Archive for April, 2009
Missed Shows, Drinks with Friends & Bullying Dogs :-)
by Matt on Apr.29, 2009, under More Blogs
Welcome to my blog for yet another week, I do hope that life is treating you well.
Last Thursday was quite an up & down day. Firstly I had to go to the Job Centre as I had complained about one of the idiots who worked there. The manager of the centre is, rather surprisingly a really nice guy who takes the customer experience there seriously. Its really refreshing to meet someone at that place who actually cares about the way the place is & way people who go there are treated. So it was nice to actually feel like the feedback I had given (that the officer was a useless, rude, uncouth twat) was actually being taken seriously.
Then I had to go to Westfield. I have this issue with my Blackberry when I sync recurring tasks (if anyone out there knows about Blackberry’s & synchronisation please, I beg thee, contact me) & my friend had kindly arranged for me to go & see the Geek Squad. The guys were excellent & tried loads of different things to get it resolved, unfortunately they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it. But they were so helpful, & friendly so I enjoyed being there.
I then had to meet three friends as I had managed to get tickets to se the Jonathan Ross Show. I was so excited as Helen Mirren was on it & I am a massive Helen Mirren fan, I think she is astoundingly fabulously fantastic. A legend in my sad little existence. So we were all due to meet at 5.30, two of my friends were there on time, in fact early. So one of them went & saved a place in the queue for us. My other friend & I then went to wait for the final friend. Who was late! Then we went to the queue & she didn’t want to push in the queue to where my friend had saved our place (she works in HR so its all group hugs, namby pamby Lovey stuff). As we were about to get in this guy, who worked for the BBC, though work would be a stretch of the word really, came up & told us, & all behind that they gave out more tickets than there are seats so we wouldn’t get in. I was distraught, inconsolable. But what annoyed me is that this had happened a couple of years ago to a friend who went to see a different show & those who didn’t get in were given priority tickets for the next week. Given that we had travelled quite a way between us I do think that the BBC should have done something along those lines.
But we ended up in a bar & all had a good chat so all was not lost at all. Was quite nice to sit & relax for a while as I don’t seem to get much time to do so. People think being out of work is easy but its actually really hard. I work harder looking for a job than I did working when had a job. Its far more stressful too, not to mention depressing.
Friday the weather was glorious, really nice & hot. Also P was off work so we went for a really nice 
walk. We walked up the canal to Victoria park, I often do this walk as its really nice, Milo loves it too. The canal is great, so much like the country, apart from the bloody bikes every two minutes. We also went to the fish & chip shop & got a portion. As we sat & ate (I fish & chips & P had special friends rice that he had made, he makes the best special fried rice ever) Milo decided that he was entitled to our lunch as well. Mind you he had a tough day, poor little 
harmless boy that he is. His little friends, Sid & Stan had picked on him that morning. That’s in between them scrounging round the bins, I really have never known two dogs who are so naughty ( 
). As you can see from the picture they seem to be under the impression that bins are take away, not a place to put garbage & all kinds of crap. Sid is the worse of course as Stan divides his time between bin diving & picking on the angel that is known as Milo.
walk. We walked up the canal to Victoria park, I often do this walk as its really nice, Milo loves it too. The canal is great, so much like the country, apart from the bloody bikes every two minutes. We also went to the fish & chip shop & got a portion. As we sat & ate (I fish & chips & P had special friends rice that he had made, he makes the best special fried rice ever) Milo decided that he was entitled to our lunch as well. Mind you he had a tough day, poor little harmless boy that he is. His little friends, Sid & Stan had picked on him that morning. That’s in between them scrounging round the bins, I really have never known two dogs who are so naughty ( ). As you can see from the picture they seem to be under the impression that bins are take away, not a place to put garbage & all kinds of crap. Sid is the worse of course as Stan divides his time between bin diving & picking on the angel that is known as Milo.Sunday was fun. Again the weather was good, rather surprisingly not just as this is London, but also as it was marathon day. We are quite fortunate as the marathon goes up the Highway & we live in the Highway so can see it really easily, just by walking two minutes. So P, Milo & I went & watch that for a few minutes, then went to the park opposite. We really don’t get enough time together as P works such long hours. So its really nice when get the opportunity to do so. Milo got all excited though & over heated rather a bit so we had to sit him down & make him drink water to cool himself down a bit.
