March 18, 2007

Notes on a small island…

Just to say I had another top night out in old London tahn the yesterday and as I wandered across Putney bridge I was surprised to see rather a lot of boats. It was of course the Womens HORR, something I’d completely forgotten about (despit knowing the date of the Mens HORR for ages, erm…). Anyway had a chat to a friend I saw on the bridge, used to be UWBC, which was cool. Then went to a pub to watch the rugby and got introduced to the gf of a friend who was from Portsmouth way which aided conversation a tad. Guess it does underline how it’s not that big a country – although both of the groups mentioned there do come from fairly small groups (rowers and the mil.).

Besides that not a lot to say, think I’ve figured out what has to be done on certain fronts, although time frame could run to months atm. Erm, nothing else really – been watching a bit of rock on music telly so I’ve renewed some of my musical tastes too(pocket full of CDs atm).

Anywho, should bugger off home and go for a run before the weather turns cruddy.


March 13, 2007

Weekend antics

Well, as ever I’ve little actual news to impart – so instead I shal rant about my recent activities and see if I actually mention anything pertinent.

Well firstly I’ve finished writing up my NVQ unit 1, which appears to me to be 2000 words of claptrap. Unfortunately as the boss is skiing atm I’m not entirely sure if what I’ve done is appropriate.

Went into Ipswich on Friday, it is indeed a little chavvy in places (there’re all these nice people at lunchtime wtf do they go on a saturday night???!) but I had a good night. Heck even had a girl chatting to me – first in a very long time – but as I’m not hanging around Ipswich much longer (for now) and I’m still basically in 2 minds about if I want another relationship right now, I wasn’t too fussed when she said she was leaving. Saturday began with the obligatory hangover, before wandering into town to sit in Starbucks and write the annual letter to my Mum for mothers day (well only been doing it 4 years now, but it’s a nice thing and beats a phonecall I reckon). Bought 2 dvds on Amazon one Pans Labyrinth +2 other films, and the other Season 1 Boston Legal, they’ve gone home – the letter says one’s hers the other’s mine her choice (Spannish horror/fantasy not her thing so I reckon BL).

Saturday evening I was sat in the dining room and one of the guys came over and asked if anyone was up for a visit to London. Was in two minds at first, but lets face it the more you put yourself forward the more you get out of life – so I went :)
Didn’t really know anyone there (heck only vaguely knew the guy who invited me, but everyone was really friendly (even had my job described as glamourous, although I’m slightly convinced the girl was nuts). Couple of bars then wandering around London till 3am looking for a bed/sofa/floor at one of a number of peoples houses.

Sunday, what a day! Up about ten, walked to a nice cafe by the side of Clapham Common and sat down for about the next 4 hours drinking coffee and tea and unashamedly watching a stunning number of beautiful women walk by (not that I would regularly, I was led astray damnit! Was a beautiful day though). Then played cricket for a bit (4 of us, 1 ridiculously good, 1 good, 1 bad, 1 bloody awful (a girl ;) ) – I was the bad one), which was fun. Then wander up to North Clapham to a pub to watch the rugby (England have been really mediocre all tournament, but that was an awesome game) – stayed there pretty late. Met some great guys, including a self employed merchant banker who was a nice bloke too and a Scandanavian helli instructor – last seen comatose on the back seats of the pub as we left.

[OK, leaving a guy absolutely off his face in a pub is bad (bar maids weren’t too impressed either – apologies) – but as was pointed out to me, he has a reputation of doing this a lot, knows London very well and is, let us say, well versed in survival skills and training]

So then it was last train home time and to bed. Did mean I’d broken the rule of three (nights in a row) so my system was a little screwed yesterday, but otherwise all is well.

Running didn’t happen on weekend and being rather delicate hasn’t happend this week so far either, but should sort that soon (1/2 marathon seems to get a day closer every 24 hours strangely).

Plans for future? Erm, well I’ll prob play next weekend or so by ear (heck it worked this weekend), plus at the end of the month I’ve got a party in London to go to. Seems I’m the only Warwicker to have confirmed so far (for shame! I’d have attended if it were 1/2 way up the country, admitedly it’s only a lil over 2 hours by train from here), but it should be cool, plus after the last weekend I’m a lot more confident about knowing practically no-one at first.

Ooh-eck, that was a lot. Later.


