Hmmm – Sonisphere have really brought home the bacon…

It appears that the wunderkind of music festivals, Mr Stuart Galbraith, has succeeded where many others have failed.

He has brought together the 4 major thrash metal acts for the first time in a single tour: Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth and Anthrax. They will be playing at least 2 Sonispheres, Poland and Prague. Still no news on the UK Soni, but it’s unlikely that the Big Four will be playing Knebworth together next July/August. Shame, cos if it should be done anywhere, it should be done at the spiritual home of Metal.

Buy a fucking ticket, now…

http://uk.sonispherefestivals.com/buy-tickets/

I love driving…

…just wish I could do it more often. Soon.

Decided to take my test in my own car. Should be interesting…

Shit

I’m so bored at work. Why can’t anything fun ever happen…

It’s the Christmas dinner on Wednesday and I really can’t be bothered. 100 children and 141 of their parents, siblings, aunts, uncles or for the seriously f*cked up, “carers”. I mean, Jesus, why inflict that kinda crap on yourself if you don’t need to? Oh yeah, guess who’ll be working out all the finances for this little bit of Xmas “fun” – that’s right, moi…

In other news, it’s my last full week at the centre and you know what? The last shift can’t come soon enough. You see, what happens when you take an already boring, thankless full-time job, then add shit to it is that it becomes a burden, a millstone and people start to say “get me the fuck out of here”. That’s what i’ve been saying for months, and no that time is here I don’t know what to say. Thanks, maybe?

Well, of to the Big Smoke in the next month. I’m hoping it’s going to be kinder to me than the midlands – god knows this place sucks the jam right out of everyone’s doughnut.

I need rest…

So today was totally wank…

…I mean a big Hugh Hefner sized gob of the stuff.

It’s confirmed that I have my job. Hooray. But now I have to trek down to London on Thursday to deliver my CRB goods (passport, insurance docs, something else) in person to the CRB application officer. Did I mention I live in the Midlands and have I job I want to be paid for this month. Bah!

Don’t get me wrong, I want this job – but I got to tell you, these hoops are getting annoying. Still, looking forward to London – it’s calling.

Anyway, today the kids WOULD NOT STOP SCREAMING. I mean, seriously screaming. They’re not my kids (cos after today, i’d hammer two six inch rivets through my testicles before I seeded any little brat), but they were someones – and that someone was IN THE CENTRE AT THE TIME. Also, the staff were doing fuck all to actually appease the little kid.

Me and my mate kinda made up, she’s just under a lot of stress. She acknowledged that we are kinda close since we’ve been chatting for the last six months pretty much daily. Besides, the neuroses are mine (not that she doesn’t have them, she totally does, but she refuses to acknowledge their importance – or beauty). Fuck it, i’m blathering.

Tomorrow is another day – hopefully it’ll just be a Larry Flynt sized gob of wank…

So full

ate too much cow…

om nom nom nom

So anyway…

I kinda left you hanging the other day, Peanut…

I called the centre in Camden to say that i’d have to decline the post, cos it was 0.45FTE and someone had clearly fucked the dog (who knows, it may have been me). I said, i’m really sorry and I wished them luck. I got a call soon after to say “Please don’t decline yet, we’re looking at options”. Eyebrows in raised mode, I followed the caller’s instructions. Turns out that I didn’t just impress them at my interview, I blew them away; they really want me, and are willing to make the post a full time position. For the first time in ages, I feel wanted.

What i’m waiting on now is a confirmation that the post will now become full-time. Once I have that, i’ll be ecstatic and then the really hard work begins.

In other news, I got my car. She is an ABSOLUTE beaut! Nippy, controllable, a joy to drive, nice looker and a good colour. I love it! Getting a fancy stereo put into it next week, cos i’m an idiot who likes music! I’ve been driving it pretty much non-stop since I got it.

The exception to my driving marathon was last night, when I went to Wolves to see Rafe and Eda. Was a good night, but I was shattered. It’s been a tough week, full of tough things and tough emotions. I felt drained. We went to an Indian restuarant, wasn’t great – they laughed at my choice, but it would have been so much better. Instead we went to this place that looked fancy from the outside, but was pretty crap on the inside, and the food wasn’t fantastic at all. This morning, someone I thought I was close to kinda hit me with a low blow when she said that “I don’t know anything about her” – I know more than she thinks; but if i’m wrong about that, then it’s confirmation that i’m not really close to anything in this world. Maybe I SHOULD stay on the fringe, but i’ve been there and it’s not fun.

Anyway my life seems to be getting better; let’s hope it stays on this path.

Spk sn. Oh, and fuck all the X factor BS in the news – news is news, keep it that way.

I DID get a fulltime job in London!

I have to get to my current less-than-cool job, so i’ll tell you later.

So happy!

AND I get my car today. Mustn’t forget my driving glasses…

I knew it…

…was too good to be true!

I fucked up. That job I got, you know the one that my hopes and dreams were rested on? Yeah, it’s part time – a 0.4 FTE. Fuck!

I know it didn’t say that in the advert, but i’ll never know. SHIT! PISS! BOLLOCKS!

But the strange thing is, i’m not half as cut up about it as I thought. It’s also made some other bad feelings seem less significant. How does that work?

I’ve applied for 8 jobs today in a kind of kneejerk reaction to finding out that when it rains, it’s usually life pissing in my face. But when life gives you lemons, all you can do is break out the tequila, Peanut…

Adios…

Another day

I’m really just deadweight at work now.

It’s not really my fault. There is far too much in this post to ever be justified by its awful salary. The fact that I have another lined up in London has just made me become comatosed.

Will not sleep properly til I get my official offer letter through. Then my new life begins in the New Year; how exciting…

Well, off to work.

*Le Sigh*

Why can I not get her out of my head?