We then went to meet friends in West India Quay, we went to Via Fossa but of course sat outside, as the weather was so good but also as Milo isn’t allowed inside the bar, bloody disgusting if you ask 
me. It was nice as I had known one of the guys, they are a couple, for years, but never met his partner, P knew his partner (though only recently) but didn’t know my friend. So we all came together to meet, which was very enjoyable. We all went to the movies afterwards, watched In The Loop, I had seen it & think it is a great movie, very funny. But P didn’t like it, think its because it wasn’t in Cantonese But all in all was a really nice day, & in fact was a great weekend, made me realise that P & I really don’t get enough time together.
me. It was nice as I had known one of the guys, they are a couple, for years, but never met his partner, P knew his partner (though only recently) but didn’t know my friend. So we all came together to meet, which was very enjoyable. We all went to the movies afterwards, watched In The Loop, I had seen it & think it is a great movie, very funny. But P didn’t like it, think its because it wasn’t in Cantonese But all in all was a really nice day, & in fact was a great weekend, made me realise that P & I really don’t get enough time together.On Monday I had an interview, at T Mobile. Their offices are in Hatfield, which I thought was going to take ages, but was really about same amount of time that takes to get across London. I did however make the mistake of thinking I would get to know the area by walking to the offices from the train station. I hadn’t bargained on the rain, fortunately I had an umbrella with me. But it was not a pleasant walk. I usually get really nervous when go to interviews, & the result is I fuck the interview up, but for some reason this time I wasn’t too nervous. No idea why, but am rather pleased that I wasn’t. So am hoping that I actually did better than I usually do, don’t think I waffled as much, which is remarkable given I waffle at the best of times so to not do so when nervous is astounding. But I do hope I get the second interview as really like the sound of the job. Fingers crossed please.
Have been going to the torture chamber as usual this week, am still loathing it. I absolutely dread 
going there, but weirdly (which I know I am) I am okay once get there, its the getting there that is the problem for me. It is beginning to work though as a couple of people have commented I look healthier & less fat, I wouldn’t go as far as to say slim as that would clearly be a lie. I do find that some days are easier than others, I think that I am the kind of person who needs to keep going, on treadmill, as if stop I find it hard to get going again.
going there, but weirdly (which I know I am) I am okay once get there, its the getting there that is the problem for me. It is beginning to work though as a couple of people have commented I look healthier & less fat, I wouldn’t go as far as to say slim as that would clearly be a lie. I do find that some days are easier than others, I think that I am the kind of person who needs to keep going, on treadmill, as if stop I find it hard to get going again.I am on Twitter now, I notice that a few of my friends are on there but they don’t Twitter, don’t update, what the fuck is the point of that? I far prefer it to Facebook as its easier & quicker. If you have Twitter & do update, please let me know so I can stalk, oops mean follow, you.
Same time same place next week all? Have a great week. xxx
Final word goes to Milo, woof & lick …..
More Walks, Man & Canine Torture
by Matt on Apr.22, 2009, under More Blogs
First of al lets get the British obsession out of the way, yes I know the weather has been delightfully wonderful this week, and with that said I will continue with this weeks entry.
Last Friday I decided that Milo & I should have one of our walks. I had intended to go for an hour or so. But I kind of got caught up in my own little world with my thoughts & walked along the Thames Path all the way to Embankment, then took the long walk back. It was quite nice when I left home, but by the time that I was back at the park opposite where we live it had started to rain, well it started when we were down by Wapping High Street. To begin with Milo started to walk slower, then he was walking in doorways & under trees, after that he started to sit in every doorway & under every tree. Finally he refused to walk so for the last 10 minutes I had to carry him home. I often wonder who is the master & who the dog!
Looks like back to the old ways of the blog as the next item is about Milo as well, I do hope that you have noticed that in the past couple of weeks I have tried to make the entries more diverse & not so Milo orientated. Obviously this week it seems this philosophy is not a complete success!
So Sunday came upon us. Where I still have no job, being useless & completely crap so not finding one as yet, we are only being able to have Milo groomed every three months rather than each month 
a we do when I had a job. The consequence of this is that we have to bathe him ourselves on the months that he isn’t groomed, when I say we I of course mean me as P is usually at work. So I got all his bits together, along with the hairdryer, & round to our best friends we walked, Milo completely unsuspecting else he would not have been quite so spritely. When we got there & went to the bathroom &b he saw what was coming I have never seen him run, whilst crying., so fast. He really is quite a wimp. I had to carry him to the bathroom (this week I have been so pleased we chose a small dog & not a big, heavy one). He really cried & fought this month, more so than usual, you would think I was drowning him. But it was worth it, bathing him not drowning him, as his fur came out so soft & fluffy after his shower.
