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The animal is normal from its tail until its unusually large head. The calf breathes out of two noses and has two tongues, which move independently, according to Heldreth. There appears to be a single socket containing two eyes where the heads split.
After a very enjoyable week off, I am now back in the workplace, slaving away, tired and having a thoroughly miserable time. OK, maybe the “miserable” part was a tad too far, but I would certainly rather be at home than in the office, and having to leave the flat at 7.40 this morning was a much unwelcome shock to the system!
I think the return to work today has hit me more than in the past. As well as the 9 days out, I have enjoyed extended weekends thanks to the Christmas break, and the few days I did have to work over the festive period, there was very little to do.
It’s now January – dark, grey and wet. Roll on the summer, when we can go on our summer holidays for two weeks and moan about the extreme heat and sleepless nights for the other three months.
Last night was the weekly GoldenEye and Bomberman session, although this time without the usual posse. Simon and I were present, Watkins was unavailable. I was informed by text message that his car is “in bits”. For those not in the know, Mr. Watkins bought a car from Leeds. It’s a nice car (although the model escapes me), but like Tubbs from The League of Gentlemen, its insides are all wrong. He is now performing the repairs himself, in time for an MOT inspection next week!
Anyway I digress, in Mr. Watkins’ place, came Mr. White (the one who likes a drink) and Byron – a local 22 year old lad and not the “Lord” who died nearly 200 years ago… still confused?
And this is Local Byron
… I think that’s right.
We started the evening with GoldenEye. As usual I became extremely agitated during play, Simon, buoyed Arsenal’s win earlier in the day played in an extremely competitive mood, while Mr. White and Byron kept their stress levels down by drinking heavily. The intense play also drove Byron to cigarettes and caused Mr. White to shout out random profanities and slurs of a blasphemous nature.
And then the accident happened… I had not played my best and was rather erratic. It was late on in the game, a crucial stage, I got shot. Without thinking, the N64 pad left my palms, flew though the air and collided with Simon’s head. Luckily he was not hurt and took it well.
“Don’t kill me, Simon…”
“Don’t fuckin’…”
“… KILL ME!!!”
* SMASH*
It was then decided we play a safer game, so turned our attentions to Super Bomberman 2. Without wanting to sound too boastful, I cruised the game, destroying anyone that dared place a bomb near me.
Although winning is nice, it does get boring, so we finished the evening with a bout of Mario Kart. Not as appreciated as the previous two games and maybe not one that we will play again.
As some of you know, I don’t like cooking very much. It’s not that I am unable to, it is because I can’t really be bothered – I openly admit that I am very lazy from that respect.
Therefore, I thought it was about time I did something about the “cooking issue” so made a trip into town to make a purchase… It wasn’t a recipe book, neither was it a mail order bride who can cook. I bought a toasted sandwich maker – £12.99 from Argos.
I tested it out this evening by cooking myself a fine dinner consisting of cheese, tomato and onion toasted sandwiches. I will use a tad less cheese next time, it melted and went everywhere. I think there was more cheese on the work surface than in-between the slices of bread!
The sandwich was adequate at best. Can’t really complain though, it was cheap and quick to make. The only problem was that it took all of five minutes to clean up the mess caused by the cooking process – unacceptable.
About Me
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
