You Can Read About Day One Here

You Can Read About Day Two Here

I awoke at about 9am with a bit of a head on me from the alcohol the night before, I actually forgot that I was sharing my single bed and Daphne knew I had forgotten when I twonked her on the head with my arm and she let out a groan.

I did not hit her that hard, I want to make it quite clear that I do not make a habit of getting women into bed and then battering them with my forearm as they sleep soundly! Although, upon reflection, it is a great way to get rid of them in the morning!

I went and had a shower and I started packing my stuff up (I had to be out of the room by 10:30) Daphne went and showered as well, she returned just as I had finished packing, great timing sweetheart!

She wanted to take me to a cafe and buy me some breakfast as we were both hungry after smelling the aroma wafting up from the kitchen downstairs. I’m a modern man and I will happily allow a beautiful woman (or even an ugly one) to buy me things so I was more than happy to eat pick at food for free.

Afterwards we walked to Newhaven Town station and after a kiss, and me giving her my phone number, off she went towards the ferry port where her friend was going to meet her with her bag. I stood there watching her lovingly as she turned and waved at me …. and almost get run over by a huge lorry.

It was then that I suddenly felt something in the pit of my stomach. Anyone who goes out Saturday night will tell you of the weekly Sunday morning bowel movement and I knew from past experience that my bowel movement was about to make a very unwelcome appearance!

When I used to get these train weekly they always had toilets, that was about 13 years ago, so as long as it was on time then I would not have a problem. I had become quite uncomfortable and started to walk up and down the platform, this obviously did not bother the people on the other platform but on my platform there was only me and a young lady who was so worried by my ‘prowling’ that she left the station in a very speedy fashion and did not return until the train had arrived. Probably assuming that I would not attack her with a train of people on board, oh how little she knew me!

Once on board I tried to seek out the toilet but could not find it, the guard told me these trains no longer have toilets … NOW we have a problem!

I had decided to make a stop in Seaford to have a few last minutes pints before going back to London and as I walked out of Seaford station I had a new mission for the day, the new mission was to find a pub with a toilet that was open to the public at 11am on a Sunday morning!

There are 11 pubs in Seaford, surely one of them would be open at this time? Well not the four that I found. One of them had their doors open but was not open to the public, the bastards!

I started thinking about other places that might have a toilet, places like MacDonald’s. I even thought about going into a church to use their toilet but thought better of it. Just as I was about to give up hope I spotted a sign that glimmered at me like a shining daytime star, it read: TOILETS!

I followed the sign hoping that it was not some kind of cruel hoax, after all what town still has public toilets in this day and age? Well it turned out that not only does Seaford still have toilets but bloody spotless toilets with plenty of toilet paper!

I dived into the only cubicle and just had enough time to put toilet paper over the seat and park my bum before what seemed like the entire world fell out of my arse. After wiping, and saying a small prayer to a God that I don’t actually believe in, I felt much better and possibly left the toilet about a stone lighter.

I wanted to buy some bottles/cans of local beer to bring back home as I had promised to give some to Reiss and Wayne, sadly the only decent offy in Seaford is the one I used to frequent as a school kid called Roy’s Liquor Store and although they had a decent offering none of them were local.

The only beer I could find was the lovely Black Sheep that I had consumed in Hastings the day before. I bought 6 bottles and then proceeded to shove them into my already full sports bag because I was damned if I was going to go home with a bag of clinking noise!

Thankfully the ride back to London was pretty uneventful, no speed-snorting arseholes or screaming children, although I did have to sit opposite two teenage girls who had to be told of several times by the grown-up accompanying them as they kept kicking the table and my shins!

I did feel petty sad as the train pulled out of Seaford station as although I was quite miserable on Friday I did end up enjoying myself Saturday and Sunday. I am planning on going back maybe in the early part of next year, I am definitely going back for the Seaford Live 09 festival in September next year.

My brother is currently taking his driving lessons and from what I have been told he is doing well and might even pass his test by the end of the year or early January next year.

One thing he is already moaning on about is the cost of insurance that he will have to fork out when he buys his first car. With all the insurance companies about you would have thought that he would be able to get a decent quote or two to mull over.

There are auto insurance comparisons web sites around that take care of this sort of thing for you, they find the best quote ot suit you needs so you don’t have to. If he chcks out a comparision site like onlineautoinsurance.com I’m sure he will find a good deal instead of bending my ear!

Today is my birthday. I try to keep it to myself especially as this year I am hitting the big 3 0.

My sister bought me a bottle of Jack Daniels and a t-shirt where it lights up a small piece of plasic that you can write on like a walking blackboard. Her boy Jack also made me a card which I thought was very nice.

Reiss wanted me to come out and have a couple of beers wih him and his girlfriend, and I did want to, but I was knackered from work and decided to take a rain cheque. That is a weird expession, what exactly is a rain cheque?

I’ll go out with him tomorrow and have a few beers.

Work is going well although I am now doing the proper lists I am finding the phoning part quite difficult, especially when I have to phone places like Russia or Norway who don’t speak English.

Turning 30 isn’t so frightening.

I feel that I must apologise for not writing any blog entries for the past couple of days but I have been struggling with the thought of having a job for the first time in over a decade.

My first day actually went better than I expected. It was mainly training and each new person was assigned an experienced reseacher to learn from and to show how to use the database and how to research and input data.

The guy who I had training me was called Lewis and he looked like a skinny version of Harvey Denton from League Of Gentlemen, if he ever asks me to go to his house I’ll run a fucking mile!

The job seems simple in premise: you are given a list (the lists are devided into four difficulty levels) and you must find certain people at a company (it depends what department you are in: technology, finance, etc) and phone them to make sure the database has their up-to-date information.

The people in the office are nice enough. I have a woman sitting opposite me who offers food to people and takes great offense if you decline, a man next to me who I worrying love the way he says the word ‘English’ and there are now three women in the office with the biggest arses I have ever seen!

The downside though is that the train to and from work is always packed to the brim, I once had to wait for the 10th train before I could squeeze on, a record I broke only the other day when I had to wait for the 11th train! THAT IS FUCKING STUPID!

It is going well!

If you are sick of your current broadband provider why not step up and try out mobile broadband? I’ve been using it for a while and it is much easier.

My sister recently had to replace the car seat for her baby. She went out and bought the most expensive one that she could find, assuming that this meant she had bought the one that was the safest for her little girl.

Of course this is utter nonsense as we all know (well most of us at least) that expensive does not always mean safe.

It is times like this that I wish she would have asked me because I could have told her to buy a car seat that is made by a company called Britax.

Britax have only been making car seats for a couple of years but already they have built up one hell of a good following from mothers who are delighted with their product that is not only safe but affordable and stylish as well.

Whether would want to buy their cheapest one at $50.00 or their dearest one at over $300, the only diference (apart from the price of course) is the style of the item.

Maybe I’ll buy her one for Christmas.