a we do when I had a job. The consequence of this is that we have to bathe him ourselves on the months that he isn’t groomed, when I say we I of course mean me as P is usually at work. So I got all his bits together, along with the hairdryer, & round to our best friends we walked, Milo completely unsuspecting else he would not have been quite so spritely. When we got there & went to the bathroom &b he saw what was coming I have never seen him run, whilst crying., so fast. He really is quite a wimp. I had to carry him to the bathroom (this week I have been so pleased we chose a small dog & not a big, heavy one). He really cried & fought this month, more so than usual, you would think I was drowning him. But it was worth it, bathing him not drowning him, as his fur came out so soft & fluffy after his shower.Yesterday I had a job interview, it was at the local authority. I really am a complete twat as I am rubbish at interviews. For some reason I get nervous & kind of don’t know how to talk logically or sell myself. Those of you who know me will appreciate that this is rather a case of Jekyll & Hyde, or Bruce Banner & Hulk in reverse. So I had researched, prepped myself by getting a pep talk with my very delightful (& farting in movies) friend, had tried to relax. I planned well as the interview 
was literally 3 minutes from my best friends flat so I asked him to take my suit over the night before. I got up on the morning of the interview early so could walk Milo (I almost went a paragraph without mentioning him, withdrawal was upon me). Then I got my bag together, put him on his lead & walked over to my best friends place. I had a wash, put his deodorant on, then went to get dressed. How fucking stupid can one person be, how moronic & completely like a twat? Well in my case outstandingly so. I had forgotten my shirt needed cufflinks. So my best friend & I had to leave like 25 minutes early & go to find some, in bloody Chrisp Street, hardly Bond Street now is it. The first place we went to only had ones with the England flag on, hardly fitting for an interview with a multi cultural local authority, so I had to settle for these small silver ones that did the job nicely. They are now left at my friends flat just in case.
was literally 3 minutes from my best friends flat so I asked him to take my suit over the night before. I got up on the morning of the interview early so could walk Milo (I almost went a paragraph without mentioning him, withdrawal was upon me). Then I got my bag together, put him on his lead & walked over to my best friends place. I had a wash, put his deodorant on, then went to get dressed. How fucking stupid can one person be, how moronic & completely like a twat? Well in my case outstandingly so. I had forgotten my shirt needed cufflinks. So my best friend & I had to leave like 25 minutes early & go to find some, in bloody Chrisp Street, hardly Bond Street now is it. The first place we went to only had ones with the England flag on, hardly fitting for an interview with a multi cultural local authority, so I had to settle for these small silver ones that did the job nicely. They are now left at my friends flat just in case.Then on the way from the shops to the interview I started to feel this excruciating stinging under my arms. My friends deodorant was Right Guard (other flammable pain inducing sprays are available) & not suitable for sensitive skin, it was really uncomfortable & very painful. So we had to get some baby wipes which as I was now running dead on time rather than early, I had to use whilst walking along, what an idiot I looked. Got to the interview flustered & uncomfortable. Went in & answered all the questions but was again nervous as hell. Needless to say I am now wanting some real time advice from my (farting in cinema & drunk in Chinese cafe) friend. Fortunately I ma seeing her tomorrow so will book some time as I tried to arrange by email but the useless blond didn’t get back to my email. So I now have to wait until next Friday to see just how much of a disaster I made of the interview.
I am furious with myself as I am more than aware that I am more than capable of doing this job, & then some. I know that I am bloody good at what I do, & that I could really develop that role & that it would have been a good one & I would have enjoyed it. I hate the fact that I am not working & feel completely useless, despondent, frustrated, helpless. It isn’t helped by the current climate at all, but I just want to get back to work & feel crap that when an opportunity arises I mess it up as get nervous in interviews. Especially as I have nothing to be nervous about.
Doom & gloom section over.
Today has been pretty exhausting. I had made plans to go & see a friend I used to work with in North Acton. So these days I walk or cycle 99% of places to keep fit, lose weight & save money. So I set off on my bike, around Harrow Road I got lost like a pillock & ended up having to go the long way & coming out by Queensway, so went that way, via Shepherds Bush. All in all it took me an hour & a half to get there, as you can imagine was quite hot & sticky after all that time cycling. Into reception I went & told them who I was there to see, her voice mail was on. So I called her mobile, which went to voice mail, so emailed her. 15 bloody minutes I waited there like a fool. In the end I called another, reliable, friend who came & got me. But that was good as it gave me a chance to catch up with her as she is such a great & wonderful person who I truly have a lot of time for.
The other friend eventually turned up so managed to catch up with her as well, she is always fun. We went to the nearest bar & got a shandy, it was great to sit outside (apart from the fact its on a main road so full of noise, fumes & rubbish, & watch the world go by whilst we chatted.
I have been going to the torture chamber regularly again this week. I am still loathing going & hate 
every single second that I am there. But I have now got to the stage now where I am not looking for excuses not to go so I guess that’s a step in the right direction. I think it, as well as my walking & cycling & eating better, is actually beginning to show as several people have said that they noticed I am losing weight & looking a lot healthier, so it seems my hours of pain & loathing are not in complete vain.
every single second that I am there. But I have now got to the stage now where I am not looking for excuses not to go so I guess that’s a step in the right direction. I think it, as well as my walking & cycling & eating better, is actually beginning to show as several people have said that they noticed I am losing weight & looking a lot healthier, so it seems my hours of pain & loathing are not in complete vain.On that fine note I will end, hope to see, chat, talk, email, text you soon. Bye bye for now.
