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Damn it. Yet again found a great house. Perfect for what we were looking for. Just right size, right place, right price. Shame the house next door was 3 storeys of straight up nastiness. If I'd have bought it I'd have never seen the sun. Although the worst thing was the dodgy chav walking out. Those naughty estate agents always dolling up the description.
"Room with a view"... of the local tip
"Nicely sized room"... for a flea
"Good size room"... for a flea
"I don't think the electrics need doing" means "touch that switch and you'll surely end up with your hair standing on end and smoke rising from your bonce".
"I don't think the central heating needs anywork" means "I hope you have a lot of warm clothing"
O well, the search goes on. Going to have to start looking a little further a field.
Work tomorrow. Just more time to surf the internet for more "Magnificent, spacious, contemporary" houses. Or in English; "Shitey, small, decorated by a bind man with a passion for sea shells and lino"
Well, 12 days in and only slightly stir crazy. Only another 353 days until I get this next year out the way.
Oi you Americans, look out, I'm coming. I'll be in NY for valentines day, shame the missus insisted on coming! I've not been to the big apple before so you lot play nicely. Hopefully I won't get mugged.
Well just a quick note to 'sen', I've demo'ed your ass. I hope you didn't like CSS too much. What am I saying, I hope you liked it loads. Especially since you're going to have to buy another license :D Good old VAC.
Works going ok, they've even made a second stab at putting a contract in place for me. I'll officially be employed soon, woohoo!!
I'd rather just piss off to the Alps, but hey, someone has to slap my missus now and again to stop her going crazy. Of course, the fact we're buying a house ain't helping matters.
I think I might go to bed. Its after 4am and my bottle of wine is running dry. I have a few stubbies in the beer fridge but i don't feel I can be arsed. I remember when a few stubbies was a reason to get out of bed! Well that's old age for you. Bring it on. Old age, I welcome thee, welcome thee with a 9 gauge...
Happy new year everybdoy.
Everyone loves a new year. A chance to forget what you did wrong, who you wronged or whatever you wronged. A chance to go on wronging. Yay!
Well nothing really changes, apart from your age. Still got a load of ageing monkeys in parliment giving themselves pay rises for sitting on the hairy derrieres. Passing silly new laws just so it makes it look like they're doing something. Dodging the real issues as they would require too much effort and might cause them too lose face. By the way, I'm not politically active in anyway. In fact I'm very much the opposite; I'm actively inactive. I'm just another one of the many that makes up the cynical masses. I get my voting card thing (I don't even know what it's called) then toss it in the bin. I certainly don't want to be partly responsible for another troupe of monkeys getting into power and messing up the world a little more!
Anyway, my new years resolutions (which I also cynically call 'potentially broken promises to ones self') are to get fit and lose that unsightly bulge growing with every pint I devour. I've already joined a gym, get me! Yet another great void to throw money in.
Well, at least the new year has started without a big unwanted bang. So with that I'm off to frag some noobs. I might be cynical but virtually blowing the heads off 7 year olds really makes me feel big and hard.
So happy frickin new year...
...my arse!
