Giving you plenty of time to sort out her surprise, naturally.
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Giving you plenty of time to sort out her surprise, naturally.
Go out now for the day without saying and leave the kid with her to fuck up her plans.
Was working yesterday (in bloody Shrewsbury) and today I'm staying in waiting for a parcel. It's not even for me.
Luckily I've got MOTD, then boxing, then UFC to watch. :drool:
Two years' worth of reviews all redone for the site overhaul. Man, my old ones are terrible.
Spent the evening with an old friend. She's just moved to Birmingham, so we went Wagamama, to some gin place and then I crashed at her place. It was reasonably good fun, but I'm always exhausted after too long in her company because she's a bit mental. She's really tactless and oblivious so I end up really forcing myself to just let stuff slide I'd get pissed off about from anyone else.
I also really want to fuck her and can't quite figure out if it is mutual because of her giving out weird mixed signals, which is also quite tiring.
I'm in London for the next 3 hours waiting for my coach back home. Any suggestions for shit to do? Anyone around fancy going for a pint?
I'm in Salisbury. There are Pokestops everywhere!
Off to Stonehenge in a bit.
What else should I do?
Sitting in a huge freezing gym hall for twisting tots with a bunch of mums who all know each other at one side and me and a mid-40s dad on the other side at opposite ends of the bench. :D
You've your kid in a gym? Are you preparing her for prison or something? It doesn't happen all Scots you know.
It's dancing you fud.
Off for an evening with the Chuckle Brothers on Thursday :cool:. They're turning up at a church in town to talk about their careers. Should be really interesting actually.
That was the tits in every way :chief:
Just chatted to the lass upstairs for the first time. Dutch. Seems nice.
I'm having a fucking awesome weekend. Spent the day at a family party for my wifes Nans birthday. She is gloriously old. The highlight of the day being her saying 'He was coloured but he was really nice' and 'He had to repeat himself a few times because of his accent' (a black Dr from Bury St Edmunds).
The in laws have got my daughter tonight so I am now in the bath with a bottle of Poachers Choice.
Tomorrow we head up to Stanstead to stay at a Premier Inn as we fly out on Monday.
On my way to Edinburgh to get shitfaced and then leaving for Prague at 06.30 also from Edinburgh. Mon the sesh
Ah, a bit of 'you' time. Nice.
I've got a 3 1/2 month od. He slept in his own cot for the first time last night. It went very well right up until the point he defecated over himself at 3am. Proper explosion in his nappy. We had to change his PJs completely, so he thought it was play time at 3am... and then the next 4 hrs were a blurred. :(
A bath is fantastic. Midweek iPad champions league bathing is unrivalled.
Our daughter has just had her first sleepover away that didn't involve us going out drinking.
That feeling waking up this morning :drool:
Breakfast in bed, papers and coffee :cool:
I've come round to baths. They're good lazy features of modern life.
met a young lady last night, drank some whisky beforehand to ease my nerves then realised I'd really overdone it. worries were allayed when she told me she'd been on it since 1pm. it was a fun evening but i don't remember the end of it, nor do I remember falling asleep on the sofa and being woken up by my mum and told to go to bed. i'm 24 years old.
Did they have cars then?
I've been to Delamere Forest today. Went on a rope swing, cheered on some run and met the Gruffalo. :D
What's LR like in real life then?
Hurricane Matthew. Fuck.
I am not in a evac zone (at this point) but anyone near the coast is long gone and my mate who lives on a third floor apt fucked off to the other side of the state. As have others.
We have cleared the yard and porch and have boarded up the windows, its beginning to look like one of those shitty estates you see on look north.
I cant believe people would stay when actually told to GTFO. We would be out if we were in one of those zones.
Tracker has it dying down to a 3 over night and moving out to sea a little bit when it gets here but its changing all the time.
What an awful name for a hurricane.
Will it leave a path of destruction including a load of dorks with sweater vests, cords and thick rimmed glasses?
Or would that be Hurricane Mike.
Hurricane Charles. Hurricane Terry. Hurricane Laurence.
I'm doing shit all this weekend and I can't fucking wait. I haven't had a proper day off in about 3 weeks.
Latest predictions show Hurricane Matthew doubling back on its self and having another go at Haiti etc. Ouch.
:D
Superb.
Binging on Still Game all day before the new episode tonight. Fizzy pop cup away to Stranraer tomorrow and then bowing out in style for the final Sunday Sesh of the month and probably half next month. #EagleSunday
Time to be slightly sensible, eh?
Going to see Kunt and the Gang on his farewell tour tomorrow in Sheffield with a couple of m8z, then we're gonna get FUCKED UP. Gonna have half a pill and try to snog a passably attractive young lady, or at least someone fitter than the 15 stone Hungarian grebo I got with last time I was there, and hopefully we don't get a repeat of my mate persuading us to go to a gay bar at 6am because the world's most obvious tranny was chatting him up.
I will be laying on the sofa, feeling sorry for myself with my cold.
Pubs in Wigan tomorrow. Four of us going, with between six and twelve pubs shortlisted, all of which sell real ale. Aim is to be swigging our first pints just before midday. Maybe put a bet on between us to make the lack of good football seem good afterall. Should be a good day.
Also if Kuat scores first and Kazakhstan draw 2-2 with montenegro, the day is on me. :youpi:
Off to a barn for one of my wife's mates 30th in the lake district. It'll probably be really good but shame she chucked the downton theme in.
@Baz :cool:
Not a massive fan of day drinking, but there's something quite excellent about an ale sesh like that. My pal has a yearly 12 pubs tradition for his birthday; he picks 12 pubs, everyone meets at pub 1 at 12pm (or whenever you can be arsed to join in), then everyone has a pint at each pub every hour, finishing at the one truly good pub in the town at 11pm, then onto the two barely passable clubs if you're still alive.
He managed to get about 30 people this year which was dead impressive. Part-time drinkers and the 19 year olds tend to struggle though - a couple of brothers had a scrap last time, leaving one of them with a busted nose which isn't at all usual for our super-effete wussy crew.