Boredom

Ever been so bored you lost the will to live? Well I have. Constantly. I don’t mean actually suicidal, just so bored you can’t see the point. I know we have been hanging around waiting for months for everything to be sorted, and it very nearly is. But now I’m bored of waiting. And pretty much everything else. How sad is that?
Guess who needs a holiday?

Things....

Sorry, been a while since I have written here, had a few things going on. In the last two weeks I have: Seen Twelfth Night at the theatre, seen Russell Howard, seen Ross Noble, turned 30, gone to the pub with my boss, got a promotion, been offered an interview for another position. Oh, and worked too hard and not slept enough.
So, where to start? Finally got the job, frustration over with. Woo hoo!
Russell Howard was really funny, and I got to heckle some York Uni students...good times indeed! Ross Noble was his usual insanely funny self. Homeless Disco Ninja indeed.
As for turning 30? Well, I'm still getting my head around it. Feeling old, but quite touched by some of the nice things people did for my birthday. Thanks peeps. Means a lot.
So now I just have to get through 2 more weeks then I get 3 weeks off and a trip to New York! Yeah baby!
Maybe my next blog will be more insightful....maybe!

Getting the red mist...

I feel this will be a negative entry in the chapters of this blog. I have been compiling a list. It is a list of people, nay, groups of people who I have found I despise. And I’m not talking about a slight distaste, I mean people who make me go all Roy Keane/red mist.
What follows is not a comprehensive list, and some of you may find yourselves falling into one or many of the categories. If this is the case then I am afraid we can no longer be friends.
1. Students at York University. This equally applies to the students of other universities, such as Durham, or any of the uni’s populated by middle class kids there on daddies money. Get a job, stop loafing around my shop touching and playing with everything, then announcing in a big braying voice ‘Come on guys, this is all crap anyway, let’s go.’ And then coming back without your friends to buy a giant rubber duck.
2. Men who wear flip flops. This rule is negated if you are a) On your way to the beach. B) on your way back from the beach. C) Actually at the beach.
If not, then why the fuck are you wearing a bit of foam held to your foot with a bit of string instead of shoes?
3. People who shop at Jack Wills. Paying £65 for a sweatshirt which is identical to the ones your friends have does not make you cool, it makes you a twat.
4. People who wear those black and white scarves with the tassles, like the Palestinians wear. Are you Palestinian? Are you a pirate? No? Then why the hell are you wearing a stupid scarf identical to every other generic prick in the world?
5. Teenage boys in too tight jeans, and those giant winklepicker/clown shoes. Also, letting your fringe flop in front of your eyes doesn’t make you mysterious and sensitive. It means you can’t see, and will develop neck problems from flicking it all the time to try and attract attention from equally lame teenage girls!
6. People who wear knitted shoes. You fuckwits, socks go on the inside of your shoes, they don’t replace them!
That will do for now I think. I believe we have now found the reason I only have a very small group of friends. I hate everyone else.
There were many more groups I haven’t yet felt the need to rant about, I will get to them. But they include, people who like Keane and/or Coldplay. Bono, not people who like Bono (although that works), but actually Bono. Stop telling me to give money to help the starving Africans and then spend thousands of pounds flying your cowboy hat across the world. Instead why not give that money to a village in Malawi and stop them selling their children to Madonna?
Okay, on that note....peace out.