Tuesday was the first of three get togethers this week and this night was with the original mates of old, Chris and Dave in sunny Wales, which I was more than happy to make the trip up there to see them. We have a tradition of sorts where we will make time to see each other at Christmas to exchange gifts, enjoy each other’s company and do manly things like laugh at women’s habits and show off our muscles.

This year, we were to take in a film at the local (local to Chris and Dave anyway) Vue cinema. At first this was to be the Golden Compass, as mentioned in previous posts featuring James Bo…..I’m not going through that speech again.

But after a consultation with Dave, who had already seen the film (the wee scamp), he had said that the film wasn’t all that good and seemed to have no idea what the hell the story was, so when trying to tell the audience the story, it appears it’s about as useful as the so-called magic compass which seems to get people jolly angry in the film. So the Golden Compass would wait for another time, as Natalie has expressed a desire to see it despite the slandering reviews.

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Darkness. That’s what we all see at the time, a sort of blissful blackness, nothing interrupting, a place where dreams are where our minds sore giving ideas or happening far beyond what we can see in the real world. But this morning, the darkness lasted longer than normal. Time to others pass normally, rushing around trying to fill their many bags with useless tat. But this mortal was beyond all that. At least until the eyes slowly open, close, open and all that I could muster was a low moan. Trying to talk was out of the question. Gotta try later.

Slowly I eased myself up, at last being able to look over the fallout zone from the week now behind me. A stew of clothes all over the place, the fan laid there on the floor, the fallen solider in the on-going struggle to reach the bed before passing out.

“What’s that smell?” I began thinking. Then all too quickly I realised it was me. And the taste, oh god, the morning breath could melt through 10ft of concrete. Having been thrown forth into the horrible reality that that I was like an extra from Resident Evil, proceeded to roll towards the end of the bed, thinking that if I could make it to the bathroom, I could do something about all this. It was too soon to make the legs hold me up. Gravity won again, and off I went.

After several more minutes of lying on the floor staring at the t-shirt which asks if you’ve tried cheese yet, I somehow summoned all the energy and will through all his body. “This is it. Damn it man, just…” the left leg pulled into my body, angling myself to stand. “A little more…” the other leg moved into position, all systems go. “And…Lift!” my mind cried out.

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I seriously dreaded when the day came to sit down and write this. As I sat at the keyboard poised to type, the one thing I wanted to do, was to stay away from taking about looks. After all looks can be deceiving, in the case of Medusa if you were to look upon her face, you would turn to stone. If you look at an egg, it looks appealing, but when you taste, it’s just a fart made into something solid.

So as far as looks go, I’m leaving that till later but believe it or not I want to take all on a journey through time, to the not too distant future, where man have perfected the ultimate combat machine. A suit which on command, will give you strength of the bear, speed of the puma, and armour of…a really hard thing. (I didn’t pay attention to Bravestarr that much.)

At least that’s how I saw it when the intro video, it seemed to be a sales pitch for the suit that does it all, maximum strength this and maximum egg whisking that. Lots of things blow up, you kill at a faster rate than ever before and if it went on for much longer, we would have seen George Foreman endorsing it, saying “I kick ass, and the suit also gets me these!” with lovely women in bikinis walking on screen asking George if he would be the father of their kids. I’ll take one then.

Now I can hear you all cry, “Paul, you are the fountain of all knowledge and all history books should be re-written to tell of your epic tales of courage and valour. But great one, what suit are you on about? Have Marks and Spencer brought out something new for Christmas?”

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The posts on this colossus of a website, which growing to be a force for good instead of evil, much to the disgust of the owner, have been scarce of late to one or two very good reasons it must be said.

1) Crysis has been played quite a lot in order to regale you all in how good or bad it is, depending on the outcome of the findings post game playing. Check back on the site for the review, coming later this week.
2) Work has required the presence of the Lord of Leisure.
3) The Girlfriend has required the presence of the Lord of Leisure.
4) The bed has required the presence of the Lord of Leisure.
5) (Insert generic thing here) has required the presence of the Lord of Leisure.

Of course, Christmas is ever fast approaching, along with the pain and misery of doing the shopping in time and trying to think of things to buy for people that they don’t want, this week presents not one, not two, but three separate Christmas outings.

Tuesday, brings the viewing of the Golden Compass, the recently released fantasy film starring James Bond, and the blonde sort who used to do naughty with the guy who does naughty with the girl from Dawson’s Creek. As for names, I cannot reveal them for security purposes….

Wednesday will bring an evening of food and drink, along with trying to find out who killed someone in the library with the candlestick, as it’s a murder mystery evening at Highfield Hall, way back up in sunny Wales, once more. Being honest, I expect to be half dead afterwards after I try and cheat on others with the bill, by using the classic tactic of “Hey, what’s that over there?” and running away.

