Friday, February 25, 2005

The Wedding Present

I'm determined to limit the detrimental effect that my current job issues have on both this blog and my wider social life. In an effort to show how far this determination extents, I will attempt to complete this post with mentioning 'it' again.

As such, it is nice to report that I went to see old-skool indie stalwarts The Wedding Present last night at Concorde 2 with my old mate John. Refreshing as it was to be one of the younger audience members present at a gig, it all felt a bit weird. The band were fairly good but I found it really difficult to place them and their relevance within the contemporary music scene (oops - attempting to intellectualise indie music. I'm on dodgy ground here.) I actually rather like David Gedge and think that he is a talented writer but after the break up of Cinerama it feels as if bringing back The Wedding Present was simply his easy option.

Could he not think of anything else to do?

Anyway, it was still fairly entertaining and John was his usual gig-self, shouting out the names of his favourite tracks in the breaks between songs, none of which were ever played of course. In fact, John only recognised two songs all night but soon upped this number to six when I told him I'd recognised five tracks. When challenged about the four additional songs that he had recognised he came up with following titles:
  1. 'Blue Peter Dog'
  2. '35 Maple Drive'
  3. 'My Auntie is a Mongoose'
  4. 'Your Neighbour's Hedgehog'

I think he was lying.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Why Do I Bother?

Its a question that I've sitting here contemplating all afternoon.

As yet, I haven't been able to come up with an answer.

This Week's Wage Slip

Just opened this weeks wage slip to find that nothing has changed.

Nothing at all.

Still being paid less than everyone else.

To say that I am fucked off would be another huge understatement. But what can I do? I'm a casual worker, with no contract and no union representation. My only option would be to withdraw my labour but I'm not protected by employment law - I can be replaced without much trouble at all.

Its a flexible labour market and I'm the one currently being fucking flexed.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Still waiting...

Still have yet to hear anything more about my claim for a back-dated pay increase other than that it has yet to be discussed as yet.

It is one of our busiest periods right now so I'm willing to be patient but things should ease up enough after today for people to find time to discuss the issue.

More news as it happens.

Monday, February 21, 2005

The Tooth Is Out There (I'll Get My Coat)

The big chunk of my wisdom tooth that had broken loose has now come out completely. I had been wobbling it with my tongue almost constantly since Saturday and it eventually came away fully this morning whilst I was in the shower.

It doesn't hurt at all but I am worried about getting an infection so close to my trip to Valencia. So it looks like I'll be back to see Mr MacLeod the Dentist sooner rather than later.


My tooth didn't prevent me from enjoying a fabulous breakfast at Harry's in Hove yesterday to celebrate the birthday of Row's brother, Jeremy. The food was great as was the company too. My relationship with the fabulous Row appears to be blossoming. Long may it continue as she is totally ace!

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Pissflaps! - My Wisdom Tooth Has Just Broken

Oh my gosh.

My wisdom tooth has just broken in half and has gone all wobbly. It doesn't hurt rather it just feels all weird.

I really don't need this at the moment.

The reason that I don't need this at the moment is that I discovered yesterday that my three colleagues at work are all being paid more than me. I had naively assumed that we were all paid the same rate as we clearly all do the same job and to say I was livid to discover the truth yesterday is indeed an understatement. I don't expect much from an employer but I truly expect more than this.

My boss apologised and has promised to sort this out for me and to his credit he has already given me a raise to a level equal with that of my colleagues with immediate effect. This whole sorry affair which has upset me greatly, is hopefully just the result of a simple oversight on the part of my employers. I have no problem with the mistake being made in the first place as I know that these things happen from time to time. I prefer to judge such situations on the swiftness and efficiency with which they are resolved.

In this respect, I sincerely hope that my request for this wage increase to be backdated to April (when my colleagues received their wage increase) be dealt with with the respect it deserves. If not, then after four years I will have to consider whether I still wish to work for the organisation.

And that would be a real shame. I don''t want to leave my job as I really enjoy it but I feel so strongly about this issue that I will if need be.

Double pissflaps.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

The Cat Is Out Of The Bag - We're off to Valencia

I'm not even sure today that any fucker ever actually reads this but what the hell. I'm carrying on with this in the blind hope that somebody somewhere (not Phil) takes an interest in what I am saying and my sad little life.

Its sad in that I don't have a proper job, any money, my own house or even my own dog. I do however have a rapidly receding hairline and borderline obsessions with British Sea Power, Seinfeld and Mike Reid. But on a more positive note, I do have the most wonderful girlfriend in the world ever. EVER! Hmm. So perhaps things aren't so bad after all.

