Archive for January, 2010
More Grooming & Weekend Away
by Matt on Jan.27, 2010, under Blogs
As I look out of the window I ponder, where does the time go, where does the universe end, it surely cannot go on forever, but then what is there after it ends, even nothing has to be just blank space, and then I continue this train of thought until I realise that what the hell am I doing day dreaming when I should be writing this weeks blog entry!
Last Wednesday I had my first session with a personal trainer for a long time, and he almost killed me. I had forgotten just how much of a masochist he really is. He had me bending this way, then that way, then stretching, then lifting this weight then that weight, it was exhausting just thinking about it let alone doing it as well. But hey what choice do I have, I can carry on being a fat slug or I can diet and exercise and lose the excess fat, of which there is far too much. So now it is soup at lunchtimes, and doing spin (another hate of mine) and torture as often as I can. Oh the lengths one will go to not to be a blob.
Thursday was yet again time for the Rat to be groomed. I had left work with enough time to get there, but I hadn’t had 
the foresight to allow for the complete rubbish service that TFL provides, and the words service and provides are used in there loosest possible meaning here. The appointment was for 
6.30 and I managed to get there for 6.45, which was I feel, quite an achievement given the extended route I had to take because of the Undergrounds points failure, person on line, or just their usual inadequacy. Now the Rat being such a hyper little daddy’s boy I had to call ahead and warn my best friend to tell the groomer to put his scissors down. Jolly good job that I did as well as he went mad, barking mad one could say, indeed I did, when I entered. As usual he whined, whinged and cried his way through the whole process, why I don’t really know as he looks such a lovely little thing when been bathed and groomed, that is until he is back on the floor and jumping around, sticking his nose all over the place.
the foresight to allow for the complete rubbish service that TFL provides, and the words service and provides are used in there loosest possible meaning here. The appointment was for 6.30 and I managed to get there for 6.45, which was I feel, quite an achievement given the extended route I had to take because of the Undergrounds points failure, person on line, or just their usual inadequacy. Now the Rat being such a hyper little daddy’s boy I had to call ahead and warn my best friend to tell the groomer to put his scissors down. Jolly good job that I did as well as he went mad, barking mad one could say, indeed I did, when I entered. As usual he whined, whinged and cried his way through the whole process, why I don’t really know as he looks such a lovely little thing when been bathed and groomed, that is until he is back on the floor and jumping around, sticking his nose all over the place.After he has been finished and was very sweet smelling I took him home as I had arranged to have dinner with P at the Prospect, yes that’s right it has re-opened so our withdrawal from the place is over, and parched as we were off down there we trotted, well I walked and P met me there via the bus. I have to admit that its been done up rather nicely though it was quieter than we thought it would be, but hey that’s good as means you get a table with no problem whatsoever. So we had quite a nice relaxing meal and chatted and chilled. Listen to me, I really should get advertising fees from the place shouldn’t I???
Friday after work I had to get my tired old carcass over to St Pancras as we were going to my Mums for the weekend, would you believe it, at my age I still managed to get there before P did, I am sure he has never been on time for anything in his life. His time keeping is his worse attribute and if you ever arrange to meet him do not rush to be on time as you are wasting unnecessary energy. But yet again I digress from the path I was leading you down, we did manage to get on the train. But I wish we hadn’t, it was crowded, we had to sit separately and I had this woman next to me who believed that because she had a big ass she was entitled to encroach on my seat as well as hers, added to this she pulled a rather cheap and very smelly coat over her head (blessing really as meant I didn’t have to look at her ugly face) and it kept following her fat ass and creeping onto my seat, no doubt polluting it in the process. This meant that P and I did not get to eat the diving scotch eggs and cookies that I had bought from this lovely little shop in St Pancras. Then like a fool I forgot to take them home after the weekend so my mum stuffed them all in her mouth, she delighted in telling me how delicious they were!
Saturday came and my mum gave us the choice, we could go to the local shopping centre to look around or go to the 
nearby place that did things like nice jams and relishes etc., well I love those type of places so we chose there. Little did we know that when she said nearby she actually meant almost an hour away, we sat in the car and sat some more on the long journey. When we got there, and had shaved and woken up, we got out of the car and went in. The place was great we got quite a few bits, as many as I could with P moaning on about how we going to carry it whilst I tried to sneak another jar into the basket. There was a good pet store there as well so we managed to get the Rat a few presents, which he then hastily decided he would chew up as quickly as he possibly could. We also bought my Mum & step father a couple of stone angels (in comparison to the real angel tat I am) that they wanted, they now adorn the garden. So all in all we had a nice time indeed.
