whats in a name

Funny thing happened at work this morning, we have a client that have employed a new manager, (that incidentally I will need to speak to on a daily basis)...... I wrote his name down when I was given it and called this morning....... I spoke to the girl in the office and asked to be transferred through to Mick Hardigan..... at this point listening to myself say this out loud I seriously had a bad case of p.m.s.l...... oh my, I then had a mutlitude of things running through my head like, can I speak to Mick Hardigan, no hes not there ? well can I speak to me jumper...?
At this point the guy picked up the phone, while I was still pmsl and feeling that this giggling fit would not dissappear straight away, I was totally unprofessional and put the phone down... I have now made two further attempts to call him but I seriously have got a case of childish behaviour and cant do it !!

This has then got me think back to a time when in the RAF, and a young girl in the mess (canteen) actually shoulted across the hall and said " has anybody seen Mike Hunt "...
oh she never lived it down, especally as half the mess raised their hands in unison...
There is also a grasstrack motorcyle sidecar pairing that I remember from my younger days..the guy was called Ivor Firman and his racing partner was called Sue Moorecock... being only about 12/13 at the time I found this highly amusing...
A footballer called Fitz Hall (who plays for Wigan Athletic) is know as ' one size '...... think about it !!

Does anyone else have any funny names that they have come across ?

Also does anyone know how I am going to call this guy without laughing ?

ciao4now

eradication of the mastication station....?

Driving home from work today, tunes on, tried to eject the c.d. and kapoot, no way is the c.d gonna eject...damn damn damn..... switch it off, switch it on again...no chance, after trying this a few more times (obviously my brain thinks that the more times I switch it off and on the more likely it is to repair this fault)like its really gonna solve it...... dummy... I think this kind of 'fix' is a girlie thing..
Anyway, as the c.d isnt gonna shift, I change it over to an unknown quantity in my car..... the RADIO....mmmm.... nothing tuned in, so hitting the find a station button (or whatever its called) and it comes to a grinding halt on this chat station about cooking... bloody cooking....
stir in the melted butter.... fold in the cornflour.... (fold it, what the fook is folding) in fact what is corn flour, and who has this ingrediant just knocking about in their cupboard? scatter half a cup of dried peel (anyone got any spare peel)? nope didnt think so..... and who in their right mind can write all these damn instructions while negotiating the Manchester rush hour traffic ? are these people crazy ? It seems that the world is going cooking crazy, every channel on a Saturday morning is cookery programmes made simple for educating people, and showing them how to create a meal that is totally impossible to make..... add a pinch of cumin.... does anyone really want come in their scoff ?
well I dont and I am making a stand to eradicate the mastication stations.....

Thats my rant over for the week, and tomorrow I WILL get my c.d player sorted.... whatever it takes... cant do the radio....

Smoke or not to smoke

It seems that as the smoking ban draws ever nearer in England, everyone I know is making an attempt to give up smoking........ so what do I do ? shall I give it a go ? or should I stay individual and tell the world to ram it ?

But I know I am starting this with a defeatest attitude, I trick myself with the lines " but I enjoy it" or " I am not ready to give up ", which promps, how do you know if you are ready to give up ? if thats the case then I will NEVER be ready to give up....

Like most things I was an early starter when it came to anything bad, I have been smoking since I was TEN tears old.... (and I made my brother start at the same time and he was (well still is....) two years younger) So is this another excuse I can use for failing.... I have smoked too long to give up now, why practice and perfect smoking for this long, only to stop ?
I am worried that giving up smoking is going to be that stressfull that I will then start smoking to combat the effects for stressing about not smoking....
Seems like a vicious circle to me.....

So before I jump in with two feet and attempt the impossible, I am going to do some research this weekend and get some info about ' how to give up '......

So if anyone has any ideas about giving up or not giving up let me know, I think maybe I will need all the help I can get.....

anyway gotta go now as its time for a cig before I start my day at work.

ciao4now

weekend wonder

How and what am I going to do to make this weekend as exciting and fun as last weekend........ ?? I need some ideas desperately.... help me....

Last weekend was just a fun, amazing, eye opening weekend.... let me try to explain...
Last Saturday morning I left my home at seven thirty (ish) ha with a weekend pass and drove the two hundred and fifty miles to a country guest house (my home for the night) in deepest darkest Norfolk, and yes the land lady was a snot, but she, at this point was the least of my worries..... in fact she wasnt a worry at all ! snotty cow..
Anyway... I was in the RAF and was on a reunion weekend with some of my buddies (old buddies I suppose as I hadnt seen most of them for 13-14 YEARS)

However I thought it best to make the most of the whole weekend... as you do..

So, first of all thanks to friends reunited (or as it should be called...dangerous but fun liasons) I was meeting with the most amazing fantastic person that I hadnt seen for 16 years...... oh boy this was the 'one that got away ' all those years ago......you know the one, I think everybody has this person at some point in their lives..... wrong time, wrong place,.. yes it was probably still wrong time, wrong place, but hey what the hell, sometimes you just gotta go for it, make a stand, face up to what you don't really want to see....... but oh my word, it was like nothing had changed at all....nothing, as I looked into the eyes and saw the most magnificent reflection of my feelings...I can 100% state that it was definiely the wrong time and the wrong place....... well it was in a pub in the backwater of Norfolk !!
We only managed to get a couple of hours together, but this was enough time to arrange the next illicit meeting.....

Then onto the evening, where I met with nine of my old buddies... it was set in a country pub... and I mean country.... to put it another way when the nine of us entered the pub the population of the village had doubled and the locals were all on the pull as they tried to find one of us who could break the family tradition of interbreeding (they must long for a child that doesn't have six toes and that doesn't drink its own bathwater !!)
The whole night was a constant reminisance of past misdemeanours and fun fun, fun, I laughed for the whole evening, and at one point I actually thought that if I laughed much more I would need a tena lady ! As the village pub only closed when the last person left, it truely was a late, drunken, fantasic, fun, becks and voddy redbull weekend.

How do I compete with this ?