History Of A Year...

250 Posts later and I can say that the shop has been open a whole year now, and I've been there a year and 10 days. It's strange how much has changed in that time. I've not even known Red that long yet. that would be 27th February, not that I'm counting or anything...

I've moved, I've aged, I've gotten slimmer, and richer, and overall I think I'd say I'm happier, though I'm not sure on whether or not I can measure that. Life is pretty sweet at the moment, though, and dare I say it, its starting to get on the ordinary and mundane side. The home, work, food, sleep, routine, is starting to get to me and I'm getting the urge to go sploring (#) soon. Though I'm not sure where.

Castell Coch perhaps. Just 6 miles up the cycle path, walk up there and back Sunday morning before lunch. It could be done, if the weather's okay. I don't mind the weather being rotten, but I think my camera might, or any companions who accompany me. Barry Island Fish and Chips? Penarth Pier with the finest Steakhouse in Wales with a cold pint in the Custom House on the way back?

Summer's not here anymore, but why should that stop us? I fancy checking out more of the Wye Valley too, though I'd need a car for that. I would say Gower, Cardigan, Pembroke Coast, Brecon Beacons, but my childhood was mainly spent rambling those places, I even fell off a small cliff in Gower into a field of Gorse Bushes. Not a nice end to the day I'll tell you. I've been swept out to sea, and delivered minutes later by the water to the sands, but that was Ogmore I think. I've broken a leg and walked home on it, but that was school.

Where was I? Ah yes, band photos. Let's face it guys, we can look sexy as fuck, and band photos are practically the only way we can capture that slow-mo strut without Tag's iPhone. Although, saying that, we do require to make a movie I think.

Reading trees are hard to come by in the winter, although a pub with a fireplace, and and afternoon tea menu could be fun - like a proper Sunday afternoon off, though we hardly get Sunday afternoons.

Everyone's coming to Jamie's Italian for my birthday this evening! I swear this is the last you'll hear of it. I'm not used to this choosing places and making plans for me malarkey. And that's an odd thought in itself I think. Shouldn't you be able to know what you want to do?

I want to visit a new place. I want to spend the day, week, or month there. I want to know its history, traditions, accent, and experience it was my friends. I want to sit and write something worth writing in my mind, it's got to be epic, fun, possibly dark, emotive, and fantastical. And I want to be happy, and I think I've got that mostly covered. Everyone has their off days...

Carpe diem guys!...

An Irishman, A Welshman, And A Scot...

Well that was a funny old couple of days. An Irishman, a Welshman, and a Scot became quite friendly when they realised that they were eachothers counterparts...

Let me explain, as much as I can, because work was involved, I can only really say a couple of things, the first being that I went to Roystone. I got up at 3am because my body is a complete bastard, and waited for my train at 5:55am. Swindon looked very much like that Zombie Picture at 7am...

(only took an hour to get there though)

Needless to say I reached London during rush-hour and proceeded to make my way through the crowds and along the underground until I reached King's Cross where I met my colleagues and they guided me the rest of the way. We left from Platform 6 and three quarters to Roystone, a quaint English village, of such quaintness that it could have been apart of At World's End, and then we went straight to work...

After work some of my colleagues, and our trainers went to the pub for a cheeky few, and this is where we exchanged stories of our times, and enjoyed the pints and our own company. It was strangely warm and we sat outside most of the evening. Soon it was just the Irish (who wasn't Irish) and Scotish contingent with me, and we went to our hotel, ordered steaks and burgers, got told the place was haunted and got subsequently smashed. Thanks to my bastard body, I woke up at 3am again, and quickly went back to bed. My first proper lie-in in a while. Though saying that, we just went to bed early, and the beds themselves were delightfully comfortable, and the showers in the morning were nice, and the free Full English went down a treat as well.

I had a great time, and I've been invited to Scotland and Ireland for more fun times to come. This could potentially be a very busy few months, and since Roystone, I think I'm more than ready for them...

Practice awaits, and seculsion, but I promise not to miss another social event if I can help it!

And I got a bit of SMART advice that I'm going to put into motion for my goal making: be Specific, making it Measurable, allow it to be Achieveable, make it Relavant to you, and give yourself a Timeframe.

Just a little bit of letter fun for you all...

Carpe diem...

Drained Of Life...

Without a shadow of a doubt, I don't think I've ever been this tired before in my life (undoubtedly I've said that before when I've been tired, but roll with it)...

It must have been about 3am when the headache began, and then the ghosting dreams, and then I remember hearing Pill moving around in his room before slamming the door to go to work at 6am, and then upstairs' alarm went off at 7:10am, and then finally mine at 7:30am. 

My eyes are bloodshot, and it doesn't really bode well for my 4:30am start tomorrow. Roystone yo! Maybe I'll just pack tonight at call it a 5am start. That doesn't make it sound any better. 

Either way, I'm now ready for work. Work you say? But Tuesday is your day off? True, true, it is. But then it's not a full day of work either. 10-12:30ish. It's for more training (for the good news at work thing), which means I won't get an actual day off until Saturday, which also means I didn't savour my last day off last Wednesday.

I'm just complaining because I'm tired. I wouldn't describe myself as grumpy, more like irritable. 

And because I'm tired I can't really think of anything else to say (just being honest).

I'll tell you what, last week was a very awesome week in the life of me. From Bake Off Bolognese, to Drinks, to Drinks and Hitchhikers, to Drinks and Lap Dances. This week is currently struggling under it's own weight, and I'll be glad to take it out the back and put it out of its own misery. However, with all the fatigue and shit, I can appreciate that the Birthday Month is almost upon me (and Red) and as of yet I've not got any plans, but then when do I do? 

Perhaps just a nice meal at the Meating Place or the Potted Pig. Hmm, maybe we should arrange Viva Brazil for next weekend?

Would you look at that, I managed to talk about something else. Have a nice day guys...

Carpe diem...