nearby place that did things like nice jams and relishes etc., well I love those type of places so we chose there. Little did we know that when she said nearby she actually meant almost an hour away, we sat in the car and sat some more on the long journey. When we got there, and had shaved and woken up, we got out of the car and went in. The place was great we got quite a few bits, as many as I could with P moaning on about how we going to carry it whilst I tried to sneak another jar into the basket. There was a good pet store there as well so we managed to get the Rat a few presents, which he then hastily decided he would chew up as quickly as he possibly could. We also bought my Mum & step father a couple of stone angels (in comparison to the real angel tat I am) that they wanted, they now adorn the garden. So all in all we had a nice time indeed.Saturday evening my Mum had booked a rather nice restaurant for a meal. A jolly nice place it was too. One of those
places that has bare wooden floors and the bricks are showing through on the walls, I like that look, rather nice. As ever everyone, bar me of course, took an age to decide what they wanted to eat, actually Johnny chose quickly as well so it was just Mum & P that took an age. I did really feel for P, he had ordered the pigeon for starter and the pork belly for main, he loves crispy pork, it is his absolute favourite in the world, if you ever need a favour from him just get him some crispy pork. The pigeon he said wasn’t very tasty, I wouldn’t know as he ate it all and forgot to give me a bit to try, well that’s his excuse and he stuck to it. Then the main courses came and his little face just dropped, as did all of ours as his pork was tiny, the crispy was thin with a large lump of fat under it. It is a real shame as everyone else’s was really nice and very good. But hey we had a good time anyway and thoroughly enjoyed the evening. I would go back, and insist that P ordered something different next time!
places that has bare wooden floors and the bricks are showing through on the walls, I like that look, rather nice. As ever everyone, bar me of course, took an age to decide what they wanted to eat, actually Johnny chose quickly as well so it was just Mum & P that took an age. I did really feel for P, he had ordered the pigeon for starter and the pork belly for main, he loves crispy pork, it is his absolute favourite in the world, if you ever need a favour from him just get him some crispy pork. The pigeon he said wasn’t very tasty, I wouldn’t know as he ate it all and forgot to give me a bit to try, well that’s his excuse and he stuck to it. Then the main courses came and his little face just dropped, as did all of ours as his pork was tiny, the crispy was thin with a large lump of fat under it. It is a real shame as everyone else’s was really nice and very good. But hey we had a good time anyway and thoroughly enjoyed the evening. I would go back, and insist that P ordered something different next time!Sundays journey home was far better than the journey there we sat together, so could chat, no riff raff women with smelly coats and big bums. It was a good finish to a lovely weekend as I loved spending time at my parents place (love the house, except the shower that broke), loved spending time with them too. I seem to be far calmer and happier when not in London, its just a pity we had to come back in my opinion. I missed the Rat though and was delighted when we got home and I got to see him, he bounced with excitement all round the flat when we got in, which was funny to see.
BOOM!!!! You go it? if not why not, if so isn’t it just amazing, this weeks surpassed itself, go there Chuckles, what a gift to music and mankind he is, without him imagine how dull life would be with nothing to chair dance to, I would be desolate and bored beyond reason.
I havent seen T this week and have much missed the joyous company and rapture that she usually provides, so the usual hello goes to her.
Until next week, bye bye.
More Fish and (micro) Chips
by Matt on Jan.20, 2010, under Blogs
And so we are here again, another blog entry to write, another week gone as another begins. How philosophical was that?
I have the feeling this will be a rather short entry this week, as last week was rather quiet. Well I say last week, but in fact its latter of last beginning of this as I do the blog on a Wednesday. Maybe we should change the calendar so as Wednesday is the first day of the week, would make things far easier in my opinion. So the Romans and all manner of people have had it wrong for centuries and I have it right, sounds reasonable!
Saturday I was at the salon, I finalised the Newsletter for them. But after I had spent ages playing with the spacing, getting it all formatted so it looked right, then checking the text etc I made the huge mistake of sending it to the girl who does the PR for the salon. Why do PR people always want to change anything you do, no matter what they have to have their bit of input, they do like to interfere in everything. I find the best policy is to just agree and let them do as they wish. They are a bit like HR, always busy bodying into everything to either ‘improve’ or as I put it ‘interfere, group hug and justify their existence’. Anyways I finally got it completed and hope it has gone out by now. Errol wasn’t there this Saturday which was rather disappointing, not because I was eager to see him but because my hair needed cutting, so I had to make do with one of the bloody artistic directors (what kind of a job title is that I ask you?). I am not overly happy as think that she has cut a little, well a bit, too much off personally, its shorter than I would have liked it. But at least it will grow, ever the optimist, or gullible one or other!
So after I had my hair butchered, massacred, ruined, I met P as he wanted to, come on Chuckles have a guess what he wanted to do, its your favourite topic to comment on, yes you got it, he wanted to go and eat. So we went to the Malaysian place on Charing Cross Road. I do like it there but as most of the food is Thai or Malaysian I tend to eat the same thing every time as don’t like spicy food. But it was nice none the less but think next time I will find something different to eat. The stay was nice though.
Last Sunday was pretty quiet, I had planned to go to the movies, but like most times I do that P decided he didn’t want to go. So I got on my bike (literally as it happens) and cycled to PC World.
