Tattoos,Tattoos,Tattoos

Once you pop you just cant stop, as the saying goes. I swear once you start to get one or 2 good tattoos you are totally hooked.

Im starting to get worried for myself. The only reason for this is because I know myself and I know that I have the will power of a crack head. Everytime I see a nice peice of artwork or something that I think I could get as I a nice tattoo I start getting the "tatt-iches"or "tattiches" (this is totally a word, now!) Off to work I go and stop at the petrol station. A guy gets out of his van and has a wicked sleeve of bright colours and skulls etc. .....I just stood and tried to get the best look at it that I could. It didn't hurt that the chap was pretty good looking but the tattoo was the main thing I was looking at. I get backin the car and start to drive. However anyone who drives knows that it's maybe the best time that you will ever have to yourself to think and chill out and just kinda....daydream. So I start thinking where i can get more and what id get and what they would look like and how I can get the money together etc etc etc.

At this point I pulled myself back and thought, well, the next one I will be getting will be after my sleeve and it's going to be the one that me and my best mate back home, Doddsey, are goingto have together i.e.-

So the above is something we both really like. Its a mexican candy skull that is normally made around the day of the dead celebrations in Mexico. The can symbolize loads of different things but for me it's about being long term mates and in Mexican history they can be used for pushing away unhelpful and evil omens, certainly for me its for keeping away those mates that we have all had that say one thing and do another. The ones that are your mates for years then shit on you when their chips are down. It's certainly not meant to be some sort of morbid skull that means death and moodiness.

I love the flowers in the eyes and the really really bright colors. I know its gunna look wicked. Im thinking im going to get it at the bottom of my back and have some roses each side to signify some other people aswell. Its all very deep !!! lol. I don't mind actually when people ask why you have this or why you have that because if you wanna do it then fucking do it and I think getting something that is going to be on your body for the rest of your life really will remind you all through your life what you were thinking at that point in your life.

So onto things that are really, REALLY important. Me and the cheester are doing a Buffy marathon. I never really totally forgot how good it was but I certainly forgot how much I fuckin love it!!! It's soooooo mint!!!!

Hahaha, I told my dad that we were going to watch "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" ages ago. I spoke to him the other day and he comes straight up out of the blue and says....

"Dan? Do you still watch that crap program?"

"Most likely! Which program?"

"You know that one....."Pussy and the sledgehammers!!??"

Haahaha. If that is not something that only a Dad could come up with I dont know what is. I love shit like that. How can the human mind work that it could come up with something so totally opposite.

The next main topic in my very exciting life at the moment would have to be. Big Brother. I know it's so very very sad by normal day standards but I fuckin love it. The point in question has to be SHREE!!! This guy is such a total and utter fuck -face- tit- wank- tosser. He is sooo greasy. The point of the guy escapes me. He walks around the house, going to all the different girls asking for their sympathy then goes to the guys and says they are all wankers and swears at them...THEN..... goes into the diary room and starts complaining about everyone in the house swearing and saying THEY are the ones that have no "Respect".

So after all that excitement I must have a cup of tea and another ice pop.

Tougher Than A Woodpeckers Nose!!

Its been a long long long time since I have graced the white pages of this here blog. I have been a busy little "camper".

Well actually have I really been that busy....im not sure, however, I have been on holiday. So we went off to Italy. Ralph, one of the guys from work, has a family place over there and it was amazing. SO so so nice and relaxing which is exactly what i was looking for. Altogether it was me, Ralph, Subz and Robin who of which is the store manager. I suppose it's not something I would have thought of doing before (going on holiday with your boss), however it was actually ok. We all kinda had the same expectations of the trip and that's exactly what we got. Chilling, food and lots and lots of beer. I swear i have never had sooo much beer in such a short time period. THe first day between us we had something like 120 bottles of lager..... not good. Although the strange thing is that I had nowhere near the same kinda hangover that i get over here. It's like the old geezer that runs the churches over there..... poppy or something they call him. It was like he had blessed it himself..... very nice indeed so we took full advantage.

This beer onslaught was however after Robin, the boss, took it upon himself to fall down a great dirty hole at the side of the road before we had even reached the house. We stopped on the 2 hour journey from the airport to the house at a lay-by to have a piss and a fag. As we walk a little away from the car into a grassed area to have a wee wee, im talking to subz and turn to talk to robin and ....... he's........ gone!! I look around and then hear subz go to his knees and shout afetr robin. We all walk over and look down this 7-8ft hole to see the top of robins head (every time a car went passed) shining in the midnight light of Italian fog lamps. There had happened to just be a huge hole in the grass which he happened to find all by himself. hahahahaha well after getting him out i nearly pissed myself laughing and actually we all had to lean on the car to stop from falling over with hilarity. What a cock!!!

So after hols it was back to reality. And also back to Miranda after her op. It was all very exciting to see her and to check she was all ok. Actually there isn't that much to say because she was just really tired through lack of real scran and I had to learn the finer points of straining cuppa soup every now and then for her little treat lol. Things seem to be all good and im sure things will only get better.

Tattoo! The next installment has happened. Actually since I last posted there has been 2. I will put on in now and the other at the end of this post but that will be tmrw because I cant be arsed to get out of my warm bed to take the pic. The first one is the soil and the floor of the forest scene. It was a kinda mish mash of ideas and actually it doesn't really look like anything at the moment but I can assure.... myself..... that it will do. And now looking at it I think people must look and imagine that im going to look like some sort of mental tree man or something but I have all faith in Nick at the shop, he WILL do me proud.

The date!! So I suppose the one big thing that happened as well was going out on a date. I met this guy on a site a while ago and we decided to meet up after many nights of chatting on msn and emails. I said we should go to soho because he had never been before and actually this was kinda his first time with a guy, so he said.

We met up and although I had seen a picture of him I thought he was going to be a little better looking than he was but anyhoo he wasn't a troll and im no oil painting myself so off we went to the american diner on carnaby street. Sat down and the chat was flowing and so to were the drinks. We ate and then I said lets go and get pissed. We went into soho and started drinking through the hours.

Now comes the bit where I start getting a little suspicious. He had said at the beginning of the night that he HAD to get the last train home and that I should remind him. SO I did a couple of times and he said yep yep thats fine. So it got to like 1:30am and I now knew we were either going for a hotel or back to the flat. Couldn't get a hotel so off to the flat we went. Got back to the house and off came the kit and we dived into bed. Now up until this point we have not kissed as I realy wasn't getting the vibes that he wanted to public. Any hoot one thing leads to another and well lets just say that I very much doubt it was his first time.

To add to my already mounting issues with the boy. He was loud. Like really loud. To the point the cheester heard it, which is a small miracle because she sometimes has problems hearing herself. So that kinda annoyed me too and then he just got up and said he needed a drink and walked out the room and round the flat stark bolloko. I was like-

"you know my flat-mate is in"

"Yeah"

"So put some clothes on you dingleberry"

"Oh yeah..haha"

(I at this point was neither laughing or horny so his fate was pretty much sealed from here on in).

So I went off for hols and thought id let him down when I got back. He had been texting throughout the time and so I thought id say that I had got back together with an old boyfriend and I was really sorry that it happened like this and I would never had gotten in touch with him if I thought it could happen. I thought this was a nice way of being let down and definitely a way I would like to be dumped when the time came later in life.

OOHHHH well the little shite starts giving it big licks saying things like -

" oh well thanks. Ive come out to family and friends because I thought we were going to see more of each other now I look like a total dick! Why did you bother getting in contact" etc etc etc.

I sir was not a happy chappy. But I suppose I feel like I did the right thing so I can live with that.

Tired. I leave now.