Archive for April, 2010
Park and Buzzing About
by Matt on Apr.28, 2010, under Blogs
I am sitting writing this in my office, which is west facing and its boiling here. Got good view though as my window looks over Abercrombie & Fitch so I get to see lots of nice looking people, and Bond Street… Fabulous.
Last Thursday after work it was a lovely day so I took the little Rat to the park. One of the downsides to working is that I don’t get enough time to spend just relaxing and sitting in the 
park the way I use to. Not to mention playing with the Rat. It was really nice to just chill out and play ball and chase with him. My best friend came and it was quite amusing as Milo is very well behaved and does whatever I tell him to, but with Dave he just ignores him and walks all over him. I would call and he would come running, admittedly he expects a treat for doing so but he comes nonetheless. Dave called him and he looks up, sees its Dave calling and just settles back down to continue chewing the ball, dreamtime, aimlessly looking about, anything except doing as Dave has asked him to, its quite comical to see them both as Milo certainly rules the roost when Dave is there.
park the way I use to. Not to mention playing with the Rat. It was really nice to just chill out and play ball and chase with him. My best friend came and it was quite amusing as Milo is very well behaved and does whatever I tell him to, but with Dave he just ignores him and walks all over him. I would call and he would come running, admittedly he expects a treat for doing so but he comes nonetheless. Dave called him and he looks up, sees its Dave calling and just settles back down to continue chewing the ball, dreamtime, aimlessly looking about, anything except doing as Dave has asked him to, its quite comical to see them both as Milo certainly rules the roost when Dave is there.In the evening P & I had to go to a local old peoples centre for the St Georges day party. I had a had a hard day at 
work, was quite tired and not at all in the mood for it but we had promised people we would go so off we went. And I wish we hadn’t bothered really as it was pretty dull. But P enjoyed himself so that made it all worth while really. I do admit that it was great to see all the old people having a laugh and really enjoying themselves, one old lady was twisting and jiving and it was a amazing sight as she did it so well. There was a raffle and P was happy as he won a T Shirt, with England on it, it was rapidly given away but at least he won something. I am rather pleased that he had made me something to eat before we left home as I never really like the food at those places, all whelks and smelly food.
work, was quite tired and not at all in the mood for it but we had promised people we would go so off we went. And I wish we hadn’t bothered really as it was pretty dull. But P enjoyed himself so that made it all worth while really. I do admit that it was great to see all the old people having a laugh and really enjoying themselves, one old lady was twisting and jiving and it was a amazing sight as she did it so well. There was a raffle and P was happy as he won a T Shirt, with England on it, it was rapidly given away but at least he won something. I am rather pleased that he had made me something to eat before we left home as I never really like the food at those places, all whelks and smelly food. Friday evening we were supposed to go to Prospect of Whitby for a St Georges pie and mash,
but P being rather the classy person that he is decided he would rather go elsewhere so off to River View we went, which of course is much nicer than pie, mash and a pint of lager, just because we live in the east end that doesn’t mean we have to eat the east end cuisine, if that’s the word for it. Had a really nice bottle of wine whilst we were there. Was good to sit just the two of us and eat whilst we chatted, I had a lovely time and it made all the difference, as P was paying!
but P being rather the classy person that he is decided he would rather go elsewhere so off to River View we went, which of course is much nicer than pie, mash and a pint of lager, just because we live in the east end that doesn’t mean we have to eat the east end cuisine, if that’s the word for it. Had a really nice bottle of wine whilst we were there. Was good to sit just the two of us and eat whilst we chatted, I had a lovely time and it made all the difference, as P was paying!Saturday morning P was working so I had arranged to meet a friend for a coffee in Canary Wharf, I do like it there, well to be honest I hate it in the week as it is full of bankers (that was supposed to be a B but admittedly a W would fit equally well) who push past everyone and are quite rude, no wonder the country is in such a mess with people who are that arrogant and rude yet have no reason to be, overseeing our finances. But anyway back to my coffee (its would have gone cold after all my ranting, thank heavens I chose iced coffee). So we sat there chatting whilst I did my usual people watching bit looking around and giving my expert opinion on all and sundry and explaining what they looked like.