I had ordered a new internal DVDRW so wanted to collect it. I really would like to know how they manage to find such stupid people to work in these stores. I had the reference number of my order and after waiting 20 minutes in the queue (now here’s a thing, when there is a big queue why don’t more assistants come help rather than walking past or just sitting looking at the queue). So I waited 20 minutes, they gave me a box, I walked to the till, and thought ‘wait a minute this is PC World, known to be inept, useless, fools’ so I opened the box, guess what, I was right, they are complete idiots as it was the wrong one, so I had to wait more whilst this smiling twat went ad got the correct one, Tech Guys, more like Twat Guys.
I had ordered a new internal DVDRW so wanted to collect it. I really would like to know how they manage to find such stupid people to work in these stores. I had the reference number of my order and after waiting 20 minutes in the queue (now here’s a thing, when there is a big queue why don’t more assistants come help rather than walking past or just sitting looking at the queue). So I waited 20 minutes, they gave me a box, I walked to the till, and thought ‘wait a minute this is PC World, known to be inept, useless, fools’ so I opened the box, guess what, I was right, they are complete idiots as it was the wrong one, so I had to wait more whilst this smiling twat went ad got the correct one, Tech Guys, more like Twat Guys.So when I had got home, after I had ranted on about how useless PC World are I fitted the 
DVDRW, well almost, there was a cable missing, so rather than go back and be imprisoned for shoving a USB memory stick up some fools nose, I left it until Monday to get the cable, when I say get the cable I of course mean moan on and on until my best friend said he would go get it. Then P and I went on the trek to South of the river to the deepest darkest Lewisham. Why the hell you ask, well because there is a good pet shop there that sell fish so we went to get 2 more for the tank so we had the full quota. And jolly happy they all look together too, they have little chats, they play and have dinner parties in the tank, all is harmonious.
DVDRW, well almost, there was a cable missing, so rather than go back and be imprisoned for shoving a USB memory stick up some fools nose, I left it until Monday to get the cable, when I say get the cable I of course mean moan on and on until my best friend said he would go get it. Then P and I went on the trek to South of the river to the deepest darkest Lewisham. Why the hell you ask, well because there is a good pet shop there that sell fish so we went to get 2 more for the tank so we had the full quota. And jolly happy they all look together too, they have little chats, they play and have dinner parties in the tank, all is harmonious.I am afraid my dear beloved readers that’s all the news for this week. Needless to say I have to say a big hello to T, oh I have to tell you this. We went and saw the movie 44 Inch Chest last week, well its full of swearing, fuck this, fuck that, cunt here, cunt there, within 3 minutes booth P and I looked at each other and said ‘T’. So a big hello to her, and to that Stan I suppose, bloody Sid is still a nuisance that has no idea of the concept of coming when called, he really should take a leaf out of Milo’s book who acts like an angel in comparison.
The Fantastic BOOM! has kept me going again this week, I hate the Tube sitting with all the miserable gits who just sit there looking moody, not smiling, like scenes from some dark sci-fi. So BOOM! in my ears is great, cheers me and gives me a better start to the day than any cereal ever could.
Drinks, Fish & Chips & Great Birthday
by Matt on Jan.13, 2010, under Blogs
So here we are again, sitting down with a coffee and snack to read my inane ramblings?
May I begin by saying that I did see Chuckles comment on last weeks blog, and have replied to him, but for anyone else who is blind, or just plain dumb, can I inform you that if you wish to know which movie I saw when I mention I went to movies then low and behold you should notice there is a tab at the top of this page called ‘Movies’ the clue is in the title!!!! So onwards we go, with my list of where I have eaten!!!!
Coincidentally that’s exactly where this weeks events do start. Last Wednesday evening we were supposed to go for a drink, with our favourite tranny, but P didn’t feel like going drinking. And so we arranged to go and eat with her. We headed to Canary Wharf, can you believe there was P & I in our wellingtons, scarf’s etc all dressed for the snow and cold that we had, and out came Tranny, in bloody flat shoes, talk about sacrificing for fashion. Anyway we managed to get there without her falling over, which would I feel have provided some entertainment, and went to Wagamama for dinner. Sitting eating our food and chatting we were when this little camp waiter came up and started talking to the tranny, you really cant take her anywhere. On the plus side she wasn’t farting thanks heavens.
Friday I was off work and so made a concerted effort to start going to the torture chamber again. Oh my god I still hate going and whatever exercise I am doing I am longing time to move faster so that its time to get the hell out of there. But I must admit it wasn’t as hard to get back into it as I thought it would be. So on with my circuit I got and felt rather better for it after I had finished. I have also kept it up over the weekend so am hoping that I am now back in the tedious routine of going so may lose a bit of the mass of excess weight I have gained stuffing my face over the festive period.
