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|Tuesday, June 7th, 2011|
|Damn you, Stuff. Damn you to hell.
During the first ever Odyssey my daughter was due to be born, so I missed it.
During the first PD Odyssey my cousin was getting married, so I missed it.
This time it appears my impending redundancy has scuppered me attending the June event. And, the nebulous future employment situation has put the August Event rather in doubt too.
Looks like I'll just have to accept God doesn't want me to enage in classical-themed LRP. The Bastard.
On a brighter note I've had a rather enjoyable holiday-on-the-cheap week with Catherine and the kids. Rich and Nev's sausage extravangaza, visting the folks and even a nights camping in darkest Cumbria. The weeked was nicely topped off with getting squiffy for Woody's birthday and abusing wulfboy via text message. Which was nice
Oh, and after watching a certain telly programme I have come to the conclusion there should be more sword wielding, crime fighting lesbian serpent-women on the box. Just sayin'.
|Monday, May 16th, 2011|
|On a lighter note
Had a great weekend in Manchester, barring Nina's trip to the A&E (she's fine now). The 10k was a good un', and I managed my target time of sub one hour - 58.27 to be precise. The last 1.5k was bloody hard - the only thing that got me through it was the thought that at any moment I could run past Catherine and the Kids and I couldn't let them see me callopse and throw up. I didn't see them in the end, but I did spot MIkey, Ed and Ann, and there supportive cheers helped a great deal. I feel mostly OK now, except for my right knee which hates me, and now can't cope with me going down steps for some reason.
Well done to everyone else who took part too - who fancies the Gateshead 10k back end of July?
|Drat (And Double Drat)
Well, today we got the news at work that we were half expecting but still dreading. On July the first Northern Rock will close it's Sunderland based office thereby making all the staff who work there (including your humble correspondant) compusilory redundant.
There are oppurtunites to apply for roles at head office in Gosforth, but unsurprisingly there will be a lot more bodies and jobs. In my job title there are five new jobs, and fifteen of us who will be after them.
Still, this good all work out for the best. Fingers crossed I get to trouser the cash from my pay off and get a job somewhere else, somewhere not in this rot-infested, dying, festering banking sector. Even if another job is forthcoming right away, the pay off will keep us going for a while.
Anyway, if anyone happens to know of work going in the North East bear me in mind. I'm not fussy, and will happily mow lawns or paint railings if they pay in Money.
|Friday, April 15th, 2011|
|Quick Telly Tip
Just watched an episode of The Booth at the End
on FX. Very intriguing little show, done in a nice low-key character driven stylee. I shall be looking out for further episodes with interest.
|Wednesday, April 13th, 2011|
|Going all the way baby
Just finished tonights training run, and for the first time I've gone all the way - the full 10k / 6.2 miles. Time was approx one hour and two minutes, not great but not shocking given various factors (knackered off work, hadn't ate or drank great today etc) and times can be improved.
Assuming my legs don't drop off. And it feels like they might go at any moment...
|A Little Bit of Politics
Just noticed the polling cards for Mays local council / voting reform referendum. I'm a bit undecided on the old referrendum as it happens. I'm all for voting reform but I'm not keen on AV. But do I settle any reform over the reform I want. Of course, this was most likely the Conservative plan all along - a no vote for AV will obviously be billed as a yes vote for first past the post.
Then again, it probably doesn't matter what I do, given about 20% of the population will bother to vote on it anyway and most of them won't understand what they're flaming well being asked.
|Tuesday, March 29th, 2011|
|Once, twice, three times...
...a twat. Another day, another consultation period begins at the good ol' Rock. 680 jobs to go this time, not six months after we ditched the last 600. Even better, Catherine still has the same thing going on at her work. Still, I've got to laugh. It's that or go on a murder spree round Ipswich with a crossbow. And I don't think I could afford the train ticket or the crossbow.
|Tuesday, March 22nd, 2011|
|If you were wondering...
The film I picked to watch last week was the Asylum Sherlock Holmes. I'll mostly recover from the emotional trauma in time I hope, but I'll carry the psychlogical scars forever.