I then met P at home as we were going to the west end to shop and to meet that Buzzy. P & Buzzy wanted to look at the shops as they were going out that evening, I had decided that I needed a night in to relax, though how I expected to do that with the Rat Boy there demanding attention and walks and playing constantly I hadn’t quite worked out as yet. Anyway back to the shops, round we went and round again, P had a great time as Buzzy was willing to go to all 
the shops he wanted to and even try things on with him, oh the joy, I had a great time standing around watching and having to man handle this massive suitcase that Buzzy had brought (she was staying the night at our place but the case looked as if she was moving in, she could have in fact lived in the case it was that big). Whilst they spent a couple of hours in Boots I went and looked at this cookie shop (yum yum they are) and bought a load, forgetting (how I could when she mentions it every 5 minutes I cannot fathom) that Buzzy cant eat nuts, or anything that has been within 2 miles of nuts (she manages quite nicely with the male variety though I am told) so I had all these cookies and only P and I to eat them, the torture of it! We then went to this nice Chinese place round the corner to get something to eat and it was jolly nice, a place called Echkai, or something like that, so go if you’re passing. P and I ate what we wanted and Buzzy chose her no nuts or fish meal, a lettuce leaf I believe its called.
the shops he wanted to and even try things on with him, oh the joy, I had a great time standing around watching and having to man handle this massive suitcase that Buzzy had brought (she was staying the night at our place but the case looked as if she was moving in, she could have in fact lived in the case it was that big). Whilst they spent a couple of hours in Boots I went and looked at this cookie shop (yum yum they are) and bought a load, forgetting (how I could when she mentions it every 5 minutes I cannot fathom) that Buzzy cant eat nuts, or anything that has been within 2 miles of nuts (she manages quite nicely with the male variety though I am told) so I had all these cookies and only P and I to eat them, the torture of it! We then went to this nice Chinese place round the corner to get something to eat and it was jolly nice, a place called Echkai, or something like that, so go if you’re passing. P and I ate what we wanted and Buzzy chose her no nuts or fish meal, a lettuce leaf I believe its called.They then spent half a day getting ready back at the flat, to go out. How the hell can it take two people three days 
to get ready, the place was like a backstage section of a fashion show, clothes everywhere, lots of giggling, lots of ‘you look fantastic’ ‘oh you are great’ as well as Buzzy pulling things out of the tea chest she called a suit case as if it were the Tardis. Then after about four hours they appeared, and yes okay I am man enough to admit they looked fantastic and lovely, and all without any surgery, or none that I know of. After the environmental health team had cleared up the debris of their preparations they headed on out and tell me had a wonderful time. And….. P chatted to this guy for Buzzy and they chatted to each other though not for long as its kind of hard to talk with some random mans tongue stuck down your throat playing tonsil tennis, the dirty bitch, so Buzzy was Buzzing about. When they came back they were both terribly drunk, P on alcohol and Buzzy I would imaging on alcohol 
she had consumed and the fumes from the guy. P was nice and considerate and crept around washing and stuff so as not to disturb me, whilst Buzzy fell on my bed, proceeded to wrap her arms around me and drawl how much of a good time she had (and from the sound of it how much of a good time girl she was), so am pleased that they had a good time, as I also did as watched a great DVD, cuddled up with the Rat.
to get ready, the place was like a backstage section of a fashion show, clothes everywhere, lots of giggling, lots of ‘you look fantastic’ ‘oh you are great’ as well as Buzzy pulling things out of the tea chest she called a suit case as if it were the Tardis. Then after about four hours they appeared, and yes okay I am man enough to admit they looked fantastic and lovely, and all without any surgery, or none that I know of. After the environmental health team had cleared up the debris of their preparations they headed on out and tell me had a wonderful time. And….. P chatted to this guy for Buzzy and they chatted to each other though not for long as its kind of hard to talk with some random mans tongue stuck down your throat playing tonsil tennis, the dirty bitch, so Buzzy was Buzzing about. When they came back they were both terribly drunk, P on alcohol and Buzzy I would imaging on alcohol she had consumed and the fumes from the guy. P was nice and considerate and crept around washing and stuff so as not to disturb me, whilst Buzzy fell on my bed, proceeded to wrap her arms around me and drawl how much of a good time she had (and from the sound of it how much of a good time girl she was), so am pleased that they had a good time, as I also did as watched a great DVD, cuddled up with the Rat.On Sunday we headed out as Buzzy had a hangover (now there’s a surprise) which as it was self inflicted (and indeed inflicted upon me) I had absolutely no sympathy for. We ended up at 
gauchos, sitting outside until the two hung over miscreants got cold (they do say excessive alcohol will thin your blood, theirs must have been like water) so we ended up inside, where one of the waitresses looked like Annie Lennox (I declared this a little to loud and she heard me, apparently Buzzy’s mum knows Annie Lennox’s mum, how fucking cool is that.back again, and though I would never admit it to her face it was great to spend time with Buzzy, even better to sit and watch her cope with a hang over, insisting that wine was good for a hang over, I guess its a Scottish thing!!! The food was amazing and yes I admit I also enjoyed the wine as did P who gets tipsy on a glass of shandy so was all merry again (I love seeing him happy as he has the most amazing smile). Then we got Buzzy off home after she had said a fond farewell to rat Boy and a piss off to me with a hug to P.