In the evening P surprised me by taking me to our favourite Chinese (yes Chuckles we are back to food) down in Wapping, it was a really good time as not only was the place quite quiet, so we could chat in peace but also another couple there were having quite a heated talk so we amused ourselves watching them.
Sunday we had arranged to meet our friend in the west end, its always good to see her as we have a good buzz, well she does. P hadn’t seen her for a while as last time we met up he was working. We met at a bar in Leicester Square and ordered drinks and some chips, to munch on (I guess that’s kind of obvious isn’t it, not like we were going to write a book with them) but they were not very nice at all, it wasn’t helped by the waitress dropping the mayo all over the table. So we sat and chatted, it was nice to see that she was talking about a whole range of topics with us rather than how can she get a man. But we have agreed to go on a speed dating thing with her one day as I am not convinced that she is going about this man hunt (where men really are prey) in the correct way. I am beginning to think maybe a turkey bester would be a good investment for her 
After the bar we headed to China Town to eat before going onto Friendly Society, oh how I do like that place, and we actually got good seats for a change, it was rather early I have to say. So we sat, we chilled, we chatted. It seems she has taken my advice on board as she wasn’t constantly scanning the room, a bit like a CCTV in a rather down market pound shop, looking for men to lure. Quite a good job really as it was a gay bar! But for all my teasing it is always a delight to see the wee little lady as she is lovely. She moves next week to Putney so it will be difficult to see her, we all know there are no underground trains south and cabs wont go there, also my minders wont dare venture south. Still am sure we can try to get there somehow.
After I had been to Torture on Monday I decided that it had been a long time since I had fish and chips, after my attempt on New Years eve to go get some. So I called our best friend up and said I was going to walk with Milo up the canal, round Victoria Park and to the fish and chip shop, oh I want to come he says. So I get my coat, scarf, gloves and thermal long Johns on, wrap the little rat up in his parka and off we go. The canal was frozen over and Rat Boy found it highly amusing to almost give me a heart attack by going on the ice to see what it was and could he eat it. It was nerve racking as each time he jumped on I was convinced he was going to fall through it. So we had to make sure that he wasn’t allowed near the canal but stayed to the right of it. Then my friend started whining about how he was cold and why we walking so far and cant we walk faster, so much for the northerners being immune to cold weather. When we eventually got to the fish and chip shop, which was open that day, I asked the friend to go in as they wouldn’t let Milo in, bloody gits that they are. He came out and handed the carton to me, and to my dismay the chips were only luke warm, are you seeing the bad luck I had with chips the past week? So in the shop I went (leaving a distraught Milo with my friend, distraught not because of cold or me walking away but because the chips were walking away with me) and said to the server that the chips were only luke warm, I am guessing that English is not her first language as she didn’t understand what I meant until I said ‘they are not hot’. What is happening when someone who has direct contact with customers cant understand English, in a bloody fish and chip shop for heavens sake. Anyway I got fresh ones then on the bus we got to go home, with a moaning friend in tow and a jumping Rat attempting to get chips.
Tuesday was pretty quiet, well quiet in the sense I didn’t have too many plans, on the other hand it was rather noisy, T had very kindly said she will come with me to get some fish (not the edible type, well I suppose they are if you’re a cat, but then you wouldn’t be reading this would you as you would be scared away reading about Milo) she couldn’t find anything to get me for my birthday (I cant se why as I am not at all fussy and am easily pleased!!!) so wanted to get a couple of fish. I had at this point better give some background before you think why the hell would anyone think of that. I had told her that after my last fish died I was changing the aquarium to a cold water one and putting those lovely Chinese (they don’t it turns out speak Cantonese so cant order food for me) goldfish in it. We went to the shop and spent quite some time getting the fish, and a couple of rocks, and I am loving the fish, they are so cool, so a massive thank you to T.
Yesterday was my birthday and I have to say that P often shows just how good he is to me & how lucky I am but yesterday he excelled himself. We chilled in the morning, literally as I took the Rat out in the freezing cold. Then we got ready and he hadn’t told me what we were doing (how he managed to keep it all a secret and from me is astounding as I generally am so nosey that I find things out, also I have this ability to nag, and nag and moan until he gives in and tells me) so we went off to the bus stop, where we met T, Tranny and the lady that drinks bloody Martini (thankfully we were not embarrassed as she has, wisely, switched to Vodka) so that was nice. We went to Covent Garden and to a really nice fish restaurant, it is really nice and the food was really good (few too many ‘really’ there?) I would definitely go again. They told me we were going to see Dirty Dancing at the theatre, so me being ever grateful was saying ‘why, do you think I want to see that, would have preferred Oliver’ gracious to the end I am. So whilst I was going on about this Martini and T were calling me lots of colourful names (I believe they were talking in Cockney).
