Ok, so this happened a few days ago, but I've just remembered and thought I'd post about it.
I was on the way home having picked the missus up from the train station, driving past the local shop there was clearly something going on as police were in attendance.
There was a police van wanting to pull across and park on my side of the road, but it was dark and I couldn't really see it was a police van until I got fairly close.
Anyway, a few cars went past without letting it across, and I was going to do the same to be fair. Then the perfectly responsible chap driving the police van, who would never abuse his powers in any way, shape, or form decides to stick his lights and sirens on so that I have to stop and let him park.
Now I get that the guy had to get his van parked, but whatever the incident was was under control as there were about 6 other officers there already, and there was one car behind me and then nothing as far as the eye could see so it wasn't as if he was going to have to wait long...
... but no, he has to make me stop so he can park... and they wonder why everyone thinks the police are a bunch of arrogant wankers...
Friday, 29 October 2010
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Nipples!!
Right, so the corporate clothing turned up for the exhibition in Munich, all looks pretty good but none tried on yet.
Anyway, my dear friend and co-worker was encouraged to try one of her shirts on. Off she goes to the toilets, for what seemed a fairly long time, and then she returns, looking lovely in a bright yellow polo shirt with the company logo on.
Of course things weren't quite perfect, the shirt was... snug around the upper torso area (her boobs), and protruding into the air, as bold as brass, were her nipples.
Well what can you do? Upon noticing this I've turned away and said "that doesn't leave much to the imagination", her response came "I know, you can see my nips!!".
She then proceeds to cover herself up and retreat back to the ladies to change back, but will forever be known as Nippy.
Luckily for her the boss was walkabouts at the time so nobody but me saw, but I'll not let her forget it anytime soon.
Anyway, my dear friend and co-worker was encouraged to try one of her shirts on. Off she goes to the toilets, for what seemed a fairly long time, and then she returns, looking lovely in a bright yellow polo shirt with the company logo on.
Of course things weren't quite perfect, the shirt was... snug around the upper torso area (her boobs), and protruding into the air, as bold as brass, were her nipples.
Well what can you do? Upon noticing this I've turned away and said "that doesn't leave much to the imagination", her response came "I know, you can see my nips!!".
She then proceeds to cover herself up and retreat back to the ladies to change back, but will forever be known as Nippy.
Luckily for her the boss was walkabouts at the time so nobody but me saw, but I'll not let her forget it anytime soon.
The aimless meanderings of a Spawnicus mind
Ok, let me preface this entry by saying this - I'M BORED!!
I've been at work about 90 minutes, there's not much going on (that's not to say there aren't things that I could / should be doing), and I'd rather be curled up in bed.
I made one thing very clear to the other half yesterday, and that is that I am NOT moving to Russia!! That's slightly random, and she thought so too. The thing is the night before last I had a dream that we were looking around a ground floor flat in Russia, and she announced to the estate agent that we were going to buy it. Now don't get me wrong, $1500 is a snip, but I just don't want to move to Russia.
I have no idea what prompted me to have that dream, short of the fact that we live in a rented place and I'd like to be able to get our own place that we can put our own mark on... I hate magnolia, but you know what landlords are like, everything has to be magnolia!! It's "neutral" and "unoffensive" which basically means dull and uninteresting.
When I was living at my mum's I had my room 1/2 dark blue and 1/2 dark red and loved it, it was unique and it was mine... now everywhere I turn is magnolia... this displeases me immensely.
I've been at work about 90 minutes, there's not much going on (that's not to say there aren't things that I could / should be doing), and I'd rather be curled up in bed.
I made one thing very clear to the other half yesterday, and that is that I am NOT moving to Russia!! That's slightly random, and she thought so too. The thing is the night before last I had a dream that we were looking around a ground floor flat in Russia, and she announced to the estate agent that we were going to buy it. Now don't get me wrong, $1500 is a snip, but I just don't want to move to Russia.
I have no idea what prompted me to have that dream, short of the fact that we live in a rented place and I'd like to be able to get our own place that we can put our own mark on... I hate magnolia, but you know what landlords are like, everything has to be magnolia!! It's "neutral" and "unoffensive" which basically means dull and uninteresting.
When I was living at my mum's I had my room 1/2 dark blue and 1/2 dark red and loved it, it was unique and it was mine... now everywhere I turn is magnolia... this displeases me immensely.
