Moving on up to the West Side
On MSN messenger Friday morning:
Mac says:
has it been over 2 weeks since you have blogged?
Beef says:
it certainly has
Mac says:
Jackass
Yeah, I‘ve gotten a little lax with the updates lately. I haven’t lost interest in blogging, I’d do it every day if I had the time. But my only real access to the web is at work, and it was a great lunch time hobby for a while there. But work has transformed into some kind of Whore Beast Endurance Test over the last few weeks and the lunch breaks have all but disappeared. If I can manage to get home before 10 at night I should try to find a local Internet Café and start doing the updates from there. Even better, if everybody can provide me with their phone numbers I’ll ring each of you every Friday after I’ve left the Pub and drunkenly squeal my article ideas down the line like some insane Telemarketer.
To quickly bring you up to speed on the surreal excursion that is my life: in less than a month I have had to relocate both my living environment and my work environment. The former came about because our house was falling apart, the latter because we needed a bigger office space and warehouse. The home has relocated to a couple of train stops from the last one. The office has relocated to fucking miles away. I used to work in Victoria in Zone One, I’m now working in Feltham in Zone Six.
For those familiar with the Geography of London, Feltham is located South of Heathrow, near Hounslow. For those not so familiar - it’s halfway between Big Ben and the English Channel.
My travel times have expanded some what, but the overland trains are at least comfortable. I have been fortunate in that respect; I have managed to avoid the Morning tube for most of my working days in London. Don't get me wrong, The London Underground is great fun to ride on a Saturday night or a lazy Sunday afternoon. It's a different story on Weekday mornings between 7 and 9. Rammed full of sweating angry faced commuters, it’s fucking awful.
I rode the Northern Line to Victoria Station during peak hour one day last week and had almost forgotten what a truly God awful experience it is. I liken it to climbing into a sleeping bag full of dead babies, doing the zip up, and rolling into an active Volcano. Brutal.
Anyway, I'm working on updates relating to travel and my new home and will hopefully make December a more prolific month than November was.
I heard that you kids like to cut yourselves if I go to long without posting, and I truly don't want that on my conscience.
Mac says:
has it been over 2 weeks since you have blogged?
Beef says:
it certainly has
Mac says:
Jackass
Yeah, I‘ve gotten a little lax with the updates lately. I haven’t lost interest in blogging, I’d do it every day if I had the time. But my only real access to the web is at work, and it was a great lunch time hobby for a while there. But work has transformed into some kind of Whore Beast Endurance Test over the last few weeks and the lunch breaks have all but disappeared. If I can manage to get home before 10 at night I should try to find a local Internet Café and start doing the updates from there. Even better, if everybody can provide me with their phone numbers I’ll ring each of you every Friday after I’ve left the Pub and drunkenly squeal my article ideas down the line like some insane Telemarketer.
To quickly bring you up to speed on the surreal excursion that is my life: in less than a month I have had to relocate both my living environment and my work environment. The former came about because our house was falling apart, the latter because we needed a bigger office space and warehouse. The home has relocated to a couple of train stops from the last one. The office has relocated to fucking miles away. I used to work in Victoria in Zone One, I’m now working in Feltham in Zone Six.
For those familiar with the Geography of London, Feltham is located South of Heathrow, near Hounslow. For those not so familiar - it’s halfway between Big Ben and the English Channel.
My travel times have expanded some what, but the overland trains are at least comfortable. I have been fortunate in that respect; I have managed to avoid the Morning tube for most of my working days in London. Don't get me wrong, The London Underground is great fun to ride on a Saturday night or a lazy Sunday afternoon. It's a different story on Weekday mornings between 7 and 9. Rammed full of sweating angry faced commuters, it’s fucking awful.
I rode the Northern Line to Victoria Station during peak hour one day last week and had almost forgotten what a truly God awful experience it is. I liken it to climbing into a sleeping bag full of dead babies, doing the zip up, and rolling into an active Volcano. Brutal.
Anyway, I'm working on updates relating to travel and my new home and will hopefully make December a more prolific month than November was.
I heard that you kids like to cut yourselves if I go to long without posting, and I truly don't want that on my conscience.
posted by Beef at Tuesday, December 05, 2006
12 Comments:
slack fucker. you finally wrote something.
even as slack as i am, i still manage to crap out something.
i request another edition of the neck up award.
maybe george bush? paris hilton? anyone la.. just rip.
ozi
i've just switched to this Beta Blogger.. and its got bugs.. after i write a comment, i try to login and publish, it doesnt seem to work..
asshole blogger cock..
i was recommended VOX.com for blogging needs..
ozi
I don't think Beta Bloggers can blog on the Alpha Blogs.
I just re-read that sentence to myself, it's either the future of rap lyrics - or the single most geeky thing I've ever written.
CAPTAIN'S BLOG, Stardate 347.
Today, Wharf said to me: "Captain, permission to rub the Clingon ridges of my turds"
'Course I said - "Make it so"
(That was for you ozi)
I really like that Telemarketing idea.
beef, please tell me this is not the beginning o' the end...any blog that starts 'i've been a bit slack lately...' sounds like other blogs!
C'MOOAN - don't deny me the gold laced sewerage that spews forth vehemently and at random will from your gutter bent mind.
just think how hard those thai soldiers died to make this sh*t a reality.
Yea beef. Shit stuff I must say. Not only have you not been blogging, but you seem to have disappeared from the scoial scene also.
Sorry Bart - I couldn't make the Brighton trip, and anyway last time I was down there I drunkenly walked into a cray pot on the beach at 3am and almost broke my leg.
If you can call being chest deep in pebbles a "beach".
heathrow should be delcared its own country and they should elect one of the toothless security guards as their bastard king.
I may not be blogging as much but atleast I have an excuse: crippling alcoholism. What? The whole carpal tunnel thing? Please, try Jim Beam.
Beef - you know with my height I'm chest deep in pebbles even when I clean out the fish tank!
Being an ex-Adelaide lad in the UK, I expect to hear some future blogs about the best ever test win recently in the pretty city of Churches.
Another thing I miss about Adelaide: Jim Beam. Is it just me, or is it an absolute bastard trying to find that stuff in London Pubs? They're just not big on Bourbon in these parts. Christ, half the bartenders haven't even heard of it, which leaves me scratching my head in bewilderment.
Any comments on the test win will be posted.
And "cleaning the fish tank" is a great euphemism for cunnilingus - I'm writing it in all my Christmas Cards.
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