Friday was our election day. I went out there to support my friends, by having as many pints as I can possibly have. It is all about getting tipsy while you wait for the result, and it can be quite boring as the air is not exactly shouting
"parrrty onnnn!"
and you aren't there to make out with your loveliness either.

I ended up talking about parmesan cheese with a friend of friends, that, apparently, you can shoot the block of parmesan cheese by a gun or rifle to see if it matured OK.

It was actually quite interesting culinary talk altogether, including my favourite topics of culturelism.

None of my friends won in the end. It was harsh. Everyone is leaving as a result of that, and I will be stuck with that short bulky guy as our president for next year... Well, he seemed nice enough though.


The thing I recall the most every time we do these elections, is our Kev.
Kev says it all that student elections are popularity contests.
Kev was, well, still probably is the most famous gay guy in town, where I did my humble degree course. He stood for anything year after year and he always won. He always had outrageously well made posters for his campaign. (The best one was him pausing as Raffaelo's angels stare into the air with their chins resting on their hands.)


He was camp, he was loud and he was beautiful not because he was insanely good looking but because he was SO full of himself and people just couldn't get enough of him.

Election was just one of few things Kev did to show off how good he was at everything. He was the master of orchestrating himself to be "something else" and I seriously admired that aspect of him.

Really, if one needs a self-guidance seminor all needed is Kev.
Forget these crap make-over TV shows where people tell you soppy life stories and trying to convince you how ugly they are, (well, you are not bad at all and stop saying you don't have any boobs because I can see them from here.) and get him to sing a tune or two in front of you.

You just see him as the best example of how you can carry yourself and turn everyone's head around.

Or how to slap and tickle people's self consciousness so they will be dancing on your palm.

Or, to learn there is a definite line between THESE folks and THE rest of us.

Sure, he worked hard to be what he was, but just that confidence he had was more than enough to make us all drool.

There was a situation at work which I don't care to talk about, and I had a big meeting with the human resource personnel. The result of the meeting was my temporally suspension from shifts, and I was not feeling 100% OK when I set off from the office.

I wondered into the venue to see if any of my bosses are there so I could inform them my expected absence for next few weeks, and I saw this guy sitting with a panini and a cup of coffee.

Instantly I was nauseated. This guy looked exactly like my pervert ex.

However, he simultaneously looked like a completely different person because his hair and beard were too long grown, and he was eating something. (He never had money so he never bought anything in front of me, and if this was him, it was a sight of miracle.) I mean, how many people do you know have really long beard with long curly hair with glasses who drink coffee and wear navy blue coats. LOADS.

I just had to determine if I was just a freakin' paranoia, or he is actually there but acting like I don't even exist.

I lurked around there for almost 10 minutes in daze, and panicking feelings from guts, to see if it was him, and to be really honest I couldn't tell.
I only left there because I saw his phone which was an oldish Nokia, not his Siemen.

Isn't that weird, I thought. I was so obsessed about him, and I was so desperate to forget about him at the same time, now can't tell if it is him or not even if I stand an inch away from him in a broad day light.

It is a good thing, I guess. This pervert has become just an idea, and does no longer breath and grow old or grow anything out of my memory land, and even though I hate this person I don't have to do anything, like throwing a pint into his face, to THE actual person if I bumped into him. We now live in completely different universes and..... I am safe from his malice, I guess.

I ate a lot, really did, and it has finally happened.

Peace xx

Stiffy

One day I woke up and felt my neck stiff.
"Oh, I sleep it off before work,"
I thought, and went back to sleep.

One hour later, I woke up and couldn't turn my head.
Showed up to work late, looking like the Frankenstein's monster,
you know, like you wear a back brace, with just your arms dangling.

This was last Sat night and I slept the whole next day and half off,
because I was getting headache and back ache from the stiffness,
and I still am in pain now...

Monday was real bad, I had the leathal combination of hang over and some sort of bug, with solid steel neck and had to be puking face down ALL day not knowing where I am hurting and why I was in a state.

I had what, 4 pints 6 hrs ago and that is hardly a reason for yukking. Allergic reactions suspected there.

Don't understand why I developed conditions with beers;
every time I go out I have less and less choices of beers I can drink, and end up half dead next day, yet I can drink bottomless at home from cans and bottles. Am I too sensitive for pubs??? (LOL)

Started off with Stella, then Carling, and Kronenberg... now POSSIBLY Bud on tap. (Oh, dear, I hope not.) Who sells Carlsberg, that's the only one I don't yuk afterward.

