Of Gloria, Sydney, Harold and Alexander...

OH YES, MINT IN JIFFY BAG...

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Of Pill Heads, Strangers and Rants...

JAMIE, BOBBY, MOI, EMMA AND DOM


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Dear Reader. I write to you in the early hours of a saturday morning from my empty desk with a cup of cocoa while everyone else is out stomping it up the club for Dom's birthday celebrations. Why am I in you may ask? Well lets imagine that most of the people there were my mates at one time. One day a dick head came along and managed to convince them all to take, oh I don't know let' say for example ecstacy. Now let's pretend that these easily influenced individuals then go on to gear their whole lives to the next pill and talk about little else than talking walls and pink sheep. Now lets say there's only about three of us that don't need to crawl up the nearest horizontal surface to have a good night, and that we are getting more and more aware of just how much these tiny white tablets are gearing the others lives.
Now let's say this all happened fridy night and that I don't recognise one of my best mates, I walk home from one of their birthday do's and I avoid another one of them at work like the plague because of the label they carry.
After confiding in MAdam that I'm sick of watching those who will be unnamed thinking they're something else and that having an epileptic style dance fit on the tiles is impressive I decided to clear my head and natter with Marcia and Charlie upstairs in reception. After Marc agreed that he was sick and tired of having to watch out with Paul for who was on what, I decided I really have turned to despising the club. I don't have fun there anymore. My mates are off their collective faces gurning for fun and making twats of themselves. Some of the people in there buy their mates with little tabs of E and lines of coke. I wish it was back in the day of working there where the pill heads were dirt and a few drinks and a killer hangover was all that was needed for a crackin weekend not hallucinating about 10 foot mars bars and seeing who can pop the most before their eyes roll into their skulls. I wish I knew my best friend again and we could have monday nights laughing at Little Britain and having a goose. I wish the poisonous little scrotes who got them into this kind of crap would feck off to manchester with all the other pratts and dissapear into their crowd.
But wishing gets you very little so this rant will have to do for now.
In the words of Sherrin,

RAH

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Of Puke, Birthdays, Training and Hair...

MADAM, JAMIE, MATCHU AND BOBBY A LA REVOS
ROB TENDS TO FIND THAT TARMAC CAN SOLVE MOST BACK ISSUES...

ME AND THE LOVELY MISS REDFERN!

ROB DECIDES THAT OLI'S CAR NEEDS SOME ARTWORK... BOWL STYLEE...

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Hello and happy midsummers night to you all! I've been a busy bee of late what with training for the new jobby so let's crack on.
I managed to get the job at UHVC so I've been happily training for the last two and a half weeks across the Moat House Hotel. So lots of walking 5 minutes along the canal to work, sitting in the sun, eating free buffet food and positive talking to get me geared up for a more challenging role! Truth be told now all the hippy huggy stuff is over I just want to crack on the phones but I suppose another week of 9-4 in dress down won't hurt at full pay...
Also made a few new mates on my new team (which is a pretty close bunch) so no doubt there'll be plenty to write about this lot unlike the miserable bastards from sales!
18th also saw Rob's 27th (ok ok 23rd) birthday so we piled out on the saturday to celebrate with Madam, Matthcu, Jamie, Oli and Scott. I got a lil tipsy before we left ours going as far as to prompt Madam to style my hair 'big' for me. And funky it was too after starting off decidedly dodgy. Plenty of compliments from the local riff raff but I'll be fooked if I can redo it now during the week! Needless to say after a 7pm start Mr Locker only lasted until around 12:30 am where he made a bed out of the carpark next to the club. One car-decorating-with-dinner later he was in bed fast asleep while me and Gem had a rebout on Singstar 80's (gotta love Kate Bush). I helped to mend Rob with a meal up La Bella Napolli on the monday which seemed to do the trick, with lots of house planning and hanging around estate agencies windows in the dusky hours.
Dom's birthday looms this sunday so we're deciding on whether to go the flicks for the Omen or have another BB night in at mine to horde pringles and fizzy strawberry strips (gotta love macro for bulk crap). And can we just say HOW LAME was Grace's eviction on friday? I wanted to see her broken, torn apart and bloody but no. She just smiles with all those teeth and says she is a bitch. HELLO? British public have been aware of this for the last 5 weeks - at least have the decency to look a little ashamed for polluting our screens.
Cow.
Also spotted this month was Stropon wandering the back streets of hanley sporting his latest blond bob. Joey has started his job at the club with NeeNee salivating all the way. Mumsy went to Isle of Wight festival and has yet to tell me what went on (never a proud sign) and Rhia is finally on speaking terms with Dad and Nan again after 2+ years making mine and Beths lives a lil easier at Christmas. Ooooh, and Sherrin and Stropons birthdays loom ever closer so make sure you're at Chez Shez on the first of next month or feel her wrath. No doubt it'll be a rather jolly night of boozing, mixing and tiara wearing. And that's before we hit the club.
Till next time

DON'T TALK TO NO STRANGERS!

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