Archive for February 3rd, 2010
Torture, Walking & BOOM!
by Matt on Feb.03, 2010, under Blogs
Here we are again, we meet again, hello, welcome to this weeks blog, very good to see you here indeed.
Last Thursday was rather delightful as P & I went with the tranny to the Thai cafe that we know. It
was a good evening with the food being as good as ever. At one point I said to the waitress that the tranny was my mum, to which the waitress screeched ‘your mum’ and walked away laughing, so much for naive old ladies!!! Then the tranny decided that she liked one of the kitchen guys so proceeded to terrorise him, well I call it terrorise, she calls it flirting. Its a bit like saying that Simon Cowell has a little bit of a styling issue! So all in all we had a splendid evening, especially as a proportion of it was talking about the trannys new tits that she is going to have fitted, delightful over dinner conversation.
was a good evening with the food being as good as ever. At one point I said to the waitress that the tranny was my mum, to which the waitress screeched ‘your mum’ and walked away laughing, so much for naive old ladies!!! Then the tranny decided that she liked one of the kitchen guys so proceeded to terrorise him, well I call it terrorise, she calls it flirting. Its a bit like saying that Simon Cowell has a little bit of a styling issue! So all in all we had a splendid evening, especially as a proportion of it was talking about the trannys new tits that she is going to have fitted, delightful over dinner conversation.Saturday morning saw me peddling my way to the torture chamber, otherwise known as the gym. Why is it that when you go to a gym the person on reception always says ‘have a good/nice/whatever workout’ are they crazy, demented, delusional or all of the above? I mean how can anyone enjoy going to the gym where you torture yourself or a trainer tortures you. I personally loathe the place but what am I to do, if I don’t go I become an even fatter pig like being than I already am, and that would mean having the doors at home made bigger. In fact the only thing that makes the place tolerable is BOOM!, I love getting on the treadmill and listening to the tracks that Chuckles plays and his banter (that’s what he calls it, whittering in my ear I cal it), its really motivating and the only problem I find is nearly falling off the equipment as I attempt to jig along to the music.
Our best friend had been away last week so the little Rat had not had a long walk for a large part of the week, he had just had his little ones in the morning and evening. So Saturday afternoon I 
decided to take him on a long walk up the canal, which is a walk that he enjoys, well lets face facts he enjoys any walk where he can play with other dogs, walk off the lead sticking his nose in every nook and cranny and generally making a nuisance of himself. So Milo and I walked all the way up the canal to Victoria Park, which I wanted to walk past and go in on the way back, Milo however had another idea altogether so went running into the park to play with another dog. Its amazing hoe when he is playing it seems to render him deaf as he doesn’t hear me calling, doesn’t affect his eyesight and sense of smell though as the second I get a treat out of my pocket there he is in front of me sitting waiting for the treat! I hadn’t had breakfast so by this point was a little hungry (okay being a fat git I was a lot hungry), so onwards I walked and he trotted, ran and bounded. Unfortunately by the time we got there all the stalls etc were closing so I traipsed all up the place for nothing as couldn’t find anything at all to eat, good for my diet, bad for my hunger. So we started to head back. But on the plus side at least Milo had a good run out and enjoyed himself, as he told me repeatedly on the way home.
decided to take him on a long walk up the canal, which is a walk that he enjoys, well lets face facts he enjoys any walk where he can play with other dogs, walk off the lead sticking his nose in every nook and cranny and generally making a nuisance of himself. So Milo and I walked all the way up the canal to Victoria Park, which I wanted to walk past and go in on the way back, Milo however had another idea altogether so went running into the park to play with another dog. Its amazing hoe when he is playing it seems to render him deaf as he doesn’t hear me calling, doesn’t affect his eyesight and sense of smell though as the second I get a treat out of my pocket there he is in front of me sitting waiting for the treat! I hadn’t had breakfast so by this point was a little hungry (okay being a fat git I was a lot hungry), so onwards I walked and he trotted, ran and bounded. Unfortunately by the time we got there all the stalls etc were closing so I traipsed all up the place for nothing as couldn’t find anything at all to eat, good for my diet, bad for my hunger. So we started to head back. But on the plus side at least Milo had a good run out and enjoyed himself, as he told me repeatedly on the way home.I was back at the torture chamber on Sunday morning as I moaned and groaned my way through a workout, swearing and cursing like a mad old drunk. Probably looked a lot like one as well. Still as I say if I will stuff my face as if I am in a pie eating competition determined to win the prize then I must face the consequences!!!