March 06, 2007

NVQ write up

Well I’ve been sat here all day in the office writing up some infernal paperwork for the NVQ I’ve got to complete as part of my training. It’s not that I dislike doing the actual stuff, heck it’s an NVQ level 4 – interesting stuff by and large (hardly NVQ1 woodwork here), it’s just that I’m not keen on writing it up. 2000 words for this unit shudder, best part of 2 days.

Heh, I remember the last time I ranted about writing loads, when I was going out with a wonderful young lady who could ‘accidentally’ write almost that much over a word limit, whilst I struggled on a few hundred per day. Yup you guessed it – art student ;)

Anywho, thats all I wanted to say, really just wanted to type something that required no thought and had no relevance to work. Besides that all goes swimmingly and I’m back on shifts for the next 2 days. It’s weird going from shifts to admin days – 8.5 hours seems like nothing after you’ve been doing 12and a bit hour shifts.

Anywho, it’s the end of day (hence why I can write this) so I’m going home (well to the mess at least)


February 28, 2007

Meanderings of a mind

It’s been a funny old day today, basically I’m on night shift tonight so I spent the first half of the day in town, including a brief visit to an internet cafe just to make sure that my hotmail account didn’t delete itself, so I got to catch up on some things, plus wandering around town alone generally sends my mind off wondering itself.

I guess it just got me thinking, some good stuff, some sad stuff and a few musings over what the future will hold. Some of it was personnal, some more proffessional, some linked, I guess I just got to wondering what I really want. It doesn’t help that I have little idea about where my permanent station will be in the new year, although I was reassured by the fact I could make ipswich to nottingham in around 3 hours including a break at the services (admittedly basically due to the A14, but even when restricted to 60mph roads you can’t help but remember this is a small country – not hard to be at one place when you finish work and another when people are heading out onto the town), basically geography shouldn’t be too much of a barrier to communications with friends etc.

Night flying has ceased for the night so rest of the shift looks fairly simplistic tonight, just gotta march on through to 8am now (although lunch is effectively collapsing into a bed for an hour or two)

Not a lot to say really, one of my more cathartic entries I guess, only other things happening in my life are a possible swing round back home on the weekend and perhaps a run into Cambridge the weekend after, oh yes and prep for the Exeter half marathon goes appalingly badly – will try to rectify at some point.

later


February 15, 2007

What's in the sky?

Is it a bird?
No

Is it a plane?
No

It’s a bloody cloud you nit.

Thats the long way of saying that I’ve passed my observing exam and technically am now on course to continue with forecasting training, taking closer to a year rather than the few weeks it took to get this far. The place where I work is great, good guys in the office, great ones in the accomodation. Ipswich isn’t as bad either (barring the recent murders (and not just the prostitutes)) as I’d been led to expect, mind you when it’s Pompey setting the bar I suppose the competition ain’t so fierce.

Besides that not a lot to say, ‘cept meeting some guys from uni this weekend which’ll be cool. Oh yeah and no valentines, which isn’t much of a surprise really as I’ve been far too mobile recently to gain any affections, let alone cheesy devotion.

I shall blog again when I have something to say.

Well ok maybe before then, else It’d be ages till the next one no doubt.


February 02, 2007

Random update

Well it’s been a while since I updated this, basically because I was worrying like crazy over something and wasn’t about to bore the random masses with the intricacies of my career prospects. Suffice to say the selection process is over and I find out if they think me good enough in the next few weeks, it’s not the end of the world if they say try again next year (although that would screw me over a bit) but if it’s an assessment aying ‘try in 2 years’ or ‘never darken our doors again’ I is screwed totally and may have to alter the grand plan a tad.

In other news the old Micra died a death when the bearings went in the gearbox, followed about a week later with half my gearbox dropping onto the M3 and the gearstick feeling like it was stuck in rubble, car would only budge if the clutch was down after that, even if it was in neutral. Anyway as luck would have it my mum was about to sell her Skoda Fabia for an automatic as her knees and elbows aren’t up to a manual anymore, so I stepped smartly in and got a very nice deal on ‘family rates’ to get a car I would otherwise have had to save for over the next few months.

Besides that work continues with training (even though my long-term position is a lil wavy atm), and I’m decamping to Ipswich as of Monday, so that’ll be fun. Also as it’s an outstation and actually achieves something it will technically be the first time I’ve actually done anything productive since starting work in November, heh.

About sums it up I guess, I may well blog when settled in Ipswich although I’ve nafc if internet is viable where I’m staying, guess there’s always work during a dull night shift if I get desperate.


December 30, 2006

They happen in threes…

Earlier this week I received an email from a friend at work reporting the death of her car halfway up the M6 to Scotland.

