Wednesday, May 25, 2005


Well, I'm having a "What the hell am I doing in life" days today. I usually get a few on a 3 month anniversary - whether it's a job, a hobby, a house I'm in, a relationship or whatever. 3 months seems to be a line that I just hate crossing.

This time it's my no.1 reason, the job. I've got a great job which most people would kill for - okay, the money isn't amazing but it's a great job for the following reasons:-

I only live 10mins walk away (HUGE lie-ins)
There are only two other guys in the office, both are totally laid back
The workload isn't huge, but we've always got something to do
The hours are great 9:00-5:30 but VERY flexible - ie I can leave early/come in late for a valid reason (ie Doctors appointment or Lions match).
The work is quite interesting (Transport Engineering) and quite easy at the mo.
The prospects for promotion are very good due to the small size of the company (nationwide about 550 people)

But, despite all that - I feel as though I should be doing something else... but I can't put my finger on it. I love visiting new places, whether it's somewhere in the UK or abroad, but I am very crap at saving money. This is mainly due to my social habits - It's very easy to spend in excess of £150 in a normal weekend. I wish I wasn't so popular, damn! I usually re-assess things after a good weekend - I've just had a great one in Cardiff on Friday and St.Davids on Saturday and Sunday. Now it's back to reality with a bump -ugh.

Rugby has taken up most of my attention recently, it was great to see Gareth Thomas lift the Heineken Cup trophy with Toulouse on Sunday - the game was shit but it was nice to see all the same.

Gareth Thomas, the Welsh Captain

The Lions game wasn't much cop either, Argentina should have won that. All the media attention on Jonny 'Drop Goal' W. There were some amusing comments on the BBC website about that - at least not everyones obsessed with him. Geordan Murphy and Denis Hickie also played well, Shane did okay seeing as he had half the pitch to cover on his own at some times. They'll get better as the tour goes on no doubt. Scotland also beat a sorry Barbarians team last night, I didn't see the match but it sounds as though a new-look Scottish team did quite alright for themselves with a 38-7 score. Good luck to them in the future.

Shit, I'm not doing any work despite accidentally deleting bucketloads of it yesterday. - better get back to it.

If anyone hears of any good jobs going let me know!


Monday, May 23, 2005

Y Llewod v Yr Ariannin (Lions v Argentina)

Shane Horgan hauled down - one of the few photos without Wilkinson in.

I'm not happy - I'm very angry.

I'm going to go to brush my teeth, go to bed and get some sleep before I make any more comments about the match.

Hopefully I'll be more constructive in the morning. To anyone that doesn't follow rugby - I'm sorry, I'll try and keep it brief.


Fried Chicks

Just to back up the claims that I have been making recently about finding small spines in my fried chicked recently....

I don't particularly like fried chicken anyway. For starters there's hardly any meat - half the time is spent picking out the bones and removing the fried skin from your chin.

But, despite this I thought I'd give fried chicken another chance after the recent opening of 'Chicken Land' near my local. This is when I disovered my first 'spine' - and I'm pretty sure it wasn't one of these.

I've now been put off completely and have reverted to Doner Kebabs (still horrible but at least you can eat everything).

Thursday, May 19, 2005

And then the floodgates opened up.

It's been a bit of a blessing living out of Cardiff for the last 11 months - I've been a whole lot healthier (but put on weight from eating a little too well) and haven't been out so much. I still get mashed beyond belief but it's only been restricted to Friday and Saturday nights - Last Monday however was Greggers birthday so I HAD to drink for that one. But I slipped up again this weekend by going out on Fri, Sat AND Sun... it's a slippery slope..

With only Alcohol and ruined dreams at the bottom of it!

I did have a great time though, Friday was our usual - the George and then onto the Students union. Met three lovely Irish girls after asking them to unclip a key from my keyring for me (useless bastard). Norma, Deidre (pronounced Dyeer-dra as far as I could make out) and Emily were all big drinkers and big Rugby fans too. Can't remember a lot about the conversation but it was jolly entertaining and included lots of rugby (as my team the Scarlets were playing their team Munster in the Celtic cup final on Sat - review). Got a bit lost in the Union and spent my time divided unequally amongst Greggers, the Irish girls, Scouse, Alice & Louise, and Eirian in a dress. That's a nasty habit of mine though, I can't keep still in a pub and have to chat to everyone I know!

