Big Chopper

An update:

 

Simon was working nights for ages although he did take a night off to go and see Erasure in Preston.  They were obviously past their best, as was the crowd, but they were fun, especially the backing singers who looked liked they were hired from pertemps.  

 

The following weekend we had Simons nephews up and used them as an excuse to do things we wanted to do, like going to the fireworks competition on the prom and after a day down the beach  taking the kids to the swimming pool, we took them up on a helicopter ride around the tower.  To be honest the kids weren’t over keen on this trip but we loved it, and that’s the main thing.

 

That was a couple of weeks ago and other than a drunken night out last weekend, we haven’t been up till much.  But yesterday Simon and I both packed in work for a week and a half, so today we partied like crazy….. well we pottered around a craft fair in Lythem St Annes.

 

Other the that the 2 main things I forgot to mention, we won the quiz night again, and Simon managed to get a new job nursing in a different part of the hospital.  He blew them away at the interview without even trying.

Chirpy Chirpy Mother F***ng Cheep Cheep Be-atch

Although i have spent a significant part of this weekend on the computer either facebooking or setting up this new blog, I have managed to drag myself away from it for part of the weekend.

After several weeks of camping, festivals and ther such things, Simon and I went out for our first blackpool night out in over a month.  It started badly as we got fed up with every bar playing awful tacky party music and being full of drunken scroats.  The lowpoint was being squashed between a group of smelly tourists while as they played a “Naughties” version of Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep, complete with swearing in the chorus and a rap for the verses.  Thankfully the night improved and  this morning I had the hangover to prove it.

After dropping Simon off for work, I knew that I had to get back to crack on with a pile of housework, so I ran away.  After a short random drive I found myself in Lytham St. Annes.  I’d never really bean before.  It’s quite a posh place with a sophisticated high street, full of coffee shops and shops selling high quality trinkets.  In other words the exact opposite of Blackpool.  So I relaxed in one of the coffee shops with an americano, cherry scone and a Douglas Adams novel (Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency).

I think i’ll be returning to Lytham the next time I need a breather from all that is Blackpool.

Italy and scissor sisters

03 Nov 2006 Rome We manage to rest our eyes a bit on the plane only to be rudely awoken by a fanfare on the tannoy letting us know that, against all odds, another Ryan air flight had managed to land safely. So then it was a coach trip to Rome centre. We dumped our bags at the hostel and went for a wander. After our first meal in Rome (McDonalds) we wandered along to the Trevi fountain, which had loads of people there including someone dressed as a gladiator however the illusion was somewhat shattered when he started texting. Another wander took us to the Panthion, an amazing building where we saw the tomb of Donatello, this led to us trying to remember the names of the other mutant turtles. This was followed by a proper Italian coffee, a walk to the Spanish steps and a spot of shopping. By this point I had noticed that Rome had a few really good looking guys. Mainly the ones in army or police uniform. A power nap at the hostel was followed by a tube trip to the coliseum. It was amazing seeing it as we stepped out the station. We strolled through ancient Rome and ended up in a beautiful old church where I lit a candle for my mom, afterwards I smiled as I realised it was bonfire might and I had lit a roman candle. More walking and shopping made us tired, hungry and lost. We tried getting a bus back to the hostel but we got off early as it was packed Simon was convinced there was a mystery hand going somewhere it shouldn’t. We found a nice restaurant and stuffed ourselves so much we needed to hat a sit in the bar next door before we continued. We really liked this bar called hippy hour. I asked he they knew of anywhere for karaoke. They didn’t but they invited up to come back Tuesday when they have a gay quire that sing 15th century chants. 13:03 – 0 Comments – 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

On the way Its stupid o clock Saturday night and I am knocking back a couple of extortionately priced vodkas at Liverpool’s Reynolds girls airport. Simon is panicking because he just realised the medication he needs to sleep through the flight was packed in the big bag which has now been checked in. Last night we arrived at Simons parents. He couldn’t resist being the perfect uncle and brought £7O worth of fireworks. Everyone had a great time watching them go off, although his mom was worried about the damage they were doing to her plants. After an hour of fighting with uncle Simon the kids went home and we went off for 3 hours sleep before we were up again driving to the airport. 4:00 – 0 Comments – 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

my weekly review

Well frugal month has come to an end and i’m still skint, mind you i guess booking a trip to Rome and buying a load of new clothes doesn’t really count as frugal. Its Halloween weekend so i have decided to come out for a few drinks even though my beloved is working. I did think the guy next to me at the bar had a great costume, then realised the wonky eye and scar were all his.

