Well I got back without a hitch from my weekend with ‘the lads’ in Cambridge. I had a really good time, it’s always good to see Greig (and Kat) and Andy again.
I was quite supprised at the ease of the return journey, seeing as Guildford station was closed for the weekend so I had to get a bus from Woking.
I even left Cambridge a little early to be sure I had time to faff at Woking. This was not really required as I walked out of the station entrance and the bus I wanted pulled up right there! Jam!

I was glad to get home a bit early though, gives me a bit of time to do stuff before I collapse in bed (like blog).
I don’t think I’m quite eager enough to do the wordpress upgrade tonight though.

Although there is nothing worth watching on TV, so you never know.

Well I casued some confusion with my cryptic comments about beard growing and the like.
Well you can rest assured that I am no longer on the path to shaggy beard-vile and I’m veering back to the land of the neatly trimmed. The whole saga, that went largely undocumented on this site, cuminated yesterday with me giving a Valentines card and little bear to a womyn at work.
This got me a hug, a kiss, a (relevant) phone number and a promise of a ‘date’ next week.

Life is good and I am happy!

Wow, I’m feeling pretty tired today. I was yesterday too, but I know the reason for yesterday. On Wednesday I went out for a drink with some potential new housemates, three guys, they all seemed pretty sound.
If they decide to move in that that’ll reduce the stress factor a bit, seeing as I had to borrow a load of money from my Dad to put down the deposit so I could stay in the house.

Erm, thats all really.

Well, its been a few days and I’ve kinda dropped out of the habit of blogging. It’s probably because things have been quite busy at the office, and I’ve not been in the mood.
Never fear though, gentle reader, I intend to keep up the flow of randomness, interspersed with what I hope are interesting facts 🙂

Valentines day is coming up, what do I have planned?
Well Toby, a guy from breakdancing has invited me out for a run, seeing as he goes past my house on his weekly jog. I don’t have a better offer so I may take him up on that.

In case you were wondering, ‘run’ and ‘jog’ are NOT prison lingo for dodgy acts, I’m not gay and thats that…. just so you’re sure 😉

Well yesterday it came to that time where I had to leave Plymouth and get the train back home. So as usual my Dad gave me a lift to the station for the 16:40 to London Paddington. Unfortunately the train didn’t exist, ‘due to planned engineering works’. Even more of a pain, the next train took five and a half hours to get upto Guildford!!
This would have resulted in me getting in so late that I would probably be unable to get up for work, or at the very leaast I’d be so incredably tired that I’d be next to useless at work.
Seeing as I’d had a really relaxing time over the weekend and am feeling much better for the food and sleep gained from this weekend I didn’t want to ‘kill’ it all by missing loads of sleep last night.
So I’ve had to take the day off and I’m travelling back today.

Some of the more cynical Britons out there would start to make disparaging comments about the british public transport system. Personally I’m not so sure. It is deffinately true that it was in a terrible state several years ago, but from my limited experience I’d say that its getting a lot better.

At the moment I’m not blogging quite as much as I’d like (I’ve got a backlog of stuff to write about). So I thought I’d explain in a lame excuse kind of way by listing my typical activities during a week day, based largely on yesterday:

• 7:00AM: Alarm goes off, I get dressed, brush teeth and wash face, pack lunch in time to leave at 7:15AM
• 7:32AM: Get picked up from Guildford station by Dave, for a lift into work
• 8:20AM: Arrive at work, try and write a blog before 8:30AM (when work starts)
• 10:30AM: Tea break, generally surf random stuff, possible time for blogging
• 10:45AM: Back to work
• 1:00PM: Lunch break, quick sandwich, and a cuppa-soup, then play 4-5 player multiplayer Farcry, yesterday in the last game of lunch break I actually uttered the phrase ‘And that’s kicking your ass!!’. As I was in top place at the end of an 8 minute match with 17 kills, second place had 9… mucho pleased.
• 1:45PM: Back to work
• 3:30PM: Tea break, usually surf more stuff, another chance for blogging. (Note I rarely make use of all these chances.)
• 3:45PM: Back to work
• 5:00PM: Work ends, play bridge builder while waiting for my lift home.
• 5:35PM: Lift home
• 6:20PM: Arrive home, change and go to the gym
• 8:00PM: Get back from the gym, have a shower, prepare and cook a meal
• 9:00PM: Food ready, now eat
• 9:15PM – bed: Either socialise with housemate and watch TV or practice guitar

Then repeat.
Although on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have Breakdancing and Capoeira respectively.

And this weekend I’m going down to Plymouth to see parents, friends, and have a guitar lesson.

I didn’t bother watching anatomy for beginners last night. Even though this show is the talk of the town right now, I really couldn’t be bothered. It is actually very interesting, in a sightly gruesome oh-my-god-I-can’t-stop-watching kind of way. The problem I have with it is that it’s on very late ( starts at 11) and there seems to be nothing in the show that I don’t already know.
I’m not quite sure how I already know it, maybe GCSE biology went in a bit better than I thought.
Anyway, I decided to get an early night, got a bit paranoid after watching ’10 years younger’. Apparently lack of sleep gives bags under the eyes, which if they get too bad will stay, and then you’ll look older and blah blah blah.

Kerplunk.

Yup, Tim the osteopath has given me a months rest until the next appointment, saying that I should be all fixed up. Then if that session shows up no new problems, wait three months, then six, then visit once a year. For a kind of body MOT. Which I think is a really good idea myself.
So yeah, back still hurts but should be on the mend, and my bill of health currently runs in at just over £200.

At least its a clean bill, I’d be rather annoyed to pay all that money and end up with a dirty and taty bill of health. That would just be rude!