Anyway, regular readers (yeah, right) may recall that I was planning on taking my new love, R, on a romantic trip abroad. I had tried to keep the destination secret but it would appear that my dopey house-mate, Emma-Louise, let the cat out of the bag by asking R the last time she was visiting our house 'When are you off to Spain?'.

Anyway, yesterday was Valentines Day and so I was able to tell R that we were off in early March on a romantic trip to Valencia. The Valencia bit was a surprise, the Spain bit less so (thanks, Emma).

It promises to be a wonderful trip and maybe I'll post some pictures when we get back.

Not that anyone will notice of course (bar good ol' Phil).

BSP at High Rocks - No More

BSP Posted by Hello

Still more BSP at High Rocks -

Hamilton. Posted by Hello

Yet more BSP at High Rocks

Noble. Posted by Hello

Even More BSP at High Rocks

Eamon and drum during a meet & greet. Posted by Hello

Monday, February 14, 2005

More BSP at High Rocks

(L-R) Yan, Eamon and Hamilton. Posted by Hello

British Sea Power at High Rocks - Photos

(L-R) Noble, Yan and Woody. Posted by Hello

Saturday, February 12, 2005

British Sea Power - Marvelous Fayre

Last night I went with my old friend Jonathan and his girlfriend Billie to see the glorious British Sea Power at High Rocks near Tunbridge Wells.

The last time I had seen BSP at the Concorde 2 in Brighton they had been uncharacteristically shoddy, which was a surprise because they are usually an exciting proposition when playing live. Last night was a triumphant return to form in what was an unusual but effective venue.

The new material melded very well with the older stuff and the band were in fine fettle. The show ended with the delightful 'Lately' which soon turned into the brilliantly frantic 'Rock in A'. As the set closed Yan surfed the crowd, Noble scaled the roof's beams and Hamilton swang from the chandelier with his trousers halfway to his knees (giving everyone a super view of his pants as he did so).

Marvelous fayre!

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Unbelievable ...

Just discovered that Sven-Goran Eriksson is paid £4M per annum to coach England.

This time words do fail me. *shakes head*

Sven-Goran Eriksson - What the fuck is he on?

Last night, in the England vs Netherlands match, Sven-Goran Eriksson played the highest scoring English player in the Premiership and acknowledged football genius, Sir Andrew Johnson of Crystal Palace, on the right-wing?

I would say that words fail me but Sven, are you fucking insane, man?

And Stewart Downing in the centre of midfield? Christ on a fucking bike, man, what were you thinking?

At the risk of sounding like one of those sad blokes that can only talk about football, lager and socket sets, the time has surely run out for Eriksson as England's coach. Twice we've reached the quarter-final of major tournaments under his leadership and twice we've failed to progress any further. Sven blames this on the fatique of his playing squad. I blame it on his complete tactical ineptness. Last nights tactical shambles should be the final straw.

Friday, February 04, 2005

The Wisdom of Teeth

As if my Tuesday this week wasn't bad enough, I had to visit the dentist too. The news from there wasn't particularly good either.

My Dentist informed me that he wasn't skilled enough to undertake my impending wisdom tooth extraction. Rather, he is referring me to a clinic to have the operation because:

  • it will be an "awkward procedure"
  • it will require "the removal of some bone from my jaw"
  • it will be "difficult to get a grip on the tooth"
Oh fuck. That does not sound very good at all.

The worst part of this is that I have already been to the clinic in question as an escort for someone else. On that occasion, safe in the knowledge that I was one of the very few people present that wasn't in abject agony, I was able to be really funny and charming to everyone concerned. Rachel, the girl I was with, was whacked up on the drugs from her operation and was acting really weird but I made light of this and really made the receptionist and nurses laugh.

So with the pain of the extraction and the pain of another week of fucking SSP, on my next visit I will truly be laughing on the other side of my face.

Oh fuck.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

A Very Sad Day - RIP Wolfie

My dear Wolfie. Posted by Hello

Tuesday was a very sad day. My Mum and Dad's old Jack Russell, Shelley (but known as Wolfie by us all), was sadly put down after a short illness. She hadn't been herself for about ten days and was diagnosed with Leukemia on Monday night after some tests earlier that day. After much anquish and heartache and with a very negative prognosis, we took the heartbreaking decision to let her go peacefully the next day. She was 14.

A wonderful, friendly and loving character, my parent's house will never be quite the same again.

She truly was the most fantastic dog ever - a real clown, she played every minute of every day of her life and gave us all so much fun and laughter. She enjoyed playing fetch relentlessly, was very accomplished with a football and was a massive fan of old socks and those funny little plastic balls that you put washing powder in. She disliked bananas, motorbikes and fireworks.

We all loved her dearly and will miss her so.

Wolfie with one of her many toys. Posted by Hello