gauchos, sitting outside until the two hung over miscreants got cold (they do say excessive alcohol will thin your blood, theirs must have been like water) so we ended up inside, where one of the waitresses looked like Annie Lennox (I declared this a little to loud and she heard me, apparently Buzzy’s mum knows Annie Lennox’s mum, how fucking cool is that.back again, and though I would never admit it to her face it was great to spend time with Buzzy, even better to sit and watch her cope with a hang over, insisting that wine was good for a hang over, I guess its a Scottish thing!!! The food was amazing and yes I admit I also enjoyed the wine as did P who gets tipsy on a glass of shandy so was all merry again (I love seeing him happy as he has the most amazing smile). Then we got Buzzy off home after she had said a fond farewell to rat Boy and a piss off to me with a hug to P.Monday I resumed the torture routine and have to say the instructor and music was rather fine so I actually quite enjoyed it, but she was one of those instructors who has you sitting, the crouching, then standing, all on the bike, so I ended up with chaffing on my butt from the saddle and my shorts, no a t all pleasant I have to say.
And this morning was amazing, I was listening to the best music radio station in the solar system, neigh the universe, BOOM! and it was awesome, it kicked the hell out of my sleepiness and had me actually enjoying going on the Tube, its astoundingly fantastic music with the dulcet tones of Chuckles the Frisbee Bibee in your ears, go get it now at iTunes or www.bohica2k.com
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See you next week lovies, am off to theatre (to see a play not a surgical theatre) this evening so getting in the mood sweeties.
Dinner, Drinks and Tranny’s
by Matt on Apr.21, 2010, under Blogs
This morning was good, the sun was out and the beginning of the latest BOOM! was outstanding, the mix was awesome, it had be tapping my feet, which made me look an idiot as I was walking, I was fighting the urge to sing along and grab a chair so could chair dance.
As its been really sunny this week so spent as much time out the flat as possible, Rat Boy love it as it means he gets a lot more walks and to play with other dogs. Oh how sunny has it been here in London, it is amazing. And there is nothing better then not dreading going out because of the weather.
Last Thursday lunchtime I met an old friend, in every sense of the word, for lunch, so we went to the fish and chip place that I love. I had some old shirts that I didn’t want so was being very lovely, kind and a wonderful friends and giving them to him. Was very good to catch up and see what he had been up to, though it turns out all he is doing is working, what a dull life.
In the evening I met P & Buzzy for dinner, had a great evening but was a palaver to get there. We had arranged to meet at London Bridge, as ever I was there on time and first so stood by the main entrance reading my book. I got the inevitable call from Buzzy, where are you, oh I
cant see you, I told her I was by the main entrance so she headed there, and walked straight past me not seeing me, so she rang me again, and categorically told me I was not by the main entrance, she said this as she saw me!!!! Her sense of direction is the worse I have ever known. With P running a close second as then he calls, where are you, how do I get there!! Once we had all met up, or rather they had managed to find their way to the main entrance of the station, we headed off to Borough, I had the directions so that we didn’t end up on Brighton pier. Buzzy I her wisdom had chosen a restaurant where they don’t take reservations, the place looked lovely, but not lovely enough that I wanted to stand around for 45 minutes waiting for a table, so we said we would come back.
