The tattoo saga continues…..

You would think he would have taken something onboard. Nah…rings up tonight at around 5:30 to say that he would be home for 7pm, after he had had the tattoo done !!!!!! Err what tattoo ? Oh its just a five pointed star, we both having it done !! What is it called when a parent murders their children ???

I never got around to starting the new novel. To be honest, I forgot to put it in my bag for work. I’ll get it now. “The Road to Nab End” by William Woodruff. I will report back when I have got past chapter one. ‘Tis about Northern things and Northern folk .. E bah gum !!!!

I am now being followed by a real person on Twitter. Julie Moore, ‘Psychic to The Stars’ or so it says on her web-site. It was Jonathon Ross that said we should follow her, as she only needed 5 more to get to 500. Out of the blue tonight, I asked her to follow me … and she did. I was gob-smacked.

My Facebook status caused a bit of a laugh  – (_!_) – An Arse, (__!__) – A Fat Arse, (!) – A Tight Arse, (_?_) – A Dumb Arse, (_*_) – A Sore Arse, (_x_) – KISS MY ARSE!!! . I pinched it of course, but it does look funny.

It was a scary drive home tonight. I drove through a hail storm. The M1 was very wet, and there was a lot of spray. It was fine for the truckers, they are too high up for the spray to affect them. It is just people like me in small cars that get the grief. It’s stopped now, but it is quite cold. Yahoo says it is –2C in Wetherby, so it likely to be much the same here.

Quiz night … not tonight Josephine !

Well from what I’ve heard, the tattoo was a success. I did not see it this morning, but it looked okay last night. No quiz tonight as he’s out in Bradford for the evening.

I did not get up until 7am this morning, but I was still in work for 8:15. This new link road is really good. It takes hours of my travelling time. I wonder if it will save on petrol. It should do, as I am not stopping and starting and can keep a constant speed up.

My old mate Carol is now on Facebook, so that will a good way to keep in contact. It sounds like she is having a good time. It would be nice to meet up and have a drink some time.

Another old mate/colleague got in touch today. David sent a reply to my message on Friends Reunited. I posted it about 3 months ago, but he’s only just picked it up. We first met in 1971 … OMG how old does that make me feel. It felt the same meeting up with Steve from Bradford, last week. I must do a reply to David very soon. It sounds like he is doing well for himself. I will also have to see if he has Rean’s email. I would like to get back in touch with these people. Who knows, someone, somewhere may have a bit of information on my old best mate, JT. A chain of contacts may prove very useful.

These social networks do seem to be good at keeping people in touch or even regaining contact with old friends. Mind you,some of the friends, may not have been that good friends when we parted, but that is all in the past.

Kids, banks, computers and other annoying things…..

So here’s the thing. He says he is going into town to get his tattoo finished. How long we ask. I don’t know he replies and off he goes. One and a half hours later, he’s ringing up. Can Dad pick me up. What time we ask. Don’t know he says. You must have some idea we say. Well we are starting again at 10:30 (pm that is). Well how long will it take (bearing in mind that his last bus is 10:50) I don’t know he says. I’ll crash at R**’s. Nooooo way. So now I’ll ring him at 11:00 and take it from there. Kids.

Then there’s the bank. You enter your login, unique customer number, password and then the bl***y thing falls over when you enter the answer to your security question. ‘There is a problem…………please ring 08456*****’. So I ring and am told that ‘someone has attempted to log into my account’……’yes … me!!!!’ I’m all for security, but it can go over the top sometimes. All you need is a gadget that creates a unique number. The council has then, why can’t the banks.

Then what …… Internet goes down. Well not actually stops, but get so slow as to be practically useless. Worse than ‘dial-up’.  All working now though.

Rant over.