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Phew, big tub of egg fried rice and my stomach is satisfied. Lovely. Had a couple of pints with my flatmate last night and had a good laugh. The decent barman made a reappearance. We were wondering where he'd got to after he reappeared a few weeks ago and then he turns up for his shift. The girl who's on in there most of the time can be a right sulky cow, and really doesn't give too hoots about service. I had to wait for my pints to be brought over with my change last night as she was in the middle of texting someone. This other fella is incredible though, I dare bet he could man the bar himself of a friday with minimal delay for punters. He can easily serve 4 people at once, arms everywhere pouring pints while taking money at the same time. We speculated that he may be a kind of 'Mr. Wolfe' type character for the bar world, ring him up when things are going badly wrong and he'll have it all sorted. He made bangers and mash when we got back and I had a bowl of his excess mash. It was superb, he is the king of mash. Well, my galaxy painting is going quite shit at the minute, I've been trying to find a short cut to do it when I have to face it that I am going to have to sit and paint it piece by piece. Just hope I can do it the time available. Someone from our floor thought it would be nice to leave used tea bags and apple cores in the sink. It's the fucking manky women next door, always meant to men who are mucky but we've had to make a complaint about it, always leave the kitchen in a minging state they do. Had a curious incident in the toilet earlier. I had to go into the tiny claustrophobic cubicle for a shit as the comfortable one was all out of bog roll. I was happily crapping away when I hear someone come in and go to the urinal. They appear to be carrying shopping for some reason and are rather excessive with the 'oooooo, aghhhhhhhhhhh' type noises. Lets out a cheeky fart. Fair enough. But then suddenly sort of shouts in a cartoon voice something I couldn't quite make out. He wasn't on the phone, I could tell that but it was just very very odd. Did he realise someone else was in the toilets or was he just a bit of a cunt? You always feel a little vulnerable when having a shit (and to a lesser degree a piss) so I was wondering whether this nutter would suddenly appear over the top of the cubicle or something. Maybe the closed in space got to me a bit but it was a very curious incident. He left without any further incident. If I hadn't had all the finishing off to do I would have been out there as quick as possible to see who it was. Probably one of the suited up wide boy pricks from upstairs. Off to see our new offices up in london next week, apparently moving in the new year. I'm very full indeed. I suppose I should get back to painting this galaxy, hopefully I'll have something with potential by the end of the day. It's not right having to work hard on a friday afternoon. I need a haircut. | ||
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