cant see you, I told her I was by the main entrance so she headed there, and walked straight past me not seeing me, so she rang me again, and categorically told me I was not by the main entrance, she said this as she saw me!!!! Her sense of direction is the worse I have ever known. With P running a close second as then he calls, where are you, how do I get there!! Once we had all met up, or rather they had managed to find their way to the main entrance of the station, we headed off to Borough, I had the directions so that we didn’t end up on Brighton pier. Buzzy I her wisdom had chosen a restaurant where they don’t take reservations, the place looked lovely, but not lovely enough that I wanted to stand around for 45 minutes waiting for a table, so we said we would come back.We went over the road to a place called Wine Wharf to see what it was like. It looked okay so we got a table. We looked at the menu, we decided to order a bottle of wine (well it is called Wine Wharf), and perused the menu, and all decided the steak sounded nice, and had no nuts in! So the waitress came over, and was French (after last week this was not the best of starts), she understood the wine order which was good, but made a right mess of the food order. She came back and informed us, in that French way, that there was no steak left, how can there be no steak left, how mad is that, mad cow! So we being the patient and understanding lot that we are said cancel, well if I am honest that Buzzy did, in a rather officious way I have to say, the order. Two minutes later the manager came to our table, I was in the loo (why do I miss all the excitement and more to the point grovelling) and assured us the beef dish was just as tasty and offered us free bead and olives, so we decided to be magnanimous and stay. Jolly pleased we were to with our decision as the manager was really attentive and we had a great time, no nut seizures though so no fun in that respect. Buzzy was on jolly good form and bough P a lovely T Shirt for his birthday. Oh how much better it is to see her now that she doesn’t spend the entire time talking about men and how to ensnare one, it is now a complete pleasure to see her sitting there all vibrant, or vibrating!
Saturday daytime I was at the salon so that was good. There is a new Salon manager there now and I have to say it is a marked improvement as I get all the information that I need in good time now and she actually goes out of the office and talks to people which the old one never seemed to do. I am finding it far nicer place to be now, so hurrah all round I think.
Saturday evening I had arranged to meet a old friend who I use to work with. P was out with 
friends that he use to work with as well, how coincidental is that! My friend is from Leeds so I spent a good part of the evening saying pardon? I met him in Knightsbridge, and he had this big holdall with him so we went back to my flat to drop that off, and so I could change. We decided to go to the local gay bar (he is straight by the way, poor sod) and took the little Rat Boy with us. We had quite a nice time there, though we were the only two people in the bar, but it meant Milo had the place to run around to his hearts content and we got to chat. We then moved on to Bar 38, at west India Quay, on the way Milo was playing with this other dog (though technically Milo is a baby not dog) and when we got to the bar the doorman said we couldn’t sit in the outside part with Milo, so I said but we have before and just at that point the owner of the dog 
that Milo had been playing with walked past and said they can come ion, turns out he was the manager of the bar. So foes to show how influential my little Rat is. So we chilled, both metaphorically and physically as it got rather cold, but we managed to stay there for a few hours, Milo go more attention than we could ever hope to. My friend then wanted to go somewhere else so we went home for a glass of wine and to drop young Rat Boy off. I suggested the nearest place that was open late, it happens to be a tranny club, and he agreed, so off went to the tranny club. He said it was the first time that he had been to one, so was quite an eye opener for him. Had a good time though so that’s all good.
friends that he use to work with as well, how coincidental is that! My friend is from Leeds so I spent a good part of the evening saying pardon? I met him in Knightsbridge, and he had this big holdall with him so we went back to my flat to drop that off, and so I could change. We decided to go to the local gay bar (he is straight by the way, poor sod) and took the little Rat Boy with us. We had quite a nice time there, though we were the only two people in the bar, but it meant Milo had the place to run around to his hearts content and we got to chat. We then moved on to Bar 38, at west India Quay, on the way Milo was playing with this other dog (though technically Milo is a baby not dog) and when we got to the bar the doorman said we couldn’t sit in the outside part with Milo, so I said but we have before and just at that point the owner of the dog that Milo had been playing with walked past and said they can come ion, turns out he was the manager of the bar. So foes to show how influential my little Rat is. So we chilled, both metaphorically and physically as it got rather cold, but we managed to stay there for a few hours, Milo go more attention than we could ever hope to. My friend then wanted to go somewhere else so we went home for a glass of wine and to drop young Rat Boy off. I suggested the nearest place that was open late, it happens to be a tranny club, and he agreed, so off went to the tranny club. He said it was the first time that he had been to one, so was quite an eye opener for him. Had a good time though so that’s all good.Sunday morning I was up and walking Milo as ever whilst P was in bed and so was Walshy. Then when I came back P cooked us all a rather late but delicious breakfast before, in true northern spirit Walshy said that he wanted to go to the pub, despite the fact that his train left in ninety minutes. So off to the Prospect we went and had a rather enjoyable drink, though I being the only sensible one there didn’t partake in alcohol. We then dropped Walshy off at the DLR and told him he would be late, which he was and missed his train having to get the next one!!!!!
