Another evening trundled by, I popped down the pub for a couple of pints after work. It was pleasant enough. Incredibly happy woman was on behind the bar. She's really nice but sometimes it just becomes a little odd. I was sat minding my own business with my pint when she comes wandering round tidying up tables and that, pushes the chair back to its place next to my table and says 'you happy?'. 'Errr, yeah, thanks *nervous chuckle/laugh*'. What sort of thing is that to ask? Always get a bit annoyed when I go in tot he toilets in there. They have adverts above the urinals. Every single one on the row or 5 urinals is the same ad for The News of the World. It has some of the writers at the top, then old back page headlines with old front page headlines at the bottom, in a football team layout. With strong at the back (beneath their famous writers, fuck me Frank Warren and terry fucking venebles write for them, that's convinced me), then 'stacked in the middle' for the sport headlines and 'strong up front' for the front pages. the examples they have chosen are just shit. One has a front on photo of Arjen Robben kneeling with arms in the air after celebrating a goal. Due to the fact you can see a vague outline of his penis, the headline reads COCK ROBBEN, with COCK written in a much larger font size, just to drill it right fucking in to your head in case you are dunderheaded enough not to notice it is a penis gag. This is one of the sports pages they feature. Why? Another has DOLEARY, after a game where arsenal had thrashed villa. Any paper that needs to highlight in red the gag knows it is catering for fucking idiots. Who is gong to see that ad and think 'fucking hell, that looks great, I'll be getting a copy on sunday'?
Bewildering.
Work has won a great contract we were bidding for, so that will be cool.
I've bought some Waitrose prunes.
And some Kettle Chips.
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