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MoJo got up at about 10:30, lazed around, talked to a friend over MSN as her boyfriend lay snoring behind her. Went to get a haircut at about 11:40, kept on walking as I saw the place was full. Walked home, lazed around, went to the barber's again at about 1:55, this time there was a sign on the door saying "Out to lunch, back at 2:30".
Lunch? At 2pm?! The reason I waited so long to go back was because I thought he'd take his lunch hour at 12 until 1, or maybe even 1 until 2. Bah. It was 2:05, and MoJo didn't fancy walking home and then back again as soon as he got there, so MoJo kept on walking.
Eventually ended up at my old school, and planned on doing a slow U-turn to get back to the barber's. They've fenced off my old entrance, so I had to walk all the way down to the main gates.
It was a trip down memory lane. Two years since I've been there, and apart from the big 6" security fence blocking off my usual entrance/exit routes, not much has changed. Still got the big egg whisk looking thing by the canteen (meant to be a sculpture) still got bars on the windows of the 6th form centre, but they've got rid of the football goalposts on the fields and put RUGBY goals up. I know some of you southern fairies may play rugby, but up here it's about as popular as a fart in a lift. Madness!
So I walked around the east block, and up to one of the exits. Only, since it's not term time, they've got a big gate on the new fence, and the gate is padlocked. Being 20, my fence jumping days are behind me, so I had to turn around and walk all the way back, the way I'd come, then to the barbers. That gate is literally about 60 metres from the barber's, but instead I had to walk almost 10 minutes to get there the other way. Bah.
So I get to the barber's at 2:35... and it's even more packed than before. Some guy is there with about 7 kids, no joke. Not wanting to waste any more trips, I just go in, sit down and pick up the closest readable item (other than someone's coat label) - the Daily Star. Woo.
After 6 people had their hair cut, a mere HOUR later, it still wasn't my turn. I didn't want to walk out, so I was seriously considering phoning work and making up some excuse to say I'd be late.
Got my hair cut, walked home, ignored some radgie girls shouting "Oi! Sexy! Oi, sexy! Aye, you, in the blue shirt!" They were about 14...
Grabbed my stuff, started walking to the metro, had a small panic attack when I thought I'd left Cat's card at home (the girl I was talking to on MSN, it was her last day)
Got to work, put Ginger Andrew's Oasis bottle back on his desk (we stole it on Friday, but that's another story for another long, boring post)
My lesbian manager called a meeting, Catherine was given some chocolates and flowers, then when we came out I gave her the card everyone had signed, and... The Indiana Jones trilogy! You know a girl's special when she likes Indiana Jones. Lots of hugs for the MoJo, and proclaims that he's amazing and he's the best and everything he's used to hearing (well, in his own head) Time flies by as MoJo and his friends Mark and Ginger Andrew discuss Bobby Robson, Man U and some of the stranger people we see in the office.
After break, Mark switches the labels on Andrew's Oasis bottles (one of his new ones with the one we stole the other day) and I take his other Oasis bottle (he has two every day) Andrew takes a sip of the Oasis that, unbeknownst to him but beknownst to us, has been in my bag for three days and isn't exactly fresh. Look on his face was priceless.
End of the day comes, we say goodbye to Cat (until we go out drinking with her to say goodbye) and MoJo wanders home, pondering. Wait, this day was pretty average... no mention of The Wal (saw him Sunday and Monday) and no nudity! Bah.
Ah well.
Lunch? At 2pm?! The reason I waited so long to go back was because I thought he'd take his lunch hour at 12 until 1, or maybe even 1 until 2. Bah. It was 2:05, and MoJo didn't fancy walking home and then back again as soon as he got there, so MoJo kept on walking.
Eventually ended up at my old school, and planned on doing a slow U-turn to get back to the barber's. They've fenced off my old entrance, so I had to walk all the way down to the main gates.