 

Unfortunately i haven’t been up to much this week other than work, and if you want to know about that you will have to read my work blog. http://elgg.net/kevhickeyuk/weblog Although be warned. It contains no gossip or details of office politics (i don’t think the servers could cope with that much information). It looks like i might be moving in with ‘S’, not a great change as i don’t think i have spent more than an hour in my own place in the last month. God knows why but the fool seems to love me almost as much as i love him, almost.

 

So any thing else to report? Well i’ve not made my mind up about torchwood, the dr who spin off. Its well acted, written and produced, but i can’t help wondering what William (the 1st dr) Hartnall would have said about aliens who shag blokes to death. One thing i did do this week was get a load of photos printed off from my pc, going back over 7 years. 7 of the best years of my life condensed into 2OO photos. I know that those 7 years also included some of the worst moments of my life but i didn’t take photos of those.

 

By the way i’ve got superman 3 on in the background, the one where he turns evil, and I have to say Superman is rubbish at being evil. What does he do? straighten the tower of pisa and blow out the olimpic flame. RUBBISH

Currently listening : Twelve Stops and Home By The Feeling Release date: 04 July, 2006

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All roads lead to…

Its ‘Frugal’ month and Simons been working for he last 2 weekends so ive been mostly saying in, although we did make it out to karaoke on Monday. Unfortunately my sining was all over the place, maybe ive lost my singing voice for good, although ive said that before.

We also enjoyed a leisurely stroll through Stanley park last Sunday, I love walks in parks in autumn. Golden leaves and the smell of fireworks in the distance.

We have got some time off together next month so we have been planning what to do and where to go. We were getting carried away and planning long journeys across eastern Europe by train. But due to limited finances and time, it looks like we will stick to a long weekend in Rome.

Hopefully next year we’ll be able to doe the train across Europe thing.

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Family
Current mood: okay

Last Saturday night we went for a ‘couple of quiet drinks’ which is always dangerous. We managed to stumble home some time in the early hours after several vodkas in various bars. This would have been fine if it wasn’t for the fact that we had an appointment in the morning. My friends, Jez and Nula had their daughter, Grace christened. I have to admit I wasn’t feeling the best, in fact it was the hangover from hell. But we arrived in our smartest suits, sat through the service, then mingled. But the hangovers took the best of us so we drove 15 mins down the road to S’s parents where we went straight to bed and power napped for an hour. We needed it. Afterwards I got to meet more of his family including his brother, sister in law and nephews. I think I have now met and been introduced to the entire clan. Talking of family, my cousin is getting married and my aunt has been continuously phoning to get me to go down. Not that I’ve got anything against my cousin but I just don’t want to go, ok maybe ive got a chip on my shoulder because they didn’t turn up to my moms funeral 13 years ago (boy I can bear a grudge). Either way I’ve made my excuses. I can cope with other peoples family, but not my own.

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Bad mood ‘n Brum

OK I am not in a good mood. The conference was cancelled. So I have travelled down to brum and got lost in selly oak for nothing. I am now on the train back. The worst bit is that I assumed I was booked on when I wasn’t, so Its as much my fault as anyones. At least I got to see my best mate and her new boyfriend, as well as my dad and his girlfriend, but it does mean I have wasted a day and I am REALLY pissed off about it. Grrrr

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the Z-list factor

I am currently on a train on the way to Brum as I have a conference their tomorrow. Why the hell did I decide to get the train? Ok it gives me the chance to catch up on a few things, including this blog, but its not worth the hassle of almost loosing my tickets, running between platforms while carrying my bags and having a cramped seat next to a man in a woolly jumper who smiles a little too much for my likening.