Oh before I go, my very good friend is enthralled that her misbehaving, bad influencing, shit eating, bullying dogs have become famous via being mentioned on this site, so here just for her is a picture of the dog that dirties, bullies, bites, barks at & scares the adorable cherub that is Milo the angel.
Narrow, Incredible No Food Diet & More Walks
by Matt on Apr.15, 2009, under More Blogs
Ah, Easter, full of delight, chocolate (makes you fat so depressed about weight), religion (lets not even start), school holidays (screaming kids under your feet annoying you), on the plus side though public transport is not as busy, though still as dirty & noisy, oh smelly too. But what has this past week held for me & my sad little existence.
Last Friday a friend that I use to work with came over. That was very good as hadn’t seen her for ages, the old chestnut, friend gets boyfriend so you don’t see her for ages But was really cool to catch up & chat, I do like to see friends as it just isn’t the same emailing & sending text messages, nothing like face to face. Besides which I am far too impatient & want answers now, not when they receive & respond.
But was really cool to catch up & chat, I do like to see friends as it just isn’t the same emailing & sending text messages, nothing like face to face. Besides which I am far too impatient & want answers now, not when they receive & respond.Saturday was really good. P was off so that was cool. But also my Mum, step father came over with their two friends from Florida, I was astounded as I have no love for Americans (other then Chuckles, have to say that else he will pull the plug on my blog & have the universal opinion of them being loud, brash, arrogant & twats and that’s the nice ones. But back to my mums friends., they were really nice, very friendly & really good to talk to, so enjoyed meeting them. They met my parents on a cruise (the sailing kind not a stroll along Hampstead Heath looking for trade) somewhere or other & seemed to get along very well, as my mother tells me at every given opportunity & often just mentions it in case I had forgotten in the 3 minutes since she last mentioned it!
& have the universal opinion of them being loud, brash, arrogant & twats and that’s the nice ones. But back to my mums friends., they were really nice, very friendly & really good to talk to, so enjoyed meeting them. They met my parents on a cruise (the sailing kind not a stroll along Hampstead Heath looking for trade) somewhere or other & seemed to get along very well, as my mother tells me at every given opportunity & often just mentions it in case I had forgotten in the 3 minutes since she last mentioned it!We all went to The Narrow, which is not some strip joint but a nice gastro pub owned by some celebrity chef. We all had a really nice meal & the food was great, very palatable indeed in my expert opinion. The atmosphere was really good, the waiter excellent, answered all my mums questions without once raising his voice. The clientele were good as well, especially the lady on the next table whom, my mum (to my embarrassment) not only asked what the fish pie was like but then leaned over to enquire how the trifle was despite having no intention of ordering one, poor woman must have wished the doctors would return to collect my mum! The view is great as it looks straight out onto the river, unless your sitting where I was in which case you have an unhindered view of a guys hair piece. We then came back to our flat & had coffee & stuff. So was a good day all in all, but then it usually is when Mum & Johnny come over as I am loathed to admit it (as she will never stop mentioning it) but they are great company & I love it when they come.
On the Sunday after the movies P took me to a place called Wings Buffet, its as glamorous as it sounds. We had not been there for quite a while, & now we remember why. The food is quite good its just the selection is not that great, okay its dire. But the most off putting thing is the clientele, to say they have the manners of pigs would be an insult to farmyards everywhere. To add to this the fact that you get the usual teenage girls sitting with them glaring at you, why I cant fathom it seems to be a thing that the teenage girls in this area do, & generally make you feel uncomfortable does not make for a fine dining experience.
Yesterday was pure manic. In the late morning I had to go & see a friend for lunch, well I say lunch I am still on my amazing diet so a skinny latte was lunch, of which I only drank half. But anyway, I had not seen my friend for about 7 years so it was cool to meet up again & catch up on all that we have been doing in the meantime. Quite a lot it turns out. So that was nice to sit & chat for a bit.
I then had to go straight, well walk as another part of this incredible diet is that I walk or cycle everywhere, to the city as another friend was viewing a flat. I had rather kindly I thought, offered to show him where it was. I cant believe the prices in the private sector of property. We are really fortunate as we have a housing association place, its in a great location (you really think I am going to put my address on the internet, get a fucking grip), a good size, close to all amenities & reasonably priced (I missed my vocation I should be an estate agent, oh but no I cant as am not an out & out c**t). This place my friend saw is just a studio, open plan living space, which was smaller than our lounge, a shower not a bath. You would be sleeping on a sofa bed, yuk, I remember my dad had one & you have a bar sticking in your back all night, use to hate sleeping on it, well I guess they aren’t like that anymore I am after all talking about over 15 years ago! The rent for this shoe box was £250.00 plus all bills, fucking hell, I couldn’t believe my ears when he said it. I really do prefer living in this little world of mine than the real one.