A few days ago da Widge also reported the death of his car.

Today mine has just taken to emitting a whining noise when accelerating in 3rd or 4th gear. I am reliably informed (by a guy who knows cars fantastically well) that I’ve lost a bering in the gearbox. This is either a job of replacing the gearbox (and anything else that the new gearbox requires eg new clutch or complete engine) or getting a new car. Suffice to say both are somewhat expensive. Oh yes and when I say ‘new’ gearbox I do mean salvaged from some other car.

Bugger, bugger, bugger.

Now I just wait for a quote and decide which I want to go for.


December 28, 2006

Aristocratic mumblings

Ooh, just watched ‘The Aristocrats’ on More 4, I guess it’s funnier when you know what you’re going to get, but I must say I loved it. So yes I may be a slightly warped and sick bastard, but at least I’m not the one coming up with the stuff. I love just seeing how far each of the comedians can take it, the ability to cross so many boundaries in one conscious thought as a way of proving skill, one-up-manship or just taking the most Freudian scatological nightmare and calling it family entertainment. Awesome. oh dear, oh dear, what has become of me

In other news, erm not a lot, twere a bit different having Christmas as a true holiday – a break from work rather than education (although I guess work atm has a pretty hefty whack of learning atm, but that’ll ease up soon enough). Not so much a Holy-day, so my occasional Christian leanings are a bit bruised (who am I kidding, you did read the first paragraph right?), but there’s still a feel to the season I guess. Here’s to a happy new year, especially for those folks who had cause to be glum in the past one – I guess I’m thinking about the Gulf and Afghan, but I suppose that feeling applies closer to home too.

Ooer, bit low that. Be happy people it’s Christmas! And if your humour’s already in the gutter you could do with a dose of the Aristocrats to make the yuletide bright.


December 23, 2006

Home again

Well it’s Christmas and like so many others I have returned home for a bit. Not that I really had much choice this year mind, corporate accomodation has a habit of ceasing to be so accomodating when you no longer have a job in the local area – although I shall be returning to sunny (and hopefully not so foggy) Exeter come the Spring. For now its home for two weeks, then Lincolnshire before settling in Sufolk for a while at least, I’ve gotta say its all been rather interesting.

Had the big exam on Thursday, weird really, there’s nothing like the pressure of ‘If you fail theres a goodly chance we’ll give you a P45 for Christmas’ and yet I almost certainly did the least revision and was the most laid back. Fair bet that that’ll have to change for the next assessments which I’ve been assured are appropriately harder.

Naturally enough having had our last full day on thursday, plus an exam and the fact my birthday got ignored earlier in the week as people were too busy studying – we all got absolutely wasted. Twere lots of fun – even managed to convince my mostly non-rock colleagues to go to the local rock club, although it was rather light that night.

...As opposed to my head the next morning. Tequilla is not your friend. Never the best at hangovers though I am I did manage to struggle in to work to collect results, which as everyone passed was a rather nice way to round out things.

Got my mum to tape ‘Hogfather’ whilst I was away, just watched it. I’ve always been on at her to read one of the books if only to understad where half my references come from. Rather a good adaptation I thought – not as good as the book, but then what TV/film version is? Although this does now mean that my mum thinks I’m even weirder than before – as I said about halfway through ‘welcome to my moral compass since I was 9’. I do love those books. Anyway hope you have a merry Christmas, you deserve it if you’ve managed to read this much codswallop.

Here’s to the sun rising tomorrow ;)


December 15, 2006

Destination

Well a few more days have passed and I have finally been told where I am to be posted for the majority of 2007 (bar the few months midway where I’ll be back in Exeter), I’m off to sunny Wattisham, in Suffolk – a mere stones throw away from that den of iniquity Ipswich (hope that gets sorted soon). Apparantly it’s helicopter central so it kinda fits with what I was after proffessionally even if its bloody miles from anyone I know.

Besides that pressure mounts on the exam front, next thursday morning is the biggie, after which I can chillax for a bit – before stressing out like a stressed person for selection at the end of January.

Although having said that I have gone out twice this week and it looks like twice this weekend too, plus a Christmassy meal on the Sunday which all my classmates are helping out with. Burning the candle at both ends plus a bit in the middle then, but I’m fairly sure I’ll be sorted for the exam when it hits.

Think that about sums things up for now with the exception that I don’t have a clue what I’m doing for new years and am completely without pressies for family still, ah heck – it’s gonna be me and every other bloke in the country this Saturday at the shops.

Later


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