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Sunday 21 August 2011

Bad Day

For some reason I woke up at about 04:00 this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep. As soon as I woke I was thinking about money. I am going to struggle to pay my rent and bills at this new flat and I really need to come up with a solution quickly. I feel like I have stepped into a time-warp and gone back 10 years to when I was living in Hendon in a flat that I couldn't afford. This feeling is exacerbated by the fact that I had a small dark bedroom there too filled with boxes, as I do at my new place now.


I need to make a concerted effort to sell the remainder of my action figures. I have just received a quite generous offer for 2 that I previously attempted to sell in eBay, which I am obviously going to accept, so that is a good start (especially as I can avoid the costs of listing it on eBay this way).


I am also going to put an advert on Gumtree to see if I can sell some of my comics there. It's not worth selling them on eBay as they won't allow sellers to charge for postage on comics for some strange reason, and comics are heavy, especially when selling them in bulk.


Other than this, the only other option I have for getting more money is to do overtime at work, which I really do not want to do (especially as it would mean working on shifts with the people I least like there). If only I could get another job.


Because I woke up so early I had the feeling that today was going to be a really long, tedious and annoying one. More so than normal. But I was slightly reassured when I walked out of the front door to make my way to work and found a pound coin on the pavement. Not a huge amount of money, but every penny helps. This optimistic blip didn't last long. I got to the tube station to find it closed and only then realised that it was Sunday and underground trains don't start until after 07:00. I start my shift at 07:00.


I had to quickly locate the correct bus route to get me to work. It involved walking to Stockwell tube station, getting a bus from there to Elephant & Castle, then getting another to Bank station and walking from there to work, which is by Moorgate. The whole journey took less than 50 minutes, which was much better than I was expecting, but I was still 10 minutes late. It is, however, the first time I have EVER been late at this site and the first time I've been late to work at all in about 5 years. So I shouldn't be that hard on myself, especially as all the people I work with have regularly been late into work (some almost every shift).


I was bored and tired all day and have just got home about 30 minutes ago. Thinking about money while I was there I sent an email to my boss asking if there was a possibility of getting me on the Supervisor course that 2 other supervisors are attending this coming week. I had declined initially as I have a hospital appointment on Thursday (the penultimate day of the course), but it is to do with my numb thumb and finger which are almost totally better now anyway. If I do the course I'll probably only get 8 hours per day, but it will mean that I get approximately £225 extra, so I hope that I can get on it. It would certainly help with the bills!


As I was walking home I saw that Humberto was outside Kazbar and so I went over to talk to him. I would have like to have joined him but I need to save money and I am so tired and working tomorrow so it would be a silly thing to do.


Saturday 20 August 2011

Dreams

I forgot to blog yesterday about a dream that I had on Thursday night. I was on a team of either police or government agents working in the US. On the team with me were Brad Pitt, Amanda Tapping (Samantha Carter from Stargate SG1) and another famous actor (though I forget who now).

We were in or near an open air storm drain (like the one used in the car race in Grease) when it flooded very quickly. We were all caught in the water but most of us were rescued. Unfortunately Amanda literally disappeared into thin air and we were unable to find her.

Somehow we eventually discovered that she had been transported back in time to an earlier point in her lift, forcing her to live her life in a continual loop. Her "teleportation" was somehow linked to the "Shazam" lightning symbol.

Tuesday 9 August 2011

National Service?

There are lots of calls at the moment to reintroduce National Service to "punish" the scum who are committing these crimes in London and around the country at the moment. These calls go out every time "disaffected youth" act in an animalistic fashion like this. I think it is the right sort of idea, but the wrong place for them, or at least it needs to be updated.
I know there are honorable military personnel who should not have to deal with these kind of scum, bringing down the respectability of all military services. I don't know if I would feel safe with these people protecting our nation. It would certainly change my opinion of the military for the worse.
My idea is that, once a child leaves education, if they do not enter military service or gain a permanent position in full-time employment then they should be made to enter the new scheme. The scheme should train them, male and female, in physical education, military-style discipline, the three R's, job skills and pay them their "unemployment benefit" for the privilege. This "force" should be employed for a couple of hours each day to do community work, gaining further skills and giving them something significant to put on their c.v.'s to enhance their future employment prospects. In addition, should a significant event take place, such as a natural disaster, major accident or terrorist act, then they could be employed in stewarding (directing / moving people) and in the clean up.
No one should be paid benefits for doing nothing. In my opinion even mothers should be made to do some community work, while giving them some free child care. It gives them a break, gives them something different to do, gives them a break and can introduce them to new people, experiences and skills.