Sat was a bit of a shitty one, got into the pub at about 1pm to watch Scarlets play Munster but discovered that it wasn't on until 5:30 ugh. Still, Scouse, Charlie and James appeared to go shopping for Grannies clothes which was pretty fun. It was James' birthday on Sunday and the theme was 'Grannies and Trannies' - we spent absolutely ages going along Albany Road and into all the charity shops. I found a great flowery dressing gown, a nice warm yellow Cardigan, some lush pink hair rollers (velcro, for short hair) and some shockingly good fitting white granny sandals (I only have tiny size 8 feet).

By this time, the boys had gone to Gassy Jaks (The pub with the national anthem scene in the film 'Human Traffic) and were watching the Zurich Premiership final where Wasps thumped Leicester. It was Leicester captain Martin Johnsons' final game so it was a bit of a shame to see him go out like that. He's been one of rugbys greatest ever players and has won every rugby title available to him for Club and country including the Zurich Premiership with Leicester several times, the Heineken cup - twice, the World cup with England and was captain of the winning Lions tour to South Africa in 1997.

After that game, I hot footed it back to the George to watch the Scarlets game but we lost that one 27-16. It was an okay game but Ronan O'Gara was on fine form after his leg injury laid him out for 6 weeks. I was hoping the Irish girls would make it down to watch the game but they were all a little fooked after the previous night. Eventually found ourselves in the Students union again, it was one of those nights where no-one said a word and we all just sat there until someone had the great idea of saying "Lets go home" and we did. Got back to discover that Bleddyn, Dave and Simon were all off to a house party, only they weren't quite sure where it was.. We found it eventually - it was an after party for the bands that had played at Clwb Ior Bach tonight. The house was full of absolutely hammered people so we didn't really help once we got there - Bledd and I only managed a beer before leaving at 5am. I was recognised again by an ex-HBOSer - got out quickly though.

Owain, I've discovered a St.Davids drink called the 'Bluie' (or something) - I'd never heard of it but it turns out that it's a weaker version of the O-bomb and is only served in half-pints!! I introduced the O-Bomb to St.Davids a couple of years ago and it turns out that it's spawned a new craze down there! For Those that have never heard of the O-Bomb - it's a nasty pint of 4 vodkas and 1 1/2 bottles of WKD blue, and you have to drink it within 10mins of its purchase. To say the least, it makes you go a bit funny - especially after a few drinks beforehand. Side effects have been known to include:-

Stroking the barmaid
Extreme wrestling
Stealing Christmas lights from the entire front of peoples houses
Dancing round the philharmonic with your pants round your ankles

Sunday was great fun - the weather was absolutely stunning and the George has a recently opened Beer Garden! We just chilled out all day in the beer garden, the boys were more interested in the Man U footy on TV but I was just loving the sun and the beer. Charlie finished behind the bar at 5pm so I went with him and a guy named Harry to the girls house to get changed into out Granny outfits. It was hilarious, the girls had great fun dressing us up and putting the makeup on - they weren't coming out until later but I'm eternally grateful to Scouse and Jen for lending us various items of underwear! Just as the 6 (Tom, James, Charlie, Harry, Emily) of us walked out of the house, a very large group of blokes walked past - cue the wolf whistles and "That One's yours Mike" etc.. - fucking hilarious. We got into the George to find Aled (6 foot something with stubble, with remarkably well done make-up) and Steve (who actually looked like his Mum) already there. The locals and the staff thought it was brilliant, we got laughed at constantly! We started on the pints but decided that they were rather un-ladylike so we moved onto the wine - before I knew it, It was 1am and we were in Steves house having a Party. Don't remember much but it was good fun all the same - loads of people for a grinning Chris to go and talk to.

Left about 1:30 as I had work in the morning, went back to Scouses to get changed (so nice to get the tights and bra off - they'd been itching all night) and at last I had my trusty jeans and t-shirt back on. Got home at about 3am (lost 1 1/2hrs somewhere) and was woken at 6:30 by Greggers who wanted to catch an early train back to Haverfordwest. I agreed to go along, and met him at the train station. He was initially too embarrassed to sit next to me as I still had makeup all over my face but he was just as hungover so he didn't really care in the end. I got off at Swansea and he continued on to Haverfordwest.

