A Hooley. A "yay!". A gripe. And a bad taste picture.

Blowing a hooley that is, aaars we say back in Sarrfolk, boi. Big storm, heavy rain, a real blaster. That's what I've woken up to today. Generally entertaining, as long as they don't expect me to be out working in it.

Quite a good one yesterday. Been informed my forthcoming course in Whybother Training Centre has been cancelled; this is enormously good news. It clears the decks to go down to London that day, where an old friend of mine whom i've not seen for a few years is doing a presentation at the Army Museum at Chelsea; I wanted to go down so see the old boy again and support but once you're booked on a course in my firm, it's easier to get out of a money loan with the mafia then get taken off it again.

Overslept - I earn the right - did some funky joyful domestic stuff then phoned my mum to wish her a happy buffday... it's the time of year for it, that's two in two days. Cards and presents are in the hands of the post office I fear, but it's good to make the effort to just ring a person on their day. If an old slacker like me can manage that, there's no excuse for anyone else. Walked in the door from the fun factory to a ringing phone (ah it's nice to be in demand), it seems back home Kaz has had another crisis and I'm ear #01 for these things. Big Chinese scoff for tea (yum), off for a small beer at Swigs then back to base for Fear and Loathing on the DVD with more Chinese food. I'll be getting slitty eyed. Or slitty arsed from passing all that rice...

Moving on; slightly annoyed with the F board at the moment; having some difficulty removing my old blog. My blog was of what's called "gold" status until next August, all paid for... extra pages, extra room. Hovever my main account's reverted to ordinary status as of new year. Which, it would seems knacker me for accessing aforementioned expensive blog to retreive it and has caused minor grinding of teeth; I resent having to pay again to get two years of my life preserved as I actually have no intention of interacting with that board again in any way - hell, I won't even name it on here as I don't want to give it free publicity - and I really don't want to have to deal with the bloke that runs it in any way either, since I find him a creepy little b*tard who I've had more than enough of. I hate it when my morals and stubbornness play hardball together. Once I dig in my heels, I'm not known for my flexibility on issues. Can't get anything done.

Oh yeah. The picture. A tribute to the late American felon, spouse batterer and sometime singer James Brown. Made oi larf anyway.