Long time no blog.

Read an article on the front of some bullshit-pushing tabloid in the work canteen today. The said tabloid was outraged that a convicted criminal won £5million on the lotto recently. In fact, the outrage had spread to my co-workers. I have two points. First: No-one deserves to win £5 million quid for doing absolutely nothing so it doesn't matter if you are a criminal or not. Second: the lottery is absolute chance and hence anger that the criminal is being "rewarded" is unfounded. I hate my damned co-workers. Why can't they just stop thinking about the lottery and read more books?

A couple more things. Medium weight cheeses (boursin, dolcelatte) now pose no problem at all, although the heaviest cheeses (cheddar, lancashire) cause a slight twinge. More painful however is my constant conciousness that results day is now but 2 days away. Egad! It's an awful burden to bear.

Finally, Dad, would you please realise that the essence of wargaming is the consumption of time itself, and not the act of playing a game. Realise now that if you played games quickly you would be lonely for a larger percentage of your life. Also, you are a mouthpiece for GMT and it disgusts me.

Man, i forgot how much I like blogging.

Today is a day of great voids. Firstly, Dad is out tonight. Secondly, I haven't seen Harriet for Donkey's. Thirdly Ally McBeal isn't on due to damned infernal cricket. Fourthly, there is a huge hole in my stomach that won't go away.

Dammit........ Oh, and I can't work overtime for a week due to the time I had off sick. I'm sooooo gutted......hee hee hee :)

Back at work, and feeling stiff. I did manage to avoid picking up any heavy cheeses at all, instead ficusing my efforts on the lighter cheeses such as brie and philadelphia. Am feeling slightly resentful towards my section manager, who, yesterday, having just returned from a two week holiday, asked me why she had heard that I wasn't doing any overtime. Fact is I did about 20 hours overtime while she was away, and I was booked for more that I had to cancel due to back trauma. More curious is this....who is telling her I'm not doing overtime? I thought it was a friendly place to work aswell.

Johnny phoned from the lake district. He is there with my friends Will and Tom. I was meant to go but didn't due to my crazy commitment to a shitty job. Anyway, feeling really sorry for Johnny, as his first words of the phone call were "I just needed to talk to somebody else". Maybe it's a good thing I didn't go.

Dad is a fool. He left for "stinkercon" with 4 games, and came back with 6! He complains about my junk filling up the house! My junk doesn't magically reproduce.

Geez it's been a while. What with summer employment (Tescos, up at 5am) I feel pretty much permanently knackered. It seemed something of a blessing therefore when on thursday I hurt my back lifting a box of Tesco value mature cheddar (one of the denser cheeses by the way). Doctor ordered me to rest for the weekend, which I am taking great pleasure in doing.

Watched cult-classic "Withnail & I" on Thursday night, in much pain. Richard E Grant is definitely incendiary as Withnail, although I am unconvinced by Paul McGann. For a character who was meant to be very much heterosexual he came across as pretty gay to me. Of course, the whole film made me worry greatly for my friends Tom, Will and Jonny who are off to a Lake District cottage for a holiday today.

As for the idiot father, he's headed off to the sweaty palmed stinkfest that will be manorcon 2002. He is taking, I kid you not, business cards with his blog address under the "nimrods" logo to leave lying around the darker corners of the convention. Some people will do anything to get hits. He should try getting them on the merits and reputation of his writing and not by forceful advertisment.

Hi Phil

Enjoying your amateur blog. Can I link to it yet?

Three points:

a) I stole 1 beer not 2.

b) You're welcome to drink the Heinekens - I got them in for you anyway.

c) I didn't "send you upstairs" I asked you to switch the TV off once I'd
kindly let you watch the tennis.

Love
Dad

Just recieved this from my "Dad". How about some points for you Mr ?!

1) How dare you call my blog amateur? What, are you paid to write the crap in your blog? I hope not!
2) Heineken is not as nice as Grolsch!
3) The sending upstairs was inplied in the hostile greeting I recieved, and furthermore in the way in which I was made to feel in no uncertain terms that a game was more important than me.
4) Surely it is my right to watch tennis in my own home, and not a kindness bestowed upon me by you?!
5) Not so fun is it?! Being quoted on the internet?! Huh! Huh! huh!

Damn punk.

Beginning to get very annoyingly close and yet so far....

Dammit, just a tiny tweak now....

So, it truly is addictive. Hopefully this final testing entry will be the last, as I think I have cracked the margins dilemma. Oh, by the way, Dad stole two beers off me yesterday. Grolsch aswell. Dad buys cheap crappy beer and gets angry at me if I drink it. Why, therefore, should he get away with thieving my nice beer. Just seems unfair. He also told me to go upstairs so as not to disturb his wargame. Am I unneccesarily angry? Or am I living in a damn oppressive dictatorship?! His iniquities will not go unpunished, oh no.....

Isn't that amazing, how I know b-all about anything computery, and yet I still managed to sort that out! Wow, I really am getting geeky.

Still experiencing wierdness with this template. If only I had resisted my primitive urges to have flames all over the place then maybe this suffering could have been avoided. Ah well, it's not like anyone is looking anyway, and this posting is a simple experiment to see if the template will fix itself. I very much doubt it.

So, it has come to this. My voice cannot go on being misquoted by my foolish father. I must make a stand against his blindingly terrible site. From now on, when you read pithy slush about GMT, or psuedo-brave rants against Islam, and you feel sick, just come here and read something better.

To be totally honest, I am just doing this to show my idiot father that he is not the only person in the world with too much time on his hands. I also possess enough grey matter to write a couple of garbage sentences capable of entertaining a simple mind. You reading these words right here...here... is proof of that. But the sad truth is, my fall into pointless web-journalism was never inevitable. It was forced on me. You see, there was a time when I would never have considered bothering with this. It is, after all, clearly for geeks. However, when the mega-geek Peter Haslehurst started writing crappy entry after crappy entry on "Nimrods.com" it was time to get geeky.