Just for a change

I'd thought i'd write something about my work.

tis busy, busy, busy already. My job tasks are many-fold but to not bore you, basically i make sure our buildings are maintained, do a bit of design work for refurbishment projects ( that's re-modelling to the yanks, or "tarting them up" if you are Welsh)). And getting contractors to do all the work. I travel quite a bit around part of this insignificant country and get to sit in many traffic jams.

Anyway. I have 26 tarting-up jobs to complete this year (that's one every fortnight-dur) and still do all the other little pain in the arse bits to 200 properties.

As you may imagine, not all jobs go swimmingly so there may be a bit of swearing on here when i report in from time to time.

We are currently on site at our shop on the island of Guernsey, which is just off the French coast. Now i like going there. The flights are few and far between, which means i have to stay over for a night or two, AND i get to bring back duty-free fags. Bargain. The guys started on site on Monday. Well, they would have if the ferry hadn't been cancelled. Bugger, already a day behind. I get a phone call on the tuesday.
" Good news. We are here and have started digging holes."
"Cool", said I.
" Mmm, hang on a minute", said the voice. " We have uncovered a hole that shouldn't be there. It's 6 ft deep and 4 ft across and lined with bricks. We think it may be a well."
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"No, a well?"
"Yeah, you know. A hole in the ground that you keep wat..."
" Yes, yes, i know what a fucking well is."
"It's not my fault". He said, rather hurt.
"Where is it?" I stupidly asked.
"in...the...ground". He spoke slowly.
"Is the boss there". Hopefully.
"He's taking a dump". (shit) He said, far too openly.
"Ok.You'll have to do. Where, in relation to the walls of the new building, is the hole?"
" Oh! Right underneath where two walls join".

"Fucking marvellous", I muttered.

" We need an engineer to tell us what to do." He said, passing the buck.
"I could tell you." I thought

This went on for far too long but eventually we found that it was just an old, disused pit ( probably used to keep builders' brains in) and decided to shift the walls a bit and fill the hole in.

I'm sure this saga isn't over.

It's that time of year

I don't usually get maudling around this time of year. I'm not one for false hopes or wishes so there are no resolutions here.

But saying that, it does make you think,when someone as cool and as nice as Kid Ric passes briefly through your cyber-life;only to be taken away just as quick, perhaps i should have some hopes and wishes?

Ok, just to join in. This year I will be mainly wanting to:

1) Seeing James Casey's band play live.
2) Finishing my mini-opera
3) Starting my book.
4) Buy a Gibson J200
5) Help someone in a fix. ( I know all the beauty pagent girls say they want to that sort of stuff, but it's sincere).
6) NEWLY ADDED - Enter Bex ( i could stop typing there, but better not) 's forum challenge.

BUT befoe i can do that, i have the small problem of this year's panto!!

This year, the Village players are doing Peter Pan. there will be much swaggering and general mayhem. I usually have a small part ( see, the jokes have started already......ta -da I thenk you)
and sort out the sound effects and lighting and sound track etc, then get a monkey to push all the right buttons. this year there will be no acting for me so i've spanked my monkey ( waits for tittering to end) and sent him on his way. I will sit in the attic space and press my own buttons.

I will be locked in for 2 hours with only a bottle to piss in and no where to sneak a fag.

As soon as it's done, i will continue my musical opus (more like 'opeless ) and do a bit of work with Suesjoy, my singing mucker (friend). Until then, let's all swash a buckleand enjoy life before anything nasty happens.

Love and peace.

P.S. I've managed to sneak a Who number in to the panto. Don't tell Pete, he'll sue me.