidity, picked up my insurance certificate that was now out-of-date, since my insurance was up for renewal 2 weeks before. But Admiral hadn't sent me my new form. So the lady at the post office couldn't give me my tax... it was begining to look like I would never be able to drive again, what with all the problems I was having. I went home, phoned Admiral, and asked to have a new insurance certificate.

In the evening I went down to fathers (mother dropped me off) and I spent the evening watching telly before being given a lift home by father.

Ah Thursday. Thursday was a good day. It seemed to fly by quite quickly and before i knew it, I was marching home. I arrived home to find that Admiral had got my new form to me! so that was that: I WAS GOING TO TAX MY CAR COME HELL OR HIGH WATER!!!

... But this is ME we're talking about, and things never happen the way they should...

Like a prat I picked up the renewal notice and dropped the certificate. Now apparently the post office wont issue a tax disc with just a renewal notice (I don't know why) and they were closing in 15 minutes... I shot home (I drove up... Technically illegal, but the police owed me one!) got home and luckily, my certificate was on the kitchen floor. I got back in my car, shot back to Mills and luckily, just luckily, got there a minute or two before 5:30pm!

I GOT MY CAR TAXED!!!

Phew! finally! I went home and was browsing the internet (specifically: http://www.firebox.com/) when I came across these little gems. I had received Firebox's catalogue in the post a couple of days earlier which had a £10 voucher inside it... I decided to order one and had it sent to my nans house (since it requires a signature on delivery, and I would have been at work when it arrived...) At 8:00pm I was picked up by lank to go to the Packhorse. I didn't have a lot of money though, so it was a particularly sober evening!
We made our move at about 11:30, after the laughter and merryment had passed... I got in, played a bit of Halo, and went to bed.

Ah, Friday... I DROVE to work (there's a novelty) and worked as hard as I could to make the day go quick...! It did, and 4:00pm was upon me as fast as... as fast as... a... very fast thing, that was in a hurry to get somewhere very fast!

I played a bit of Halo, but had to get ready to go out. You see it had been my cousins birthday and everyone was going for a curry in Henley to celebrate. Selena picked me up at 6:50pm, we went to get some cash, went to get father, and shot over to Henley. By the time we had found a place to park it was gone 7:30pm. We walked up to the restaurant to find everyone waiting for us!

It was a good meal. I had a Lamb Balti with a Special Naan. After we had stuffed ourselves we went back to Lydias house. Her housemates, who were at the restaurant with us, came back and we had a good laugh until about 12:00am when everyone decided to either leave or go to bed... Probably making excuses for the fact that the effects of the curry were starting to kick in!

Selena dropped me off first and I went to bed, knackered!

I awoke Saturday morning and played a little Halo. My nan and grandad arrived and they had my new toy with them! I had to nip out to get fireworks and batteries so I did... You see the plan was we were going to have a barbecue and fireworks party at Adam and Marcuses house. I was providing some of the fireworks but was contacted regarding the matter of charcoal...

... You see Marcus and Adam didn't have any and were out and about trying to locate some. I was enlisted to try and track some down. Luckily, however I had half a sack of the stuff in the shed. I got batteries for my new toy...

... No, stop it I'm talking about the helicopter (if you didn't know it was a helicopter, you obviously didn't click the link 7 paragraphs ago!)

Anyway. I got the fireworks (I got 2 packs of rockets and 2 "barrages" basically a box containing 100 tiny rockets, but only one fuse!)

At 5:30 I packed up the fireworks, the charcoal, a bit of grub for the barbecue, and my toy chopper (since I knew it would provide some entertainment) and set of for Sambourn Close...
I got there and set out my mild explosives along with Marcus and Adams. At 7:30 me and Jenny went to get Jo. By the time we came back, Mark, Katie, Matthew, Naomi, and Kate had arrived. We got the barbecue lit and Mark appointed himself head chef (good job, too, he can do a pretty good burger on the ol' barby! 10 out of 10 Mr Cox!)

We got the show up and running, although my rockets weren't exactly record breakers... They went up, fizzed, and let out a little puff of coloured stars... Not exactly the loudest, most brilliant on the planet. Marcus had some big buggers that were the type used for proper displays... They were BIG. After a couple of house stuffing our faces, and watching the fireworks, the party moved indoors. People had a go at piloting my helicopter (Naomi was rather good at it, and she wants one) before leaving at about 11:30pm. Me and Jo left at about 2:30am. I dropped her home and went home myself... I was in need of some sleep by that point!

And I awoke this morning to blog for you, dear readers...

... Now I'm off to perfect my piloting skills. Look out for piccies and maybe even videos of my skills next week!

TTFN