So. This week has been much the same as last week, as it usually is in Winch. Work hasn't been too bad save for the occasional pillock asking me for a blind in a colour we don't do it in and how dare we not have the blind she wants or the piece of fried gold that is 'Oi, do ya sell paint, darlin'?' Well shit me, i thought it was a D.I.Y. shop.
Monday night saw the Bear and I being invited to the Bishop on the Bridge's second pub quiz by Monster. Baz was feeling under the weather so didn't come out and her friends couldn't make it either. There was an intro round where the quiz dude held a microphone to a hifi which i thought was delightfully quaint compared to The Oak's quiz. There was also a general knowledge and a Winchester round (and another several rounds that i have forgotten), with questions such as 'Which Winchester secondary school did footballer Wayne Bridge go to?' Points go to Bear who pointed out he went to the same (scummy-Westgate was better) school. We came 3rd out of (oh the shame) 4 teams and won a packet of sweets which promptly made it into Monster's bag. Might go on Monday but i don't like getting home late on hairwashing nights so we'll see.
The gym started to pick up a little bit toward the end of the week. I had my fourth instructor lesson too and was taught core body muscles. Hurray! I don't have another damned appointment for 2 more weeks. Even though i have yet to see a dip on the scales (any kind of dip would be great) i felt fairly euphoric at the end of my sessions on Thurs and Fri and i've been a bit more careful with what i eat, largely omitting doughnuts at work.
Thursday saw a one week only return of the old style quiz with no buzzers. Quizmaster Nick had buzzer no.18 stolen from his quiz in Salisbury the week before. He posted a lot of mail/status updates about how livid he was about it and the various updates of what was happening as he was mysteriously getting contacted by various parties involved. Turns out the person who stole it was at the quiz getting pissed to celebrate the last night of him being a free man before he got sent down for some time on a theft and burglary rap the following morning. Nick is now in talks with his solicitor about trying to get it back. He says that he will be putting little chips in them to be able to find any that go missing in the future. We came third in the quiz. Boo and poo.
We went to the Railway on Friday night and managed to get 11 of us round one of those tiny round tables at the back by the cat huts. Crystal was a bit quiet and Hannah and I have noticed that she has been quiet or off the radar completely since the middle of September. She's stopped going to the quizzes and we miss her. We are waiting for the next Lonely Hearts Club to take her dancing and hopefully cheer her up. We went to the Railway again on the Saturday to see Christian's Alternative Karaoke. We all had a good time but sadly it was to be the last karaoke as Christian posted on Facebook that he is quitting doing it at the Railer after he made a loss.
I have been wasting my life playing Farmville, Mafia Wars and Cafe World on geekbook. The first and last are suprisingly addictive. The Bear is playing Guitar Hero after watching some programme by Charlie Higson relating to computer games.
The Bear has handed his notice in. How cool is that. I can't wait until i get to do the same but i have many months to go before that. He starts his 6 or so months training with his uncle in Nov so i guess we move in April or May I plan to give a months notice but to work part time for my last two months so that i can get my shit together with packing and finding a job down there. Bear suggested we have a party to celebrate our leaving on the scale of the last leaving party we had at the Railway before we moved to Aber. I think things are a bit different now though because all the people i'd want there are no longer in Winch and i'd want QuizNick to lay on the music but as lovely a thought that is, i think we're better off putting that sort of money into the new life. It'd run to about 500 smackers and that is frankly ridiculous. Instead, i fancy getting blind drunk after my last shift at the Base (and being allowed to!) not having a work leaving do cos that'd be gay and having a succession of leaving meals and drinks to make sure we see everyone before we go. I'm so excited. I want to see my bosses face when i ask to go part time. Sadly the way things are going at Base he'll probably be grateful to give me less hours.
I must go now to sort out a Spicy kitten with a bleeding tail after her latest neighbourhood scrap. And for a crafty fag. Adios.
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