Do I Look Like Lock?

On more than one occasion now, I have been told I look like the comdedian Sean Lock.

This is me.This is Sean Lock.

What do you reckon?

Some sort of title is required.

We have an inspection on Thursday. This is the trouble with renting. People you don't know, coming into your house when you're not there, checking it's not falling apart. It means I have to hide Alfie as well. Our contract says no pets, but that tends to mean dogs and cats, but I'd rather not take that chance. He has to go in my cupboard, and I have to make sure there aren't any clothes touching his cage, because he will eat them. The bugger!
The inspection also means something else. Cleaning. Now, I know I moan a lot about not liking things to be messy and how I hate the clutter and the dirt, BUT, it's such a ball ache! I did the hob yesterday, so it's all shiny (but for how long?), the bathroom could do with a once over, the stairs are a disgrace, my bedroom needs a vacuum, I don't even know where to start with the spare room...

Anyway, this isn't just a blog about cleaning, you know!
I feel good. Despite the fact it's still February, I feel summery. I am in shorts and t-shirt, my window is wide open and I have my music blasting for all to hear. My plant has flowered now so it looks less like a serpent. I'll take a picture sometime. I think I'm just happier than I have been of late. Certainly less stressed out. I don't think there's any reason for it. Perhaps it's the Earl Grey I bought? I think I'll have another as soon as this blog is done.

I went out with folks from work on Friday. It's strange really. I very rarely, if ever, talk to any of them in the office. It was Lauren's last day (never spoken to her before). My very own stalker invited me out, so I thought I probably should. Although, thinking about it, maybe I should be anywhere near her when I'm drunk. I fear I WILL be raped. But it'll be the most sex I'll get in a while anyway...

I'm off for the Earl Grey. In a bit.

Master Chef, and other things.

I decided last night, while trying to sleep, that I'd have a go at some proper cooking. Not a jar of sauce bunged on a bit of pasta, but actually attempting to make my own sauce. I know what you're thinking; what an odd time to decide that, and I agree, but I can't control when I decide things, they just happen!
So, after work I popped off to Sainsbury's to buy some stuff I figured I'd need. Those things were as followed:

4 tomatoes
1 onion
Garlic
1 chilli
1 green pepper
A bit of basil
Some fresh pasta

I was going to tell you how to make what I made, but frankly, I didn't do a whole lot. Chopped it all up, whacked it in a pan, let it cook for a while. I stuck in a bit of turkey, boiled up the pasta a treat and served it with a bit of cheese on top. Obviously, I took some pictures to show this. Please excuse the state of the hob.


I realise that when it's in the pan it looks a bit rank, but in the end, it tasted well good!

I finished applying for those jobs, just have to wait and see if I hear back from them I suppose. And continue to apply for other jobs. I have a driving lesson tomorrow, not Saturday, so maybe I'll go out Friday. I'm watching the Brits; it's not very good. What's going on with Matt Horne? I'm mainly talking about his hair and shoes.
Laterz.

Right, you all know how I need a new job. But, I am bored of doing application forms already. It's so fucking annoying to have to fill in the same information every bloody time. It should be made the law for every company to have the same application forms so I can just save a copy and print it off when I need it. I suppose I should delete the bit which says I'm self motivated though.

I rebooked my Theory Test. Second time lucky, that's how the saying goes, right? It's not for a couple of weeks so I have plenty of time to revise. However, I can't really be bothered. So please keep your fingers crossed for me!

I'm going home at the weekend after my driving lesson (I wonder if I could drive all the way to Worcester?) which should be cool, first time since Christmas. We'll be going to the pub for a double-birthday type event for me and my brother, despite the fact my birthday was ages ago and his is on Wednesday. And before you say, I'm honestly not bitter about being the least loved sibling...

Right, that's about it. In a bit.

Tests and Tea

Well, I failed. By one stinking mark. I think that's the worst way to fail. If I'm going to fail, I'd rather do it spectacularly. To pass, you need to score 44 out of 75 on the Hazard Perception; I got 52. You need to score 43 out of 50 on the Mulitple-choice; I got 42. How bloody frustrating! I know which question I got wrong too, because I got it wrong when I did a practice test this morning and when I tried to look it up, I couldn't find it anywhere! Stupid zig-zag markings at zebra crossings...

In more exciting and happy news, my package arrived from the Tea Appreciation Society! An amazing T(ea)-Shirt and a superb mug. I also got some delicious Earl Grey tea leaves and a little strainer to brew them in. It certainly made my day perk up a little, a solid investment.
Bit of a brief one this, but I don't have a whole lot to say!
Laterz.

Trench Foot.

I didn't go to work today. I was going to, I was showered and dressed then I decided to ring in to see if anyone else had bothered to turn up. They had. But Mary suggested that if I didn't feel safe walking to work in the snow, I probably shouldn't bother. To be honest, it's not that I didn't feel safe, I just couldn't be bothered and it seemed like a good excuse.
I am now very tired from a whole day playing in the snow (well, part playing in the snow, part in the pub). It was good fun. We built an excellent snow man. Just look...Excellent, right? I particularly like the tail.
Snow ball fights are fun, aren't they? Especially when you pull off some really amazing shots and crack people on the head.
My feet got wet though, which isn't as fun. Three pairs of socks, soaked through. Disaster.

In other news, I have my driving theory test tomorrow. I'm not at all ready for it. Today, for example, I should have used it to learn the highway code or something. But I played in the snow. Right this second, I could be doing it. But I'm writing this blog. Right now. Look.

I'm going to have a cup of tea I think.

More From YouTube...

If anyone wants to get me one of these, I shall love you forever and ever. Just watching this video makes me feel all, you know...gay, inside :)

Play Safe, Kids.

I was just looking around YouTube and stumbled across an excellent video. It's from India and it's brilliant.
Firstly, I'll show you the UK equivalent so you know what it's about...



It's fair enough, right? Want respect, wear a condom.

But now, check out how our Indian friends convey the same messege...



It goes on forever!