My ‘Frugal month’ isn’t going too bad. One thing I had to get was a pair of jeans, and poor S had the hassle of going clothes shopping with me. He is one of those freaks who loves clothes shopping and I don’t think he can understand why I hate it so much. My idea of clothes shopping is picking up a pair of 2 for £10, tesco jeans as part of my weekly food shop. But apparently this isn’t good enough. It has taken about 3 trips before I actually bought a pair. This is because after one trip to the dreaded changing room I get very grumpy and decide that’s enough shopping for one week. I never used to be this bad, but unfortunately I have put weight back on, and I therefore hate getting changed in a tiny mirrored coffin with a curtain that never seems to cover the entire doorway brings me out in a cold sweat.

Even though it is ‘Frugal month’ I am still allowing for 1 quiet night out a week, to avoid cabin fever. This week it was a quiet couple of Saturday night drinks in a great little student-y bar called scrouges. This led to several more drinks in ‘The Hop’, ‘Taboo’, ‘The ‘Handbag’, ‘Mardi Grai’, back to ‘Taboo’ ending up in ‘Pepes’. Oh well, so much for a quiet night.

Along the way I bumped into a couple of friends, Sazzle and H , who in turn pointed us in the direction of Rowetta (X-factor contestant from 3 years ago and ex-backing singer for the Happy Mondays). Now I love Z-List celebs (I was completely oblivious when David Beckam and the full Man United squad walked past me in schipol airport a few years ago, however I spotted the sound man from ‘Challenge Anika’ across a crowded bar) so, in my drunken stupor I go over and say “excuse me, is it Rowetta?” and that set her off. She loved being the centre of attention and showed us a magic trick (picture the classic sawing a woman in half, but with cigarettes instead), her impressions (hair pulled down to look like a beard = Osama Bin Laden), her story on why fame has not brought her fortune (She had to pay off all her ex-shags before they sold their story to the newspapers) and of course her view on this years x-factor contestants (rubbish, but they all have a good sob story(I completely agree)). After half an hour of this she turned to me and said, “sorry, did you just want a photo?”, She continued to tell us that everyone said she looked good when she was asleep so she would only let us take photos while she pretended to be asleep. At one point she thought I had took a photo when she wasn’t ready and wrestled me to the ground. So I am lying on my back in the bar, Rowetta is stood, straddling me, one leg either side, shouting “delete it, DELETE IT”, she then freezes in this position and says “stop it your drawing attention to me”. Somehow we managed to get the photos.

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payday
Current mood: grumpy

Almost 2 weeks since my last post. See just like everyone else, I get a boyfriend and forget about everything else. Things have been great since getting together with S but I have been juggling my finances, what with going to the v festival, going to London and various nights out. Today was payday and had a bit of a blowout on a few things I needed, and then checked my account. Things aren’t looking good, not a total disaster, I hope, but not good.

I really don’t know how or why I am so crap with cash. I’m not one for expensive clothes, or fancy week long holidays every year, and to be honest I get paid a decent amount, especially with this new job. But somehow each month I am desperate for payday to come round sooner and sooner.

So I am NOT going to panic, and just have a very quiet month. S is working most weekends so that gives me an excuse not to go out too much.

Anyone know next weeks lotto numbers?

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Ta-Dah

Another fantastic weekend. Last week I got a text to say I had won a comp to see the scissor sisters at Trafalgar square. So after another Friday firework display (this time it was Frances entry in the firework world cup), S and I drove down to London on Saturday morning. The battery in the GPS system let us down but somehow we made it to Katie’s house in time to enjoy a proper cockney breakfast in the local café, before she disappeared off to a wedding.

Katie, it was great to meet up, next time we will do it properly.

So after an hour or so chilling out we headed into the big smoke. We got to Trafalgar square via a stroll trough Crompton street and Leicester square. It was really surreal being among another 9,000 scissor sisters fans, most of whom were dressed in red, at Trafalgar square. We were there a good couple of hours before the band came on, enough time to make a load of ’single serving friends’. We Bluetooth scanned the area to find out what name everyone had given there phone and that’s how we met ‘Nana moon’, a young thin girl dressed as supergirl.

