'Lets hear it for the boys....'

No, your eyes do not deceive you, two posts in 3 days, is he going mad....well yes but thats not the reason!

After your brain has recovered from the more-than-sensible blog of monday, its back to sheer randomness, and as the title suggests, this is quite a male-themed post, so be warned!

Work over the last week and a half has been pretty good. We have a new member of staff in the department, well not that new, he had worked there before and he was just coming back to earn some money before he goes back to Uni. Anyway, he obviously knows everyone in the department, and as such, knows alot of the blokes, who seem to have formed a 'boys club', where they basically do no work for large parts of the day, standing around in the office, talking and generally being blokey. Now, I don't 'do' the whole blokey-bloke thing, and the thought of it is just sooooo outdated, so I tend to avoid it like the plague if I can.

However, due to my sheer randomness when they do actually talk to me, they appear to have grown fond of the old beagle, and as such thought it would be a good idea if we had a Pool 'Tournament' on Friday. Great idea you say, but right about now, everyone who has seen me trying to play pool is rolling around on the floor, laughing their asses off!

Its not that I'm rubbish, but the fact that when I last played, about 2 years ago at a fair guess, I was really rubbish! So, I thought I would play on this fact and stay quiet on the fact that I was so bad, because it would drive the guys mad trying to work out if I'm any good or not. So, Friday came and we went down to a pub right down the back of Broad Street (sounds dodgy....and is!, its the only pub I've ever been into where they have CBeebies on a widescreen TV in the corner of the room, and heavy Rap music coming out of the Hi-Fi!), anyway the first game was me v this new lad, whose a bit of a lad, thinks alot of himself, so I thought I've gotta get one over on him. He broke, i then got to the table, potted 4 balls on my first visit and watched the blood drain from his face!! It was marvellous!

Of course, this caused him to mount a fightback and obviously he won the game, albeit on the black ball, but the next 3 games I played, I was leading in all 3 games and lost on the black ball, so all in all I was really thrilled to have potted some balls. But of course, now they know how bad I am, they want lots of rematches every week, so now I am the whipping boy of the team, which will make it all the more sweet when I eventually do win a match (come on, law of averages!)

The week wasn't helped by what happened on Thursday. Adrenaline's new album was out, so, as a good friend and fan of the band, I trundled along to HMV to buy it. This was a mistake I wouldn't recover from easily! I walked up to the 400th floor (well it felt like it on a busy lunchtime!), and because the album wasn't on the shelves, I went to the counter and spoke to the dimmest girl they could find in the whole shop! Firstly, she didn't believe to me, so I had to follow her all the way over to the same shelf she had just watched me walk over from. This took longer than expected as she had a limp that a war-veteran would be proud of!

Amazingly, the album hadn't materialised in the time I was away from the shelf. Then she noticed that, behind the lift, there were a whole bunch of CD's that had been released this week, so in she went and started throwing CD's around, and after about 5 minutes, clambered out of the small space, Adrenaline CD clutched high above her head like she'd just won the World Cup! The temptation to say 'don't like it, prefer George Michael!' was tempting but I refrained, so we hobbled back to the desk, where 10 people were in the queue, waiting to be served, as she was the only person on the checkout and she couldn't be bothered to ask for anyone else to relieve her at the desk, paid and made a run for it, CD in hand. Luckily it was worth it, the album is really good, although even if it was really bad I'd force myself to like it!

Anyway onto much better things, GIRLS! Well girl actually. As most of you will know, it was 'Britain's Got X-Factor' or something like that, and for those who watched it, they went to Birmingham. I didn't know any of this, having got more than 2 brain cells to bounce into one another, and was walking through the Mailbox on monday when, rising to top spot in the celeb-spotting charts, just coz she's a bit hot....

The very lovely Mis Holly Willoughby. Now, I have issues with this blonde beauty, I just think her mouth is too big for her mouth, I realise that blokes everywhere will be beating their clubs on the ground, making 'ug' 'ug' noises and saying 'just think what she could do with that!', or other comments that give normal guys a bad name, but my problem is that, say u ended up seeing the girl, imagine how much she would eat! You'd be broke in a week!! See, practical!

I know, I know, single forever, but I don't care, its a point worth making!!

So, for the sheer fact that Holly is a damn sight more attractive than Dudley Scott (sorry, Dud), and the fact that Martha's mom gets in with that nasty Saxon crowd in the next 2 episodes of Dr Who, means that, the lovely Holly rises to number one, well done gal!

Right, thats about it for this installment, this weekend I'm going to a Cancer Charity Garden Party, that my cousin gives every year, which is just brilliant. She lives in Shropshire, and the characters that they get could play the whole cast of midsummer murders for the next 2 years!

So until then, tatty-bye-bye!