party build up

Finished painting the bathrooom.

Finished baking the cake.

Iced the fucker.

Realised this morning it looks pretty frickin scary.

No time to change though so scary, LSD infected monkey it is.

Going out for a meal with the folks tonight to the manor in greasby, fingers crossed frank behaves himself. then back home to tidy and clean and generally prepare for the big one tomorrow. it'll be a blast.

Dancing, painting, baking. life dont get much better.

To satisfy James' curiosity, I bought Pi (the film id seen and think is pretty good), The god effect (a book about quantum mechanics which so far is very interesting) and what the bleep do we know which is fucking shite. i should have read the reviews before buying. oh well.

Saturday was Patricks dancing show at the floral pavilion new brighton. It was a full house and we had front(ish) row seats. we took jans mum to0. Patricks dance class was third on the bill and he pulled it off with aplomb. A few signs of nerves but no major embarrsements, he even got a little placque o prove he was in it. I'll try and email out the video at some point over then next decade. And Owen, I'll pop some pic over for you too. anyone else want to see how the clan is growing, come and see me.

Sunday, I filled the cracks in the bathroom wall and glossed the woodwork (sunset yellow, a littel darker than i anticipated but it looks ok). Monday night I painted the undercoat on the walls and tonight i'll finish the job. I fancy getting black tiles on the floor to set off the yellow, but although i drink spirits (polished off thelast of the monkey shoulder last night - really into that one) im not rich so the blue mockney stones will have to suffice. Tomorrow night I'll be baking the birthday cake for Frankies party on saturday. Last minute preperations are underway. 3 years old. crikey me. it wont be long before he's in school.
And it wont be long before Patricks a teenager. bloomin eck.

who wants to be a millionaire

Ah new labour, striving to keep the rich / poor divide intact.
If you earn less than about 18000 your worse off. on the other hand, if you have a holiday home in spain owned by your company, you're laughing. or if you drink spirits. or if you earn more than 43000 per year. or if you have barrels of money in savings. or if you're an MP. or rich.

At least my book and films came in the post this week. Unfortunatley one film is terrible. i turned it off after 5 minutes. The books good though, very interesting.

Other than that, nothing of note has happened in my life.

knowledge is power

I've been getting into quantum physics for the past couple of days.
Its all very mind expanding. It reminds me of these philosophy books i used to read as a young teenager. They were all about buddhisty stuff where things only exist when you need them too and all sorts of stories about rabbits and their record collections.

I never knew anything about the waves/particles thing though, which i feel i should have done. http://www.lifesci.sussex.ac.uk/home/John_Gribbin/quantum.htm

Fascinating stuff, i'm sure you'll agree. thats why i bought a book about it. and a film.
the obsessive side to my character often gets carried away with impulsive purchases.
i bought pi too, cos its a good film. and i needed to spend more than 15 quid to get free delivery.

To make sure my life doesnt disappear up my own behind we watched borat last night to readjust my geekipitence hormones. tres bien baron cohen.

meat or veg

Not mentioned food for a while so i'll fill you in on last nights shenanigans.

Jan wants to eat more vegatables. I'm somewhat apprehensive as that would leave less room on the plate for meat. But, in the interests of democracy i let her have her way - and she takes a mile.

So last night, after cooking tea (a stir fry with only one chicken piece instead of two i might add) I began work on tonights tea - vegetable curry. no meat in sight. I feel like a muslim attending mass. But this morning it definatley smelt good, albeit quite veggie. basically it has so far got chillies, garlic, onions, carrots, butternut squash, sweet potato and tomoatoes. spicings are coriander seeds and cardamom pods (both hand ground i might add) with turmeric and feungreek (the actual recipe demanded curry leaves but meols isnt bombay so i gambled ont he fenugreek, dont tell jan though, she'll have my ass). tonight i will add the chick peas, greek yogurht, mushrooms and coriander leaves. i will then serve on a bed of rice and it will be the fucking money.

i was tempted to ruin it to stop jans vegetable fixation but i didnt have the gumption.

kids, jobs and blowjobs

to save Dunc crying over being the last to fnd out anything i gave him the big scoop on friday afternoon. Yes thats right, after being told i'd have to wait til tuesday, Mr Rathbone decided that I am fucking great after all and offered my the job. so 1 month notice starting today and im gone.
So that set my weekend off to a tee. Friday saw our friday night sing-along become tradition after three on the trot, although this week was cut short due to tired kids screeming. still, got a couple of throws of the SFA fire in my heart out before Frank became uncontrollable.