P led us to Leicester Square, well his sense of direction isn’t always that great so he said we needed to get the tickets from there and how do we get there so I led the way (T, Martini & Tranny too busy acting like old women and talking about whatever women talk about). When we got to Leicester Square led us to a karaoke place where you hire a room. I will be the first to admit I though ‘what the fuck’ (see I can speak cockney too sometimes) and ‘why’ but then one by one my friends turned up, the whole cast of my blog in fact: our best friend, the ginger Canadian (poor guy), farter in cinemas, buzzy, T, Martini, Tranny. It was fantastic and I had a great time, after the initial shock of going to a karaoke place it was brilliant of P and he surpassed himself, he had arranged it all and got this fabulous cake from a shop I always wanted to try. So I had an awesome birthday evening and would like to publically here thank P for all the work he put in to make it special. And a thank you to those who came, I am grateful, it was such a great evening.
I have been miserable this week as there has been no BOOM!! Withdrawal, cold turkey, longings, yearnings for the bouncy beats have been coursing through my system and I have been left destitute without it. So go subscribe as the more of us that get to enjoy the ecstatic sounds the more pressure Chuckles has to get his bony American (aww poor love) ass into the studio.
With the snow on the ground little Stan and Sid (this morning we decided it stands for Super Idiotic Dog) have been bouncing around all the more and having fun with Milo. I have been off work so they have got to play more and I have had the dubious pleasure of seeing T, though her taste in hats leaves me blinded by the brightness and old fashioned thing that looks like a Day-Glo bird on acid has shit on her head. But as always a big hello to her, and a tiny peck on her frozen cheek.
Same time next week? Okay cool see you here then,, will pine for you in the meantime.
So here we are again, sitting down with a coffee and snack to read my inane ramblings?
May I begin by saying that I did see Chuckles comment on last weeks blog, and have replied to him, but for anyone else who is blind, or just plain dumb, can I inform you that if you wish to know which movie I saw when I mention I went to movies then low and behold you should notice there is a tab at the top of this page called ‘Movies’ the clue is in the title!!!! So onwards we go, with my list of where I have eaten!!!!
Coincidentally that’s exactly where this weeks events do start. Last Wednesday evening we were supposed to go for a drink, with our favourite tranny, but P didn’t feel like going drinking. And so we arranged to go and eat with her. We headed to Canary Wharf, can you believe there was P & I in our wellingtons, scarf’s etc all dressed for the snow and cold that we had, and out came Tranny, in bloody flat shoes, talk about sacrificing for fashion. Anyway we managed to get there without her falling over, which would I feel have provided some entertainment, and went to Wagamama for dinner. Sitting eating our food and chatting we were when this little camp waiter came up and started talking to the tranny, you really cant take her anywhere. On the plus side she wasn’t farting thanks heavens.
Friday I was off work and so made a concerted effort to start going to the torture chamber again. Oh my god I still hate going and whatever exercise I am doing I am longing time to move faster so that its time to get the hell out of there. But I must admit it wasn’t as hard to get back into it as I thought it would be. So on with my circuit I got and felt rather better for it after I had finished. I have also kept it up over the weekend so am hoping that I am now back in the tedious routine of going so may lose a bit of the mass of excess weight I have gained stuffing my face over the festive period.
In the evening P surprised me by taking me to our favourite Chinese (yes Chuckles we are back to food) down in Wapping, it was a really good time as not only was the place quite quiet, so we could chat in peace but also another couple there were having quite a heated talk so we amused ourselves watching them.
Sunday we had arranged to meet our friend in the west end, its always good to see her as we have a good buzz, well she 
does. P hadn’t seen her for a while as last time we met up he was working. We met at a bar in Leicester Square and ordered drinks and some chips, to munch on (I guess that’s kind of obvious isn’t it, not like we were going to write a book with them) but they were not very nice at all, it wasn’t helped by the waitress dropping the mayo all over the table. So we sat and chatted, it was nice to see that she was talking about a whole range of topics with us rather than how can she get a man. But we have agreed to go on a speed dating thing with her one day as I am not convinced that she is going about this man hunt (where men really are prey) in the correct way. I am beginning to think maybe a turkey bester would be a good investment for her
does. P hadn’t seen her for a while as last time we met up he was working. We met at a bar in Leicester Square and ordered drinks and some chips, to munch on (I guess that’s kind of obvious isn’t it, not like we were going to write a book with them) but they were not very nice at all, it wasn’t helped by the waitress dropping the mayo all over the table. So we sat and chatted, it was nice to see that she was talking about a whole range of topics with us rather than how can she get a man. But we have agreed to go on a speed dating thing with her one day as I am not convinced that she is going about this man hunt (where men really are prey) in the correct way. I am beginning to think maybe a turkey bester would be a good investment for her After the bar we headed to China Town to eat before going onto Friendly Society, oh how I do like that place, and we actually got good seats for a change, it was rather early I have to say. So we sat, we chilled, we chatted. It seems she has taken my advice on board as she wasn’t constantly scanning the room, a bit like a CCTV in a rather down market pound shop, looking for men to lure. Quite a good job really as it was a gay bar! But for all my teasing it is always a delight to see the wee little lady as she is lovely. She moves next week to Putney so it will be difficult to see her, we all know there are no underground trains south and cabs wont go there, also my minders wont dare venture south. Still am sure we can try to get there somehow.