I made it into work on time, I even had time to get back home to shower and change! Monday was a bit of a write off though, didn't get much work done. I'm still knackered now on Thursday - I've got a nasty feeling that another big weekend is coming up too.

Monday, May 16, 2005

A tale of three.

No lies, I am absolutely dying. 3 nights on the piss - met 3 lovely Irish girls on Friday, was wrecked on Sat after 3 downed pints in a row, On Sunday I dressed up as a woman and got in at about 3am.

3 days, probably the amount of time that this makeup will take to come off.

What a state.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

A fine return to form.

It's been quite hectic recently, lots of exciting adventures to various places in South Wales! I went home for the weekend and chilled out for a bit. The weather was a bit shitty but it was nice without the noise of cars and various other city type sounds.


I spent Saturday watching Rugby, S4C had scheduled rugby non-stop throughout the afternoon which was nice. I watched the Konica Minolta Cup final between Llanelli and Pontypridd. It was a cracking match, not the best rugby but it went right down to the last whistle after Llanelli had staged an amazing comeback in the second half. It'll surely get more people interested in Welsh Premiership rugby for next Season.

The next program was 'Le Rygbi' S4C's weekly roundup of the game in France. That was shortly followed by the big one.. Scarlets v Ospreys in the Celtic Cup semi-final. But I didn't watch that as I'd hot footed it down to Stradey Park, home of the Scarlets. I loved every minute of being there, I haven't been to watch a Rugby game live for years. We started off pretty shaky, Shane made a couple of breaks and Matt Rees put 12 points on us. A try created by Dwayne Peel and scored by 200year old prop Jon Davies kept us within 5 points at half time but the game was won in the Second half in the form of the latest in the line of Quinnells, Gavin. He's about 6'7" and weighs 21 stone - he ran through several people to clinch the winner. Killer blow was dealt by the left boot of full back Barry Davies, who kicked a 52 metre penalty to put us out of reach of a spirited Ospreys team. They can't win everything eh? On to face Munster in the final this Saturday.

Ickle Shane. My Mam said "ooh is that the rapid runner boy?" yes, it is.

Line Out

The Final Score

During the game, ran into Owains brother Gwil who was collecting money for the Llanelli Warriors tour to New Zealand. I've never met Gwilym before but I recognised him from Owains blog - must be weird when someone comes up to you and claims to know you from the internet....?!

Afterwards, had a few drinks in Llanelli with Random Andy. Took a piss next to Gavin Quinnell - (the second famous rugby player I've had a piss next to after ex Wales Captain Stuart Davies). Swansea city Football club had also got promoted on Saturday so Andy was running round chanting all his Swans songs. One guy was stupid enough to shout "Cardiff Cardiff!" back - it got a bit heated but luckily a typical football-fuelled scrap was avoided by me dragging Andy away. One girl earlier on in the evening had said to me "I'll see you in La Luna", which I thought was a rather odd thing to say. La Luna could have been a club or a kebab shop for all I knew about Llanelli. And how did she know I was going? Turns out, La Luna was a nightclub and the ONLY one in Llanelli at that! No wonder she knew I'd be there. Still, as expected it was shit, so we left.


Went back home again and just relaxed all day. The weather had picked up nicely and there was quite a bit of sunshine around. Mam made top quality food once more and I happily gorged myself in the culinary delights.

Watched 'Scrum V', the weekly rugby highlights programme on the BBC and discovered that I had a whole 5 seconds of just me on the TV while I was at the game on Saturday!! Cool. I was looking a bit angry as we were losing 12-0 at that point!