It was a trip down memory lane. Two years since I've been there, and apart from the big 6" security fence blocking off my usual entrance/exit routes, not much has changed. Still got the big egg whisk looking thing by the canteen (meant to be a sculpture) still got bars on the windows of the 6th form centre, but they've got rid of the football goalposts on the fields and put RUGBY goals up. I know some of you southern fairies may play rugby, but up here it's about as popular as a fart in a lift. Madness!
So I walked around the east block, and up to one of the exits. Only, since it's not term time, they've got a big gate on the new fence, and the gate is padlocked. Being 20, my fence jumping days are behind me, so I had to turn around and walk all the way back, the way I'd come, then to the barbers. That gate is literally about 60 metres from the barber's, but instead I had to walk almost 10 minutes to get there the other way. Bah.
So I get to the barber's at 2:35... and it's even more packed than before. Some guy is there with about 7 kids, no joke. Not wanting to waste any more trips, I just go in, sit down and pick up the closest readable item (other than someone's coat label) - the Daily Star. Woo.
After 6 people had their hair cut, a mere HOUR later, it still wasn't my turn. I didn't want to walk out, so I was seriously considering phoning work and making up some excuse to say I'd be late.
Got my hair cut, walked home, ignored some radgie girls shouting "Oi! Sexy! Oi, sexy! Aye, you, in the blue shirt!" They were about 14...
Grabbed my stuff, started walking to the metro, had a small panic attack when I thought I'd left Cat's card at home (the girl I was talking to on MSN, it was her last day)
Got to work, put Ginger Andrew's Oasis bottle back on his desk (we stole it on Friday, but that's another story for another long, boring post)
My lesbian manager called a meeting, Catherine was given some chocolates and flowers, then when we came out I gave her the card everyone had signed, and... The Indiana Jones trilogy! You know a girl's special when she likes Indiana Jones. Lots of hugs for the MoJo, and proclaims that he's amazing and he's the best and everything he's used to hearing (well, in his own head) Time flies by as MoJo and his friends Mark and Ginger Andrew discuss Bobby Robson, Man U and some of the stranger people we see in the office.
After break, Mark switches the labels on Andrew's Oasis bottles (one of his new ones with the one we stole the other day) and I take his other Oasis bottle (he has two every day) Andrew takes a sip of the Oasis that, unbeknownst to him but beknownst to us, has been in my bag for three days and isn't exactly fresh. Look on his face was priceless.
End of the day comes, we say goodbye to Cat (until we go out drinking with her to say goodbye) and MoJo wanders home, pondering. Wait, this day was pretty average... no mention of The Wal (saw him Sunday and Monday) and no nudity! Bah.
Ah well.
Mine is even more boring.
Woke up at about 10:05am by the postman, he delivered the LED's that i bought off of ebay as well as a large leaflet for specsavers, being endowed with glasses i perused the leaflet before dropping it on the coffee table to allow the other family members to browse at their leisure.
Bleary eyed, i looked at the clock and thought it was 11am, i thought this was an acceptable time to be up so i got some raisin wheats and milk and put the tv on, the O.C was on which i like so i watched that, i pressed 120 on teletext to see what was coming on next and i was slightly bewildered when it said the next program was friends at 10:30, i looked at the clock and realised my previous error.
I cursed my loss of 1 hours sleep but decided to march on with the rest of the day. After friends finished sometime later i put the news on and fell asleep a few times on the couch.
After waking from my final cat nap i went through to the kitchen and saw the dishes from last night which i had neglected to do because they are about as exciting as watching your mum pole dance. I turned on the hot water and let slip a few drips of washing up liquid, i donned my rubber gloves (i like the water to be very hot) and got them over with.
Mid way through the dishes i spotted a left over sausage which i scoffed as i was feeling a little peckish from the napping. After the dishes were done i then fired up my PC and done the usual, although today i had the joy of listening to Mew from the get go. I wiled away the hours until dinner where i had spaghetti bolognase.
The dishes for this dinner are also still unwashed. I played warcraft with whitestripes and co for a while, and now im almost finished this post.
Woke up at about 10:05am by the postman, he delivered the LED's that i bought off of ebay as well as a large leaflet for specsavers, being endowed with glasses i perused the leaflet before dropping it on the coffee table to allow the other family members to browse at their leisure.
