The price of beer
I was in Covent Garden last night and paid £7.70 for two pints of beer. Yes, that’s £7.70. I used to be able to buy the same in my local in Liverpool for £3.20. And it got me thinking. We seem to overpay, for literally everything these days. Whilst our salaries are meandering along, every single item we buy costs more and more. Surely a time has to come when nobody has a spare dime to buy...
Back from the grave
Living in Ascot is very different to living in London. For one, the chavs are more noticeable. Scurrying around with their metal (not gold) around their either very skinny or pumped up bodies. But they are only a minority. The butchers is a good place to hang out. No, literally… I was in there for about 30 mins at the weekend chatting away; found out who our local log man was for our winter...
‘Woke up, got outta’ bed, dragged a comb across my head.. ’ recognise the tune? The Beatles. Great tune. What everyone should do on a Saturday am. I know it’s the first day you can sleep in since you started working five days ago but its sunny, you don’t have to go to work and the time is yours. So go run, it’ll make you feel good. That’s what I did...
I wish the snow would go somewhere that can handle it.
I have been in London approx. 16 years. For some reason, I can’t remember the exact year or exactly how old I was. That’s a long time. Nearly as long as Madonna acting like Britney Spears. Boring. Act your age love, not your boyfriend’s. In all that time, I have never been to Wembley to see my beloved football club play in a final. Or at all. In fact, I haven’t even been...
Money money money
Sitting in the reception of Charles Russell solicitors in the city, you would wonder what everyone is moaning about when it comes to recession. Money is literally dripping from the walls. I have just slipped on a £50 and found two more £50’s down the back of my £1500 leather chair. My cup of tea was brought in a tea pot, with separate milk and sugar in what looks like very expensive China....
Remember the time you had a girlfriend but you didn’t really like her? You was just using the time to find another one? Well that’s February. Has to he the most boring and least sexiest month of the year. It’s crap. It has zero redeeming features and just feels like being stuck in a lift with Harriot Harman; all you want to do is get out. Maybe that’s why there are only 29...
Staying in definitely is the new going out. Some days, a roaring fire, the papers, footy on tv and roast chicken is all a man needs. Going out in the snow only seems fun with either children or dogs, or both, and seen as we don’t have neither, it’s just cold and wet.
Why does alcohol effect your body so much? After years of going the pub and having 5 or 6 pints, it’s finally starting to take its toll in that it now makes me feel like I have lost my winning lottery ticket, been dumped by Eva Mendez and got subsequently got shitfaced on whisky. Rough. Sensible drinking really is the way forward.
I feel funny
It’s weird how sometimes you honestly can’t think of anything to moan about. I mean, nothing has really bothered me at all. The weekend was fun. Dinner was nice. Train journey in was ok. The gym was… yes, I think I have found one. The gym. The sweaty little gimps who use all the equipment and don’t wipe it down after they have used it. How would they like it if I sweated a...
South West Trains
Why on earth do they take so bloody long to get from Ascot to Waterloo. 58 minutes to be precise. It takes less time to cross the channel. On a fast boat. Also, there are quite a few chavs on the high street which surprises me. Can’t imagine her majesty would approve. I would give them extra tattoo’s (serial numbers) and rent them out to local families for menial chores. But that is...
I love her, I really do, but she really can’t read maps. Google maps anyway. We have been driving around looking at more houses and we have had to pull over and swap places. I am now navigator and she’s burning through petrol like an alcoholic left alone to play in an off licence in Glasgow.
Saturday night TV really is utter shite. It’s about as much fun as viewing a house which stinks of old people.
House hunting is both lots of fun and at the same time, annoying in a boring interview kind of way… you know it’s never going to work as soon as you meet, but you have to go through the motions.