Good Goddy God!.....
......this two job lark is a trifle tiresome. Not tiresome in an "Oh Jeez, is this tiresome!?" more like "My! I don't......

....hang on! Stop! I've fucked up. I now know I mean to say tiring!. Man what a gimp.

Yes I am pretty knackered this day. I'll set the scene. By day I am Captain Computer Dude for Garside Laycock Construction and by night, Lovely Lt Supervisor at the Splendid Coporation Nightclub. I usually get home the club at about 0300, sleep for bit and then start at the site at about 0845 finishing at 1700 to start at the club again for 2045.

This is pretty straight forward and not too much hassle. Last night was a bit different, however.

Foolishly I volunteered to clean the "Diner". This "Diner" is the same size as my little toe yet somehow is filled with massive cooking things. These massive cooking things looked like they hadn't been cleaned for approx 4 months. When I questioned said cooking (massive mind you) devices they confirmed this suspicion and showed great interest in how I should be able to divine such information at a glance. "It's all in the knees my dear fellows!" came my reply.

Anyhoo, I set to scrubbing away....for SIX HOURS! There is no Air-Con in the Diner so I had to unlock the really wee service window, which opens out into the uptairs dance floor, and let in some air. Every 5 minutes a pissed face would poke itself through the hole and screech one of two phrases.

Ecoute et Repete.

Phrase #1: HOW! ARE YUR T'SERVING T'CHIPS T'NIGHT?

Phrase #2: ARE YOU THE T'OILET?

How cultured. The answer to both, of course, was "No". I am neither serving chips, especially when I'm COVERED in dryed animal fat, nor am I a public conveniance (although I know people who might like that sort of thing).


I got back at 0400 this morning and had a curry to replenish things and then a Horlicks cos I was still ticking over in me head.

I then woke up an hour ago on the front room sofa, sitting upright, still covered in animal fat, a cold mug of the mighty "H" still clasped in my right hand. Quite the sight apparently and positively reeking of oven cleaner.

I'm sort of dying.

Daisy, Daisy......

Minor update on all this;

Weesh! What am I up to? I now have an interview for the position of Duty Manager at SheffieldLive Radio station!!!!

THREE FOCKIN' JOBS!!!!!!!

Good Goddy God!.....
......this two job lark is a trifle tiresome. Not tiresome in an "Oh Jeez, is this tiresome!?" more like "My! I don't......

....hang on! Stop! I've fucked up. I now know I mean to say tiring!. Man what a gimp.

Yes I am pretty knackered this day. I'll set the scene. By day I am Captain Computer Dude for Garside Laycock Construction and by night, Lovely Lt Supervisor at the Splendid Coporation Nightclub. I usually get home the club at about 0300, sleep for bit and then start at the site at about 0845 finishing at 1700 to start at the club again for 2045.

This is pretty straight forward and not too much hassle. Last night was a bit different, however.

Foolishly I volunteered to clean the "Diner". This "Diner" is the same size as my little toe yet somehow is filled with massive cooking things. These massive cooking things looked like they hadn't been cleaned for approx 4 months. When I questioned said cooking (massive mind you) devices they confirmed this suspicion and showed great interest in how I should be able to divine such information at a glance. "It's all in the knees my dear fellows!" came my reply.

Anyhoo, I set to scrubbing away....for SIX HOURS! There is no Air-Con in the Diner so I had to unlock the really wee service window, which opens out into the uptairs dance floor, and let in some air. Every 5 minutes a pissed face would poke itself through the hole and screech one of two phrases.

Ecoute et Repete.

Phrase #1: HOW! ARE YUR T'SERVING T'CHIPS T'NIGHT?

Phrase #2: ARE YOU THE T'OILET?

How cultured. The answer to both, of course, was "No". I am neither serving chips, especially when I'm COVERED in dryed animal fat, nor am I a public conveniance (although I know people who might like that sort of thing).


I got back at 0400 this morning and had a curry to replenish things and then a Horlicks cos I was still ticking over in me head.

I then woke up an hour ago on the front room sofa, sitting upright, still covered in animal fat, a cold mug of the mighty "H" still clasped in my right hand. Quite the sight apparently and positively reeking of oven cleaner.

I'm sort of dying.

Daisy, Daisy......

Minor update on all this;

Weesh! What am I up to? I now have an interview for the position of Duty Manager at SheffieldLive Radio station!!!!

THREE FOCKIN' JOBS!!!!!!!