In the afternoon my very good, but hung-over, friend came over for the afternoon as we had planned. I ask you this, if you are going to see a friend on a Sunday do you really go out drinking on a Saturday night knowing that you are a light weight who suffers from hangovers? No is the answer
by the way. This is especially true if the friend you are going to visit will not show any regard for your sore, and self inflicted, head, who will rather enjoy mentioning the fact that its all your fault and that you shouldn’t go out when have appointments at every given opportunity. But nonetheless I do agree that it was really good to see her and catch up, we also watched a really good DVD as well, let me clarify that I watched it whilst she lazed around complaining about her hangover, ironically that was the movie as well. After that P got back we were supposed to go to cinema but our hung-over and debauched friend said she wasn’t up to it so instead we went for dinner (where she managed to drink more wine) at the Prospect, which as you all know I like, especially the onion rings, they are so delicious.
by the way. This is especially true if the friend you are going to visit will not show any regard for your sore, and self inflicted, head, who will rather enjoy mentioning the fact that its all your fault and that you shouldn’t go out when have appointments at every given opportunity. But nonetheless I do agree that it was really good to see her and catch up, we also watched a really good DVD as well, let me clarify that I watched it whilst she lazed around complaining about her hangover, ironically that was the movie as well. After that P got back we were supposed to go to cinema but our hung-over and debauched friend said she wasn’t up to it so instead we went for dinner (where she managed to drink more wine) at the Prospect, which as you all know I like, especially the onion rings, they are so delicious.Yesterday I had to leave work early as our best friend had some minor surgery done and needed to be picked up. So I went to the most confusing hospital in the world, St Bartholomew’s, to be sent round 2 different wards, in two different buildings to find him. I then sat with him until he was allowed to go, got him into a taxi and got him home where I looked after him, which is highly unlike me as I tend to sit there demanding, rather like a bloated oaf, coffee and stuff. I am sure that my Karma is now fully loaded for a good life!!!!!
BOOM! was absolutely amazing this week, its always awesome but Chuckles Frisbee excelled himself this week. He has this new competition you can all take part in, you need to take a picture of yourself with a bit of paper or something in your hand saying ‘I listen to Boom!’ and send it to me. So get those pictures taken and send them please, you all know the email address. But listen to the amazingly jig worthy BOOM! as well.
I have only seen T briefly this week. At the weekend on Saturday I was late taking Milo out and on 
Sunday she was hung-over (seemed rather rampant that day want it) so she was lazing about in bed when she should have been walking her dogs, poor little Milo missed her. And then last night I was out walking him when guess who walked past me and ignored me, I mean ignoring the best friend who is also a delight and a wonder to behold, sod the Archbishop of Canterbury when you can have an audience with me. Yes it was T, marching on the path, she had been to see the trannys tits, I ask you.
Sunday she was hung-over (seemed rather rampant that day want it) so she was lazing about in bed when she should have been walking her dogs, poor little Milo missed her. And then last night I was out walking him when guess who walked past me and ignored me, I mean ignoring the best friend who is also a delight and a wonder to behold, sod the Archbishop of Canterbury when you can have an audience with me. Yes it was T, marching on the path, she had been to see the trannys tits, I ask you. So everyone nice to see you as it always is, don’t forget to listen and subscribe to BOOM! and to send the pictures to me, see you next week, I will long for you in the meantime.
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