Since Thursday of the preceding week, you may be forgiven for thinking that it’s all going a bit wrong for the Lord of Leisure at the moment. The first day at work in a new environment with new people in a completely different field of industry altogether went down like telling an Arab joke involving Bin Laden at a mosque.

Walking around what looks like a set from Bridget Jones with thirty something women around looking at screens wondering if the knickers they bought from Primark would not make them a laughing stock when they have chatted up a man at the local bar, you start wondering if perhaps the films made in London were not as farfetched as they seem.

The first day was one filled with only questions with not that many answers forthcoming and I was given the task of finding out what the carbon footprint of the equipment used is, at the moment. Yep, I know. But let me explain the issue.

The only problem is that it is close to impossible to be 100% sure about the power usage etc, as this depends on many things including how much heat the equipment is spewing out therefore giving more work to the air conditioning which uses more power, then you have other things all plugged in like backup power etc and you then find that it’s a bit of an effing task to do.

The IT worker’s best friend “Make it up” will have to be called upon.

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The past couple of days have been filled with a sense of realisation, slight dread, sweating and confusion. And no, it wasn’t due to naughty with a lady.

It appears reality has begun settling into the current situation and so far it’s been strange, especially today. Today was the first day of the new workplace and it’s been a long time since the last proper “First Day”.

You have a mixture of excitement and excrement all building up at the same time, all the while questions such as “What’s it like?” “Will they like me?” and “Why does my armpit smell despite using BO Basher?” keep popping into your head like…..er….things popping into your head.

It appears the gift for language is lost on me again.

But the upside of any silliness today, which was after the sense of “Hello, I’ll just stand over here” and “What should I do now?” had died down, the tiredness which had plagued me for so long had gone away.

Granted, it may only be a temporary respite due to the change in, well, everything, but perhaps if it is long term, the driving aspect to and from work truly was taking a toll on my body and therefore perhaps this may have actually been a better move just on that merit alone.

Unless my nerves kick in again like it did earlier, while travelling on the tube, all of a sudden, a huge wave of feeling that something bad was about to happen swept over me, where in fact nothing actually did. Once I left the tube train and was once again stood on a platform, it went away.

It was so irrational at the time that I still cannot explain it now. There was no such feeling before despite the countless tube journeys before today. Perhaps the Lord of Leisure has been bitten by a radioactive spider and now his spider senses are tingling.

It’s very odd to be writing such things at the present moment, as life is currently filled with uncertainty but it actually makes sense to me to write it down. Perhaps the moment will pass after the 12th pot noodle goes down a treat.

Quite a long time ago, you may remember that there was the little matter of England Vs New Zealand battling against each other during a cricket match. Well I say battle, just wander around a pitch, hit a ball and hope the other naughty people don’t catch it or scream, whatever is involved with the thing these days.

Let’s go back to the 23rd of May, via the gift of pictures taken at the time coupled with silly writings which make no sense and remind ourselves of what went on:

The Lord of Leisure had gotten to Manchester earlier in the day, but made the slight error in judgement in staying around a friend’s house chatting to the mother of said friend about various things too long, and therefore at 11am, was still there when the cricket started. An hour later, he was there munching on KFC. Hmm, fattening.

Ah yes. Were this the coverage from Sky Sports, you can expect an old man in a purely classical voice describing the beauty and the size of the Old Trafford ground. However if the production were left in other hands, the video would have been focused on the attractive N-Power ladies, who all in red, left nothing to the imagination about their lovely bodies. mmmmmm……

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You know it’s the strangest thing. Moving to another place takes a fair amount and once you are basically done you have little inclination to do anything else. For instance, this very morning the Lord of Leisure woke up and then proceeded to watch Futurama for the entire morning before retiring to the hollowed out monkey carcass known as the “Kitchen” to prepare his brunch.

A mixture of pot noodle, orange juice and sandwiches. Some would say that is the food of champions, while the vast majority of people would say, he’s going to die in less than 5 minutes when his heart finally packs in.

It’s been a few days since the move down to the capital took place and it’s been a varied mixture of emotions. Mostly that of concern and sadness given the fact that the place where I am staying currently is being held together with sellotape and mould growing from the toilet outwards.

Fair comment, but nevertheless it will do for the time being up until another place can be sourced or not, as the time progresses we will find out where the best places to be are, the ideal rental establishment and of course where all the dirty sexy fun time ladies all hang out. We of course, will also find out if it is worth staying here to fight the battle on a daily basis or, like the French, run away at the earliest possible opportunity.*

After a tidy-up of the current residence over the weekend, some exploration has already taken place. Well, why not? You can’t spend all your free time locaked away playing Team Fortress 2….can you? The vital location of the 24 hour ASDA has been revealed, allowing the users of such a place to stock up on vital alcohol whenever those pseky withdrawel shivers start again.

Canary Wharf, a mere 20 minutes walk away, was rather an interesting but brief experience, as you do start seeing the gap between people with and without money.

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Since the bank holiday weekend naughty, the digital rantings of Ooh Sometimes has once again laid dormant, silent if you will, waiting for the eruption of orgasmic dribble to filter through the internet to your eyes, allowing you to feel one with the world and feel in need of a cigerette.

Actually it’s been down to the fact that most of the eletrical equipment at home is packed away ready for the weekend move to London, and therefore without the aid of such devices, updates have been close to impossible to do. Yet another excuse you may argue with your fist up in the air, possibly before shouting “Curse you!” and you are entirely right to think such things.

The back log of updates is slowly but surely building up with photos of this year’s cricket adventure to be showcased, along with the article about doing the podcast and what else has been happening in the world since the review about Assassin’s Creed was released.

In fact, as I type this wonderfully crafted message of world peace and destruction, I sit in the former workplace, basically as most people have gone, and frankly I’ve ran out of things to do.

We will of course endevour to deliver a service that the world can be either proud or ashamed of over the next few weeks, but given that I won’t be able to until Internet access is restored and the Uber Beast of the PC is back in working order, it will be difficult at best.

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