taking fire

Hello… feeling quite tired today due to last night / this morning.

Jennifer and I headed down to visit Mr Bell and co at their lovely abode and took in what is possibly the greatest film ever starring Matthew McConaughey and Christian Bale, the mighty Reign of Fire.

What a big, steaming pile of dragon shite.

I decided to kip at Jennifers last night which is just off South Clerk St which meant I had a nice night but also meant I had to trek all the way across Edinburgh at 7.30am to get to my house to get showered and collect my lovely packed lunch from the fridge. I have sore feet.

My good friend Jamie wins the prize for the funniest email of the day thus far. Cutting snippets out does not do it justice so it can be seen in its entirety below, with the swearwords uncensored for your amusement:

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Stuland,

Poland was a bit pish, but not nearly as pish as previous occasions, for the sole reason that i knew it is the last time i’ll be going! with any luck the last time in my entire life! The weather was hovering around zero, which is really mild for Poland at this time of year, 2 weeks ago it was -20 degrees, ouch. I even managed to find a local McDonalds to save me eating some HORRIBLE polish food for one night, which was nice.

I told my bosses that i had got the job last week, on Friday, but i couldn’t hand in my notice, or i was advised by Electrolux not to hand my notice in just yet because i have to get a medical done before i can be 100% formally accepted for the job. The medical is a pretty standard affair done by my GP tomorrow, so Electrolux can be sure i can get their pension and not die next year. On the medical form i have already filled in the standard lies about not smoking and drinking reasonable amounts.

What is your pension contribution and what is ['Friendly Bank plc.' - ed.]‘s? Electrolux contirbute 15%, supposedly this is good??!

My bosses took it very well, they congratulated me thoroughly and wished me all the luck in the world! I was even assured my reference would be “nothing to worry about”, then on my way out i received an apology from my male boss for losing his rag (when i had that argument with him)!! So i said, damn right old man, kiss my fucking ass you bitch!! and everything was ok.

I bought an expensive bottle of Polish vodka at the airport yesterday, it cost £3.20.

What did you do for the weekend? Suzy and I went to see two towers again, but was highly pissed off with every other cunt in the cinema for talking all the time, particularly annoying (although quite amusing) was the wheelcharied spaz at the back howling and dribbling in an attempt to communicate with the Orcs (i think).

What you doing now?

Jamieboy.