Eventually the DJ went quiet and we knew the band were due, but before that we got the biggest surprise of the evening, they were introduced on stage my kylie minogue, I say introduced but I have no idea what she actually said as we were all busy screaming ‘Oh god its kylie’. The band came on and were fantastic, we were really close and had a great view as they did a set which was half old stuff and half new, not forgetting Ana matronix many ramelings between songs. The climax of the show was ‘filthy georgous’ with 2 Napolions on stilts and 2 dancers dressed as the statue of the disabled woman.. By this stage the fountains were full of fans dancing there tits off. After the gig, we were intervied for radio 6 (so noones going to here that) and managed to loose track of our single serving friends as we headed back to Compton street, where we got v pissed at the admiral Duncan, Garlic & shots and GAY (bar). By the time we got the last tube home we were pissed, so S decided to show off his pole dancing technique. When we got off at turnpike lane we decided we needed a kebab, a decision that can only be made when rat arsed. While kebab hunting we passed a bar with its raining men blasting out and a familiar rainbow flag in the doorway. I was intrigued but S seemed less interested until a skinny man in hotpants, who was standing in front of the flag, beckoned us in along with the words “don’t mess with me boy!”, how could we resist. So we finished the night off in this cheesy gay bar, fending off scary advances. S (who has recently given up smoking) threatened to tell the sleazy old man I was sat next to, that I was single unless he let me go for a fag. The bastard. Thankfully he didn’t follow through.

Sunday we spent in a hungover haze while I drove back to bp, via Sunday lunch at S’s parents where we rewatched the gig which they videoed the night before.

Another fantastic weekend with S, life is good.

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Viva Blackpool

It happened a few weeks ago, while watching the free concert that was held for the light switch on. I fell in love…. with Blackpool. Loosing a fortune in 2p coins on the slider machines in the amusement arcade, amazing fireworks displays every weekend, old couples who have been coming here for years looking out to sea, seeing the tower light up, kiosks on the promenade who sneak a drop of brandy in a coffee for you, a Friday night free concert for the light switch on with all the greats (heather small, peter kay, the zutons, dale winton) followed by the venga boys at the club, getting out of breath on the dancing machines in the arcade, evry other shop being a café selling a hangover curing “breakfast barm” Whats not to love?

 

PS I’m fit and healthy again, but S is still recovering,

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Moving to Blackpool

30 Jul 2006 I’ve created a monster Last week I mentioned setting up a blackpool gay community message board.  Well I did it, sent a few emails asking to various members of gaydar and myspace to look at it and its really kicked off. At the moment the URL is http://blackpoolgc.proboards38.com/ but I am hoping that in the next day or 2 I can get that changed to www.blackpoolgc.co.uk.  So far I have had loads of positive feedback about the site and more people are joining thanks to word of mouth.  Once I get the url changed I can really get to work in promoting it.  I guess the fact that it has had a good start goes to show there was a real need for something like this.  I must admit I am putting a fair bit of my own time into managing the site but as it picks up I hope to get more administrators involved.  Apart from taking the pressure off me, this will also encoursge the community to take ownership of the project.  (god that sounded, like dead grown up and stuff). I am really proud of whats happened so far with the site and from a personal level its helped me find my feet down here. Currently reading : Doctor Who: I Am A Dalek (Doctor Who (BBC Paperback)) By Gareth Roberts Release date: 19 July, 2006 6:29 – 3 Comments – 2 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

Community For the last few weeks I have felt a bit of a fraud at work.  Because I donât come from an education sector background I have had difficulty keeping up with the conversations and discussions.  It has felt like a foreign language at times; Moodle, NLN, QiA, WebCT, COVE, Fenc, TASI, CETL, LLUK, SCORM, etc.  you get the idea. The thought that I will have know and understand this to the extent that I can go out and advise colleges, has been daunting to say the least.  Earlier this week I was in Worcester for a meeting of people around the country with the same job as me, these meetings happen 3 times a year and during the day there are various presentations.  However the most important part of the gathering for me was during the evening where we all had a meal and a few drinks.  I was really impressed with the sense of community and support.  The event doubled as a leaving do for one of the founding members of the group. During the various speeches and toasts someone spoke of how they felt when they started all those years ago, and how they put off going to college visits because they were so daunted at the thought.  But they got through it and so will I.     As I mentioned last week, I have found then gay scene a difficult place to fit in.  If there is a âcommunityâ then I havenât found it.  However I have made a few friends via websites such as gaydar and myspace.  Through these contacts I have discovered that there is a large number of gay people who avoid the scene.  I was thinking about this and what could be done to develop some kind of community spirit., when I had the idea of a Blackpool gay community internet forum.  A forum that catered for the gay community, and not just the gay scene.  There isnât anything like this at the moment, so why donât I start one? Actually I can think of loads of reasons why I shouldnât but I think I might do it any way.  I havenât had anyone give me any reason to think that it will be anything other than a huge waste of time, but if I donât try then I wonât know, and id rather try and fail than just sit around complaining about things.  Lets see what happens. Currently listening : Batman By Prince Release date: 15 June, 1989 5:26 – 3 Comments – 2 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

