...a wooly jumper!!
Believe it or not, that took me a few minutes to twig. Some of the best jokes however are the most simple. My mother (very un-P.C) sent me this rather amusing text, to which my brother-in-law (similarly un-P.C) responded: "fucking hilarious"...
Muslim Prayer: "Our Father who art in Bradford, Abdul be thy name. Thy curry come, thy stingin' bum, on earth as it is in Rochdale. Give us this day our daily naan, forgive us our smell and help those that hold our smell against us. For thine is the prayer mat, the Nissan Almera for ever and ever. AHMED".
I can't believe how busy I have been lately. Hence the serious lack of any recent blog updates. The job has gone from bad to worse. I'm handing my notice in tomorrow and 'jumping ship' before I'm pushed off the plank! Everyone I've spoken to thinks I have a case for grievance, but I can't be bothered pursuing it. Sooner I'm out of that place the better.
On a lighter note, it is my best bud's 22nd Birthday tomorrow. And to celebrate...we're off to Dublin on Sunday for a couple of nights of...well I intend to drown my sorrows in the traditional Irish way - by drinking myself into a stuper! Guinness Factory tour is booked...and passport is ready and valid. This will be the first time I've flown commerically (sad, I know) but I can't say how much I'm looking forward to it. We're hoping to hit a couple of comedy clubs and cram as many bars into the two nights as possible.
I am slightly concerned that my liver will not be able to cope - considering I've not drunk extensively for...a long time! We shall see...
Bed calls. Got to face another day of hell in the office with the two faced bee-hatch tomorrow. Joy o' joys
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