Up nice and early to catch the bus back to Swansea. Went to work as usual for a Monday and had every intention of going back home and catching up on some sleep in the evening. Did it happen? No. It was Greggers birthday - the little blighter was 25 years old! As usual, pegged it down to the George to meet up with Greggers, Eirian,, Paddy, Alun, Bleddyn, Ryan and anyone else we could get our hands on. I was so drunk I'd lost everyone before last orders... it was all good fun. I was sat chatting to a couple of people when they just said "Where have all your mates gone?" Shit. I didn't have my phone so decided to walk back to the train station and go back to Swansea - on the way I happened to walk passed the Students union, bad idea... the tractor beam was locked and I was being drawn in! I had the usual banter with the Bouncer - he laughs at the way I turn up with amazing regularity on Fridays and Saturdays when I'm blatantly not a student. Found a couple of George girls in there, also ran into Gaz (Eirians brother) so not all was lost. Got to the train station eventually to discover that there were no trains - I asked someone "Where are all the trains? There's supposed to be one at 11:30?" he replied,
"Mate, it's half past three..." Oh dear. Stumbled back to the flat, to discover that all the boys had returned and were in the process of jumping around the place as they were all plastered. Great, I had work in the morning and finally got to sleep at about 4:30am.


Today was write off. See yesterdays shenanigans for the reason.
Got the train at 8am from Cardiff, had every intention of passing out until I got to Swansea but someone recognised me at the train station. Her name was Claire, a Kiwi girl that used to work in HBOS when I was there about a year and a half ago. She chatted all the way, I made a terrible effort at responding but it seemed to keep her happy. Any other day I would have been happy to chat but an almighty hangover was preventing me from saying much today. She finally got off at Bridgend and I passed out almost immediately. Went back to the house, had a shower then went to work. I turned up in work about 40mins late with a prawn baguette in my hands - the only thing that my boss was concerned about was that I hadn't bought him a baguette!! I love this job!!


Work as usual, spent a bit of time in Cardiff counting cars outside a school up by Roath Lake. Fine weather so I quite enjoyed that. In the evening I hooked up with Anday and we went to watch the Swans play Wrexham in the last game at their home ground, the Vetch, before moving to the new Stadium at Morfa. The Swans won 2-1, everyone was happy, Andy even got himself a piece of the turf which he plans to nurture for the rest of his life! We then had a few pints in the Orange House on the Kingsway. Got a little bit drunk, got back to the house and cooked an ultra hot curry - I was a little sweaty afterwards but that was nothing compared to the agony in my stomach today. Ugh.

After vowing never to go drinking on a school night ever again, I lasted about a year and went twice this week alone. It's James birthday in Cardiff on Saturday too. Another hangover on Monday then... Bring it on!

Monday, May 09, 2005

The Trusty Apple.

Apples - more than one use.

As well as keeping certain Medical employees at a fair distance, apples - I've discovered - have a much more positive effect on your life:-

Once they've been eaten almost completely (yum), and only the core remains - rather than putting it into a rubbish bin, you can chuck it at a well over the speed limit,Yellow, Over-souped Nova driven by a 17 year old twat that shouts at you for "getting in his way" when the lights are red and have been for some time.

Very satisfying and I'm in a much better mood for it.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

The usual for Bank Holiday.

Ugh, it's hot outside and just plain sweaty in work today. I would normally have the door open to let a breeze in but everyone else seems to spend there time yakking directly outside the door about "What a lovely day it is today" - "SHUT THE FUCK UP!".

Just having a little bout of the rage (not to be confused with le rage) - lost a little bit of sleep after my clock (CLOCK) was a little messed up after the extended weekends exploits.

I had every intention of staying in on the weekend and was just going to go shopping in Tesco a little more than I usually do, just to pass the time. But, it got to Friday evening and my weak will was exposed once more - I rushed home after work, cooked a lush bangers n'mash and ran to the train station. I only just caught the train, getting on it about 3mins before it left. Don't you hate it when you run down the platform like an idiot, jump onto the train and sit down, huffing, puffing and sweating - and then the train waits for another 10 minutes? I've only ever done that once, but now I take a more leisurely approach and take great pleasure in watching everyone else panicking as they run past me. I take great pleasure in watching other people, everyone's done it - just sitting on a park bench or in a bar, watching the world go by. It's a great pastime I think - my head just operates in a different world to everyone else so I usually just pretend I'm not there at all, it makes it more fun!

