Another Statistic amongst other things

Well i feel the habit of being a blogger may have slipped a little. But i do pledge to do better, i now have a working computer, it took at least twice as long as expected but i have a computer  and i have all my music which is great. 

But alas it would seem as soon as i get one thing back i loose another.  I now have no phone or wallet. I would go into great detail here as the story is really quite exciting it involves police cars head-butting a broken nose but i have said it so many times now i really cant be bothered. TO sum it up on Saturday night after work i became another statistic in the ever growing London crime wave. Luckily my two attackers spared me the mercy of a knifing, which i am truly thankful for, but what really does gets me is that one of the guys had prayer beads in his hand. Now i am not religious but i know for a god dam fact that no religion says its ok to 1. steal 2. kick the shit out of someone. All in all utter utter twats. My advice if you do get approached by two guys with beards and prayers beads run, either they're going to mug you or they are going to start preaching. And no one likes the preaching.. 

As a result of this i am in a bad mood. Last night my list of new things multiplied, which in theory is good but the reality this time it was bad. I had to call one of those annoying call centers to cancel my card. Ok so your on the phone, with the automated service from hell, press 2 to cancel your card, you press 2 after being told your call is really imported you are transfered to one of the trained advisors. TRAINED. By what a donkey?! these people sold their souls long ago, they are scripted robots from watchdog hell. So you pressed 2 right to cancel your card, first question they ask "how may i help you today?" well five minuets early i pressed 2 to cancel my card so lets have a think shall we? "You can help me today by canceling by card, my card was stolen". follows by "OK sir may i take your card number please". what?! "My card was stolen e.g. i don't have it anymore..." so this goes on and im put on hold again and again "your call is really important to us" it goes on like some patronizing advert selling dentil treatment. Anyway after i use my whole vocabulary of swear words i manage to eventually cancel my card. Then it was time to start on the phone, and when i ring up and say "my phone got nicked." they pipe up and say "good news we are now pleased to offer you an extended talk plan" pricks.. 

I did plan to make this first blog back a bit of a catch up because i have done a lot. I went home to Bristol Annabel met the parents, the parents met Annabel, i also stayed on a boat which was lovely. Sadly i went to one of my best friends Dads funeral, that was really hard. I cant even imagine what it would be like to loose Mum or dad or anyone close.. I played pub golf i got absolutely bungalowed i cant drink, and i cant play golf. Annabel and me also sort of broke up twice i don't know how but it was drink related so does that count? I also wished my very good friend and house mate Chris a happy 21st, and i also have developed an ambition to one day grow a mustache. 

To try and squeeze a bit of positivity into this rather gloom filled blog i suggest a visit to this shape shifting cult figure that is Tim Ten Yen. http://www.myspace.com/timtenyen enjoy!