I've just spent the evening in the company of Arthur Daly Mk I, The Music Teacher and Deviant Boy and I'm completely smashed (I left the pub over an hour ago and I still have the hiccups). I have just discovered that I haven't lost my mobile phone despite my having informed Network 3 to the contrary.
OOPS.
This is where the world of mobile phones gets complicated...
1) I ring 3 and inform them that my phone is missing (despite my having returned home in a drunken state, throwing said mobile phone on the bed and forgetting it)
2) 3 tell me no problem, take some details, cancel my Sim Card and advise me to inform my bank (the insurers) and the PSNI (the upholders of Law and Order).
3) I then (five minutes later) inform 3 that there's no problem, my phone has been here all along and ask that my phone be re-instated.
4) 3 then informs me that my request for a new Sim Card and replacement handset has been processed. I can prevent a new hand set being issued but not a new Card. Nuts, I'm in Norn Iron and my address is registered as Dundee.
I shouldn't get drunk and misplace my stuff...
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Sunday, June 04, 2006
In vino veritas...
Okay, it's not an original name for a blogg entry, (or if it is I want copyright) but I'm smashed and so is the rest of my family, all of whom have retired for the evening, allowing me to make this surreptitious blogg entry....
It's 10:40pm and I'm as drunk as a lord....
I have just spent this Sunday afternoon in the company of my immediate family (mum, dad, sister and her L.I.S.O.) on the first full day of my annual week long summer holiday in Cloughogue (pron: Clog), Norn Iron (pron: Northern Ireland).
Family fun in the sun. For the first time ever I felt that the Tatooed Wonder was a fit suitor for the Munchkin. I've known this for years. I knew that he was good for her but I always wanted to take out a contract on him nonetheless. Today was the first time that I got along with him without the feeling that I needed a dark alley, baseball bat and prefereably three solid, combat wombat mates.
In the local parlance the Tatooed Wonder is 'Dead On'. A finer fellow I couldn't have hoped to find for The Munchkin (sorry, Bill Oddie's Love Child). It's no secret that the 'Hobbit is a snob. I would never have befriended Samwise Gamgee and the Ring would have been lost as a result but there you go. I'm frighteningly 'middle class' and the Tattooed Wonder isn't 'one of us' and by definition not good enough for the Munchkin.
Gods, but I'm a divot.
I've just spent an whole afternoon/evening in his company. Sure, he's uncouth. Sure, he hasn't had my education (on the other hand he hasn't squandered one, either). Sure, he works in an abbatoir but so what? He isn't afraid of a hard days work but I know I am. People like LBG can sympathise.
Whilst The Munchkin and Arthur Daly MkI were in a mutual appreciation fest ("I love you..," "No, I love you..."at the end of the night, waiting for her taxi, I had the opportunity for a few, private words with The Tatooed Wonder and have finally decided that I'm a worse muppet than Sam, the American Eagle. Solid bloke. 'Nuff said.
Blogging on and off since January 2004.
It's 10:40pm and I'm as drunk as a lord....
I have just spent this Sunday afternoon in the company of my immediate family (mum, dad, sister and her L.I.S.O.) on the first full day of my annual week long summer holiday in Cloughogue (pron: Clog), Norn Iron (pron: Northern Ireland).
Family fun in the sun. For the first time ever I felt that the Tatooed Wonder was a fit suitor for the Munchkin. I've known this for years. I knew that he was good for her but I always wanted to take out a contract on him nonetheless. Today was the first time that I got along with him without the feeling that I needed a dark alley, baseball bat and prefereably three solid, combat wombat mates.
In the local parlance the Tatooed Wonder is 'Dead On'. A finer fellow I couldn't have hoped to find for The Munchkin (sorry, Bill Oddie's Love Child). It's no secret that the 'Hobbit is a snob. I would never have befriended Samwise Gamgee and the Ring would have been lost as a result but there you go. I'm frighteningly 'middle class' and the Tattooed Wonder isn't 'one of us' and by definition not good enough for the Munchkin.
Gods, but I'm a divot.
I've just spent an whole afternoon/evening in his company. Sure, he's uncouth. Sure, he hasn't had my education (on the other hand he hasn't squandered one, either). Sure, he works in an abbatoir but so what? He isn't afraid of a hard days work but I know I am. People like LBG can sympathise.
Whilst The Munchkin and Arthur Daly MkI were in a mutual appreciation fest ("I love you..," "No, I love you..."at the end of the night, waiting for her taxi, I had the opportunity for a few, private words with The Tatooed Wonder and have finally decided that I'm a worse muppet than Sam, the American Eagle. Solid bloke. 'Nuff said.
Blogging on and off since January 2004.
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