The last two weeks
Ok then the week before last was a quite quiet one, I didn’t get back from Bournemouth till the Tuesday and had two evenings at home before I went home on Friday. I got home at 17.45 went shopping with my mum and dad, had a quick sandwich and a wash and was in the Spoons for 20.00. See Karen’s Blog by clicking here for the evening’s antics. It was a nice evening but I didn’t try and get off with Dean’s brother, but I did toy with the idea!
Saturday, didn’t do much as the weather was crap but ended up in the Club, my dad had a pint and left me and Karen waiting for Spuggles to arrive. It was as Karen said a slow burn evening but we didn’t half drink a lot. According to Spug the boy I wanted to shag was one of Cleck’s roughest chavs and would have killed me if he’d known what I wanted! So thanks to K and Sp for rescuing me and stopping me going off for a shag/beating!
Sunday I went to York with the folks. I love York, having been a student there and spent a very nice 3 hours pottering round buying spatulas, tupperwares, smoker bags to smoke your own food, foil food cartons and toaster bags so you can make toasted sandwiches in a toaster from Blog Lakeland (my favourite shop ever), looking for stainless steel cleaner (for the new stainless steel 4 slice thick and thin toaster my mum and dad had given me that morning (new to me, not to them, they bought it 6 years ago but it didn’t toast one side as well as the other so it lived in the garage used only once since 1999). Erm, not much else happened to be honest but it was nice to go. Got home and after helping them two thickos (and I mean as stupid as spackers) sort out a freeview box in the living room me and my dad went for a couple to the Wickham (Karen, note this is how its spelt, not Whickham) Warren turned up and I agreed to meet up with him and his mates that evening. Went home cooked delicious andalucian pork (got the recipe off Alan but amended it to my own specifications) and impressed my mum and got my dad saying I was the second best cook in the world after my mum. Dad dropped me off at the Club. Poor Karen was bored witless and again, from hereon in, See Karen’s Blog takes over.
Monday, I got up, saw off M&D to Melton to see Uncle Brian and Auntie Judy and watched TV, then Warren and Caroline came, we went to McDonald’s then to B&Q then to a cheap place where I bought a washing basket, phone charger and something else – all for about £4! Then we went to Hartshead Moor CC to watch HMCC get thrashed by Pudsey Congs. Warren and I were in a round with Jon Porrait and Deano and I was drinking Murphy’s so fast the others couldn’t keep up. We drank there till about 8pm and then went down to the Spoons where Danny Boy, me, Craig and Bev … oh and Warren were with Riuth and Karen. Was very drunk but got home OK and managed a decent conversation with my mum about Uncle Brian and Auntie Judy and was in bed by about midnight!
Tuesday, stayed in – knackered after 4 big nights out, Wednesday was out with Reynold, our consultant from work but unlike the last time we were out in Manchester I was a good bit and got home at 11.30pm not 03.15!
Thursday I went to Wilmslow with Ollie, who is Janet from work’s boyfriend. We had a pizza and then went to the Coach and Four for some comedy. We smoked cigars at the front, had the piss ripped out of us ever so slightly (there was a very pretty 18ish year old in a suit who got most of the ribbing) and had a nice time. I missed my last train and because I wanted to watch the election I got a cab home, refusing bed and board at Ollie’s. The taxi was a whopping £34.70 and the taxi driver was one of those who went the slowest road at any opportunity and he was a freak of nature like Herman Munster. Anyhew, I got home at 01.00, watched the election till 07.00, although half watching and half napping after about 05.00 and then had a whole hour and a half of sleep and then went to work where I had a meeting at 09.30 for a couple of hours. I slipped away at 14.30 saying I was going to work at home but instead went to ASDA where I bought 11 bags of shopping for £63 (bargain). Went home and kipped and ate and kipped and watched TV and ate and watched TV and kipped. You get the idea.
Saturday I watched TV virtually all day – Saturday kitchen, Corrie and Hollyoaks Omnibuses and kipped a bit (finally catching up after no sleep on Thursday). Did a bit of shopping and then made 5 lasagnes and 5 shepherds pies in the evening like the domestic goddess that I am.
Sunday I was off to Liverpool for the evening but first I tidied up in the kitchen and moved the microwave and coffee maker, sorted out, did some washing, ironed some shirts and made a stew. Got to Liverpool at 16.00 where I met Alastair, Andrea (his new live in girlfriend), and Frances (his workmate). Had a really nice time just drinking and chatting about nothing in particular – it was all very relaxing. We went to Pizza express for dinner where we had nice pizzas (Alastair’s looking like a small piece of lawn) and nice wine although I got very annoyed when I realised that mine had no cheese on (which sorty of goes against what a pizza actually is!). Anyway, we were due to go to the Living Room but before we knew it I had to away for my train (which was at 22.30) so I got in a cab and said goodbye. It was a lovely day but it seemed as if I’d only been out for a couple of hours. I slept on the train going back and went straight home (despite me thinking all evening that I could have a sneaky couple at the karaoke in Churchill’s) and was in bed by 23.30.
A quite quiet weekend (especially when compared to the previous ten (1 home for Danny’s Birthday, 2 Isle of Man, 3 Sunday Luncheon Party, 4 Mallorca, 5 home for Easter, 6 home for the Christening, 7 Bruxelles, 8 London, 9 Bournemouth, 10 Home again)). Oh if only every weekend could be 4 days long, then I could have the excitement and the relaxation.