As ever a rather joyous and effervescent hello to the wonderfully delicious T, without whom the world would be a duller, though much quieter, place. We are out with her tomorrow so no doubts there will be stories here next week of her usual subtle but foul language.
Don’t forget BOOM!, you have to get it, music is never the same after hearing it as it is amazingly fabulous. Subscribe, its free so you have nothing to lose but everything to gain as its outstandingly amazing.
Bye bye until next week.
Vets, Groomers and Buzzing
by Matt on Apr.14, 2010, under Blogs
Hello there, how are we all? I know you’re excited as want to read this weeks entry, well who am I to keep you hanging on!
I have been spinning so much lately that I am dizzy, well more so than usual and in the physical way not the mental way. I am so wanting to lose some of the extra tonnage that I am going most evenings, sweating and heaving my way through the session, almost killing myself. I am sure that it must be dangerous at my age, and weight. But I hope I am losing some of the excess lubber. I have to say another way that its good for me is that this really fat woman goes and it makes me feel a whole lot better about myself, always someone worse off they say. the only problem is that if you are opposite her its hard not to laugh as when she spins its like a wave machine, all the layers wobble and quiver!!!!!
Last Thursday my eye started to hurt, it was really painful, it also irritated and when I went out in the light it kept twitching and shutting. For a brief moment I thought my dream had come true and I had turned into a vampire, but realised that cant be the case as I wasn’t burning up in the sun. Oh and the fact that vampires are unfortunately a work of fiction. So with that theory out the window (a bit like a bat) I decided that I had better get it seen to, so went to the opticians who were completely useless and suggested an eye test! So down to Boots I went, where they were more helpful and sold me eye drops but said if it doesn’t clear in a couple of hours go to the Eye hospital, in Bakers Street.
It didn’t clear so off I had to go to the twenty four hour walk in clinic, it specialises in eyes. I was expecting to be there for hours, oh thank heavens for FreeCell on my BlackBerry, but was pleasantly surprised when I was seen and out of there in about an hour. It turned out that I had a scratch on my eye and it had become infected, probably from where I put my lenses I and out. So I had to put drips in 6 times a day, the worse part was that I had to wear glasses and not lenses for six days. It was sunny last week (our one week per year quota no doubt) so I missed out on putting my sunglasses on for an extra pose.
Friday was little rats check up at the vet, or doggy doctor. He was his usual good self and walked in, after quite a wait I have to say, and went and sat straight on the scales (admittedly he expected a treat for doing this, but he expects a treat for almost everything he does). The little fat Boy has become like his daddy, a tub of lard, he has, so the vet says, put on five hundred grams in six weeks, so he has now been put on a diet. I have to say I am convinced it is Dave’s fault and not mine, or P’s, as he is far to soft with Rat Boy. So I informed the vet of this who insisted on telling Dave off, much to my glee and satisfaction, and telling him that he should do as I say as I am Rat Boys daddy. So Rat Boy has been miserable this weekend as keeps wanting treats and feeding. He has really been moaning on ‘daddy I think I am starving to death’s ‘Daddy if I turn sideways I will disappear at this rate’ ‘ohhhh the hunger is too much just finish me off quick’ he is so dramatic.