I then met my best friend to go to the movies (how jet set am I). He had told me not to get any popcorn or anything as he had got me ‘a healthy snack’ Like the idiot, gullible one, that I am I believed him, what did he turn up with, organic popcorn, no; fruit, no, he turned up with a Asda tub of fucking mixed nuts, how are you going to enjoy them whilst watching a movie, I despair.
I am sure to be tempting fate by mentioning this next thing but am going to anyway, as I don’t have much hope of finding a job anymore such is the state of the economy & my bad luck. I applied for a job with Tower hamlets, now my thinking went something like this…. I have worked in the private sector & had a few jobs, most, but by no means all, of my managers have been demanding, arrogant, primadonna (especially, & most of all) my most recent one who believed the worlds revolved around them & their massive egos. So I thought okay, you earn less working in the public sector but on the upside you have job security, a pension, better holidays, its local so less travelling, so I applied. Well 
that & my friend did most of the form for me So I received an email & thought wow a interview, no such fucking luck, can you believe how HR has gone mad, I know that they think that they run the whole of the world but really they have to be stopped from coming up with these ridiculous processes. The days before you had an interview & were then tested, like an in-tray test or something. No not anymore some twerp (no doubt some college leaver who is so politically correct they sound a right twat) has come up with this, I had to sit an hour & a half test, & then I will find out if I get an interview, fucking stupid. So anyway fingers crossed please.
that & my friend did most of the form for me So I received an email & thought wow a interview, no such fucking luck, can you believe how HR has gone mad, I know that they think that they run the whole of the world but really they have to be stopped from coming up with these ridiculous processes. The days before you had an interview & were then tested, like an in-tray test or something. No not anymore some twerp (no doubt some college leaver who is so politically correct they sound a right twat) has come up with this, I had to sit an hour & a half test, & then I will find out if I get an interview, fucking stupid. So anyway fingers crossed please.Then this afternoon I had a simply splendid time. So those astute amongst you (no one then) will no doubt have noted an absence in this weeks blog thus far. This is intentional as I have been told a few times (mostly by my friendly partner in crime when it comes to dog walking, well walking round talking whilst our dogs fight, okay I admit it, one of her dogs bully my angel & the other of her dogs disappears only to reappear with some vile & disgusting morsel in his mouth) that al I talk about is the one & only, the angel, the light of my life, the well behaved, the beautiful P, oops P is all those of course but I meant Milo. I have therefore restrained from mentioning him until the final, almost, paragraph. So a good friend, another who I use to work with, but not one mentioned above, & I made arrangements to meet up today. At the last minute I aid I would take Milo with me, which of course delighted her, being of sound mind & having exquisite taste. We met at the London Eye, sticking to my
regime I walked there, which was a drama as Milo decided he needed to nose at every corner he came to & walk erratically from left to right. We had a great time, first & foremost it was a great time catching up & chatting with my friend, she is really great company & captivating to talk to, she us really knowledgeable & I love people like that as despite the illusion that I am a dim witted twat I actually like interesting conversation & gaining knowledge. Apart from that the weather for once was lovely (despite the fact that P insisted I take a jumper so had to carry a bloody great thing in my bag), we walked through St James’ Park, past Buck Pal, along the South Bank etc, it was a delight. If anyone else fancies a afternoon walking round & chatting then please get in touch as I would love to do it again.
regime I walked there, which was a drama as Milo decided he needed to nose at every corner he came to & walk erratically from left to right. We had a great time, first & foremost it was a great time catching up & chatting with my friend, she is really great company & captivating to talk to, she us really knowledgeable & I love people like that as despite the illusion that I am a dim witted twat I actually like interesting conversation & gaining knowledge. Apart from that the weather for once was lovely (despite the fact that P insisted I take a jumper so had to carry a bloody great thing in my bag), we walked through St James’ Park, past Buck Pal, along the South Bank etc, it was a delight. If anyone else fancies a afternoon walking round & chatting then please get in touch as I would love to do it again.That my fine audience is about it for this week, as always I thank you for reading & look forward to seeing you here next week, my fondest regards. XXX
Time Wasted, Drinks with Emma & Naughty Dogs
by Matt on Apr.08, 2009, under More Blogs
Hello there everyone.
And so its time for another update, entry or whatever on this my blog, for your entertainment.