Anyway, it’s 19.00. I have been here for ten hours and its time to go home – or rather to Churchill’s. Its two and a half weeks since I was last laid and I could do with a shag and a pint and a fag, especially as I have been so good with my blogging – I’ll think of it as a reward.
Saturday, didn’t do much as the weather was crap but ended up in the Club, my dad had a pint and left me and Karen waiting for Spuggles to arrive. It was as Karen said a slow burn evening but we didn’t half drink a lot. According to Spug the boy I wanted to shag was one of Cleck’s roughest chavs and would have killed me if he’d known what I wanted! So thanks to K and Sp for rescuing me and stopping me going off for a shag/beating!
Sunday I went to York with the folks. I love York, having been a student there and spent a very nice 3 hours pottering round buying spatulas, tupperwares, smoker bags to smoke your own food, foil food cartons and toaster bags so you can make toasted sandwiches in a toaster from Blog Lakeland (my favourite shop ever), looking for stainless steel cleaner (for the new stainless steel 4 slice thick and thin toaster my mum and dad had given me that morning (new to me, not to them, they bought it 6 years ago but it didn’t toast one side as well as the other so it lived in the garage used only once since 1999). Erm, not much else happened to be honest but it was nice to go. Got home and after helping them two thickos (and I mean as stupid as spackers) sort out a freeview box in the living room me and my dad went for a couple to the Wickham (Karen, note this is how its spelt, not Whickham) Warren turned up and I agreed to meet up with him and his mates that evening. Went home cooked delicious andalucian pork (got the recipe off Alan but amended it to my own specifications) and impressed my mum and got my dad saying I was the second best cook in the world after my mum. Dad dropped me off at the Club. Poor Karen was bored witless and again, from hereon in, See Karen’s Blog takes over.
Monday, I got up, saw off M&D to Melton to see Uncle Brian and Auntie Judy and watched TV, then Warren and Caroline came, we went to McDonald’s then to B&Q then to a cheap place where I bought a washing basket, phone charger and something else – all for about £4! Then we went to Hartshead Moor CC to watch HMCC get thrashed by Pudsey Congs. Warren and I were in a round with Jon Porrait and Deano and I was drinking Murphy’s so fast the others couldn’t keep up. We drank there till about 8pm and then went down to the Spoons where Danny Boy, me, Craig and Bev … oh and Warren were with Riuth and Karen. Was very drunk but got home OK and managed a decent conversation with my mum about Uncle Brian and Auntie Judy and was in bed by about midnight!
Tuesday, stayed in – knackered after 4 big nights out, Wednesday was out with Reynold, our consultant from work but unlike the last time we were out in Manchester I was a good bit and got home at 11.30pm not 03.15!
Thursday I went to Wilmslow with Ollie, who is Janet from work’s boyfriend. We had a pizza and then went to the Coach and Four for some comedy. We smoked cigars at the front, had the piss ripped out of us ever so slightly (there was a very pretty 18ish year old in a suit who got most of the ribbing) and had a nice time. I missed my last train and because I wanted to watch the election I got a cab home, refusing bed and board at Ollie’s. The taxi was a whopping £34.70 and the taxi driver was one of those who went the slowest road at any opportunity and he was a freak of nature like Herman Munster. Anyhew, I got home at 01.00, watched the election till 07.00, although half watching and half napping after about 05.00 and then had a whole hour and a half of sleep and then went to work where I had a meeting at 09.30 for a couple of hours. I slipped away at 14.30 saying I was going to work at home but instead went to ASDA where I bought 11 bags of shopping for £63 (bargain). Went home and kipped and ate and kipped and watched TV and ate and watched TV and kipped. You get the idea.
Saturday I watched TV virtually all day – Saturday kitchen, Corrie and Hollyoaks Omnibuses and kipped a bit (finally catching up after no sleep on Thursday). Did a bit of shopping and then made 5 lasagnes and 5 shepherds pies in the evening like the domestic goddess that I am.
Sunday I was off to Liverpool for the evening but first I tidied up in the kitchen and moved the microwave and coffee maker, sorted out, did some washing, ironed some shirts and made a stew. Got to Liverpool at 16.00 where I met Alastair, Andrea (his new live in girlfriend), and Frances (his workmate). Had a really nice time just drinking and chatting about nothing in particular – it was all very relaxing. We went to Pizza express for dinner where we had nice pizzas (Alastair’s looking like a small piece of lawn) and nice wine although I got very annoyed when I realised that mine had no cheese on (which sorty of goes against what a pizza actually is!). Anyway, we were due to go to the Living Room but before we knew it I had to away for my train (which was at 22.30) so I got in a cab and said goodbye. It was a lovely day but it seemed as if I’d only been out for a couple of hours. I slept on the train going back and went straight home (despite me thinking all evening that I could have a sneaky couple at the karaoke in Churchill’s) and was in bed by 23.30.
A quite quiet weekend (especially when compared to the previous ten (1 home for Danny’s Birthday, 2 Isle of Man, 3 Sunday Luncheon Party, 4 Mallorca, 5 home for Easter, 6 home for the Christening, 7 Bruxelles, 8 London, 9 Bournemouth, 10 Home again)). Oh if only every weekend could be 4 days long, then I could have the excitement and the relaxation.
Anyway, it’s 19.00. I have been here for ten hours and its time to go home – or rather to Churchill’s. Its two and a half weeks since I was last laid and I could do with a shag and a pint and a fag, especially as I have been so good with my blogging – I’ll think of it as a reward.
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