Life's a Bleat

I have come to realise something, my posts in recent times have become somewhat morose. Sure, I start off ok and trail off into my various little witty (or not) jibes about everyday life, stopping every now and again to catch breath, but invariably at some point I do get rather sombre and reflective, for which I am resolving to try and alleviate in future. To prove this, I will attempt the impossible, drumroll please, I shall......

.... type a complete post about the last 9 days without descending into depressing monologues!

Ta Da!

Right here goes then, we start about 2 hours after we left my last post. It was my aunts birthday, and not just any birthday, this was her 60th birthday, and as she is retiring at the end of the school year, her work colleagues decided to throw her a massive black tie ball at the corus hotel in solihull, and we were to keep it under wraps (easier said than done, honestly, she can smell a rat a mile away and kept firing leading questions at us for the last 6 months!), so the premise was that we were going to tell her to get dressed up for a meal out with us, and a taxi was going to pick us up. No lie there, after all a limousine is technically just a fat taxi isn't it! Nothing going wrong so far, apart from the fact that as we were getting in, the driver turned to me and said 'so where to guv?'....

...'Pardon'

'Well I'm not from this side of the city, and I can't remember where I'm taking you'

(Biting lip) 'ok, do you know the corus hotel in solihull, near monkspath'

'Is that near the airport?.........'

('yes the airport where they will find your head if you say that again!')

So, 5 minutes later and we set off, now the premise was that the limo would pick us up at 7.15 to take us the long way round to the hotel so we could drink the champers (lovely stuff too, not the cheap tesco crap), all well and good, but by the time he got to my aunts, held up the traffic as he got the wrong house and reversed down the road, and received directions, it was about 7.30, and boy did me and mom get through some booze on that journey!

Now, a 'long way round', to me means going a slightly longer way round to a destination in order for the passengers to get a better appreciation of the limo, which by the way was superb, could really get used to it!, and if you know wythall to solihull routes, you would probably say he would have gone up to earlswood of even hockley heath and come round that way......

....we got to Moseley for about 7.50, then turned into possibly the smallest residential road in Birmingham, which was quite fun as we got our photos taken by some chavs, who looked thrilled to see a limo driving down their road, and even did one of their 'boom' signs, you know the one that they do with their fingers, which I think is either a really good thing, or the last thing you see before you are shot.....anyway we eventually rolled into the hotel car park for about 8.15 to be met by about 80 people from my aunt's school, past and present, which was really nice.

The evening was a resounding success, we had a great meal, a great laugh and a proper bop to some classics of the 50's & 60's which was a nice change to the normal cheesy dance stuff.

Sunday was a day of recovery, just goes to show that you can't mix hop, hop, grain, hop hop, grain, and expect not to have a headache at 5am the next day!

So, onto the week, and it was back to work for me, and I was to be greeted with all my work that I hadn't done in the last 2 weeks, which was....pleasant (see, not a hint of sarcasm or the evil thoughts that passed through my head at the time!), but I consoled myself with the thought that, with 3 weeks to go till the auction, I needed the distraction and boredom of work to get my mind off what I might be getting at the auction.

Speaking of which, there is a press release, which is very nicely linked in with programmes I have to sell, which is great if anyone wants to buy a job lot. Click here for a peek at the press release on 3rd April, keep your eyes peeled for my media offensive over the next couple of weeks, I'm trying to maximise my profits by any means necessary, which I'll tell you about in my next post.

One major plus for the past week or so is the discover of Shaun the Sheep, which is from Aardman Animations, makers of Wallace & Gromit, and therefore legends in their own right. Its a superb piece of telly and how they dare give it to the kiddies and put it on at 3.45 and not in the evenings for the proper viewer is criminal.

So, onto Saturday, and after applying for a great looking job, we all went out for Donna's birthday to Reflex on Broad Street, which might as well have burnt effegies of the Health & Safety watchdog, as the place is basically a nice bar with a postage stamp of room between you and the next person, which makes dancing, or the thought of dancing, very difficult. The night was a good one though, and Donna enjoyed it, which was the main thing, and myself, Dan and Gareth left at about 2am to wait in the pouring rain for a taxi, which promptly took us home, but not before taking us past the scene of a huge car crash involving 3 cars, one of which was torn in two, which was ironic as the people in the cars were trying to do that to each other on the pavement. So before we got shot by the hoodie-wearing inbreds, we scarpered!

So, that takes you to today, and the start of my media offensive for the auction on April 3rd.

Told you I could get through a whole post without going all negative on myself, if only I did that with my own life every day *sigh*.........D'oh!