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...

Oh, Friday?...

Where you to, butt?

And here it is, the last day of my holiday, tomorrow's an official day-off and then it's back to a daily commitment, my next day off being Wednesday. Is this really how I'm living life at the moment, counting the days between free time? Everyone's got to make a living I suppose.

That reminds me, time to do the lottery...

Done, that was quick and easy. The EuroMillions are back down to an ordinary £13m, which, don't get me wrong, I'd be very grateful to win. Holidays all round! But it doesn't quite compare to last month's £121m. Holidays for half the country!

I don't know. Does that make me greedy, probably. I wonder what I'd do with all that money? Well the nearest and dearest will all be taken care of in one way or another. £100k to everyone I know? 130 people's lives changed? I don't think I know 130 people I'd want to give money to, so that's a weight lifted, more for me (yep, I'm greedy).

I'd buy a car well maybe not a car, but a vehicle of some kind, and it'll become a mascot and I'll drive it all over the world, Top Gear style. Tag and Cherry will get a house, Red wants a boat, and together we'll all go traveling, but have somewhere to stay. Maybe not.

I've been thinking about my 25th again (one year from now if you were thinking), and I think I'll set myself 12 challenges between the December 2013 and November 2014 to complete before I'm 25. Not like bucket list things, but sort of (I'm not dying, but who knows). Any suggestions? I'm thinking lose a considerable amount of weight (i.e. put a number to it for once), or write something unforgettable - they're both kinda rubbish aren't they? (VIN DIESEL)

Money would solve everything, but perhaps it won't. And then the party at the end of the challenges will be awesome. Hobbit Barn Dance Mark-II? Actual Hog Roast, Actual Barn, Actually in the middle of Winter? Perhaps that's not such a good idea. Also, I don't live in Barn country.

Today I will spend, buying things for costumes, and presents, and hopefully food. I may even end up in Big End this evening for the sixth time in a fortnight for TimTim's Birthday. Who knows?

All I want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

'cause if I could see your face once more

I could die as a happy man I'm sure

(the copycat strikes again!)

Carpe diem...