Thoughts for the day

And Finaly

A second home win of the season. What a win it was too. I tough being a Saints supporter, it really is. Even when we are doing really well, we are never really doing all that well. All year our team has been threatening to to be good, it just needed a little bit extra. A new more confident manager, somebody with a bit of arrogance was needed and I think we now have that in Mark Woote. The return of Marek Saganowski has made a huge difference. Though I personally think the biggest improvement to the team is the utilisation of Jason Eulle. He is now partnering Sagga up front, and much like Emil for England, he may not score the goals but by god he holds the ball up well. He for me was fantastic, and is silencing those cruel critics. Good for him. I feel for Preston as it was only 3-1 but it came in the form of a proper spanking. AS for me, I feel better for it, that’s what football does for you.

Life and Cars

Well, the car business is starting to look up. I just wish it had happened a year ago, as i really could do with more money to invest. It’s taken a good while for us to find our feet and make the right connections. Which for the better part we have now done. So whilst I’m struggling along with this do I, look for another job to help me with the bills, or accept that it is a long hard slog but I now have the time to keep up with my writing, which I have been very lax on of late? It’s hard I have to say. But on the bright side I love my life, working with my brother is close on perfect, and I’m getting closer to my goals in film making. The silly thing is that i have the time to do the courses that I want to do, I now just don’t have the funds. 20:20 I think the term is.

Confidence

We run a pub quiz a our Local the City Arms on a Sunday night, and whilst we don’t get paid for it, it has brought Barrie, Simon and I closer together in a ‘team’ kind of way. We also draw in quite a large crowd too. The City is now the busiest pub on the Cowley Road on a Sunday night, and when the quiz finishes, off go our crowd, so we know that they are there for us. Somehow I think that we could capitalise on what we have to make money, I’m just not yet sure how. Any Ideas?

You said confidence?

So I did, I’m at a pretty good place in my head, and I think the last year or so, doin’ the mike in front of a difficult young ordinance has helped me out significantly. My nerves are now almost none-existent. And I like to think I’m pretty good at it. But I’m not the person to tell you really!

Right, I’m off!

Laters

Chalkstar

Lunatic

The term comes from the behavurel changes caused by the full moon.  A good friend of mine once told me that during a full moon they would put extra bouncers on the doors of his night club to handle the extra trouble that comes with a full moon.

My Point

This weekend gone was that of a full moon and these events went throughout: I’m not sure all that much happend on Friday night, certainly the events of the next two days have made me forget if anything did happen. Saturday morning we filmed the second and in my humble, worst of the the two short aplication video’s.  RHD was ina faul mood, which did not help [Was that the moon I wonder?], I got back in time to watch the rugby, which is a game that i ralrley get excited about, and this was no ecception. I seam to remember enjoying Engalnd beeting Australia, but that my have been the bouncy girl in the red top under the TV screen more then the ’sport’.  THis meant a drinking sesion from around 3pm - 3am.  During which we buped into my ex.  She was sat with some of my friends and some people I didn’t know.  Next to her was a man that looked a bit like a ‘Sailor’, so for now we shall call him Sailor Jerry.  I’ve not met the man, but he did not like me one jot.  You know when your getting daggers from somebody, proper death-rays.  It’s especialy not nice when they are a beef cake that you know in a frakar, would ultimatley damage you.  The ex was either obliviouse or didn’t care.  The other chap was a twat, he banged into me for or five times and he and the ex were very touchy feely in a very flirty way. Both the above made me very uncomfortable, and L sugested we leave.  Which I saw as a great idea.  So we did.

Sailor Jerry?

Well, this turns out to be a chap that over steped the line when I was seeing the ex, and he says I was giving him evels, a little dificult as I didn’t have a clue who he was.  I’m sure I would have said something at the time if I did. It is a bonus for me that he looks like a sailor though.  The other chap?  Well turns out when he found out I was the ex’s, ex he sugesting flirting to make me jelouse, so the ex went along.  Oh how a lougfed a cried when I found out.  Oh hold on, thats right i didn’t.  It just seams to me that might be one of the cruelest things anybody has ever done to me.  It’s not like I’ve treid to get her back, or give her a hard time?  It was a purley milciose act, and I’m deeply hurt by it.  Sadly it looks like sailor Jerry wants to deeply hurt me at some time too.  Best not to meet him on a full moon then…

Sunday

J&T kindley took Bella for a long walk on Sunday, she loves walking.  I don’t think there is anything she loves more - hold on - yes there is - playing ball.  Anyway, they decided to finish the walk off by getting across marsh park and having a quick bevy.  When my tiny little dog was attacked by an out of control Great Dane, the owners were nowhere to be seen and it was only the Galent Tom who saved the day by throwing himselfe at the dog and hanging on around the neck.  Other cercomstances and Bella would not be here, rather then having a really badley broused thigh.  I spent the rest of sunday afternoon in dogy casualty and looking after her. Sandy from the Marsh sent her a bone, which helped.  It also meant gettign the ex over to look after her whilst I went to the quiz, which after the night befor was a little dificult, but hopfully cleared the air.