Bleary eyed, i looked at the clock and thought it was 11am, i thought this was an acceptable time to be up so i got some raisin wheats and milk and put the tv on, the O.C was on which i like so i watched that, i pressed 120 on teletext to see what was coming on next and i was slightly bewildered when it said the next program was friends at 10:30, i looked at the clock and realised my previous error.
I cursed my loss of 1 hours sleep but decided to march on with the rest of the day. After friends finished sometime later i put the news on and fell asleep a few times on the couch.
After waking from my final cat nap i went through to the kitchen and saw the dishes from last night which i had neglected to do because they are about as exciting as watching your mum pole dance. I turned on the hot water and let slip a few drips of washing up liquid, i donned my rubber gloves (i like the water to be very hot) and got them over with.
Mid way through the dishes i spotted a left over sausage which i scoffed as i was feeling a little peckish from the napping. After the dishes were done i then fired up my PC and done the usual, although today i had the joy of listening to Mew from the get go. I wiled away the hours until dinner where i had spaghetti bolognase.
The dishes for this dinner are also still unwashed. I played warcraft with whitestripes and co for a while, and now im almost finished this post.
That must have been the worst waiting for a haircut of all time
Well, there was some bloke doing a stunt while holding a photo of Michelle Marsh with her rather large norks out. But there was a kid sitting next to me, didn't feel right ogling naked ladies so I skipped the only half decent stuff the Star has to offer.
No nudity in the Daily Star? oh deare what is the world coming to?
MoJo got up at about 10:30, lazed around, talked to a friend over MSN as her boyfriend lay snoring behind her. Went to get a haircut at about 11:40, kept on walking as I saw the place was full. Walked home, lazed around, went to the barber's again at about 1:55, this time there was a sign on the door saying "Out to lunch, back at 2:30".
Lunch? At 2pm?! The reason I waited so long to go back was because I thought he'd take his lunch hour at 12 until 1, or maybe even 1 until 2. Bah. It was 2:05, and MoJo didn't fancy walking home and then back again as soon as he got there, so MoJo kept on walking.
Eventually ended up at my old school, and planned on doing a slow U-turn to get back to the barber's. They've fenced off my old entrance, so I had to walk all the way down to the main gates.
It was a trip down memory lane. Two years since I've been there, and apart from the big 6" security fence blocking off my usual entrance/exit routes, not much has changed. Still got the big egg whisk looking thing by the canteen (meant to be a sculpture) still got bars on the windows of the 6th form centre, but they've got rid of the football goalposts on the fields and put RUGBY goals up. I know some of you southern fairies may play rugby, but up here it's about as popular as a fart in a lift. Madness!
So I walked around the east block, and up to one of the exits. Only, since it's not term time, they've got a big gate on the new fence, and the gate is padlocked. Being 20, my fence jumping days are behind me, so I had to turn around and walk all the way back, the way I'd come, then to the barbers. That gate is literally about 60 metres from the barber's, but instead I had to walk almost 10 minutes to get there the other way. Bah.
So I get to the barber's at 2:35... and it's even more packed than before. Some guy is there with about 7 kids, no joke. Not wanting to waste any more trips, I just go in, sit down and pick up the closest readable item (other than someone's coat label) - the Daily Star. Woo.
After 6 people had their hair cut, a mere HOUR later, it still wasn't my turn. I didn't want to walk out, so I was seriously considering phoning work and making up some excuse to say I'd be late.
Got my hair cut, walked home, ignored some radgie girls shouting "Oi! Sexy! Oi, sexy! Aye, you, in the blue shirt!" They were about 14...