Drinkin with the devil

Its been another busy week what with starting the new job and going out every night:
- Monday – Karaoke in a scairy rough bar (good fun)
- Tuesday – Drinks with 1 of my new housemates
-Wednesday – Drinks with Pip & his BF Steve, Mates from N’Cle
- Thursday – Work related night out- more fun than i was expecting
- Friday- trying to discover the scene- More on that later

But lets get back to the new job, the reason i’ve moved down here.  I started Monday and there have been moments where I have felt as though I have been swamped with so much information i didn’t know where to begin getting through it all. As I don’t come from an educational sector background i feel as though its a doubly steep learning curve, not only learning the job but trying to get my head round all the abreviations, acronims, services, products and various partner organisations. Having said that, I have also had times this week where i have felt that once I get to grips with it all, i will fit in and be bloody good at the job. time will tell.  Also there is something about the organisation that seems to attract doctor who fans, told you i’d fit in.

So last night I got in from work and the sun was shining so i went for a couple of beers over the road with one of my housemates, emma. It was good but it gave me a thurst for a few more so I shaved my head (not a good dea after a few beers) and went into town.  Now, whereever I go, either to live or on holiday, I enjoy sitting at the end of the bar and making friends by chatting to people.  But blackpool is different.  There doesn’t seem to be that culture of making conversation at the bar.  I am finding this really odd.  As I think i mentioned in my last blog, i have found the community atmosphere more noticable on the gaydar site than in the real world.  But I ended up out on my own last night anyway.  I was there for a while when i noticed someone who i vaguely noticed from the bars in newcastle.  we started chatting and it wasn’t long before the subtley negative comments started coming though
“you’ve moved here? why?”
“nice place to visit but you wouldn’t catch me living here”
“Haven’t you just left loads of friends back in newcastle”
“you’ve put on a fair bit of wieght havent you?”
“Your really loanley here arnt you?”
“I give you 6 months before you move back”

Thankfully half way through this conversation I swapped my lagers for diet cokes and this helped me reallise what was going on.

Before Dr who, Russel T Davies and Christopher Ecclestone collaborated on a show called the second coming.  In this show the devil took over a normal guy (the fat guy from the “new customers only” building society adverts).  and this guy would talk to people and, in conversation, bring up there fears, and paranoias which would make them much worse.  This is exactly what this guy was doing.  He was so full of negativity that, if you allowed him too, he would really bring you down.  I made sure this wasn’t going to happen.

He hated the fact that i had moved on from the beers “let me buy you a pint”, “Go on, I’m on holiday, i’m sure i can afford it more than you can”, “Just cos i buy you a pint doesn’t mean i’m wanna shag ya”, “HAVE A PINT”, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU? HAVE A PINT, ” “WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?”

What the hell was I doing talking to that peice of shit in the first place? But walking away from him made me feel stronger.  I won’t deny I have paranoias and worries about moving down here.  The lack of community atmosphere on the scene means I won’t be able to fit in the way  did in newcastle, but you know what? It just means I will find other ways to find my space in this town. and i will.

Currently listening : Confessions on a Dance Floor By Madonna Release date: 15 November, 2005

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“Any one in tonight from Newcastle?”

Is been difficult getting round to writing this blog, my first since moving to blackpool last weekend. Not sure why, maybe its because I was feeling quite down earlier this week and when Im down I dont like to share, maybe its because I havent had a busy schedule, and when im not busy I end up not doing the few things I should be doing, or maybe its because there has been so much I could write about I dont know where to start.

