Can't think of a succicent title!

Why, oh why do i only ever post on here when i have had a drink.

Prehaps its because drinking at home is not a good idea but very relaxing, i don't paid until friday so i had the bright idea of buying a bottle of Jack Daniels, a bottle of coke and 12 cans of Carling on my credit card on saturday, the end result, i can have a drink when i finish work, or i could have had a drink after i finish work at home if i hadn't supped the lot in 48 hours. Still, at least i have enjoyed it even if i haven't actually physically done much apart from play a load of Poker and post on my favourite message board.

I've also learnt prank calls are seriously not funny when someone plays one on you and absolutely fucking hilarious when you play one on someone else. Someone played one on me earlier and i absolutely fuckin bobbed my pants when a west indian voice came on the phone and threatened to blow my kneecaps off and i thought shit, what have i done and who have i rang up. Someone let on a bit later and i got it, in true Yorkshire style i labelled them bastards and resolved to get my own back. Not decided how but it will happen.

Wasps, i've been in a reasonably good mood that summer has come, but that good mood has been offset slightly by the probability of the uk wasp population significantly increasing during the summer months, annoying the fuckin shite out me, especially when i sit in the beer garden delivering pearls of wisdom and several insights only for it all to be scuppered by a sodding wasp. Another unanswered question is why do wasps fail to exist in winter, whilst the rest of us a freezing our collective knackers off, Wasps must be in hibernation away from all the cold, prehaps they just transport themselves to sunnier climbs where they rest and relax for a few months before coming back to the uk and getting down to the nitty gritty of annoying everyone in sight.

As for people viewing my blog, please leave me a message just to let me know that you have seen it and pass the word on. I don't know how people will feel about my inane rambings but if i amuse one person then prehaps it might be worth it.

Anyway, enough for now, i'll probably post something else in the next few days. Don't get your hopes up as it will probably just be a load of shite again, but hey i'm just a shit machine and i'm regular with it.

Have i missed the boat.

I looked in the mirror today and saw a 27 year old man looking back at me, instead of Brownie the lad and it has been a kind of kick up the backside for me in the sense that i have realised that i have done anything, really pushed myself forward and done that well for myself since i was well 16.

Its got the stage where most of the lads i grew up, most of the lads i know and most of the lads i work with are all now concentrating on buying house, getting married and having kids and sometimes i feel like the last musketeer, propping the bar up, getting pissed and making a dick out of myself in generally most walks of life.

I think the problem is that i still live by the macho rules of my teenage years, where great kudos was placed on your own personal capability in drinking loads of alcohol, having sex with as many women as possible and showing off all the time. All three things i think i'm still guilty off and probably this is more fool me.