"The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true". – James Branch Caball
..You know I’ve been trying to get into the T.A. ? The Royal Logistics Corps, to be specific. To be more specific, re-enlist, was their term.
Anywho, been at that since near the end of last year.
I applied, they sent me a load of forms, I returned them, they had to dig up my previous army record and get a reference off my employer.
Continue readingAt work some coffin-dodging bastard has switched to Gold. Allegedly all the best songs from the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s. Actually all rock ‘n’ roll, and a few pop songs from the latter decades. Apparently there was no hippy era, no punk, no new wave British heavy metal, no gothic. Just saccharin 60’s and the odd inoffensive mainstream pop song.
Which brings me to my point, spleen vented.
They have played Cindy Lauper’s ‘Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun’ a few times. Each time I hear it I feel a bittersweet pain.
Continue readingHi! I’ve just noticed that I’ve had 1,000 views of my blog! I’m a celebrity!
However, this will be my 103rd post, so I’m an unknown. 🙁
If you don’t follow me on Twitter let me tell you I’m loving my Kung Fu class. I’ve got my kit and I’m not afraid to pose in it!
Continue readingFinally I’m getting my resolutions going.
I’ve bloated out in the two months I’ve not been working out at martial arts. I’ve only gone from ten stone six to eleven stone one, but I think I must have lost a lot of very heavy muscle and replaced it with acres of relatively light fat. I’m hanging over my trousers in a way that bears no resemblance to such a small increase in weight.
It’s a distressing thought that I am going to have to spend the rest of my life sweating the flab off.
Continue reading, well what the hell else could it be? Redundant? A tautology? A waste of two seconds of my life listening to inane drivel?
Sorry, just carrying on the thought from the ‘subject’ box. I am very tired and a tad cranky in case you hadn’t noticed.
Just to say after spending nearly a quarter of my annual take home pay on driver training and after all the prevarication and promises, when I again asked today if there was any sign of me ever getting on to the final bit of warehouse to wheels, a manager said to me "in a word, no."
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