Final Post

Hello, this is my third and quite possibly final post, ever!

later on today I'm off to my works Christmas piss up, it's at a "Fight Night" which basically means there will be loads of people doing kick boxing in the ring and lots of the crowd doing pub brawl style fighting in the stands! I'm not so worried about the fighting in the stands as I am the possible agro I'm going to get from my female bosses ex's.

To explaining this fully I need to take you back a few weeks, I also need to explain that I'm not interested in doing anything with my boss!! My boss invited me out for a meal in the town that she lives in, I said yes and away I trundled. We had a nice meal before going to a club, all was going smoothly until her ex husband turned up and quite simply went mental. After about an hour of them shouting in the corner I ran out of things to count and people to watch whilst waiting and decided to head back to hers (We left a key out), I got in and headed up to the spare bedroom, half an hour later she returned, no sooner later the doorbell rang and the ex broke the door down before my boss could get it, at this point my heart started to beat fairly fast, he then asked "where the f**k is he, I'm going to f**king kill him" (bit of a shock) I jumped of the bed and tried to hide under it, to my horror the bed didn't have any room under it and I had to make myself invisible (not easy for an 11 stone 6 foot male!) the bloke ran in and failed to see my body next to the bed, at the same point my boss was talking to the police and arranging for them to come around. Because he couldn't find me he left, I went downstairs and found that he had hit my boss in the face and then she told me that he had been away in prison!

I'm really hoping that he's not going to be around tomorrow, you may well be thinking *just don't go* but it's not that simple if I don't go she could make my life really rubbish at work and I can't be arsed with the grief.

If you read this you'll soon discover that most of what I say has no real end, it's just my crazy rambling!

As for a blog being like a dog, it's much lower maintenance but doesn't have the same lovely face!

Overdose

I've recently taken up road running to try to get/stay fit. Against everyone's (ellie) advice I've been running a short distance (1.4 miles) everyday and not running one day followed by a day off.

All was going well... Until I pulled the muscles around my hip last night . I didn't sleep very well and decided to buy some "Nurofen Meltlets" from boots at lunch time, I need the meltlets as I'm useless and can't swallow normal tablets. The soluble ones aren't available in many places so I decided to stock up and got 3 boxes of 12 tablets, as I approached the till in my sleepless state the lady behind the counter looked at me and then the 3 boxes of nurofen, paused for a while before bombarding me with questions about the use of the drugs "have you used these before?", "do you know how many to take?" etc. I tried to make light of the situation with "I'm not planning on killing myself" she then paused again and came back with "that's nice then", I was totally dumb struck and left honestly believing that she was worried about me killing myself . As soon as I got back to the car I had to look in the mirror to see how suicidal I was looking expecting to look half dead, to my surprise I was looking totally normal.

This has now left me thinking that people are looking at me thinking I'm on the edge of killing myself.

First Post

So, here we are.

I have been convinced to create this blog by a friend of mine, who claims "a blog is like a dog". As I work full time and don't have time to look after a real dog, I'm hoping this will be a good alternative.