So I think Ill start with a list of things I could write about:

• The fantastic leaving party I had on my last day in Newcastle, where Daniel had his chest waxed (click here for photos)
• The stress of trying to move my belongings from one side of the country to the other during the hottest day of the year
• The efforts I made during the week to get out there and try and make some friends on the gay scene which resulted in me making some enemies
• The shock and disappointment I felt upon hearing there is no gay scene karaoke here
• My new housemates who seem really nice guys but who I havent really gelled with yet, primarily because I have been out every night
• The loneliness I have felt during this week in a town where I didnt even know the area code, never mind any friends.
• The difficulty I have had in trying to tap into the gay scene community up here
• Managing to find more of a friendly, community feel via the local gaydar chat room
• The few potential new friends I have made thanks to gaydar and a shared interest in Doctor who
• The local cabaret curcit which I am fascinated with, varying from really good pop/rock acts to ultra cheesy singers with black suits, ruffled shirts, a laptop onstage full of backing tracks and a diamante treble clef brooch on the lapel.

I think Ill leave it there for today.  Hopefully my next week Ill be in a routine with my new job and Ill have started to feel more settled in.

Currently reading : Bigger Than Hitler By Rik Mayall Release date: 05 September, 2005

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“Haven’t you gone yet?”
Current mood: full

It’s been another week of farewells, with a karaoke/gay scene leaving do on Sunday and a works and others do this evening. Plus I have just had my works leaving meal (Lunch at Pizza hut click here for photos).

I always kew that some people wouldn’t be happy with me having a leaving do at a Sunday at the karaoke, but i went ahead with it any way.  It was too noise and busy which is probebly the ain reason most people turned up for a short while before making their excuses and leaving.  Plus I was taking every opportunity to sing.  Having said that I had a good time, particularly as thanks to these karaoke Sundays I have made so many new friend such as Arthur, Carlos, Kevin, Laurence and Diane. I was so shocked when as I walked through the door Diane gave me a big hug, a card and a beautiful watch as a leaving present. For me the highlight of the night was singing with Diane at the end of the evening.

I did pop out again during the week on Wednesday firstly to see the hoppings fair. which was pritty much the same as last year, although there were allot more queues for the fortune tellers. I wonder if this is connected to the rise in ghost shows on living TV? and then i popped down the yard to have one final song with my Diane.

Today’s Pizza hut work lunch was fun, an impressive turn out (20 I think) far too much food, for me anyway, and a presentation( 3 cards, a tie, £50 and a fantastic pair of tardis cufflinks). I have taken the opportunity to get hugs of pretty much everyone.

So now I have come home to get ready for the evenings final farewell before moving across tomorrow morning. 

I have noticed from the pics just how much of an effect all this partying had had on me. When i get moved in I am going to spend some serious time at the gym.

Currently listening : Bright Idea By Orson Release date: 08 June, 2006

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Party Animal
Current mood: tired

Its been a busy week, I have only had 1 night that hasnt involved me going out and partying.  It was my 31^st on Monday which meant I had to go out Sunday and Monday.  Wednesday I went out, well just because I wanted to, Thursday was one of the legendary Newcastle pub crawls with my mate Martin, and last night It was a night out with the lads from work. I am going to do my best to stay in tonight, especially as tomorrow is my Gay scene leaving do. 

 

In between all this partying I am getting things packed, and returning assembled funitire to its previous flat pack state.  This is so I can load the car up next Saturday and begin this new life.  Time is dragging at the moment, especially at work, just because I want to get this move over and done with. As a friend at work said, I need to stop saying my goodbyes and start saying some hellos.

Currently listening : Greatest Hits By Red Hot Chili Peppers Release date: 18 November, 2003

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paranoia’s
Current mood: nervous

I have only got about 40hrs left to take an 18-30 Holiday. Yep, Im gunna be 31 on Monday.  How do I feel about this?  Err absolutely nothing. Maybe its because all I can think about at the moment is the move.  Although I am organised I am still a bag of nerves about the whole thing.  Hopefully a session at the gym will help me work off some of this stress, and it should be better for me than the several glasses (ok, bottles) of wine I have sampled this week to do the same thing.

