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(no subject) [Feb. 22nd, 2006|11:19 pm]
I've haven't added anything in months, but I am oh so pleased with this:

Your Candy Heart Says "Cutie Pie"

You always seem to have a hot date, even though you never try to meet anyone.
A total charmer, you have a natural appeal that keeps you in high demand.

Your ideal Valentine's Day date: multiple dates with multiple people

Your flirting style: 100% natural

What turns you off: serious relationship talks

Why you're hot: you're totally addicting

Go me! I'm a love god (apparently, according to a VERY selective test...)
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(no subject) [Sep. 12th, 2005|11:12 pm]
As noted by padzor, it is now my responsibility to unleash this lunatic, yet beautiful activity upon the world...

Leave your name and...

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.
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padzor and his Thoughts on Me... [Sep. 10th, 2005|02:27 pm]
[mood |listlessBloody rain...]
[music |Test Match]

See recent entry from padzor for more information on this... Thanks!

1) You're a minor deity
2) The meaning of life. But I'm not entirely sure why.. :s
3) Lard. Has to be.
4) "Who are you? Get away from me! Who are you?"
5) Hrm, running away from Ruthy's room during her first year to buy wine before that fateful night of too much port...
6) Dinosaur!
7) How does it feel to be a God, and worshiped by so many?
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(no subject) [Jun. 24th, 2005|05:35 pm]
I've been at work again, kind of a regular thing now... However, in terms of amusing things going on in the city at the moment, M&S is currently in the process of being rebuilt. This means that it is surrounded by scaffolding and all the other associated gubbins of being rebuilt, while also remaining open, ish. There's builders wandering around indoors and very little dumb stuff being funked, sadly. This is not the point of my post, really. The point comes about when you look at the posters that have been slung over the scaffolding to disguise it from the eyes of inquisitive Brummies, desperate to see how the store is being rebuilt. These have pictures of builders on them, doing the kinds of things that builders do (carry wood, look up ladders, that kind of thing), but instead of captions saying "Phwooar, big ones!" and "Woof, woof lady!" etc. like one would expect of builders, they say things like " I can't get to sleep without a cup of Marks & Spencer's Belgian Hot Chocolate drink" and "Marks and Spencer make the best extra virgin olive oil, organic lemon and parsley crisps".

Now, ordinarily, this ought to irritate me greatly, but for some reason it doesn't, and I think it's quite sweet and something entertaining, almost the kind of thing that would be done in Japan, only without the little men in green uniforms with lightsticks...

Right, off to some free theatre tonight at the Birmingham Rep, courtesy of my colleague's illustrator husband who does the artwork for theatre programmes, to see "Don Quixote Rides Again", about which I know precisely nothing... And I've nearly got a flat in Moseley, which is cool.
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(no subject) [Jun. 2nd, 2005|10:41 pm]
Just a quick one, as one of my Brummie friends noted that I hadn't updated for a disturbingly long time... Am temping, for the council, as a notetaker during career progression interviews (sample question: "How, in the last 12 months, have you introduced people development routines designed to further enhance departmental key performance indicators?"). What I note down, and then write up, forms the basis of whether or not these people get promoted. Poor sods. Anyway, HR love me because I type quickly, I don't moan much, and because I've done so many reviews now that I'm telling civil servants how to run them. Yet, whenever I'm idly typing, why do I always get the urge to type things like "WOMBATS!" and "upmoistbeaverchildrenrobertdouglasfairhurst" in order to waste time? ashglass, you have something to answer for here... One day, the office manager is going to appear behind me, notice what I'm actually writing, and wonder why she ever agreed to pay this idiot an absurd amount of money to sit, drink coffee, and type rubbish all day...
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(no subject) [Apr. 26th, 2005|07:45 pm]
Can I moan on here? Hell, it's my journal, I can moan if I want to... Anyway, to business: what has happened to sandwiches in the last five years? Today, I happened to be in Guildford city centre over lunchtime (yes, I know: I relocated to Birmingham so that I wouldn't have to regularly be exposed to shopping in damp Surrey streets, but I'm staying with my parents in Hampshire until next week, and have been since I came home from Japan). Since lunchtime is a time when people traditionally have lunch, I decided to follow suit. Therefore, I wandered into a little cafe with a vaguely Italian/continental bent that was set down a small cobbled passage between the (classy) High Street and (marginally less classy) North Street. Being a fat man, I chose to have a small lunch, a sandwich and a cup of coffee. Now, sandwiches... I had a cheese and tomato sandwich, for which the lady in the shop (tall, willowy, Afro-Caribbean, looked pretty in an apron) removed £3.90 from me. My sandwich may have spoken with a slight Italian accent, required squishing briefly in a flat toaster and contained green basil mayonnaise (commonly known as "pesto"), but was still, in essence, a cheese and tomato sandwich. What happened to two slices of granary, some mature cheddar and a couple of tomato slices? I should have gone to M&S... Coffee was very nice, however, but the experience proves that you should never let your choice of sandwich venue be dictated by the attractiveness of a shop's sandwich servers. Clearly, a lesson learned, that I will inevitably forget next time I need dough-based sustenance in a town centre.
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(no subject) [Apr. 3rd, 2005|07:41 pm]
[mood |excitedexcited]

