Monday, 17 November 2008


The other day while having a heated discussion with my Mum told me that working in pubs isn't apparently good enough and I should get a 'mans job'. She gives me alot of hassle my mum, I don't know why, I'm pretty sure out of her 4 children I'm the most productive. Anyway, so when I asked her the definition of a 'mans job' she said 5 days a week, 9 to 5 in a factory or something.

She then asked me what my goal was, Pfft, I don't have any goals, as far as I'm concerned as long as I got something to smoke, a place to rest my eyes and a floor to dance on i'm happy. But apparently I should have goals like on the back of a school report.

When I left the house I started thinking about what she said, maybe I should have goals, when I was young I wanted to be an actor, It wasn't an ambition but it was something I'd like to of done. I kinda grew out of that, but still like acting when someone has a film to make or something. In the last year or so I realized I enjoy writing, REALLY enjoy it, but the chances of making a career out of it are slim to nothing, it's still nice to do though.

The last 2 years I've worked in pubs, I used to enjoy it, working at night, getting drinks bought for me etc. But it's kinda a drag, most people who've worked in pubs will tell you its the one of the most thankless jobs you can do. Then there's the hours, at a time when working at night was appealing because I had prior day engagements such as college or sleeping, working nights is just a fucking hassle, you don't leave till the arse hours of the night, night buses are shit, drunk people shout at you and it's to late to cook anything when you get home.

Getting a 9 to 5 seems pretty appealing to be honest. I dunno doing what, Probably not an office, sitting in an office for 8 hours in front of a screen not being able to check Facebook isn't really suited for me, plus I don't understand excel and my PowerPoint skills are only sub-par.

I think my mum mighta been right, I think a factory would suit me, I'm not really fussy what kind so long as the wage is decent and I get smoke breaks, plus earning full time wage might have it's advantages, I'd be able to move out! Then she can't be right about me having goals or anything.

Of course, I'm not going to tell her she was right, what kind of irresponsible son would I be?

Stay gold.

Thursday, 6 November 2008


Anyone that knows me knows I love Halloween, I think it's because I get to dress up like a superhero and get really drunk with a reason. This year the venue was supposed to be Shunt, a club in the old London Bridge tunnel system. so we suited up, I was dressed as Hellboy (Which was rather impressive I might add) and we jumped on the tube.

When we got to London Bridge the queue for Shunt was fucking massive. So we joined the back of the line and waited, the queue was so big a bouncer was coming through the crowd picking out people not dressed up enough (HA, I was dressed far to awesome). Eventually we were told we wouldn't be getting in due to it being fucking packed.

After standing round the station for half an hour or so we decided to make a move, now, the original line up was me, Saeed, Sam, Matt and Joel. Dressed as Hellboy, A Warrior, Saeed, Dr. Horrible and Dracula respectively. Matt and Joel told us of a party we could head too but we didn't wanna go to a house party, so they went.

Don't get me wrong, as far as bro's go, we're inseparable. But we were just hedging our bets, So Matt and Joel went to the party and we arranged to meet up if something really cool happens.

Then there were 3.

We met up with 2 of Saeeds lady's friends (I feel bad I can't remember their names now, Hang on, they won't read this so, fuck it) and decided to go to the bar near Saeed's house. We got there and it was relatively quiet so we found ourselves a spot for the night and chilled.

After...several Scotch and cokes later I realized a few things,

1. The black community love me (Or, maybe Hellboy)
2. Saying daddy's home to women isn't an effective pick up line (But it's funny)
3. Covering my hand in red face paint and going for a piss straight after may not of been wise, but made my costume that much more Realistic.
4. Accusing your friends of replacing much loved Scotch with Diet Coke will not get them to buy you more Scotch, even if you think they did.

It was a pretty awesome night, on the way back we went to some place that do Kebab things, which, I essentially turned into a chicken Sandwich. The worst thing in the world though, is showering when you're a wee bit drunk, it's like an instant fucking hangover I wouldn't recommend it.

Well readers, that's enough of an insight into my life for now, I#m gonna go watch Ghost.

Stay Gold.