Right, if I'm self-medicating correctly, I've got about 16 minutes before the Nytol I've just taken kicks in and I get a good night's sleep, before going to the gym to try out the Aussie's theory that it makes days more gooder. The goign to the gym, etc. bit isn't on the pack, by the way. That's just a dangerous side-effect of my faddy personality.
So, in news... Yesterday I was probably the most gutted I've been in years. I was stuck in a telecon meeting that — frankly — I didn't need to be there for. Therefore, I missed out on Neilo's spare ticket to see the Moyles/Fearne/Vernon recording of FAMILY FORTUNES.
I'm still getting over it.
Me and my nan used to watch that show in her bungalow in the Max Bygraves and Les Dennis days. And, in later years, the Jones family from Swansea had me and Clur in tears with their repeated answer of "Beans!" to some question. (Probably something mentally stretching like "name a food that comes in a can").
Ah, memories... So, I went to the Spectrum, hit all the bits and pieces a bit harder than usual, and then came home and ranted to Age. The Eenglish, however, missed the whole point. And gave me a resistors problem to deal with. Which I did, and that cheered me up. Feck, I'm such a geek...
Anyway tonight, forewent the gym plan, as I thought we were going to the cinema. That didn't happen, but there we are. I'll learn to be more suspicious of such plans. Friday, however, is now off "for cultural reasons", and tomorrow Mr Milligan is over, looking for my job, cheeky shite. Actually, it won't be mine in a few weeks, but for now I can condescend. Hopefully, I'm not giving all the tours. I've suggested a rota for doing such things.
It's really starting to hit home, now, how real this Japanese thing is. I'm really going. Like, Really.
However, I at least had a chat with the Boss Lady on Monday about salary and otehr arrangements. Living costs are good, and there's money for a good laptop. So, I'm hoping, I'm going to get myself one of those there intel MacBook Pros! Then, I'll hopefully either become a real person, or a special person!
At least I pushed her to see if we could afford one. Hooray for minor but self-bigging-up victories!
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