Well, the stuff is packed into my shiny new case, I've got money with old men and mountains on sitting in my wallet and I have to get up at 4:30 tomorrow morning. The time has come to... GO TO JAPAN!!! *allows himself to be guided by childish excitement*. London to Tokyo tomorrow, nearly 14 hours of quality travel with the venerable German airline. My brother has sold me some euro shrapnel for coffee in Frankfurt, which was good of him. In return, I sold him two raffle tickets for the annual CAMRA draw (note to tompullman: I bought three. £2000 would do me very nicely, thankyou...). Not quite sure what else to write, now. Seeing apricorn for the first time in eight months should be good, though, I imagine. I'm about to go a long way from my life in Birmingham...
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(no subject) [Mar. 21st, 2005|11:02 am]
Wooo, feeling the popularity now... It seems that as soon as I stop having any sort of job, loads of people I know rock up to the Midlands. Am enjoying the company of a Mr B D James this week, as he heads to and from Stratford-upon-Avon on a work experience placement. Saw jethbob randomly and unexpectedly over the weekend as he was down in Birmingham for a party with one of his friends from home. Went out for balti with the three of them last night, and lard was consumed. And I believe joellindop is descending on Wednesday, too.

In other news, not a lot. My employment consultant, Grant, doesn't seem to be covering himself with glory in his efforts to find me temporary work, but never mind. Spoke to my brother yesterday, and he's coming up to Birmingham next week to give me a hand lugging stuff down south, so I'll be briefly back in Hampshire from 30th March, before hitting Japan the following week. So, life goes on. Blah.

Just saw this. Christ.
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2005|10:47 pm]
[mood |enthralledenthralled]

I'm in front of the pooter here, accompanied by ashglass, having possibly the least masculine evening possible. We're listening to Rufus Wainwright (yeah, he's SO manly!), having just watched Crufts and darned a coat. We did eat three square feet of naan bread between us earlier, which does redeem us in the eyes of whoever decides manliness issues (i.e. Me). I now have some cider on the go, too, so getting back to full-strength, I suppose.

Additional: It was pointed out to me after this entry was orignally posted that the cider I was drinking was called "Gaymers". So, manly as fuck, then...
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(no subject) [Mar. 7th, 2005|05:18 pm]
Deferred PGCE (on grounds of frustration, sanity and personal safety). Am unemployed, but have spent ages today emailing people and trying to find a long-term job for when I come home from Japan, LJ ate my update, sadly, so I am angrily retyping shortened version. Now have a life again, which is nice, and saw Helen at the weekend, which was also nice. Looking forward to Japan in a childishly excited way: my brother now jealous; I now feel strangely victorious.
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