Life went from bad to worse for my little angel on Saturday morning. It was that time again, 
for his groom. He had a nine o’clock appointment so we set off, when we got to the pedestrian road that the groomers is in I let him off his lead, as he is usually such a little angel, but he is not at all daft and knew where we were, he ran to the end of the path and refused to come back, ‘you joking’ he said when I called him ’so that nasty man can put me I the bath and try to drown me’ he has a fear of water, well he is scared of most things (not at all pampered!) but water is one of his biggest
phobias. So I had to go and pick him up and take him into the groomers, where he decided to punish me by clawing his way up my chest so he was perching o my shoulder using his claws to keep himself steady!!! It turns out that the groomer has sold the business so Milo was his last victim, um client, which is a real; bugger as he has been grooming him since he was a little baby and Milo has got used to him, though he still stands there whimpering and crying his way through the process. I am dreading next month when it is someone new who does it. But as ever he looked so pretty after he had been groomed, and a dam better smelling as well as his fur was beginning to him a bit!!!!
for his groom. He had a nine o’clock appointment so we set off, when we got to the pedestrian road that the groomers is in I let him off his lead, as he is usually such a little angel, but he is not at all daft and knew where we were, he ran to the end of the path and refused to come back, ‘you joking’ he said when I called him ’so that nasty man can put me I the bath and try to drown me’ he has a fear of water, well he is scared of most things (not at all pampered!) but water is one of his biggest phobias. So I had to go and pick him up and take him into the groomers, where he decided to punish me by clawing his way up my chest so he was perching o my shoulder using his claws to keep himself steady!!! It turns out that the groomer has sold the business so Milo was his last victim, um client, which is a real; bugger as he has been grooming him since he was a little baby and Milo has got used to him, though he still stands there whimpering and crying his way through the process. I am dreading next month when it is someone new who does it. But as ever he looked so pretty after he had been groomed, and a dam better smelling as well as his fur was beginning to him a bit!!!!After inflicting the groomer on Milo I had to rush him back home, so he could spend his day chilling and sleeping as I had to go work in the salon. They have a new salon manager there so it was the first time I had et her, and I have to say that she is really nice and seems to know her stuff which is good as I liked the old one but it was like pulling teeth trying to get anything done there. So it looks like things will be running a lot smoother there now which helps. As I always do I had quite an enjoyable day there, I also have started cycling there so I get a bit of exercise into the bargain. The fat will fly off, well it will if I stop stuffing my fat mouth.
In the evening P was out with friends that he use to work with. He has changed branch and is now back to running one on his own, rather than sharing a big one as he was before. So the old 
branch had a night out and he was invited. So a friend had called me and asked if I wanted to go for a drink, which I said I would if was local. So we met and went to the queer bar near where I live, its nice to go there as they let Milo in. So I took him along, where he proceeded to terrorise the rest of the customers demanding attention and strutting around like the little lord muck he thinks he is, though he does get the attention I have to say,. It does mean its quite difficult to have a conversation as he is always jumping up on my lap and wanting a hug. But it was a really enjoyable way to spend an hour, I really should go there more often. The bar is quite nice, its not at all modern and is a little run down, but in that nice kind of way that gives it character, and it has a pool table which I am rubbish on but enjoy. In fact its the first bar that P and I went to together!!!
branch had a night out and he was invited. So a friend had called me and asked if I wanted to go for a drink, which I said I would if was local. So we met and went to the queer bar near where I live, its nice to go there as they let Milo in. So I took him along, where he proceeded to terrorise the rest of the customers demanding attention and strutting around like the little lord muck he thinks he is, though he does get the attention I have to say,. It does mean its quite difficult to have a conversation as he is always jumping up on my lap and wanting a hug. But it was a really enjoyable way to spend an hour, I really should go there more often. The bar is quite nice, its not at all modern and is a little run down, but in that nice kind of way that gives it character, and it has a pool table which I am rubbish on but enjoy. In fact its the first bar that P and I went to together!!!Sunday P and I met up with Buzzy, we hadn’t seen her for ages, guess her batteries were dead, so it was great to catch up. It was even better that it was nice and relaxing as she has, or so it appears, stopped looking for men every second of the day, I have to say its a vast improvement and we are liking the new Buzzy. Though she could be a better friend and not leave it so long between catch ups, bad Buzzy. We met her at Liverpool Street, with her sense of direction. meeting her anywhere that isn’t a massive landmark is a bit of a trial, and headed to Spitalfields. We had Milo with us so were a bit limited as to where we could go, but its nice walking round Spitalfields and seeing all the freaks that frequent the place. We went for something to eat at Canteen there and I have to say it was pretty nasty, the food wasn’t at all appetising. So we headed onto canary Wharf, well when I say Canary Wharf I mean West India Quay to the bar, this is after we had dropped Milo off at home so he could have his afternoon nap. We went to bar 38 and had a little drink and snacks. It was a delightful experience to sit and chat and catch up on how things were with Buzzy, she still has her stalker which is good, she is still keeping Duracell afloat which is also good.
