This is my…Lack of Bump Space

Inside and out.

So, still with no particular amounts of sleep happening, I dragged myself out of bed for the lastest ever car boot. Well, for the time being.

So, hatfull of new DVD’s that we won’t get a chance to watch:

• Jackass 3
• Manhunter
• Death Race 2
• Cujo
• Mama
• The Graduate
• Limitless (So Chris can stop bitching!)
• Thank You For Smoking

And some MORE stuff for this expensive bump, but again, more stuff I think he needs. Basically a couple of snow suits as he has lots of vests and a few sets of trousers/T-Shirt combos, but nothing if the bleak British winter does actually kick in this year. Besides, they were just too cute and fluffy to pass up. As were the cuddly toys I bought for him. Still don’t think he’s got anywhere near enough. But then I think it’s grandparents jobs to spoil him *hinthint*Iknowyoubothreadthis*hinthint*

Anyhoo, some classic films, and another managed roast later and I practically had to knock myself out for sleep again.
Karen reckons it’s just my body’s way of preparing me for the lack of sleep I’ll be getting when bump is actually here. But at least then he can be a daddy’s boy for 5 seconds and my ribs might actually get to stay in place too!

Oh and two people independently of each other today said that it looked like bump had dropped. So, guessing he’s either headed south for the winter or he may be making a move.
Who knows.

A Peaceful Day

Other than the fact I had very little sleep last night, due to my mind deciding to drag things up from my past at 4 in the morning, today has been rather a good day.
I received a phone call from Jason at 10 asking if I'd like to go out for lunch with himself Mark and Hayley at the commodore pub in Oulton Broad (and when I say "in" I mean overlooking the broads, such a lovely place) and other than having to loan Jason some money because his back told him where he could stick his request for cash, we had a lovely catch up and chat about the world. And the food was brilliant.
We then drove back to Marks (with poor 6 foot Mark in a 4 foot space, if Jason had braked too soon, I'd have been wearing him, the back seats of the car were never meant for fully grown humans) and after surfing the wonders of Sky TV, we settled on watching Road Trip (which I'm sure I watched last week) until the DVD self-destructed, at which point we found more room for food, and the movement for the journey home.
Managed to feel slightly brainy getting questions right in Weakest Link, Battle Of The Brains, Eggheads (which was a repeat) and even the final of University Challenge. Go me.
After dinner (yes I am still on a diet, I know you can't tell with all crap I've eaten today) I decided to watch some of the films in my "to watch pile" (Clever title, huh?) Which meant Kung-fu Panda, Bedtime Stories and Penn And Teller Get Killed were all watched, and safely put on a shelf never to be seen again. Not that they were bad films, far from it, but that really is my film quota used up for the rest of the year.
This blog really is being written to kill time whilst waiting for the Chortle Awards to be posted on the site. And beacuse Linzy wont let me sleep.
Oh and I've got rid of Hotmail. Woohoo! 
And I've managed to post all my blogs from Worpress, Myspace, Microsoft Live and my old website onto here, and all my albums onto the music section (I'm sure I almost broke it) so now all I have left is Videos (Shouldn't take too long) And photos (We could be here a while)

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HOW thick?

So after only having 5 hours sleep (thank you very much Aussie friends, and stupid body clock) I trundled into church today rather happy with my little self for actually being awake/alive at 8 this morning.
I also got a groveling apology from one of my friends, so I hope we can keep talking for at least a week so we can go see Sweeney Todd on Friday. Oh and whilst I think of it, the adverts are a bit misleading, because Sweeney Todd, is in fact, A MUSICAL!
So many people I've spoken to over the last week refuse to believe me when I say it really is a musical, I assure you Johnny Depp will be singing. "Oh no but he's an actor."
Yeah, and he used to be in a band…dumb arses.
So yes, after le Churchly (Which was scary, as Mrs Zipfel has come back to haunt me, as Mr Bob was taking a service somewhere else, and upon entering the church today, she made a beeline in my direction, and started talking at me, not with..AT) I decided to have a lazy day and I've spent the day watching Challenge, and shouting the answers to ALL of them. The more I watch Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, the more I think I should apply to go on it. All I lack is nerve, apart from that, I'm sure I could get to at least 32k.
If I did, I'd totally by a shiny car…How much do Aston Martins go for these days?

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Not Used To Being Out Of The House Are We?

I really hate people who post blogs when they realy have nothing to say, it’s seems like they have too much time on their hands.
But here we go anyway, another random ramble.

Anyhoo, last night went to see a film that I have been hyping up in my mind for quite a while, called Run Fatboy Run with the wonderful Simon Pegg and the amazingly lovely Dylan Moran.

For those of you haven’t seen this film (Which is probably most) it’s about a guy who gets terrible cold feet and leaves his pregnant wife at the girlfriend. 5 years later the girl has met Mr Perfect, an American business man named Whit, who runs marathons and also gets on great with the kid, so Dennis decides to run the London marathon with Whit, despite being overweight (hence the wonderfully inspired title) so his mate Gordon, and his landlord Mr Ghoshdashtidar help him get in shape, and he ends up running only to be tripped over by Whit, so Dennis does 25 miles of the marathon on a broken ankle and gets the girl. Hurrah. Some brilliant moments (mainly Dylan’s arse, not once but twice!) and very funny.

The best part of the night (Other than avoiding my father who was on the piss up in the same area) has to be Jason trying to push me into oncoming traffic, and me grabbing onto his arm so not to fall, and gouging a chunk outta his arm. Bless.

So I appear to be going on le family outing tomorrow to see real Daleks and spend someone else’s real money.

Oh, and I’ve been listening to Russell Howard’s show with Jon Richardson, and I seem to have a Lancaster accent…

Cinema, what a great Source Of Entertainment

So for once I decided to creep out of my hobbit hole for a while to see what was happening in the outside world, and I found out, it’s bloody hilarious. Let me put this in a way even the chavs can understand:

So me nd me m8s lik wnt out to the cinema lik nd we wnt to c that pirte movie with Jonny Dep nd he was so fit lik i thougt i wud die ny way we wr watcin it like nd summat hapnd nd the scren wnt black lik so we wnt to the man who give us our tikets like nd told im we want our mony bk and he like give us sum free tikets its blingin man

(For a translation see Lou’s page, she was there too I think)

So basicaly, just because some dude went for a piss, and the projector slipped down for the whole of about 2 seconds, and we get free tickets to the movie of our choice!

And the second trip outta my house this year, ended up with me and Louise playing a game of dare with the fountains, and I think they won, as I came out looking like I’d been out in monsoon season.

Some point soon I better go out with ye ol’ mates to use this free ticket I have.