Oh my god, how busy was I last Thursday. First of all I of course went to the gym, am still hating that but doing it about five times a week, why cant I just stop being a greedy pig, would save me so much suffering. Then I had to go & sign on. As you, if you paid attention to past weeks, know I don’t get any benefit but only go so my pension isn’t affected. Because of this I don’t fill in that stupid little booklet that says what jobs you have applied for. So I sat down ready to sign on when the jerk officer asked what I had been doing to look for work, answer him I did, he then asked for my booklet, to which I, dumbly, was honest & said that I hadn’t done it but have a record of all jobs applied for on my laptop. This jobs worth officer who has no brain and no life (else would he be there, in a cheap G Shock watch!) started to lecture me on how it was my responsibility to fill it in & part of the contract, I argued that the contract also states I will be paid Job Seekers Allowance, which I don’t receive. I had to get home for a telephone interview, so told this guy this. You would think that this would make him realise that I was in fact doing some real work to look for a job, but no the dim-witted guy carried on, so I said I didn’t have time for his pettiness when I need to get prepared for the interview. So he refused to sign me on saying I would have to go back later.
So then I had to go home & be interviewed over the telephone completely stressed out & frustrated, great, brilliant system we have there from the DWP & there inane staff. Which of course meant that I did not make as good a job of the interview that I would like to have done.
That evening I went to the West End, with Milo, to see a good friend. I had gone to get some advice on interview skills & techniques as she is supposed to know about this. But she was talking so much that we didn’t cover any interview tips let alone techniques. But did have a good time as it was good to see her, as it always is, apart from when she is farting in movies. We went to a nice bar just behind Oxford Street, with an outdoor area for Milo. He was his usual well behaved self & all around adored him, of course. My friend bumped into someone she worked with so we sat with her, she was so much like Alice from Vicar of Dibley that it was uncanny. Very surreal experience that was.
The next day off back to the DWP I went, only to wait 45 minutes to be seen, oh how I hate the place. Its full of real dregs of society, who have all the eloquence of Fagin, with the smell to match. How do these people who clearly have never worked, manage to afford the latest clothes, phones etc? It never ceases to amaze me as to why the DWP don’t do more to clamp down on these scrounging gits. After waiting the 45 minutes I had to be patronised by this stupid woman who managed to witter on about this booklet for 20 minutes, sad cow. I just agreed with what she said so I could get out of the place.
Saturday saw the sun coming out, which in itself is a miracle. So after my usual torture session I called my best friend, as 
Little P was at work, was his weekend of working, just my luck when it was nice. So call my best friend I did & suggested a walk with the baby Milo. So over he came & we got all of Milo’s stuff ready, he has so much stuff when we go out, containers for water, treats, pooh bags, leads, balls etc, the list goes on. Off to the canal we went. I go up the canal quite often, several times a week, as it really is a lovely walk, especially when the weather is good. We walked on to Broadway Market as the vet had told me that its nice there. It was packed, loads of stalls selling cakes, bread, foods and stuff, and like a twat I had forgot to take cash & there was no cash machine. So drawl over the cakes I did whilst Milo jumped around trying to grab them out of peoples hands, little idiot missed though. We then went to Victoria Park & to the fish & chip shot that I mentioned in previous weeks & got fish & chips, it was lovely so divine & melt in your mouth. We were walking for four hours & when we got back even Milo was exhausted.
Little P was at work, was his weekend of working, just my luck when it was nice. So call my best friend I did & suggested a walk with the baby Milo. So over he came & we got all of Milo’s stuff ready, he has so much stuff when we go out, containers for water, treats, pooh bags, leads, balls etc, the list goes on. Off to the canal we went. I go up the canal quite often, several times a week, as it really is a lovely walk, especially when the weather is good. We walked on to Broadway Market as the vet had told me that its nice there. It was packed, loads of stalls selling cakes, bread, foods and stuff, and like a twat I had forgot to take cash & there was no cash machine. So drawl over the cakes I did whilst Milo jumped around trying to grab them out of peoples hands, little idiot missed though. We then went to Victoria Park & to the fish & chip shot that I mentioned in previous weeks & got fish & chips, it was lovely so divine & melt in your mouth. We were walking for four hours & when we got back even Milo was exhausted.Now then onto a subject that I do enjoy talking about, how good little Milo is. I have often mentioned on here that he is rather well behaved. Each morning we go out at just after 7.30, after he has eaten his breakfast, dedicated father that I am I don’t even have a coffee until we get back, before I go to the gym. So in the park Milo has quite a few friends that he plays with, & shows how they should behave. But he has two regular & best friends, Sid & Stan they are called (I know not very imaginative names but they are such lovely, if unruly, dogs). Sid is a walking waste disposal unit who keeps disappearing & his mum has to shout for him at 2 minute intervals, he eats 
anything & everything, in the past two weeks I have seem him chewing on horse crap, I lie not, revolting it was, but he then went on to eat dog vomit this week, yuk. Stan is better behaved, but delights in biting the poor Milo’s leg, just because Milo is showing him that he trusts him, in the traditional doggie manner. But I have to say Milo is, in my opinion the better behaved, a example I hear you cry, proof you require. I not one to let you all down have provided it. The picture to the right is one taken this week. Sid 7 Stand lovely, long suffering mummy had some treats, sit we said to all three doggies, the picture is the result, please note who is leaping about in disarray and disobedience & who is sitting with self restraint & dignity. I rest my case. But we do love them.
