This Post is Made from the Skin of 10 Noddy Holders

Monday

Rachel from WFAS describes me as being flat, me I'd say fucking miserable. Not a good scene to be in . Think I'm shattered from the weekend and that don't help. Spend the morning in a marketing meeting and not getting what I want to get done, done. Probably explains some of it.

Afternoon and it's the always smiling Dave B's e-learning group. Interesting set of people, nice to see the good Dr. McCoy, Bev, Ann M. and a few other familiar faces. Finish the sesh 4.30.

Some stuff gets done, other stuff don't not one of my better days.

Tuesday - Christmas Study Day

Finally catch up with the news this morning. Wait on Gary to arrive before heading to Ellesmere Port. Good news from Beryl that cheers me up mightily. Coffee, bacon sarnies and Vicky taking the piss. The day shapes up nicely. Helen is with us today and pleased to see how many folk she knows in the local health library community as a starter for 10.

Morning is spent with John MacCarfrae, from Maverick. Good start to the day and looks like we have a good blend of folk in the service. Lunch is fine and Nicola egged on by Tracy makes me wear a paper hat.....

Afternoon and things are running a bit late, Colin gives a valuable overview of things at NLH, David follows that up with his briefing. Tracy escapes hers due to time. Kind thought from people as a gift of a tenners worth of book tokens comes to those who've run training throughout the year. Nip to get Mrs Raven a pressie for Monst on the way home and nip into Borders and come away with a copy of 'The Crane Wife' the latest offering from The Decemberists. Listen to it on the way home and a mighty fine use of the book tokens it was too.

Cal to Beavers, us to Sainsbury's, pick Cal up and he's collecting 20p a job to support a replacement roof for the Scout Hut. Cool stuff.

That Was Yesterday, Today, Christ is My Head Screwed

Fetch Monst from work, she's had a shite night first night back at work. What are we greeted by, some scum has deposited anti-islamic and law and order leaflets from the BNP through the letter box. Luckily not while I was in or I'd have had to have had the two hour argument on the doorstep just to delay the racist scum in their distribution. At least it'd make a change from bush baptists and Jehovah's Witness'. The BNP are just intolerant racist scum. Their argument against Islam is that it is intolerant and fundamentalist, this from the fucking BNP. Apparently Britain is drifting towards being an Islamic republic. How? This sort of irrational stirring up of hatred really pisses me off, more so because the gullible believe in it.

Still I do like the subversive nature of this vid from the ever wonderful Decemberists and it redresses the balance somewhat having discovered it.

Still struggling with the jetlag, up at three again, need to make efforts to stay awake later to try and combat it.

Drag Cal to Jungle Fun the new'ish part of the Granny Takes a Trip Playbarn Empire. It's atop of Belle Vale Shopping Centre in what used to be a Tesco's. He enjoys it, and is so knackered afterwards that along with the jet lag falls asleep all afternoon. I promise to take him swimming tomorrow. It'll be fun.

Make canneloni for the evening meal it keeps me out of mischief for awhile. Much fetching of Decemberists, The 1900's sorting of The Chills and Don McGlashan ensues.

I Don't Want to Fall In Love, I Don't to See the Stars Up Above In the Sky

Penalties, always the fucking penalties. Again England go out of a world cup as a result of their inability to score from the spot when the pressure is on. I blame Pizza Hut, there's always the thought of a lucrative ad there. So what have I got left to be negative about? Well let me see..... Transfer a shed load of players as a result. On the positive side I discover by the glorious serendipity that is available to me via web recommendations The Decemberists. I start off with 'Her Majesty the Decemberists' but it all snowballs from there...... Comes via Robyn Hitchcock as I download 'Robyn Sings' and I sup a bottle of Adnams Explorer to deaden the footie dissapointment. Throw some Tiger Trap into the mix too! Technorati Tags: World Cup, Fantasy Football, Penalties, Always the Fucking Penalties, The Decemberists, Music, Robyn Hitchcock, Tiger Trap