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Of course it’s the time of year, where we think of others and how much they are going to cost us. We are on course to spend less this Christmas due to costs of just living for a start.

And that’s bad for the economy so that’s why the interest rates were lowered recently meaning that we save about £15 a month if we have a mortgage. Which doesn’t come close to the extra money being paid out by everyone at the moment, but that won’t stop some people thinking; hey we’ve got more money, let’s go and spend!

But the question I have to ask is:

What do you buy?

If you’ve reached the best part of your life, where you moved away from home, got used to doing nothing by yourself and just enjoying your own company, what do you buy for people for Christmas gifts?

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It occurred to me as I lie here waiting in the manor that is the home to the famous Lord of Leisure, that half the time I write things on the blog, and I never follow them up. What happened to statements about things and have they now in fact changed?

Well for once I am going to update on things remarked on earlier.

ADSL and no unlimited naughty post

Well, on this post I had remarked on the fact that it was hard to find a service that had unlimited attached to it and was of a reasonable price, even the more expensive solutions had a cap to it. Well dear readers, I actually found a true unlimited service, with no real restrictions except for newsgroups, which I don’t use anyway and it was with the DSL provider I am with now!

£35 per month for the DSL Max Pro business solution from Nildram, which is more expensive than what I was paying before, but no cap, a static IP, and still 8MB download speed possible (more than likely 6.5MB transfer), with a higher upload speed to narrow ping times slightly, and to boot, the 500 free minutes to landlines every month it seems I’m onto a winner.

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The crowd stand before you, the lights are beaming down upon your face. They are drawing you on, more they shout, more. But you’re afraid. Afraid of their wrath in case you start missing the keys. You wonder, can you remember the tune; will you work again after this? Will you rise to fame and fortune, or fall back to the pits from whence you came.

You start thinking back to when you started out in the biz, all the promise that came with it, your fist meeting with that PR guy who smelled a bit like orange peel and actually looks like an orange due to 46,000 hours exposure on a sun bed. He said, in his husky smoke-filled voice, “Stick with me, generic teenager and I’ll make you a star, maybe.”

Sex, lemsip, rocks, and bread rolls, they would all be yours for just a simple song. So play honky, play for the love juice that comes your way.

Failing that, play Guitar Hero 3.

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You will have noticed by now that I have changed the look of the website, the alterations have been made to another WordPress theme created by Jide, but there is just the one issue left with this new theme now, the top links for Facebook and MySpace can’t open in a new window like in the old one and so far, I haven’t been able to find the code where you can change that. This may mean I relegate those links to the links bit down below which is finally working after 2 hours searching around for the fix to that.

You see, the database got changed in the newer version of WordPress and the theme didn’t really include the required changes, but hey ho, it’s all done now. Wow, this is a really geeky post. Only one other person I know would be interested in this, never mind.

I just fancied a wee change, and well depending on my mood, the older theme may make a return. Hopefully the theme change won’t slow down the website too much, if you have any comments to make on it, please mail us, or leave a comment or 7.

Oh, I should remark on the fact that I am including far more images on the site in my blog posts than I used to, this was due to people complaining that there was lots of text and no pretty pictures to go with it to break it all up. Well people, ask and ye shall recieve, hope you are all enjoying the rubbish written here and now I’m off to bed. NIGHT!

Witness if you will, a scene where today’s hectic lifestyle no longer affords time to do the things we take for granted, such as shin your shoes, clean the gorillas and pick the dishes. More and more, it appears we have to combine our activites together in order to get everything done. We have to look after ourselves yet find time to enjoy the finer things…

I’ve been having a pretty good 24 hours right now, since work ended things actually got a lot better. But it has been a sad note, a good friend and work colleague, Mr Paul C has finally headed out the door for the last time to go to the world of contract killing.

I never figured him as the violent type, seeking to kill for those would pay the top pounds and feeling no remorse but these days it’s a growing industry, with Bounty Hunters roaming the globe making sure various individuals breathe no more.

He will be going after one person after it was made apparent a certain someone wanted him taken care off but with no noise about it. Osuna del Lad-mag or someone like that…I’ll remember the name sooner or later.

But before he ran off into the sunset, sniper rifle in tow, the last couple of days have been very sad. Thursday, the day that I wasn’t in, deciding instead to stay in bed and dream of England, everyone wore pink shirts in honour of his dress sense. Not sure about the hats with the tiara, I gave that to someone else as it suited him much more.

And after a particularly bad day, the pub beckoned.

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