anything & everything, in the past two weeks I have seem him chewing on horse crap, I lie not, revolting it was, but he then went on to eat dog vomit this week, yuk. Stan is better behaved, but delights in biting the poor Milo’s leg, just because Milo is showing him that he trusts him, in the traditional doggie manner. But I have to say Milo is, in my opinion the better behaved, a example I hear you cry, proof you require. I not one to let you all down have provided it. The picture to the right is one taken this week. Sid 7 Stand lovely, long suffering mummy had some treats, sit we said to all three doggies, the picture is the result, please note who is leaping about in disarray and disobedience & who is sitting with self restraint & dignity. I rest my case. But we do love them.That dear readers is it for this week, I do hope you enjoy this blog. Same time next week then?
Tasks, Picnic, Breaking Balls & Anniversaries
by Matt on Apr.01, 2009, under More Blogs
Good day everyone, how is life a treating you all? I do hope all is fine & dandy, or as well as can be expected.
I have been going to the gym as regularly as I am able again this week, apart from early part of this week, reason will become apparent later in this blog. Also, been further killing myself with jogging & loads of walking everywhere, if not walking cycling, I don’t mind the cycling so much as I can listen to my iPod whilst cycling. I know its dangerous, everyone tells me but hey in London its preferable than hearing all the traffic around you! But the exercising is going well, when I say that I mean as far as torturing oneself without going to Guantanamo Bay goes.
Also been to see a couple of movies, two of them are really good so after reading this feel free, or obliged (!) to go and check them out on the movies page of this blog. I am often asked which movies I recommend, a quick guide, if you cannot be arsed to read my reviews (despite me taking ages & making them as entertaining as a unimaginative fool can) then the best ones have a picture in the review, a kind of dummies guide (dough ball server you know who you are).
P has been on annual leave this past week, as well as the one before, so we have been doing stuff together, its kind of unusual as usually he works such long hours that I tend to do most things on my own. Therefore its been good to have him at home and being able to do stuff together. It also means we have been talking rather than sending a text or email to each other, & they say communication is dead, like hell it is with us, I pray to the god of Blackberry daily. Apart from the past few days as got a problem that is driving me to frustration and fucking annoying me like mad. Any one know the solution, here is the problem:
In my tasks I have some that are recurring. When I mark one completed in Outlook all works fine. But on the Blackberry if I mark it as completed the new one (e.g. next weeks) goes to tomorrow, not to the week time, if you then mark that one complete it goes to a week from tomorrow, rather than today, so need to adjust it manually. If I untick daylight saving on my PC, in Time Zones, tasks work perfectly, but calendar goes all out. If I add a recurring task directly to the BlackBerry it works fine.
If anyone does know the remedy I will be so grateful, I thank you.
Last Saturday P & our best friend, along with me of course, else it wouldn’t be here would it, went to China Town for Dim Sum (should that be capitals?). We go to a restaurant in Gerrard Street & always have a nice time when go there. The food is lovely, the good thing about Dim Sum, in my fat opinion, is that you can eat quite a few different things & because they are so small its not overly fattening, which when you’re as greedy as I am is such a great thing. So had good morning there. Afterwards we walked, well in truth P dragged me, round some of the shops, how he can spend so long looking in shops I don’t quite get, but he had a good time which is good.
Sunday saw me packing a picnic, well I say packing a picnic, I threw some ham, salmon, crisps, a knife in my bag, we bought rolls in Sainsbury on way. Off we trekked to Hyde Park, though we ended up getting off of the bus at Regents Street & walking up Piccadilly. I enjoy going to Hyde Park on a Sunday as I take great delight in watching the roller skaters & willing them to fall over, so when one does I am 
ecstatic & overjoyed at watching those posing twats end up on their arse in pain, the more pain the better. Milo of course loves going & thrills at chasing the squirrels, pigeons, birds, people, balls, well anything that remotely looks fun to him. He is I am sure under the impression that the whole world is there for his entertainment as he is always chewing the end of sticks, running after balls, helping himself to our picnic, then looking as butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. I blame P for pampering him too much & not being as strict as I am, I would never let him help himself to food or have any whilst I was eating. But we did have a nice walk and it was good for al three of us to go out & relax.
