Day Twenty

I now know why this job is only five hours a day. Because any more than that and you start to go crazy. I should really have learnt from past jobs ‘Whenever anyone asks you if you want to do overtime... You say NOOO!!!’ Granted, it was my own fault. Money. It’s always about money. At twenty-five hours a week I’m not exactly raking it in. I’m comfortable, I’m not struggling, but not like I’m able to put away much for a rainy day. It’s doubtful I could even afford a nice umbrella...ella ella ella... So the only option is to bite the cheese (no!) and take some overtime.

Day Eighteen

Top Ten Most Disappointing Sequels

Ok, me and Philip are back off the wagon with lists. I mean this is one of those ones that will polarise or bring people together. The only two rules we devised was that when it comes to franchises (i.e. Multiple sequels) only one sequel can be chosen and that it must be a true sequel not just two films made by the same group e.g. Fierce Creatures as a sequel to A Fish Called Wanda .

Day Seventeen

No laptops today.

Day Sixteen

Today is a very odd day. Scary. Terrifying. In fact, I am scared and by scared I mean like that stupid trailer for Paranormal Activity scared.

Day Thirteen

I’m starting to overdose on Jelly.
Confused? Yeah me too.

Day Eleven

One of the strangest things that has happened in the world of wrestling is the creation of the ‘wrestling author’. It seems that everyone who was anyone... or indeed not as the case may be... has ‘written’ a book on their life in the business. A lot of the time these are no different to the Shoot DVDs with the wrestlers using this opportunity to badmouth whoever or tell their side of locker room stories. These are usually ‘he said/she said’ stories that contradict everyone and everything whereas some such as those by the Iron Sheik are simply him going batcrap crazy with his infamous desire to make Brian Blair ‘humble in the old country way’! Seriously, don’t ask!

Day Nine

The washing machine seems to be a poor beast in the world of machinery. It never gets the credit it deserves does it? I mean we will praise the microwave until the cows come home, and of course we should, thanks to that wonderful device we can eat plastic-flavoured pasta products in less than three minutes.