After I had been to Torture on Monday I decided that it had been a long time since I had fish and chips, after my attempt on New Years eve to go get some. So I called our best friend up and said I was going to walk with Milo up the canal, round Victoria Park and to the fish and chip shop, oh I want to come he says. So I get my coat, scarf, gloves and
thermal long Johns on, wrap the little rat up in his parka and off we go. The canal was frozen over and Rat Boy found it highly amusing to almost give me a heart attack by going on the ice to see what it was and could he eat it. It was nerve racking as each time he jumped on I was convinced he was going to fall through it. So we had to make sure that he wasn’t allowed near the canal but stayed to the right of it. Then my friend started whining about how he was cold and why we walking so far and cant we walk faster, so much for the northerners being immune to cold weather. When we eventually got to the fish and chip shop, which was open that day, I asked the friend to go in as they wouldn’t let Milo in, bloody gits that they are. He came out and handed the carton to me, and to my dismay the chips were only luke warm, are you seeing the bad luck I had with chips the past week? So in the shop I went (leaving a distraught Milo with my friend, distraught not because of cold or me walking away but because the chips were walking away with me) and said to the server that the chips were only luke warm, I am guessing that English is not her first language as she didn’t understand what I meant until I said ‘they are not hot’. What is happening when someone who has direct contact with customers cant understand English, in a bloody fish and chip shop for heavens sake. Anyway I got fresh ones then on the bus we got to go home, with a moaning friend in tow and a jumping Rat attempting to get chips.
thermal long Johns on, wrap the little rat up in his parka and off we go. The canal was frozen over and Rat Boy found it highly amusing to almost give me a heart attack by going on the ice to see what it was and could he eat it. It was nerve racking as each time he jumped on I was convinced he was going to fall through it. So we had to make sure that he wasn’t allowed near the canal but stayed to the right of it. Then my friend started whining about how he was cold and why we walking so far and cant we walk faster, so much for the northerners being immune to cold weather. When we eventually got to the fish and chip shop, which was open that day, I asked the friend to go in as they wouldn’t let Milo in, bloody gits that they are. He came out and handed the carton to me, and to my dismay the chips were only luke warm, are you seeing the bad luck I had with chips the past week? So in the shop I went (leaving a distraught Milo with my friend, distraught not because of cold or me walking away but because the chips were walking away with me) and said to the server that the chips were only luke warm, I am guessing that English is not her first language as she didn’t understand what I meant until I said ‘they are not hot’. What is happening when someone who has direct contact with customers cant understand English, in a bloody fish and chip shop for heavens sake. Anyway I got fresh ones then on the bus we got to go home, with a moaning friend in tow and a jumping Rat attempting to get chips. 
Tuesday was pretty quiet, well quiet in the sense I didn’t have too many plans, on the other hand it was rather noisy, T had very kindly said she will come with me to get some fish (not the edible type, well I suppose they are if you’re a cat, but then you wouldn’t be reading this would you as you would be scared away reading about Milo) she couldn’t find anything to get me for my birthday (I cant se why as I am not at all fussy and am easily pleased!!!) so wanted to get a couple of fish. I had at this point better give some background before you think why the hell would anyone think of that. I had told her that after my last fish died I was changing the aquarium to a cold water one and putting those lovely Chinese (they don’t it turns out speak Cantonese so cant order food for me) goldfish in it. We went to the shop and spent quite some time getting the fish, and a couple of rocks, and I am loving the fish, they are so cool, so a massive thank you to T.Yesterday was my birthday and I have to say that P often shows just how good he is to me & how lucky I am but 
yesterday he excelled himself. We chilled in the morning, literally as I took the Rat out in the
freezing cold. Then we got ready and he hadn’t told me what we were doing (how he managed to keep it all a secret and from me is astounding as I generally am so nosey that I find things out, also I have this ability to nag, and nag and moan until he gives in and tells me) so we went off to the bus stop, where we met T, Tranny and the lady that drinks bloody Martini (thankfully we were not embarrassed as she has, wisely, switched to Vodka) so that was nice. We went to Covent Garden and to a really nice fish restaurant, it is really nice and the food was really good (few too many ‘really’ there?) I would definitely go again. They told me we were going to see Dirty Dancing at the theatre, so me being ever grateful was saying ‘why, do you think I want to see that, would have preferred Oliver’ gracious to the end I am. So whilst I was going on about this Martini and T were calling me lots of colourful names (I believe they were talking in Cockney).
