If ever you see me blog the words "I'm going to update this blog more often", treat it with the same amount of belief as a comment any Arsenal fan makes about his team's chances in the league.
OK I've been busy etc and all the usual crap. But actually I haven't. I recently bought a PSP and I can't put the darned thing down. It's a barrel of larfs, in my spare moments in work I'm always mucking about with it. Ah yeah, work.
First Andrea left after 3 days. Nick was the next to go, 3 weeks later. Then Mike, followed by Andrew. And today Josh walked out. Anthony might be the next to go. OK the job is tough, but enjoyable tough. Who knows, maybe I'll be next to go? Dunno but I doubt it. I'm enjoying this and it's taken me 4 years to get back.
And so many cuties on the team too. Angela (wow), Lisa (corrr), Rachel (meltdown!), Stacey (bling bling!!) Julie (booya!) and the fabulous and very lovely Cath who, if you didn't know, looks like a brunette Billie Piper. Complete with curves :D
Dad's birthday on friday, he's 70. Which means tomorrow is.......Paddy's anniversary.
Paddy was a mate I had in school. He got himself in trouble with the law a few times but he was always ok with me.
February 8th 1989 was the day he died. He was playing 'chicken' with the waves on Aberavon beach. Out of nowhere a massive wave crashed in and swept him out. He was never seen alive again. I last saw him about a week before he died, we were riding our bikes home from school. We rode on the pavement until a passing police car slowed down and the officer growled at us to get off it and on to the road.
A few hundred yards on, we parted ways and the last thing he ever said to me was "Don't let the pigs catch you". That was so Paddy. The days after he died, school was stunned. It never really sunk in. Anyway, in 2 years it'll be his 20th anniversary. That will be bizarre.
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