Poor Gareth Leek-Wossiface. When you get a part in a film that's a step down from 'that tall welsh bloke what got bummed off Captain Jack in Torchwood' it's time to seriously rethink one's career choices.
|Tuesday, March 15th, 2011|
|Saturday (well, Friday) Night at the Movies
Catherine is likely going out on Friday night, so I'm planning to treat it as an opportunity to watch one of the backlog of films I've got on the old Sky+ and on DVD. Trouble is, which one? If anyone can offer any opinions or recommendations regarding the following I'd be gratefulRed Baron
- the German made (I think) WWI film about jolly dog fights and suchThe Men Who Stare at Goats
- Possibly a comedy, possibly about CIA agents trying to be psychic in the fifties. Possibly starring Clooney. My memory is somewhat hazy.Dragon Wars -
I've been led to believe this is some psuedo-toho giant monster tosh. So right up my alley then.Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes -
I am under the impression this is modern reworking of the classic tale. With dinosaurs and possibly aliens involved. More than likely rubbish, but the kind of rubbish I am oddly compelled to watch.Four Lions
- Comedy Terrorist Extremisim a go-go. Can't help but shake the feeling it may be a wee bit too clever for my tastes.
So, which would you pick?
|Thursday, March 10th, 2011|
|In other news
Just finished reading A Game of Thrones.
T'was fun but mildly annoying that after 800-odd pages the story really started moving along only for the bloody thing to end. May have to pick up Clash of Kings
|Christ on a (Mountain) Bike!
Bit of an odd experience this weekend. Things started normal enough with the Stewart brood decamping to Cumbria on Saturday morning to vist my folks. Nothing queer there, and a good afternoon was had by all in the environs of Crummock Water (It's not a lake. Honest).
Then, a series of funny little coincidences led to a Sunday morning I hadn't really planned for. Catherine, Kaityn and myself managed to find ourselves in a Christian Outdoor Activity Centre in the vicinity of Bassenthwaite Lake (That one is a lake. The only lake, in fact) during a prayer meeting of a bunch of seriously shiny-eyed, happy clappy, praise-the-lord evangilists. As I say, not how I would opt to spend a Sunday morning under normal circumstances.
Now I don't mind people beleiving whatever they like, but a good hour of this brand of God Bothering in such a confined space would try the paitence of a saint. Even a sodding chrisitian one. Still, given a certain portion of the congregation where made up of parents of kids in Kaitlyns class I had to sit quietly and bite my tongue. Even when some pillock 'proved' the exsistence of God by outright factually lying about the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Still, they did have nice biccies.
|Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011|
|Run, Forrest, Run!
Another day another training jaunt in anticpation of the Manchester 10k.
Todays result was 3.6 miles (as far as I can work out after the fact with Google maps) or 5.79 km in 33 minutes. Legs were painful towards the end but five minutes after stopping I felt like I could go and do it again, which is likely my body lying to me but it's all looking good.
I attribute todays improvement to a better selection of tracks on the MP3 player. AC/DC's 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' provides a nice even paced beginning, Saxon's 'Heavy Metal Thunder' picks me up nicely around the middle and Survivor's 'Eye of the Tiger' (what else?) provides a nice strong finish. Possibly running up a fuckload of steps while talking like a punch-drunk gibbon.
Or perhaps not.
|Thursday, February 24th, 2011|
I knew going down into that cellar to kill a bunch of rats and goblins would pay off. Work told me today I have obtained enough XP to level up, making me a Level E Underwriter.
This brings a number of benefits such as the class feature Improved Lending Mandate
and the free feat Master of Exceptions to Standard Policy.
My THAC "0"has not improved though, but I can now Turn customer complaints as if I was a Complaint Handler three levels lower than my Underwriter level.
Unfortunately I don't get the class feature Improved Salary
until I can start on the Underwriting Manager Paragon path, so I'd best get back to killing orcs, raiding treasure and minimising our probability of default margins to get some more XP.PS - I am aware that I've mixed D&D references from 2nd, 3rd and 4th editions, but surely only the most anally retentive of D&D geeks would be bothered by that. Mr Rafferty?
|Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011|
|Bambi legs time
With the Manchester 10k growing nearer everyday I have finally pulled my finger out (Or at least started to ease my finger out of what ever it was stuck in) and been for a run.