How fucking fantastic was the music front last week? There was an extra instalment of the 
marvellous BOOM! It was a very pleasant surprise indeed, two for one week it seems. So we had the Tuesday one that was recorded at a pool party (its recorded in Florida so a lot warmer then dreary and miserable London) and really grabbed and shook the party mood. Then there was the regular one on Saturday, so my little feet, well not so little, have been a tapping away at quite a rate of knots, and my chair is a spinning so fast its about to take off like a helicopter. Oh how I have smiled and jogged and wiggled my way through the boring tube journey that BOOM! has turned into a kaleidoscope of aural ecstasy. Go get it now at iTunes or www.bocica2k.com
marvellous BOOM! It was a very pleasant surprise indeed, two for one week it seems. So we had the Tuesday one that was recorded at a pool party (its recorded in Florida so a lot warmer then dreary and miserable London) and really grabbed and shook the party mood. Then there was the regular one on Saturday, so my little feet, well not so little, have been a tapping away at quite a rate of knots, and my chair is a spinning so fast its about to take off like a helicopter. Oh how I have smiled and jogged and wiggled my way through the boring tube journey that BOOM! has turned into a kaleidoscope of aural ecstasy. Go get it now at iTunes or www.bocica2k.comAs ever a big hello, how are you and kissy to T who is as lovely as ever, oh how we love and adore her and her smiling face, well when she isn’t moaning and swearing, so that’s five percent of the time then. I must say she should have a eighteen rating on that mouth of hers.
Until next week I will miss you all.
Buzzy thinks she looks fat in this pic? But she is petit
Deletion, Celebration and Tripless
by Matt on Apr.07, 2010, under Blogs
Its blog entry time, how exciting is that then?
I deleted my facebook account this week, and now I have so much more time. I was getting a
little fed up of random strangers adding me, I didn’t like Mafia wars, I have no interest in owning a farm, I don’t give a fuck who has viewed my profile, I really have no interest in being poked, and it seemed that people just used it as a place to moan and whine, I can do that in person thank you. So I deleted it and am now the only person in London with Facebook, and am happier for it, though Milo does still have his if you want to be his friend on there. I am of course still a devotee, disciple, worshipper of Twitter, so if you are not already following me then please feel free to do so.
little fed up of random strangers adding me, I didn’t like Mafia wars, I have no interest in owning a farm, I don’t give a fuck who has viewed my profile, I really have no interest in being poked, and it seemed that people just used it as a place to moan and whine, I can do that in person thank you. So I deleted it and am now the only person in London with Facebook, and am happier for it, though Milo does still have his if you want to be his friend on there. I am of course still a devotee, disciple, worshipper of Twitter, so if you are not already following me then please feel free to do so.Last Thursday was a double celebration as it was P and my anniversary, we have been married 
for four years, oh how he has suffered, and its also his birthday, don’t even bother as we have heard all the jokes about April Fools. So I had booked a table at River View, and arranged for our friend to drop off a birthday cake in the daytime for them to bring out. As ever P was his 
usual decisive self and had me panicking several times throughout the day changing his mind saying he wanted to go to the West End/Marco Pierre Whites steak house/somewhere different, before our friends stepped in and said lets go to River View before I was bald from pulling my hair out in frustration. So P, T, Dave and the Tranny came along and I have to say we did have a rather nice time. The food was as ever excellent (yes Chuckles its food talk again), the wine was great and we all enjoyed it thoroughly, some a little more than others!!! I have to say that I would not recommend letting a tranny drink too much as their mouths seem to become more of a cess pit than normal!!!!
