Author: graybo

another Friday night. I really must stop having Fridays. Highlights included:

• being chatted up online by a girl called Karen
• being chatted up in the bar by another girl called Karen (a new divorcee – you’d think I’d learn really, wouldn’t you – but hey! being chatted up is such a rare event lately that I make the most of it.)
• beer in the company of Arron, his mates Paul (he’s from Huddersfield you know) and his fiancee/wife Lizzie (Canadian, by all accounts), Matt and the wonderful bar staff Joel, Michelle and the eternally gorgeous (ok, I fancy the pants off her!) Ginny. Also spotted were Kristian and Sal.

And now I’m pissed as a fart. At least I’m honest about it. So to bed, my little furry chums.

Why cows have legs. I always wondered, to be honest, but now i know. via Nico.

Am I British Or Not – via Luke.

Having a packet of custard creams in a desk drawer suddenly seems such a sensible idea.

In the ongoing saga of my new windows, I have now received a letter from the district council telling me that I do need full planning consent. This is because my property is a flat and not a house. I think this is a ridiculous piece of discrimination, and if anyone had sufficient time and money to challenge the law in court, I’m sure it would be easy to prove that it is an infringement of human rights.
Anyway, the letter goes on to suggest that the council is unlikely to approve the installation of uPVC windows. So I telephoned the planning office and pointed out that my neighbour has similar style windows to those that I intend to install, as do at least three other nearby houses. This was met with silence. I asked if this would not, in fact, make it pretty much impossible for the council to refuse me permission. “Ah, yes, you’re probably right. I’d recommend that you put an application in, in that case”.
If there is one thing that my family enjoys more than anything else, it is taking on planning authorities. With so much experience down the years, I can usually run rings around them. They must hate me!
The bad news is that because I have to make a full application, it will cost me and Frannie (who owns the upstairs flat) £190, just in application fees. guh.

Following this recent comment, yesterday I was waved out of a side road by a blonde in a sports car. She didn’t get any financial or sexual benefits either. Who is the loser?

Discussion of the insect has been settled. She is a queen hornet. So I’ve let her go on a pile of logs on the nursery where hopefully she will build a nest and raise plenty of young, as hornets are friendly creatures in that they eat insect pests, and only sting when provoked.

more insect news. Not a bumble bee, but the biggest wasp I have ever seen, is now resident in a jar on top of my printer in my office. Dad tells me that he heard an article on the radio about a European species of wasp that had got to the Sussex coast. It’s about twice the size of a normal queen wasp and apparently the sting is very powerful. I’m not inclined to let him/her out of the jar! It’s HUGE! I’ll see if I can find some online info about him/her, and post a link here.

And in other news, I finally got some revision done last night for my forthcoming marketing exams (on 12th and 13th June) – I really need to get some cramming done!

Date update (this is doing wonders for my hit counter!):
Looks like my date is on for Sunday. Also wondering about another person who I am quite keen on in a saddo online kinda way, with whom I have had several long and frank conversations. Further bulletins as events warrant.