Soon I end up drinking only from bottles, I'm sure. What a waste!

Oh, well, I can always go back to Cuban Libre...I guess.

I am totally green

Went to work thinking it was "Anti Valentine's Party" night.
Then I saw bunch of people wearing stickers (red, yellow and green) and LOADS of couples. Kept thinking,
"No, no couples are allowed here, this is ANTI V day!"
and then slowly realized that anti V day thing was held next door.

These stickes were;
GREEN = am free and single (take me now)
YELLOW = may or may not be single (so don't bother with me)
RED = am taken (and am shagging the person standing next to me)

I think this is cheap. But is probably something for me at the same time. I'm such a bad flirt, people think I'm flirting when am absolutely not interested, and people never find out who I fancy. This one, therefore might work for me really well!

Sadly, the staff wasn't allowed to wear the signals tonight, I couldn't find out the affect on me. Ohh, well, maybe next time.

Splitsville & Wedding

My friends' band has split. It's a shame, they were having so much fun together. I never seen a band like theirs which seems to have such a good time at gigs, no matter where and what the audiences were like. I am sure they didn't always get to have gigs in places which were filled with their fans and friends, but they were just same every time I saw them!

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Charlie is getting married again???
The first thing that came to my mind was "DOUBLE TAKE".

This fantastic BBC comedy series was VERY experimental and visually challenging, and was
BLOODY FUNNY!!
And there was one episode of Charlie and Willie fishing, and Will was saying to his dad that his mistress is
"SO ugly. I mean, really, REALLY ugly."
and Charlie goes on defending how not-so-bad his girlfriend was...

I was pissing myself laughing.

I heard so many people say that Cammy must be pretty wizzy in the bed department, (OH, please, a picture go away from my mind...)
and I am not saying anything on that, but, well, love is a funny thing.

I am a person who finds it easier to love a thing than a person. And am a person who felt guilty on more than one occasion for loving someone as "an object" and never saw the person as person, just because it was so much easier that way, not because I had no respect for the person.

I guess, men do that all the time...don't they?

Back on the old habit.
Lottery, the instant kind.
God, I used to work in a news agency,selling them cards, and I actually got addicted to them after selling them everyday.

To get over this I had to go cold turkey,
so I never went anywhere near these shops,
and in the end I moved to another country.

Now, they are available online???
With a guide for sensible gambling???
OH, Pleeeeeaaase!!!!

orz
OTL

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OK, if your friend is so desperate for getting married coz she thinks she is getting too old or something,
(she is about my age) and her ex (love of her life) phones up and says

"I know a guy who is wealthy and wanting to start a family, he is 44 and lives in a farm on his own. Want to meet him? Oh, by the way, he is expecting you to pay for the wedding and wants you to make babies with him."

and your mate felt even lower and sadder and all than a tumble weed running towards Dover's White Cliff, what would you say?

44 yrs old bachelor who wants to marry pre 30 yrs old for MONEY and BABIES??????

And she has to live with this guy in a farm at middle of Anglesey???

So they can shag all day (coz he is rich and he doesn't have to work,) to make kiddies??

Come'on, David, you went out with her for a long time, and YOU were way TOO old for her, what makes you think 44 is OK???

And don't you know she hates kids?? She couldn't stand anywhere near your daughter, age 7!!!

I really don't understand "these" men over 40 from Anglesey.

Why don't you shag a sheep, your sister, or yourself???

God!!!

Brian

My file has been recovered, by Brian.
Last time I asked Brian said he knew nothing of it, and today he says,
"Oh, I might be able to help you, what's your name?
Yep, it's here in the box."

I was so happy after that I accidentally answered the phone from my boss and said yes for an emergency shift.
(I haven't slept much and I'll pass out at work...)

Where is My Life (vicious)

My bloody college has thrown away my locker,
or, thrown away what was in there.
The contents included 2 developing tanks,
3 boxes of printing papers (colour, B&W and v. large B&W) and

a file of negatives.

I spent all my photography life taking these hundreds of rolls,
and unless they find it somehow,
I will do everything to get even.

I will go mental otherwise.
How could anyone do this???