Bad - Worse

I got to the city and there were 5-6 thick, load and rude BL types.  THey shoutend offence at me when I got in, and were generaly out of control.  I did my best to help the staff with the situation, and ended up getting the Landlord down.  Unfortunatly that left me as a target, and if it was not for my friend Colin and Bazza, I would have got thumped.  So my thanks goes out to them.  My nerves shot, I would like to think I’m fairly brave but I was shaken, and did not want a fight, certainly not over fuck all, so I downed some beer, then some more, then some more.  Unfortunatly I was not that good behinf the mike on sunday, I strugles to be coherent and was generally a bit down.  Furtunetly some nice people put a drawing up on the bar in front of me, depicting me a super fat, which the caption ‘I’m the quiz master and I cant string a fucking centance together. They tore their name off the sheet [that was brave] a stuck it up secretly.  I only found out as people were taking photo’s of it.  As it happens, I don’t care, I’d had a very bad few days and was not on form.  If it made them feel big about themselves then good.  I’m just pleased it was not a couple of years ago when I was in a bad place.  It would have knocked my confindence and I would have ended up in a very bad place.

People can be cruel 

I just wish it was not those that were/are meant to care about you. Laters,

Chalkster

Morning!

Well it’s one of those mornings where you just can’t sleep, well I can’t. I woke up at about 4.30 and tried my best to go back off to the world of z’s, but it just was not happening. So here I sit eating my crunchy nuts [that’s the cereal before you say anything], looking out over a properly snowed on view from my window. It actually looks rather pretty. Bella went out to do her business in it and was less then impressed. All washed down with a rather good cup of coffee from my new Gaggia Baby Espresso Machine, bought with my Amex points. I’m rather pleased with this for two reasons:

I love my coffee - a lot & I nearly spent the points on a bike for my ex-g [which would most likely have been stolen by now, after locking it up against some rather secure thin air of a grazing sheep or something just a fucking stupid].

A Post too far

Well I spent two and a half weeks as a Post Man, a job I would love to have kept up with if it was not for the level of incompetence within what is laughingly known as ‘Management’. Children it is a joke. Big fat Joke. I won’t name the worst culprits [Craig and Zaf your safe - long may it remain our secret]. Now known as C and Z, C was just a pointless week being who did not know his arse from his elbow and had the body and completion of a McDonalds addict, and Z was a failed Postman who got offered the job as manager because he was useless as a postman and taken off rounds in his second week. There was another ‘floor manager’ but I cant remember his name, hell he could not remember any English, so fairs fair!

Was it that bad?

The actual post bit was fine, if I had my own round, they paid me money for the work I did, and gave a shit about you, then I would have stayed. I met two sound ‘long termers’ , Roy, who is apparently a ‘Lifer’ and Paddy, who is stuck there at the moment. Both sound as a pound and super helpful. And I’d be well happy for them to do my round any day. No it was the ‘On job - no training’, nothing planned for, nothing worked out. Stand around until they pull their thumbs out their arses. I had enough after being sent to Abingdon one day and then to the sorting house the next. Nobody was expecting us and nobody new what to do with us - oh and when they worked it out, they decided to leave us alone with no help. No explanation of what to do. So after Z asked which day I wanted off: “Thursday or Friday please”, ‘Okay you can have tomorrow off [Wednesday]’, he pretty much made my mind up for me. Thursday I handed my notice in, 2 hours it took to get a response, and then they tried to hold me to a contract I’d not signed. Another half an hour went, so I turned my phone off and that’s the last I’ve heard from them since Thursday last week. Pathetic. and for £7.80 an hour? So next time you ahve trouble with your post there are two things you can be sure of: It’s not Roy or Paddy’s fault.

Toys.

If your in a generous mood I would like these please:

and and oh and…

So, that’s the Sony HRV - H1000e a cheap over the shoulder mini DV HD camcorder - £1,200, the new all singing Mac Pro Dual Quad Processor £1,700+ [needs Final Cut & Adobe creative Suit as well], some basic lighting £120+, and an LED Chroma Ring kit £250 +. I could then bang out corporate video’s and do an amasing video blog. Not to mention some funky videos. Come on people; please?

Loosing a Pet

Quick mention for Simon, who’s Bunny past on at the weekend. It’s the worst bit of pet ownership, I look at beautiful Bella and cant even imagine, enjoy the happiness they bring when they are with you. Pets do make life a lot better.

Laters,

Chalkster