From me to you.

I’ve been ill lately. “I’m afraid its terminal….. man flu”. Great…… As usual I’ve battled on through and not let it get in the way of work. It has however, caused everyone I’ve been in contact with to catch it too. I just shrug it off and make myself believe that they’ve caught it off someone else, which for all I know, they have. I’m taking flu pills and drinking loads in an attempt to banish the damn virus from me, but all it leaves me with is frequent trips to the lavatory and a bitter taste in my mouth…. I don’t actually seem to be getting better! I’ve had it now from around this time last week and I’m hoping I’ll be alright by the weekend. Fingers crossed.

Last weekend went alright. I had Kallam and his older brother overnight at my ex’s again….. reluctantly. In no way was it because I shun daddy duties, but I had promised my best bud, James, that I would go to his father’s 60th birthday party at theirs. My ex insisted that she asked me first earlier this year and reluctantly, I had to apologise profusely to James, which he was ok about. I promised him I would go out on the town with him on the Saturday, so all was good. When settling down for the night on my own, while the kids were in bed, I realized the TV memo (remote) was knackered, so I couldn’t watch TV, the internet at her house was knackered too due to the internet connection being intermittent and disconnecting every few minutes and there was no gas. Perfect. I soon called it an early night and went to bed. I spend most of Saturday daytime spending quality time with Kallam and playing with him and his brother. I love spending time with Kallam. Kallam is calm, is content playing on his own, likes to just sit and gives hug randomly, tells me when he needs the toilet and is perfectly fine health wise. I couldn’t ask for a better son. Proud daddy alert!

Saturday night came and me and James ended up going out on the town with his brothers. I felt the odd one out as, they were all bald (or going bald in James’s case) and there’s me with a full head of hair. :-P Also that I wasn’t a relative, but they soon adopted me when some women were asking who everyone was. With me being tired and unwell, I wasn’t in the mood for any usual flirting or mysterious looks from across the room type action, so I focused on the England v France rugby match, which was good to watch (normally I don’t watch rugby). We then went to a club in town called BBs and it was empty. This is mostly because everyone goes to a bigger and better one called The Establishment. Why we didn’t go I dunno, but we stayed there and the eye candy there was little to be admired. Blonde bimbos with fake eyelashes, and skimpy dresses. Not my type at all. I did however have a catch up with someone who was out who I used to go school with. He hadn’t done anything interesting with his life, but it was a good catch up non the less. I left around 12 rather then the usual 3am, because I was bored and tired.

Sunday just consisted of lazing around at my dads, where I slept overnight because it’s a shorter trip from town, watched the Liverpool v Man U match and then headed on home to laze around some more with my housemate Will playing Call of Duty and Pro Evolution Soccer. Wills a smooth talking, indie music lovin, football obsessed, weed smoking guy, and he’s fun to hang around with. This Sunday I got a glimpse of his smooth talking first hand. I’m totally the opposite, especially on the phone. I don’t like phoning people. I’m better then what I was like not so long back, but he does it so effortlessly with wit and humour and could chat for Britain at parties or on a night out. I wish I had social skills like that. Don’t get me wrong, when with the right people, I come into my own, but I still find it hard to sustain conversations and keep the ball rolling. Its not a confidence issue no more with me, its inexperience. Gonna have to work on it.

On another note, being a big Beatles fan, I would have thought I would have been all over Beatles Rock Band like a Orangutan in a banana farm and I was….. until the novelty wore off. You see, it’s a party game, and playing it solo is boring, especially when your as good as me. There isn’t go challenge. Plus with the parties we have, they are all 19+ and are into their heavy metal and emo music. Beatles don’t even come into the equation. So I’m going to be selling it, sad as it may seem. I might purchase Call of Duty World at War instead to go with my Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2, I dunno.

Thats it for now. Will update laters.

The Long Weekend

Awww, blog, listen I'm sorry for neglecting you. Look at you, you are all withered and suffering from withdrawl symptoms. I'm back with an update to ressurect you. Sorry, I've been busy. Forgive me?

The weekend was a long one. I took off most of last week because I was asked to mind my son and my ex's son for her overnight mid-week while she went to see Pink in concert in Liverpool. Being the good natured fella I am, I agreed to help out. I originally booked off Wednesday and Thursday, but booked off Friday as well because whats the point in going into work for one day?

I had them overnight without so much of a cry, which involved me taking Rhys, her son to school on both days, which was cool. On the Thursday, I picked him up and we went the park afterwards and had a game of football.

Friday, I spent mostly playing Call of Duty: World at War. Addictive, Much! lol As with most games, I completed it on a few difficulty levels and wanted more. So curiosity made me try the multiplayer aspect of the game and Voila! It let me on even though I had not purchased a membership. I'm still a bit hesitant about it. Free? surely not. When I had Call of Duty 4 I had to pay full membership to go on it. Weird. I ain't complaining. I've been on the multiplayer now every spare second and have ranked up quite well to level 30, Sgt commander I think. I have once again developed a short fuse when teen americans/british whining kids start making stupid noises and stuff and also though getting killed quickly by snipers. grrr I'm doing well though, winning the war and battling on through lol

Saturday came and didn't do anything but CoD all day until around 5.30, when me and a friend set off to see The Fray live!. I know amazing right. It all started off well. I had written the directions down and had my navigating head on with high hopes that we wouldn't get lost. Only my friend had his independant-navigating-know-the-right-way head on and we got lost. We overshot our destination by a few miles and had to stop for directions a few times. An hour or so later, we got there and queued for a while before they let us in. It was an impressive venue I must admit, not the best I've seen though. We were amongst the first 50 to get into the place so we were quite close to the front. I had high hopes that my view wouldn't be obstructed by any gits or git-esses, but as soon as the opening act came on, said gits and git-esses started to side shuffle right in front of me. It tested my patience. I had to keep reminding myself that there are probably a dozen height impaired people behind me trying to see over my head to see the band.

The night went on and The Fray came on. Wasn't the rock n roll atmosphere that I'm used to but I enjoyed their set loads. The combination of vocal, guitar and piano talents from the lead singer, Issac Slade made the band what they were and he didn't let us down on the night. Overall, it was a brill night and I'd definately see them again.

I was hurting the next day from all the standing and stuff, and I felt as though I had the beginning signs of the man-flu coming on (still feel like crap). So I spent most of the day in sipping lemsips and avoiding contact with anyone. That night, I felt better so I went to a friend's party that I was invited to. I got there and was told that they'd be bringing Rock Band with all the instrument controllers!

The host of the party, Dave said that we were all going to be split into bands of three people. I naturally opted to play guitar every single time, but as the night went on I tired the singing. It went bad.... They chose Rio by Duran Duran for me to sing lol It was funny to say the least. I was more at home singing Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Slow (hey oh) and other songs that were more of a lower key. The highlight of the Rock Band experience was hearing people sing Pretty Fly for a White Guy by The Offspring (yes... even me). "give it to me baby, uh uh uh uh!". lol I loved seeing my old friends again and had a great time and even had one those philsophical conversaitons you have in the early morning when drinking about random insignificant stuff lol.

And on our Bank Holiday Monday, I spent it on CoD. Thats my big weekend in a bag. I'll probably be on CoD tonight too. Its addictive lol See ya.