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Brother of Spawnicus
Righty-ho... so I suck at this blogging malarkey then... I know this because I started a blog and posted just once which is a bit pointless, there maybe worse blogs out there somewhere in bloggerland but I doubt it somehow.
Anyway, I figure that it's gotta be time for another blog, I have2 followers and they deserve and update!!
So, the question really is what to blog about, what has been going on in the world of Spawnicus lately? Well lets fill in some background info shall we? I have 4 great loves in life which are my fiancée, Manchester United, video games, and pizza (in no particular order but I figured I should put the missus as the first on the list regardless). Anyway, don't be surprised if those 4 topics spring up every now and then, for now though I think I'm going to focus on my brother.
We've had an up and down relationship over the years, but these days he's my best mate (and will be best man at my wedding too). We have a great laugh when we get together, and this past Saturday was no different. Since his other half was out of town, and my other half was going to her mate's birthday which I didn't much fancy going to I went to spend some time with my dear old Bro (who actually is 2 years younger than me).
He's spent half his summer in the gym getting in shape (not so lazy student) and also playing squash, and he decided that he wanted me to go and play squash with him. I've spent my summer sitting on my arse and eating junk food, I'm also waiting for an appointment to see a specialist about a long term knee problem I have, so I got my excuses in early and thoroughly expected to take a beating on the squash court.
The first game ended 11-1, not exactly what I expected since it was me who got the 11... but he probably just needs to get into his stride. Then at 4-4 in the second game I twist my ankle... so now I've got a dodgy left knee and a twisted right ankle... my chances are getting worse.
So the second game finished 11-4... but hang on a minute, I won that one too... what's going on?! Don't get me wrong, by this point I was exhausted and my bro was still looking quite fresh. I'd taken 2 games but surely his fitness would stand him in good stead for the remainder of the match?
The third game goes to 6-6, then I manage to pull 3 points out of the bag before he adds another to make it 9-7... that was his last point in that game though so it went to 3-0... I won the last 2 games as well to make it 5-0. I didn't recover until Tuesday, but it was worth it, and fair play to him he took his defeat in good grace too.
After that it was time for some video games, and then a large pizza from Dominos with bbq sauce, smokey sausage, and pepperoni... which was polished off for breakfast the next morning. All in all a top weekend, thanks Bro.
Right, I think this entry is long enough now. So peace out peoples, and hopefully you'll have something else to read from me soon.
Anyway, I figure that it's gotta be time for another blog, I have2 followers and they deserve and update!!
So, the question really is what to blog about, what has been going on in the world of Spawnicus lately? Well lets fill in some background info shall we? I have 4 great loves in life which are my fiancée, Manchester United, video games, and pizza (in no particular order but I figured I should put the missus as the first on the list regardless). Anyway, don't be surprised if those 4 topics spring up every now and then, for now though I think I'm going to focus on my brother.
We've had an up and down relationship over the years, but these days he's my best mate (and will be best man at my wedding too). We have a great laugh when we get together, and this past Saturday was no different. Since his other half was out of town, and my other half was going to her mate's birthday which I didn't much fancy going to I went to spend some time with my dear old Bro (who actually is 2 years younger than me).
He's spent half his summer in the gym getting in shape (not so lazy student) and also playing squash, and he decided that he wanted me to go and play squash with him. I've spent my summer sitting on my arse and eating junk food, I'm also waiting for an appointment to see a specialist about a long term knee problem I have, so I got my excuses in early and thoroughly expected to take a beating on the squash court.
The first game ended 11-1, not exactly what I expected since it was me who got the 11... but he probably just needs to get into his stride. Then at 4-4 in the second game I twist my ankle... so now I've got a dodgy left knee and a twisted right ankle... my chances are getting worse.
So the second game finished 11-4... but hang on a minute, I won that one too... what's going on?! Don't get me wrong, by this point I was exhausted and my bro was still looking quite fresh. I'd taken 2 games but surely his fitness would stand him in good stead for the remainder of the match?
The third game goes to 6-6, then I manage to pull 3 points out of the bag before he adds another to make it 9-7... that was his last point in that game though so it went to 3-0... I won the last 2 games as well to make it 5-0. I didn't recover until Tuesday, but it was worth it, and fair play to him he took his defeat in good grace too.
After that it was time for some video games, and then a large pizza from Dominos with bbq sauce, smokey sausage, and pepperoni... which was polished off for breakfast the next morning. All in all a top weekend, thanks Bro.
Right, I think this entry is long enough now. So peace out peoples, and hopefully you'll have something else to read from me soon.
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