ecstatic & overjoyed at watching those posing twats end up on their arse in pain, the more pain the better. Milo of course loves going & thrills at chasing the squirrels, pigeons, birds, people, balls, well anything that remotely looks fun to him. He is I am sure under the impression that the whole world is there for his entertainment as he is always chewing the end of sticks, running after balls, helping himself to our picnic, then looking as butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. I blame P for pampering him too much & not being as strict as I am, I would never let him help himself to food or have any whilst I was eating. But we did have a nice walk and it was good for al three of us to go out & relax.So I have had this throbbing pain in a rather personal place, well two places for most of last week so finally built up the courage, after P & our friend, ridiculed me calling me a wimp & hypochondriac (all this whilst walking the dogs, no wonder her ones are so badly behaved & one wont come back when called, couldn’t resist) & went to the Drop in Centre, that’s the NHS one not the local community centre to show them some real ball games. Well they said I should go to my GP. made an appointment, off I limped. Well what would you know, after a examination the doctor declared, much to my warped delight (I had already thought of how I was going to play up on this to make them feel guilty for taking the piss from my pain) I was told I had a cyst in my, well somewhere I don’t know how to spell. So I have to take it easy at the gym & exerting myself, so as not to cause more trauma to that area.
After that we went for a walk, up Regents Canal, I do love that walk its so nice & peaceful. Stopping off at the butcher as P likes to get the meat from there. We got a lovely rib of beef there, he cooked it yesterday & it tasted so nice.
In the evening I went & met a friend for coffee, & cake (was so yummy, thanks you for that) at Patisserie Valerie, one of my very favourite places. Its the same friend that I meet for a chat every month, so as usual was good to catch up & see what was going on in his little life. He asked me not to put any of his secrets on this site as his boyfriend now reads this blog, such is ,my infamy, that or he just wants a good laugh at my excuse for an existence. So catch up we did, eat cake, well he sat there & said he was going to gym to lose weight, said he hadn’t eaten all day & ordered a Mozzarella (fattening cheese) ciabatta (fattening bread), chips (do I need to say anything) & stuffed it into his mouth, then as an after thought said well nothing all day except a salad!!! Hmmmm wonder why its taking him a long time at the gym to lose weight!
Today was all about P, & lets face it he runs round after me most days & does an amazing job of cooking whilst working & with me not having a job holds us together at the moment, so one day is all he 
asks, & its the very least I can do. Why today you ask, if you’re not asking you should surely be. Well its his birthday, yes he was born on April Fools day,. but as those of you who know him will attest to he is no fool. But it is also our anniversary, we had our civil partnership ceremony (what a fucking mouth full) three years ago today. So off we went to the movies, saw an excellent movie as well. After that he went to the gym, I came back & called about a hundred help lines (now there’s a contradiction in terms) to try to get my Tasks issue sorted, which of course I didn’t get done, useless twats they are. So after that we went for a meal. Every year we go to the same restaurant, it is the one where we had our reception at, its so nice there. Its in Wapping & the food is excellent, also the people there are so friendly & nice to us so it makes it such an enjoyable experience. Also, like this week its nice to sit down with P & have a chance to eat & chat, talk without all the usual distractions (exactly as I typed that Milo jumped up my legs & clawed my arm for attention, need I say more, perfect timing from the little boy). Would like to publicly thank , my lovely mum for the meal as she paid for it which is really nice of her & we are both grateful.
asks, & its the very least I can do. Why today you ask, if you’re not asking you should surely be. Well its his birthday, yes he was born on April Fools day,. but as those of you who know him will attest to he is no fool. But it is also our anniversary, we had our civil partnership ceremony (what a fucking mouth full) three years ago today. So off we went to the movies, saw an excellent movie as well. After that he went to the gym, I came back & called about a hundred help lines (now there’s a contradiction in terms) to try to get my Tasks issue sorted, which of course I didn’t get done, useless twats they are. So after that we went for a meal. Every year we go to the same restaurant, it is the one where we had our reception at, its so nice there. Its in Wapping & the food is excellent, also the people there are so friendly & nice to us so it makes it such an enjoyable experience. Also, like this week its nice to sit down with P & have a chance to eat & chat, talk without all the usual distractions (exactly as I typed that Milo jumped up my legs & clawed my arm for attention, need I say more, perfect timing from the little boy). Would like to publicly thank , my lovely mum for the meal as she paid for it which is really nice of her & we are both grateful.And there is another week done & dusted, still no job, still no life. See you same place next week, xxxx
This weeks PS… People have noted that I swear a lot on this blog (I hadn’t noticed) so I have made an effort to keep it to a minimum this week, hope all you lily liberals are pleased
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