Half an hour of decent pace jogging without throwing up is a start, but there's a long way to go yet. For the last couple of years all my fitness work has been geared to performing at high inensity for five minute bursts (oo-er missus) for MMA. I'd forgotten how mind-destroying long, moderately paced cardio work is. Consequently my lower extremites are about as steady as those of the young version of the Disney character referred to in the post title.
Still onwards and up words. Up at O-six hundered tomorrow for another go. What does the O stand for? O my God it's early...*
*remember when Robin Williams was actually funny? Memories that grow hazier and more distant everyday,
|Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011|
|The State of Youth today
Kaitlyn got very upset this morning. Poor kid was crying her eyes out, all because she didn't like the top she was wearing.
Beacuse she thought it made her look fat. Kaitlyn, in case you didn't know, is five.
I've got no idea where she's got this from. Can't think its been anything on telly, maybe something from school.
Christ on a Bike. Don't kids get to to be kids for more than five bloody minutes these days?
|Wednesday, February 16th, 2011|
Catherine found out the other day that her employers are starting a 90 day consultation period as they look to get shot of a couple of hundred jobs. Now, a cold, rational examination of the facts tells me she should be fine but it's hard not to worry. Consquently we need to start making just-in-case plans, and so it looks like plans for our holiday and stuff like LRP is very much on the back burner until we get some reassurance. This is the third time in recent years we've had this kind of stuff going on (my job being under threat in 2008 and 2010). You'd think we'd be used to it by now.
Adding to the LRP doubt is the news that PD have stopped paying travel expenses - in a way I'm pleased they have as it can't have been anything but a massive financal drain for them, but it will make things tricky. I've only claimed them twice (I think) in the past but what with things being as they are I was relying somewhat on them this year. Hey ho.
Still, it's not all doom and gloom. While buying catfood and yoghurt in the corner shop yesterday I was told my purchase had got me a free scratchcard which could win me a can of pop of some sort. I eagerly scratched off the panel to find I had won a can of Pussy Energy Drink. Seriously. I thought the old dear serving in the shop was going to have a funny turn when I read that out.
The Pussy is still in the fridge. I'll save it for the next time I need an early morning pick-me-up.
|Tuesday, February 1st, 2011|
|Who'd a thunk it?
Then. The whole set up is a terrible, terrible idea. An awful premise, horribly derrivative (particulary of it's parent show) and unimaganative.
And yet it was quite fun.
That's what good writing can do, I suppose.
Anyway, I'm off to paint some Hungarians from circa 1944. Seige of Budapest, man. Rock n' roll.
|Wednesday, January 26th, 2011|
|Looks like we got us a reader
I see Game of Thrones is on telly soon. I've been meaning to read the books for yonks and may try to squeeze one or two in before it starts. Just in case the series is awful, you understand. Then I get to complain it's not as good as the books.
God knows I could do with something that isn't Bernard Cornwell. I can get a steady stream of his books from Charity shops and the library and as much as I like them there's only so much Sharpe one man can stand before he starts to think all his problems can be solved by shouting "BASTARD!" and killing someone with a big sword.
|Wednesday, January 5th, 2011|
|Tales of the Fortunes
I see the irrepresible Mr Fortune is considering tracking down his ancestors. I've never thought this was a good idea, as the chances of find closets chock full of not only skeletons but also flesh-hungry zombies is worrying. Especially when your family history contains bizarre rumours regarding Cumbrian Gypsies and the Men of Leng. Anyway, maybe Ed will find more salubrious stuff in his family tree. Oddly enough, I was reading some books on the American Civil War recently and came across a Tidbit of historical info that Ed may find useful...( A Possible Twig of the Fortune Family TreeCollapse )
|Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010|
|Man Vs Technology
Bastard computer is acting up again. Hopefully I will last long enough for me to write this, then I can get on with fixing it. I had to wait till the kids were in bed before I could start trying to do so, as they may be upset by all the swearing and shouting that will no doubt occur. Especially when I hit my fingers with the hammer.
In other news, I was amused to see on the news there has been a magnitude 3 and a bit earthquake in Cumbria, centred around Coniston Water, I believe (Please note - it is not a lake. Long story.). This what happens when local authorites budgets are cut to the point when the can no longer afford sufficent virgin sacrifices to Glaakii he-who-dwells-in-the-inky-pike-filled-depths. I blame Thatcher.
Right, time to get on with mending this computer thingy. Now where did I put my saw?