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Attended a leaving do for work-mate Mark last night. This involved meeting at teh Bakers’ Arms for a couple of guinnesses, followed by a trip to the excellent Double Dragon restaurant in Blaby, for a slap up chinese; duck, ribs, yuk sung the lot, plus five or so pints of Sunlik, a chinese beer that, although purporting to be 5% must have a secret ingredient such as whisky in it.
This combination of food and beer woke me at 6am this morning and refused to let me sleep. Consequently I feel absolutely knackered and mildly hung-over today, which reminds me why I don’t drink in midweek any more. Plus, added to that, in 6 months time I will have to nurse hangovers with a screaming child makes me think very seriously about sticking to lemonade from now on. I wonder if, in the future, mean will evolve to have two stomachs (one for food and another for drink), so that a skinful of guinness accompanied by a hot curry doesn’t actually react like caesium and water in our lower intestines. Needless to say I am looking forward to going to bed tonight a lot.

Hangover, combined with my still knackered back makes being conscious today very unpleasant, as hobbling slowly to the men’s room is a little more stressful. Still, a side effect of back painkillers is that they are keeping my hangover at bay…

So I hear that state pension age is going up to 69. I must admit that I do not want to be in a situation where I depend on the state pension, and will try very hard to save enough so that I won’t need it, because I doubt very much that there will be anything to have by the time that I get to pensionable age. Better to live off your children’s inheritence I say.

Continuing my investigation in to what search strings bring people to my site, it would seem that a popular one is ED209. Now ED209 in my world is my Developmental Psychology module with the Open University. However, it was also the name of the malfunctioning Police Robot in the Robocop movies, which isn’t, needless to say, concerned with developmental psychology, more about blasting a person to bloody ribbons with cannons for arms. Which makes for a far better ending to the first movie than Robocop battling an Open University Developmental Psychology tutor. Having said that you can imagine the scene;

“Robocop, tell me about your mother?”

“My mother? She was a toaster! Die! Die!”

Apologies for the surreal image, it’s the painkillers talking.

Well we’ve paid the deposit for our new bathroom, we were staggered to find that the guy who did our last bathroom was a full £1600 dearer than the other company that we got a quote from. Which leaves a slightly nasty taste in the mouth about how much we might have been ripped off for on the ensuite. But oh well you live and learn. God knows how much the new kitchen will cost.

I’m feeling especially fed up at work today so I’ve decided that I’m going to get myself on jobsite tonight and update my CV, bored bored bored…

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