for four years, oh how he has suffered, and its also his birthday, don’t even bother as we have heard all the jokes about April Fools. So I had booked a table at River View, and arranged for our friend to drop off a birthday cake in the daytime for them to bring out. As ever P was his usual decisive self and had me panicking several times throughout the day changing his mind saying he wanted to go to the West End/Marco Pierre Whites steak house/somewhere different, before our friends stepped in and said lets go to River View before I was bald from pulling my hair out in frustration. So P, T, Dave and the Tranny came along and I have to say we did have a rather nice time. The food was as ever excellent (yes Chuckles its food talk again), the wine was great and we all enjoyed it thoroughly, some a little more than others!!! I have to say that I would not recommend letting a tranny drink too much as their mouths seem to become more of a cess pit than normal!!!!Ah Friday. What a disaster that was, and I hold my hands up as it was all my fault, well and Dave’s. We were supposed to be going away as a few months ago I had booked a weekend in Paris as a surprise for P, for his birthday. You would not believe it but he packed a large suitcase and a holdall to go away for two days, how can it be possible to need that much stuff? I am convinced the Eurostar site must be French as I am positive, as is Dave, that the train I
booked was for 17:30. So P and I actually got there early and were there for 15:00, so we had an change our currency, amble round, looking at the shops, we had a nice hot chocolate and snack, we drifted around looking for a letter box and generally chilled. Then we decided we had better go and check in, so off we went, we got there and P handed his ticket to the inspector who said (in a patronising French accent) ‘your train has gone, it was at 16:32, my BB was wrong, the clocks going forward had moved the appointment, whatever it seems that the time in my calendar and the time on the ticket were different. The inspector was about as helpful as Ronnie Kray in a lap dancing club, and said we would have to buy a new ticket. Off to the ticket office we went where P for some reason asked if he could do the talking as had the foolish idea I would lose my temper and insult the Frenchies. He was right! They refused to help and told him that he would have to purchase new tickets at £179.00 each one way, at this point I was my usual diplomatic self and called the French woman a fucking robbing well you get the idea.
booked was for 17:30. So P and I actually got there early and were there for 15:00, so we had an change our currency, amble round, looking at the shops, we had a nice hot chocolate and snack, we drifted around looking for a letter box and generally chilled. Then we decided we had better go and check in, so off we went, we got there and P handed his ticket to the inspector who said (in a patronising French accent) ‘your train has gone, it was at 16:32, my BB was wrong, the clocks going forward had moved the appointment, whatever it seems that the time in my calendar and the time on the ticket were different. The inspector was about as helpful as Ronnie Kray in a lap dancing club, and said we would have to buy a new ticket. Off to the ticket office we went where P for some reason asked if he could do the talking as had the foolish idea I would lose my temper and insult the Frenchies. He was right! They refused to help and told him that he would have to purchase new tickets at £179.00 each one way, at this point I was my usual diplomatic self and called the French woman a fucking robbing well you get the idea.On the phone P got to Eurostar Customer services, what a contradiction that is, and they were as helpful as the ticket office and refused to help. So with no other option we headed home instead of to Paris. A weekend in crap London instead of lovely Paris, I do love Paris, its just a pity its ion France and full of French people. I then made matters a whole lot worse (I know that’s hard to believe from me) by starting an argument with P and taking Milo on a four hour walk, like a petulant child, me not Milo.
On Monday I was left alone so went for a look round Canary Wharf. P started at his new branch, he is now the manager at the Greenwich branch, so if you need a new phone or whatever the hell they sell in CPW these days then feel free to head on down there. He is very happy to be there as it is opposite the station but more to the point there is a noodle bar (why do they call them bars?) just round the corner.
Last night I started Spin again at the torture chamber and oh how I loath it, it is awful, but I know I have to go as need to lose some weight, I had to have my suit jacket taken out (a tiny fraction only) yesterday, so am back to my strict diet (where did I put my chocolate bar?) and back at the gym most evenings to get a sore ass on the bloody spin bike..
As ever a big hello to T who is the light of my existence and the reason for me living, or so she tells me, I am not quite convinced that she is correct. She has to keep that reprobate Sid on the lead constantly now as his behaviour has been so bad, she really needs my training skills but wont admit it. Stan is still behaving well so that’s okay, kind of.
OMG there have been 2 BOOMs! this week, I have been so happy, its great, I am like a hooker at a stag do. I am chair dancing all over the flat, little Rat Boy is bouncing around to the tunes and growling when it ends, I do hope that you have subscribed otherwise you are missing out on a great aural experience.
Same time next week? Okay see you here, have a fabulous week please
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