yesterday he excelled himself. We chilled in the morning, literally as I took the Rat out in the freezing cold. Then we got ready and he hadn’t told me what we were doing (how he managed to keep it all a secret and from me is astounding as I generally am so nosey that I find things out, also I have this ability to nag, and nag and moan until he gives in and tells me) so we went off to the bus stop, where we met T, Tranny and the lady that drinks bloody Martini (thankfully we were not embarrassed as she has, wisely, switched to Vodka) so that was nice. We went to Covent Garden and to a really nice fish restaurant, it is really nice and the food was really good (few too many ‘really’ there?) I would definitely go again. They told me we were going to see Dirty Dancing at the theatre, so me being ever grateful was saying ‘why, do you think I want to see that, would have preferred Oliver’ gracious to the end I am. So whilst I was going on about this Martini and T were calling me lots of colourful names (I believe they were talking in Cockney). P led us to Leicester Square, well his sense of direction isn’t always that great so he said we needed to get the tickets 
from there and how do we get there so I led the way (T, Martini & Tranny too busy acting like old women and talking about whatever women talk about). When we got to Leicester Square led
us to a karaoke place where you hire a room. I will be the first to admit I though ‘what the fuck’ (see I can speak cockney too sometimes) and ‘why’ but then one by one my friends turned up, the whole cast of my blog in fact: our best friend, the ginger Canadian (poor guy), farter in cinemas, buzzy, T, Martini, Tranny. It was fantastic and I had a great time, after the initial shock of going to a karaoke place it was brilliant of P and he surpassed himself, he had arranged it all and got this fabulous cake from a shop I always wanted to try. So I had an awesome birthday evening and would like to publically here thank P for all the work he put in to make it special. And a thank you to those who came, I am grateful, it was such a great evening.
from there and how do we get there so I led the way (T, Martini & Tranny too busy acting like old women and talking about whatever women talk about). When we got to Leicester Square led us to a karaoke place where you hire a room. I will be the first to admit I though ‘what the fuck’ (see I can speak cockney too sometimes) and ‘why’ but then one by one my friends turned up, the whole cast of my blog in fact: our best friend, the ginger Canadian (poor guy), farter in cinemas, buzzy, T, Martini, Tranny. It was fantastic and I had a great time, after the initial shock of going to a karaoke place it was brilliant of P and he surpassed himself, he had arranged it all and got this fabulous cake from a shop I always wanted to try. So I had an awesome birthday evening and would like to publically here thank P for all the work he put in to make it special. And a thank you to those who came, I am grateful, it was such a great evening.I have been miserable this week as there has been no BOOM!! Withdrawal, cold turkey, longings, yearnings for the bouncy beats have been coursing through my system and I have been left destitute without it. So go subscribe as the more of us that get to enjoy the ecstatic sounds the more pressure Chuckles has to get his bony American (aww poor love) ass into the studio.
With the snow on the ground little Stan and Sid (this morning we decided it stands for Super Idiotic Dog) have been bouncing around all the more and having fun with Milo. I have been off work so they have got to play more and I have had the dubious pleasure of seeing T, though her taste in hats leaves me blinded by the brightness and old fashioned thing that looks like a Day-Glo bird on acid has shit on her head. But as always a big hello to her, and a tiny peck on her frozen cheek.
Same time next week? Okay cool see you here then,, will pine for you in the meantime.
Dr Gone & Catch Ups
by Matt on Jan.06, 2010, under Blogs
And so we venture forth into a new month, a new year, a new decade, and a new blog entry, I know which I find most exciting.
The new year got off to a terrible start for me, it was one of the saddest days I can remember in a 
long time. I was practically crying and heart broken, I would never believe
that a new year could be so upsetting. It was David Tennants last ever Dr Who, when he looked to the camera and said those, what will be, immortal words ‘I don’t want to go’ a nation, neigh a planet, well in his case planets all swelled the atmospheres with the cries of don’t go, stay, we all want you to stay. But alas it was not to be, for then he had bright light and fire cascading from his trouser legs and sleeves (I would love a suit that did that) and he re-generated, into a charlatan, a pretender, someone who cannot fill his shoes, who will never make the role his own as David Tennant has. Maybe I should think about therapy for this obsession?