So, went straight to the George, it was bloody hot on Friday night and the pub was roasting - making the beer taste SO much better! Eirian, his brother Gaz, Paddy and Bobby came to the pub too. We just sat back, enjoyed our beers and slowly got hammered - perfect! On to the students union again - not much happening there. Some guy started giving Gaz lip, "not another fight" everyone groaned, before any fists were thrown though, this bloke, in all seriousness, had challenged Gaz to a dance off!! It was fucking hilarious, Gaz cleared a huge circle of people on the dancefloor and they both started throwing shapes in the middle of it! Most of the people in the club stopped what they were doing to watch the competition! Gaz ended up winning by a country mile and the other guy just skulked off! I almost died with laughter when I saw Gazs' winning move - it was a kind of One arm behind the head, the other on his foot, jumping, running, spinning move... Incredible!!!

Saturday, started the day with my infamous 'hour of power', I woke up first at about 10:30, then woke everyone else up by running round the house singing. Once they were all up, I just slumped on the sofa and drifted off to sleep again. In a (crap) attempt to avoid drinking, I went for a walk around the lake with Helen (old housemate) who'd appeared in the union the previous night. We both agreed that it was too hot to be going for a walk so we went to the pub instead (doh!). Felt mighty popular walking around today as loads of people were saying "Hi Chris" as they walked past, Helen asked "Who the fuck was that?" most of the time, "Just mates" I replied. Didn't let on that most of them were barmaids in the George... So, got rid of Helen, found a load of the boys in the Social bar. All were well on their way with the Demon juice, drinking games encouraging biblical volumes of drink to be consumed d were in full flow. I refused to join in and sat quietly on the sidelines, nursing a pint or two. Got fed up in the end and decided to go back to the George so I could find some sober people. Instead I found two of the staff, James and Steve - just getting started on an adventure into drunken unconsciousness. I wasn't going to miss this one, so I joined in the rounds. It was all very good fun I have to say! Wasn't too bad at closing time, Steve notice this and bought us 4 bottles of Orange Reef (Yuk!) each to get rid of before we left - I managed to stay Okay-ish until about 15mins later when we got back to the boys house and watched Spiderman 2 accompanied by more beers and a spliff. I was slumped in a chair for the duration of the film, which was moving awfully quickly - I couldn't keep up and had to keep looking away to stop me from throwing up! Charlie (yep, George staff) came back towards the end of the film and the poor lad had to put up with me talking crap until it was time to go home (as everyone else had passed out). I was coming out with 'Gems' such as when Kirsten Dunst put flowers by a grave, I shouted "Daffodils don't grow in Autumn! Silly mistake" - they probably weren't even daffodils but it would have been a good criticism of the film if they were.

Left Steves and James' house at about 12:30am to discover a lightning storm overhead - there was not rain, just lightning - it was so cool, I had to ring everyone and tell them to look out of their windows and the "Amazing flashes" - I don't usually smoke weed, and that is the reason for it, I turn into a retard.

Sunday was a slightly more constructive day, got back to Swansea relatively early in the afternoon and did washing, made nice food and generally cleaned up my room a bit. I watched Scrum V to catch up on all the weekends rugby. The Scarlets pulled off a good game (for perhaps the second time this season) and demolished the Dragons 49-19 at Rodney Parade. We now go on to play the Ospreys in the Semi finals of the Celtic Cup as a Henson-less team knocked out Ulster. Andy (from Llanelli) came over at about 8pm, and we descended into the chaos that was Swansea city centre on a Bank Holiday Sunday - it was BOUNCING! We had such good fun in the bars of wind street, thousands of people were out enjoying themselves - I LOVE SWANSEA!! It's just more of a raw type of fun rather than Cardiffs sophistication (strong word, but it is sophisticated compared to Swansea). We retired early to get a curry in, which was delicious.

Monday, as we had a day off, Andy and myself decided to get down to the Beach at Llangennith. It was quite warm, but a little rainy. Loads of surfers and windsurfers around - that beach is always busy with watersports folk whatever the weather! Had a nice walk, went exploring and almost got cut off by the tide but just about survived intact! After all that exercise (?) we went to the Kings head at the top of the hill and had beer and grub - lovely!!

The Kings Head, Llangennith - one of my favourite pubs in the world (that I've been to of course)

Knackered after all that though, but didn't sleep as I had got used to going to bed at 4am again. Will probably recover in time for next weekend!