'Things.......can only get Bettaaaaaa!'

Greetings one and all, after last weeks rant and rave (which was very cathartic, so thanks for that!), this weeks offerings have a flavour of positive thought flowing through them like some form of flowing thing in a stream, so we shall begin at my friends wedding reception, which is always a nice way to spend an evening.

It was, as it turns out, mostly due to the fact that the weather had held during the day, and so the doors of Moseley Golf Club (I know, I didn't know they had one either, but they do and its amazing!) were open to the patrons of the evening, which went really well, and of course the bride looked gorgeous as ever.

Monday started off with me phoning the Hospital to find out where my letter was for my op at the end of August, as I needed it to hand into work with a big grin on my face as I tell them I'll be off for a few months. Unfortunately they brought out the old double-edged sword and told me that my operation had been put back till September 26th because someone had to be bumped up the queue as they were suffering from cancer and so had to get operated on first, which to be honest is a pretty decent reason, you have to say!

All this means that not only will I be able to hurl abuse at Steven Gerrard and the fat spanish waiter when Liverpool come to Villa Park, but I'll be able to see the return leg of the UEFA cup match against FN Hafnarfjordur (yes I know its just a bunch of letters thrown together in a drunken manner, but its also an Icelandic team!). I'll miss the Sunderland game, but I doubt that will be any big loss!

This week also saw the arrival of 2 new players at the villa, which is great to see, and when we get Cuellar in from Rangers, our defence will be as water tight as a big rubber dinghy, marvellous!

I've been off work this past week, and the time off couldn't have come at a better time, although I am still in some state of utter shock at the events of my last blog, and still have a small hope that something will happen in this place to make me slightly less suicidal about my whole career, but we live and learn and I guess I will live on at another firm as soon as possible, but until then I'll just stay in my minimum wage job, doing basic admin for a firm who doesn't give a poop about me (tee hee, 'poop'!)

Been out and about this week with mom and my aunt, going to various places to pass the time of day as the weather dictates, and on Thursday I went to have my hair cut. Now, usually get my hair cut by a girl who looks the spitting image of Reese Witherspoon (oh yes!), and who is excellent and we have a good old bitch about anything and everything. Unfortunately she was off this week so I had one of the other girls cut my hair, who last time, because she was fresh out of hair-dressing college (if there is such a place), was a tad on the rough side and left me feeling like a piece of swiss cheese, but that was over a year ago, she must have improved by now, right?....


.....I noticed the dripping of blood coming from my ear about 10 seconds before she did, I had noticed that she had clipped me with the razor but it didn't hurt that much so I ignored it. Luckily she had a handy red towel (which may or may not have been white at the beginning of the week) to mop up the drips and drops. I didn't know your ear held so much blood!

The weekend saw us going down to Berkshire to my cousins for a barbie and a general catch-up with the rellies, which was great, and the weather held, which was even better, which was a nice end to a rather entertaining week!

This week I have been watching the BBC return to The Cruise. You remember it well, back in the 90's, it was at a time when reality TV was actually exciting and you had the legendary Jane McDonald strutting her stuff in front of dreadful Americans. Now they have gone back to see what they're up to now, and its even better than the original show because they've been bitching about each other, and we get all the goss!