My ego satisfactorily stroked, I now delay the inevitable death of this blog to appease my puny worshippers! But do not get lax in your offerings, for I am a wrathful, vengeful god, and demand ritual sacrifice!!!

Back to more mundane happenings: Yesterday on t’ telly I saw a news report (I think it was on Newsnight) about Iraq “War” veterans protesting about the goings-on, supported by some old Vietnam “War” veterans. And I’d like to pledge my full support to these guys for coming out and saying what they did at the cost of being ostracised by the very hierarchical community (the Army, dumbos) that they are part of. It reminded me of, and I will share with you, the time when, as a young child, I used to hate eating any veggies (still do), so I’d take my plate and go sit in front of the telly. I would then proceed to surreptitiously, morsel by morsel, shove the offending veggies down the side of the sofa (Oh come on! We’ve all done it). Of course said veggies would dry up and shrivel, becoming practically so much invisible dust. Eureka, I’ve stumbled onto something here, I thought. However, this process could not go on indefinitely, as the pile of assorted veggies (and occasional inedible meat) started growing considerably faster than the arms stockpile of a Cold War nation (especially considering how much veggie was forced upon poor ole me). Matters soon came to a head. The sofa was identified as the epicentre of the wafting odours. Punishment was swift and long-remembered. And I started resorting to chucking veggies out of windows while strolling around with my dinner plate. Of course, the curry-soaked near-misses resulted in some wondrous patterns on the white outside walls.
Anyhow, the morale of this story is that you can get away with murder, but not all the time, and now it’s time for the soldiers to come out and tell the truth about their “defence of America’s Freedom” (why the capital F??).

Have been too busy partaying to keep up this blog. It has become a huge drag on my resources; a millstone around my neck. I feel I am no longer able to satisfy my demanding public, hence I wish to tender my resignation from this public office of great honour conferred upon me by you, my people. I have no desire to continue this blog seeing as I cannot give you my utmost attention and love. I’m sorry, but this blog will be no more. Adios, my friends, and it was good while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end.

Nah, that was just a cry for attention! Where’s all the comments? Nobody seems to even notice/mourn my absence!

There’s something funny going on today, I see lots of people dressed as elves in green clothing drinking some black, apparently intoxicating, stuff from pint glasses. Anyhow, we should be swinging down to Tracy’s Willy’s place for some drinks, because it’s Friday night, nothing special.

Job hunt’s not going well; at the job centre yesterday, the “helpful” suspicious interrogator looked hard at his keyboard and found me a “job”. I shall describe it to you forthwith:

Business Support Manager
Minimum of 5 years administration experience in public sector. Proven experience of leading and managing a team. Must be Educated (yes, with a capital E) to graduate standard.
£33,110 p.a.

Much as I like the numbers, I told him no inconsequential number of times in no uncertain terms that I was fresh and wet-behind-the-ears out of business school. So he says, “yes yes, apply to that one!” Bloody quota-filling, chair-warming, paper-pushing public sector employees. He wouldn’t last long enough to refill his coffeee or clip on his hands-free headset (what the fuck’s that about, Mr. “Donald Trump”) in private enterprise.

Just finished reading John Steinbeck’s ‘Of mice and men’ as part of my “Naz learns the classics” drive. I just now managed to find a copy of the Beeb’s “Big read” list of April 2003 and intend to read as many as possible, apart from other good ‘uns not mentioned (and avoiding the thick ones (hello Tolstoy!) as long as possible). ‘Of mice and men’ comes in at a respectable No. 52. Even better, it comes in at a very respectable 100 or so pages!!! A really good read, reminded me a bit of Catch 22 in the use of American dialogue, very simple story that somehow engrosses you. Must read.

Guess who cost me that?? Phone calls to China, that’s what. Yes, February’s phone bill’s just come in. I choose to blame everyone but me. But that’s not it. Texting cost me £22 (I’m not calling them “squideroonies” anymore, because that’s a cute name, and I’m fuming!). And to top it, I was charged 17.5% ABOVE all this, which was a further £30! I wish I could name this super-cheat company, but I’m afraid of legal repercussions, so let’s just call them company, uh, say,.. Voxaphone or something equally random.

It was Happy Women’s Day yesterday, although none of the men even batted an eyelid at it. We managed to do the shopping for Miss X’s House Warming PARTAAAY on SATURDAAAY!!! Also remembered that The Russian Speaker’s Society held a get together at a pub next to The Footage which I had planned to pop into after yesterday’s football. But forgot to. I haven’t met any of the folk so far, even though they send emails all the time!

Yep, that’s what it feels like to be in my shoes! That’s the feeling of being top cat, alpha male. Leader of the pack. Leather seats, mahogany desk. Havana cigars, 18-year-old scotch.

Gareth swung round to pick me up yesterday in time for the Champions League fixtures. We dropped in at Jessy’s to pick her up, but she was cooking something (always eating, that woman) so we went on ahead. Liverpool was on the big screen at The Footage. an eventful but goal-less first half later we were joined by Jessy, then Adam, then Miss X respectively. The pints were a-flowing, the peoples were a-talking and all was well with the world. Liverpool lost, and are out of the Champions League, Arsenal managed to hold Real Madrid and are through. Then headed home to feast on the fine chili con carne I had prepared earlier (in case we decided to go to Lara’s party). Went to sleep trying to watch ‘Mulholland Drive’ (I’ve only seen the lesbian bits) with a full belly and a sigh of contentment.

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