Saturday saw Lewis department store sale in Liverpool which left me to look after Frank (Patrick plays footy on a saturday morning these days with a mate from school) Saturday evening we took in some wildlife programmes. Me and Jan tried to turn over when the lions began ripping the cute baby hippo apart whilst you could hear it crying for its mum. but Frank wanted to watch it. He did seem to understand the whole affair, animals have to eat. i'm not sure he is totally aware that he eats baby pigs regularly though, and that they taste great. when he finds out there may be tears.

Sunday, off to Chester to get Franks birthday pressie. a nice new trike. and being the new age father that i am i let him have it early. on the way back i narrowly averted another explanation of rude words and phrases when i rhymed hairy back with hairy crack. Not quite a patch on the time Jan left an episode of shameless in the video so when the kids got up bright and early they were confronted with some trampy bloke getting a blowjob of a tart. Obviously they ran upstairs to ask me what the funny thing on the tele was. I tried my best at diverting them away to other things whilst praying neither of them reenact any of this stuff when they go to school / nursery.

Oh, and Sunday evening so the first mow of the new year. always cause for a celebratry glass of red. and a tot of the old monkey shoulder, cheers mr james.

sun shine and to-dos

Well, after rejecitng me, the company i went for an interview with a couple of weeks ago saw the error of their ways and have invited me back for a second crack at the whip. There are pros and cons to every tale, the cons being that if i leave here, I cant roll in late very day, do frick all, mess about on the interweb and then go home.

Pros - money, as ever.

what a to-do.

luckily jan got on the wine-wagon this week so hopefully a casket of boutellies are on their way to the celtic road projects as we speak. And since i've nearly polished that bottle of monkey booze you bought me James, I'll be needing you to return to the motherland to get me some more. i didnt drink the scots-piss til then but that little bitch has changed my pallete.

There were a couple of news items that tickled my fancy this week but instead of 'bloggin' them whilst fresh in my mind i forgot them. I might remember later. fingers crossed, eh.

Sunny Days and Reggae by the Sea

Woke up on Saturday morning to the sound of the sun melting the polar ice caps. first blazer of 2007, so all you long haul fliers can look back and feel proud of the work your high altitude carbon emmisons of done. Of course if it was up to me there would have been the aroma of burning charcoals in the back yard, but Jan gets first dibs round here so instead of chargrilled burgers and prime steak fillets smoking away the afternon it was a white wash hanging up to dry. Still, not one to let such a day go by without fuss I took Frank on a trip to the tip. The perfect weather to bang on some tunes, windows down and dump the old christmas tree / pram / assorted bits and jobs that wotn fit in a standard sized wheelie bin.
Frank fell asleep after about 10 minutes so I was left to do the dirty work all by myself.

On the way back from the second trip, I spotted Mr Whippy himself setting up stall on the promenade. So foot to the floor, get Franks dinner down him and back out for ice creams. Unfortunatley the greasy wop (no offence Owen, I'm sure there are some decent italians out there. somewhere) had legged it by the time we got there so had to take the long haul back up to the shop to get a bog standard walls cornetto.

Now, I half expected Patrick to be in on the Ice cream parlour games, but his computer addiction is fast swallowing him up. too busy playing star wars to get an ice cream? Now, i had my moments on champo i admit, although i have to say i have kicked that habit into touch now, but i never gave up ice creams for computers. At least i dont think i did. Anyways, I am now on a a parental soap box, judge jury and executioner of computer games. terrible things, destroy young peoples lives with there false sense of control blah blah.

Sunday spent taking stock as the rains fall and old mother cold wraps her unwelcome fingers round my frail frame.

Sunny day, it was nice whilst it lasted. Maybe we'll meet up next saturday eh?

the bitter taste of defeat.

Well, we packed young Patrick off to school yesterday decked out in his am-dram paraphanalia. Viking helmet, version 1.2 - version 1.1 failed to make it past the drying out stage before flaking away like a 2-flush shit. Frankies survived and he painted his a nice muddy purple colour on wednesday afternoon. However i had to hurridley make a new one for patrick out of cardbaord, came out smashing. Finished the woolly jacket and it looked great. finished the dragon which also looked great.

I found out late last night the awful truth, 1 vote from his fellow classmates. the class fancy dress contest was won by a girl dressed as a wardrobe. which gives you some idea of the competition we were up against. still, the old adage about taking part stood patrick in good stead and no tears flowed. well done my lad, i'm proud of you.

I on the other hand wept like a baby girl.