 

After writing my blog last week I had nothing  to do for the rest of the day except enjoy the delights of Blackpool in the sunshine.  I went out that evening and visited various local gay bars.  I dont know if was the heat or the fact that I was a tired, but I didnt feel my sociable self.  Usually I can go somewhere and find someone to chat to, but last Saturday Blackpool felt a very lonely place.  This was playing on my mind during the week and fuelled my paranoia about leaving all my friends in Newcastle,  to a town where I dont know a soul. These paranoias where dispelled (for the moment at least) by a few kind messages from Dean, a guy from Blackpool, who I found via myspace.  He has invited me for a gathering to meet him and his partner and friends once I move down.  Suddenly Blackpool doesnt seem such a lonely place.

Currently listening : Whales & Dolphins By Terrorvision Release date: 27 September, 2001

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The move continues
Current mood: hot

Well here I am in that same cafe in Blackpool. The frustration of not getting details of the new job was really getting to me so by Wednesday I gave them a call.  The new contract had been sent and was in the post and my start date is 10th July.  Since finding that out I have been busy getting things organised; handing in my notice (last day 30th June), sorting out 2 leaving do’s (a works do and a gay scene do, although I am dragging my work mate to the gay scene anyway),and I drove down here to blackpool yesterday after work to look for somewhere to live.  I have just put a deposit down on for a really nice shared house in Leyton, Blackpool.  I even have a view of the tower from my bedroom window.

Have been on such a high since finding out about the job that I must be hell to live with and work with at the moment, even more than usual,  although I did get quite emotional when I read the comment left by Davyjimjam on my myspace page.  I think that other than my landlady/friend/Guiding light (Oscar) I will miss my work collegues the most especially as I feel that there are so many really good friendships that are blossoming.

By the way while I am writting this, the rest of the world are watching the 1st england world cup match, I have just overheard that england are winning 1-0 Beckhan scored, no idea who against.  The whole country appears to have gone a bit mad with the whole thing. At what point does patiotism turm to jingoism? (see i do know big words, even if i cant spell them).  I am even doing my bit, I have been walking round in the baking heat all day so tomorrow my entire body will be “eng-ger-land” red, with white bits.

Thats it for now

OK, love you, Bye bye

PS I have done my best to think of a witty football related pun for this blog, but failed. sorry.  If i think of one i’ll update , or if there is anyone who reads this and can think of one, please let me know

cheers

kev

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Limbo
Current mood: frustrated

I am waiting, and waiting, and waiting. You get the idea.  I cant hand in my notice at work yet because I need to wait until I get various forms through from the new job, then have some kind of medical, then wait until I get a starting date.  So at the moment I cant really look for accommodation,  arrange a leaving do, etc. 

 

But enough of that lets go back a bit,  I wrote my last blog last Saturday from a café in Blackpool.  I eventually found a cure for my hangover; fish, chips and anadin while sat on the beach.  That night I went out with the owner of the B&B I was staying in and a few other guys staying there.  The club was fantastic and I danced all night. Im sure everyone thought I was on something, which I wasnt.  The best moment was when I came off the dance floor with a big grin on my face, and the B&B owner put his arm round me and said Welcome to Blackpool

 

The rest of the week has just been the usual odd night out and work, although now it feels like I am starting to tie up loose ends and plan who I will be keeping in touch with, and who I wont.  The highlight of the week was a grape fight with the lads at work.

 

Right thats me for now

 

Kev

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Blackpool

Yesterday mornin I had my interview.

Yesterday afternoon I got a call offering me the job

Yesterday evening/last night I went out and celebrated.

Today I feel ruff.

I am still numb, not from the drink, ok not just from the drink, but also at the thought of how much my life is about to change.

I have had the happiest decade of my life in newcastle, and I have so many friends there, and I am saying goodbye to all that to start again in a town where i don’t know anyone.  you know what? I can’t wait.

I will miss everyone so much but I know i’ll keep in touch with those who i want to keep intouch with, and I have a new adventure to begin.  It hasnt sunk in at all yet, again that might be due to last nights celebrations.

I am going back to newcastle tomorra, so another party night lies ahead.  I think i’d best have a few hours kip before then. maybe i should start looking for flats while i’m here?

sod that I’m too hungover.

right time for a lie down.

PS I am moving to a town with a perminant doctor who exhibision, Get in

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