Picasso, Butterfles, and Derek acorah...

Hello readers. Welcome to this weeks update. Now my last entry was a rushed affair so I will make it up to you by making this one a bit less hectic, and a little more informed.



Now I actually posted last Tuesday but only blogged up until the previous Sunday, so I am going to have to "overlap" my blogging slightly...



Ok, Monday, the day before my last post, I went to Solihull with Kate (from college) who I haven't seen in a while. It was a good evening because we always have each other in stitches laughing. We met at about 7:30pm in the Coach House and then went to get something to eat in Weatherspoons. During the course of the evening I tried phoning Corrine (also from college) who I haven't seen in about a year! Unfortunately there was no answer and I have yet to make contact! Still, I can keep trying. It would be good to catch up with her.



Right... Tuesday the 1st of May was a bit of a hectic day at work. I didn't seem to sit down all day. I was used for cover because we had a huge number of staff out of school... 12 all together I think, which is really quite bad. I don't remember our teachers being off shcool as much as some of them are today... Maybe the education industry has gone soft...



On Tuesday evening Me, Adam, and John decided to go for a drink in that pub we went to once... Oh heck I can't remember it's name... Ok, I will desribe it's location to you, sorry about this readers: If you go past Widney Manor station, at the junction turn right towards Dorridge/Knowle... Keep going and you come to a small roundabout. Go over that and keep going past the... Hang on, I've just remembered! it's the Drum and Monkey... Thank god for that! Right where was I? Oh yes, well we went to the Drumand Monkey but Marcus called us saying that he and the girls were meeting in the Packhorse... So we decided to join them! We shot back to Wythall and was enjoying the comfort of the packhorse for 9:00pm.

Ok, on to Wednesday and I had a rather more befitting challenge given to me at work... on that required my spesific talents... No, not that... And not that either! It was infact art-based (something of a rarity of late!) The year 9's had to draw a picture of Picasso's "Weeping Woman" but the print outs were difficult to see and rather small. Solution: Get me to draw the entire picture to within a 99.9% accuracy for the lesson using only my own knowledge of the picture and a small, badly inked printout as reference, and to get it done within one hour... Surely, no one could do that!







... But then, I'm not just anyone...

Ta-daaah! I now hate this picture and if I ever have to draw it again I would sooner chop my hands off than have to painstakingly copy almost every single line. Still, I'm quite proud of it, even though it isn't 100% accurate (there are a few minor differences with the lower hand, and the shape of the tissue differs ever-so-slightly due to having to fit it on to A4 paper which is a different aspect ratio to the original image.)

Anyway, after thatI got on with the regular stuff, and was glad when 4:30pm came so I could go home. In the evening I went down to fathers as usual to watch a bit of telly.

Ah, Thursday... A nice easy day... NOT! I should like thursdays as I get lots of "technician time" where my duties involve "sorting stuff out" and "talking about that stuff to other people" which is nice. But I was on for a full days cover... I had to pretend I was head of technology at one point! To make matters worse, the day seemed to drag on and on... Hometime felt like it was never going to arrive and that we would sooner be abducted by aliens than be let out of work...

The packhorse was a good laugh that evening. We were joined by a newbie to the group, Zoe, a friend of Nicolas came a long. Nice girl, quite friendly, but a bit difficult to talk to... Lank spent most of the evening talking to her breasts, but to be fair, if they are their, then it's only polite to acknowledge them... Kate and Nicola randomely invited me to Kinver for the day that evening so I am going tomorrow... I will blog that next week for you.

Friday came around and everyone was excited because we were going to see Spiderman 3 that evening. I got out of work at 3:30pm and went home to get ready. We had tickets for the 9:30pm showing in Solihull. Me and John were supposed to meet Adam in the Barley Mow, as he was in there with some work mates on a leaving do for one of the girls...

... Ok, prepare yourself for a story...

Me and john got in to Solihull for 8:30pm... We walked round to the pub but were accosted by 2 bouncers who stopped John from going in because he was wearing trainers... Now this is a PUB don't forget and we were rather surprised at this skin-headed freak's attitude. Apparently the pub enforces a dress-cose after 8:00pm to stop rabble from going in. A nice idea, but this dress-code wasn't displayed anywhere from outside. John was fuming so as a joke I said "why not take your shoes off... If thats whats causing the problem." Now when I said it there was no way I expected him to actually do it... But fair play, he took is shoes off, marched up to the skin-headed freak on the door and started arguing his cause... And was let in! I couldn't believe it! the bouncer was obvioulsy at a loose end... I bet this had never happened before, and in all fairness John's argument was valid... the dress cose (which was printed on A4 paper and displayed INSIDE the door!) said no trainers are to be WORN after 8:00pm... That was the only item of clothing that they had stopped John for, and now he wasn't wearing them... He was only CARRYING them! ha ha! I love it when people win battles against overwhelming odds. So we got in and met Adam and his Transconian* friends.

(*Transconian. noun. Someone who dwells, or works within the company of Transco, and/or it's derivative sub-companies)

Whilst there, Adam mentioned that one of the girls was looking to have some sort of tribal tattoo done on her lower back and that she was looking for a unique design.....

... " Mate? you got a pen and a scrap of paper? I've just got to jot something down for this young lady..... Cheers mate" *scribble, scribble, scribble*

So I started drawing... I ended up with a Yin Yang symbol, with tribal-esque "blades" coming off it that ended in whispy points, and Rune-like markings along it. it only took me 2 minutes and I expected that she would just dismiss it as it wasn't drawn very well and just an on the spot type of thing... To my amazement, she and her friends had a long discussion of how it would be placed, how much they reckoned it would cost, and how unique it was! I felt rather pleased with myself... Although I'm not sure if she will actually have it done.

At 9:20pm we left to go across to the cinema. It was packed out.. We ended up sitting about 4 rows from the front, craning out heads up at the screen. Not the most comfortable position in the world, but at least the film was good...

... I say "good" and not "great" because to be honest I think I prefer the second one. This one was all a bit "messy" in parts with too much trying to be squeezed in. Lets hope number 4 sticks to its guns and focuses the action in a much more artistic way! Anyway we got out for about 12:30 and I was ready for bed. I dropped John home and shot back because I could feel my eyes getting heavy.

Saturday Morning I got up and took mother shopping. I ended up getting myself some more trousers for work (since mine are now getting a bit tatty) and some t-shirts. We then went over to Selenas for lunchtime as did my nan and grandad. We stayed until about 4:30pm, and I went over to Solihull to meet Adam, Jenny, and Marcus. They had been to the Butterfly Museum and were looking for something else to do. We ended up going for a curry in Knowle. I will admit that the service there wasn't as good as usual. We waited quite a while to be served and the restaurant wasn't as busy as I've seen it in the past... After our meal we decided that we would show our disapproval by not leaving a tip! (the harshest thing a brit' can do!) and going back to Marcuses for a bit to watch some telly. Most Haunted was on, but it is so obviously faked...

... That we left. I was very tired anyway. I came home and went to bed. This morning Adam rang me to tell me he has a wireless router he wants me to have a look at. He is bringing it round in a bit so I will sign off, readers...

TTFN...

Does Derek win the £20?