Tuesday 2 August 2011

Man of my Dreams

I was wandering around doing some chores earlier (taking some eBay stuff to be posted, a bag of junk to the charity store and some grocery shopping) when I saw Jeirdel outside the gym as I passed. He was on his way in to start his shift. He stopped to talk to me. Although we only chatted for a couple of minutes I realised afterwards that I touched his arm at least 3 times. I was really embarrassed as I walked away, having realised this. I guess I was subconsciously hoping for some contact back from him, although I did get a hello handshake. I really like him and want to get to know him more, so I guess I am going to have to bite the bullet and ask him out for a drink properly.
I told him I was moving at the weekend and he realised that this would mean changing gym. I did say to him that we should go for a drink as I wouldn't be seeing him at the gym any more, but he either didn't understand, didn't hear or wasn't interested. Why do I find these interactions so difficult?
I might see him in there later as I'm going to train. Though he's normally too busy with clients to have a chat in there.

Monday 1 August 2011

Pride Torbay 2011


I got back from my weekend in Torquay for Pride Torbay at about 14:30 this afternoon. I've been tidying up and sorting my stuff out since. I had a good time, mostly, though the parties at Key West, where we were staying, were a bit of a let down.
Richard drove us down on Friday and we got there in the early afternoon after making fairly good time. The sun was out and so we immediately sat down by the pool and enjoyed the sun. I even went for a dip straight away.


It was beautiful. It is a shame the other men staying there were not also beautiful. There was only one nice looking guy staying in the whole place, and he had a boyfriend (though it didn't stop us having a kiss a couple of times, it could have gone further one night, but I got bored when he explained "the rules" of their relationship). Richard and I had arranged to go on The Show Boat, a party on a boat that goes along the coast and back for about 3 hours. Paul decided to join us at the last minute and was glad that he did. It started off a bit dull, but in the end was a really good laugh, and the coastal views, being Devon, were stunning. No one died either, despite the fact that the steep staircase down to the toilets was right on the "dancefloor" of the boat. We went to the Meadfoot Inn on the way back where they had a karaoke night (which was a bit naff), then went back to the hotel for a few more drinks. I didn't get much sleep as Paul is a really consistent snorer and one of my ear plugs came out and I couldn't find it again until the morning. On Saturday we went to the Party in the Park once Terry had arrived. It was also a bit lame to start off with, but the company (including Terry, from our Barcelona holiday, Alexis and Mimsy) made it work in the end. Most of the acts were dire, but the Sundaes were good, the Boy George Experience was okay and Joe McElderry was good too (we had seen the poor lad as we made our way to the park trying to get a taxi, they hadn't even arranged a car for him). Oh, and Terry took, what has to be the best photo of the whole Pride event:




On the way back we went to the Meadfoot Inn again, and they had another karaoke night, which was worse than the night before. We then went back to the hotel, hoping that it would be a busy night as the downstairs club was open. We went down there at just after midnight. To me it stank of urine and it was just the same people that had been in the hotel all the time. Richard and Paul were talking to a couple of guys they'd met when they'd been smoking outside the Meadfoot the night before. They were both quite sexy, but the one I was introduced to weirded me out a bit. I told him about the urine smell when we arrived and all he could say was, "Did it make your cock twitch?" I lost interest there and then. I was also bored at not having any, non-freaky, hotties to look at so I went to bed. On Sunday we were intending to stay at the hotel for their BBQ & Pool Party, but, once again, the only people who turned up were the ones who'd been in the hotel all along, probably because you have to be a member to get into the hotel (their way of keeping women out, so I've been told). I was getting fed up of just having them to talk to, so we all eventually went to the Cliff House Hotel for their party instead. It wasn't much better but there were more people there, though there were sights like this unfortunately. One drink in the Meadfoot afterwards, where they were having yet another karaoke party (ENOUGH ALREADY), was enough to send us back to the hotel. I went up to the room very early and tried to sleep from about 23:00, but couldn't. I was about to give up and go back downstairs to join the others when Paul came up saying there was no one left down there. I eventually got to sleep.
The drive home today was a struggle, as both Richard and I were tired and the sun was beating into the car constantly, but we made even better time than the drive there.
I was glad to be home though, and am just about to go to the gym to make up for my, almost exclusively, carbohydrate diet this weekend (and maybe get some cock that I missed out on while I was there!).