Will turned 23 last week, so we had a bit of a packed out Saturday celebrating. Starting with clay pigeons in the afternoon followed by a trip into Broad Street (my first proper excursion there for a number of years). I think my sharp-shooting skills have improved on last time and I finished a more than acceptable third out of the ten or so of us. So there’s a bit of boasting for you.
The night was also good fun - I have to admit I’m sceptical when it comes to nights out on Broad Street - I can’t help but think it’s a bit like having a night out put together by the people who manage package holidays, but I have to admit it exceeded expectations, was a fantastic night and I was impressed with the Gatecrasher refit of what once was ‘The Works’.
It did take an age, but enough pestering from fellow Multipackers amongst others, I ended up on Twitter this week. I’ve had an account for ages, but it wasn’t until now that it’s seen any use. I have to admit, I can see how an addiction can develop. I think the two biggest drawbacks of it are, firstly you have to fit whatever you wanted to say into a fraction of size of how you wanted to say (the same pariah as you encounter with text messaging) and secondly, you can’t make individual twitters semi-private (or if you can, I haven’t found out how).
You see, I have an uncontrollable urge to swear sometimes. I want to say things like ”****ing NoChex. What a bunch of ****s”, where any four letter word noun or adjective befitting of NoChex could be entertained.
Unfortunately, sensible me knows that is a bad idea, because one day I may have to communicate with the ****ing ****s at NoChex again. They then may have read what I have written about them and their ****ing policies - something they might like to ****ing outline to me, or at least allow me to talk to one of their ****s about. ****s.
And so on Twitter, saying that sort of thing in public would not only be in bad taste, but incredibly difficult to convey in just 160 characters.
If somebody at Nochex does read this and wants to know why the asterix key on my keyboard needs replacing, please contact me, as the email you sent me this morning was particularly condescending and I’d love an opportunity to explain my sentiments.
FWIW, I spent two hours in a seminar this morning learning lots of interesting things about the state of world finances.
Also, for anyone who wants an update on my miserable state of health right now, I’m single-handedly sponsoring the livelihoods of half the workforce at two very well know throat-sweet companies, and am viewing the world though a sticky cloud of paracetamol dust and the atomised contents of my nose. The only upside is that I have had a legitimate reason to consume half a jar of honey in any hot drink in the past two days, and will continue to do so until I elicit enough sympathy and regain a good mood.