Grabbed my stuff, started walking to the metro, had a small panic attack when I thought I'd left Cat's card at home (the girl I was talking to on MSN, it was her last day)
Got to work, put Ginger Andrew's Oasis bottle back on his desk (we stole it on Friday, but that's another story for another long, boring post)
My lesbian manager called a meeting, Catherine was given some chocolates and flowers, then when we came out I gave her the card everyone had signed, and... The Indiana Jones trilogy! You know a girl's special when she likes Indiana Jones. Lots of hugs for the MoJo, and proclaims that he's amazing and he's the best and everything he's used to hearing (well, in his own head) Time flies by as MoJo and his friends Mark and Ginger Andrew discuss Bobby Robson, Man U and some of the stranger people we see in the office.
After break, Mark switches the labels on Andrew's Oasis bottles (one of his new ones with the one we stole the other day) and I take his other Oasis bottle (he has two every day) Andrew takes a sip of the Oasis that, unbeknownst to him but beknownst to us, has been in my bag for three days and isn't exactly fresh. Look on his face was priceless.
End of the day comes, we say goodbye to Cat (until we go out drinking with her to say goodbye) and MoJo wanders home, pondering. Wait, this day was pretty average... no mention of The Wal (saw him Sunday and Monday) and no nudity! Bah.
Ah well.
Lunch? At 2pm?! The reason I waited so long to go back was because I thought he'd take his lunch hour at 12 until 1, or maybe even 1 until 2. Bah. It was 2:05, and MoJo didn't fancy walking home and then back again as soon as he got there, so MoJo kept on walking.
Eventually ended up at my old school, and planned on doing a slow U-turn to get back to the barber's. They've fenced off my old entrance, so I had to walk all the way down to the main gates.
It was a trip down memory lane. Two years since I've been there, and apart from the big 6" security fence blocking off my usual entrance/exit routes, not much has changed. Still got the big egg whisk looking thing by the canteen (meant to be a sculpture) still got bars on the windows of the 6th form centre, but they've got rid of the football goalposts on the fields and put RUGBY goals up. I know some of you southern fairies may play rugby, but up here it's about as popular as a fart in a lift. Madness!
So I walked around the east block, and up to one of the exits. Only, since it's not term time, they've got a big gate on the new fence, and the gate is padlocked. Being 20, my fence jumping days are behind me, so I had to turn around and walk all the way back, the way I'd come, then to the barbers. That gate is literally about 60 metres from the barber's, but instead I had to walk almost 10 minutes to get there the other way. Bah.
So I get to the barber's at 2:35... and it's even more packed than before. Some guy is there with about 7 kids, no joke. Not wanting to waste any more trips, I just go in, sit down and pick up the closest readable item (other than someone's coat label) - the Daily Star. Woo.
After 6 people had their hair cut, a mere HOUR later, it still wasn't my turn. I didn't want to walk out, so I was seriously considering phoning work and making up some excuse to say I'd be late.
Got my hair cut, walked home, ignored some radgie girls shouting "Oi! Sexy! Oi, sexy! Aye, you, in the blue shirt!" They were about 14...
Grabbed my stuff, started walking to the metro, had a small panic attack when I thought I'd left Cat's card at home (the girl I was talking to on MSN, it was her last day)
Got to work, put Ginger Andrew's Oasis bottle back on his desk (we stole it on Friday, but that's another story for another long, boring post)
My lesbian manager called a meeting, Catherine was given some chocolates and flowers, then when we came out I gave her the card everyone had signed, and... The Indiana Jones trilogy! You know a girl's special when she likes Indiana Jones. Lots of hugs for the MoJo, and proclaims that he's amazing and he's the best and everything he's used to hearing (well, in his own head) Time flies by as MoJo and his friends Mark and Ginger Andrew discuss Bobby Robson, Man U and some of the stranger people we see in the office.
After break, Mark switches the labels on Andrew's Oasis bottles (one of his new ones with the one we stole the other day) and I take his other Oasis bottle (he has two every day) Andrew takes a sip of the Oasis that, unbeknownst to him but beknownst to us, has been in my bag for three days and isn't exactly fresh. Look on his face was priceless.
End of the day comes, we say goodbye to Cat (until we go out drinking with her to say goodbye) and MoJo wanders home, pondering. Wait, this day was pretty average... no mention of The Wal (saw him Sunday and Monday) and no nudity! Bah.
Ah well.