long time. I was practically crying and heart broken, I would never believe that a new year could be so upsetting. It was David Tennants last ever Dr Who, when he looked to the camera and said those, what will be, immortal words ‘I don’t want to go’ a nation, neigh a planet, well in his case planets all swelled the atmospheres with the cries of don’t go, stay, we all want you to stay. But alas it was not to be, for then he had bright light and fire cascading from his trouser legs and sleeves (I would love a suit that did that) and he re-generated, into a charlatan, a pretender, someone who cannot fill his shoes, who will never make the role his own as David Tennant has. Maybe I should think about therapy for this obsession?Back to the real world we come then (by way of the Tardis?). Last Wednesday I managed to catch up with a really good friend who I had not seen for ages, completely her fault of course as she neglected me and was a out of communication. So anyway we met up and first of all went to the
movies, which is always fun. After the movie we decided to go catch up so headed across the road to Tiger Tiger (that is not a typo, the place really is called Tiger twice). There we managed to get through a bottle of red wine whilst my friend gawped, swooned, and leached after a number of men, she so hates being single. But in my opinion (which of course I gave her) she cannot be happy with a man until she is happy with herself and she needs to be patient. Either that or shag every man that moves and hope that the laws of probability chuck one that will last. At lease that avenue is fun and will save her a fortune in batteries. My apologies in advance to her mum
movies, which is always fun. After the movie we decided to go catch up so headed across the road to Tiger Tiger (that is not a typo, the place really is called Tiger twice). There we managed to get through a bottle of red wine whilst my friend gawped, swooned, and leached after a number of men, she so hates being single. But in my opinion (which of course I gave her) she cannot be happy with a man until she is happy with herself and she needs to be patient. Either that or shag every man that moves and hope that the laws of probability chuck one that will last. At lease that avenue is fun and will save her a fortune in batteries. My apologies in advance to her mum Last Thursday was as I am sure even the dimmest of you (you know who you are) will know was New Years Eve, that Little P was working in the daytime so I used the time to take the Rat for a little walk, well a rather long one. I had this idea that I would walk up the canal, he likes that walk, then round Victoria Park to the fish and chip shop (they do the very best ones I have tasted, well apart from the place in Bideford, they do the best I have ever tasted) so I walked, leaving a trail of saliva as I imagined my tasty feast at the end. Milo was excited too as I had promised him some fish and a couple of chips so he was bouncing along with the joys of a an obese teenager in McDonalds. So we both relished the walk and enjoyed the crisp weather knowing that there was light at the end of the tunnel. I also had to go get a few bits from a Supermarket (how I loath the places) afterwards so was dreading that but new the fish and chips would fortify me. When we got there the Rat howled and pulled and almost fell with disappointment, I fell and thumped the ground screaming in desperation, the fucking place was closed. How dare they, do they not know how much we had looked forward to that. So I met my best friend at canary Wharf and he looked after the Rat whilst I ventured into Waitrose (other supermarkets are available though are also inferior) and with my mood as it was set about trying to get a few bits in-between cursing and swearing at the twats that kept using their trolleys as if they were battering rams on a Viking rampage.
I am afraid there are no stories of debauchery, decadence and messy instances from New Years Eve as P, the Rat, our best friend and I stayed in to celebrate it quietly. Three things prompted this, the freezing arctic like conditions, the fact that Rat Boy hates and is scared of the fireworks and the fact that P had been working all day so was a tad tired!
Saturday I was at the salon. Which as you know I totally enjoy. I was putting together a Newsletter last week, which I thoroughly enjoyed, I am just awaiting to be sent articles and then it can go live, I will be doing one each month, if anyone wants to go on the distribution list just let me know.
Sunday a old friend (in both senses of the word) came round to see us, in fact I think I have mentioned him recently, the ginger Canadian one, poor unfortunate chap, I do feel for him. Any way he was two hours late (I will amend, I don’t feel that much that I won’t bitch about the tardiness which I find inconsiderate and rude, and especially from someone who is ginger) and then said ooohhh lets go to Blue water, because everyone knows how much I love wandering round a shopping mall full of chavs in their Primark clothes and getting pushed by the crowds of unwashed. So into the bean can on wheels if his we got and off he set, at a speed that left not so much a trail of dust but more a trail of traffic behind him. I had said on several occasions, and quite loudly that I am sure it would be closed by the time we got there (sometime the next day with the speed he was going). Did he heed my words, did he think why is all the traffic going the opposite way, why of course not he is ginger. We get there, hazard a guess as to what we encountered? It was closed, as I had predicted, so we had to pedal all the way home again in his Flintstones car, to pick up P, who had by this time got home, bathed, dressed, done his hair, written a book or two! We then headed to the O2 centre to have dinner, which was jolly nice I have to say as we went to a Chinese buffet that is really nice.
Yesterday after work I went to the movies with a good friend so that was good, although the movie wasn’t! This evening P and I are out for a drink with a tranny, I am determined not to drink though as really need to have a few days detox.
And did you hear the New Years eve BOOM!!!!!???? It was amazingly bouncy and groovy funky chair dancing cool. Although why Chuckles the Frisbee has started to do it on a Wednesday I am yet to ascertain, I know he is American but I was sure that he could tell which day was which, though he could have his vision clouded by the trauma of David Tennant leaving Dr Who. Anyways whatever BOOM! is still on top form and well worth subscribing to, what have you got to lose, nothing as its free, what have you got to gain, a fabulous sound experience.
And of course we cannot have a entry without mentioning T. Well we could but then I would get terrible ear ache and nagged halfway to death. So its a big hello to T and her zoo of untrained, uncouth, badly behaved zoo, which seems to be ever growing.
Until next week I will pine for you, have a lovely week. But please do not mention the snow, I am sick and tired of hearing about it.
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