A Moving Tale

Well, chaps – this weekend my tenure in Penge comes to an end, and I’m moving to sunny Beckenham, a mere 10-minute drive down the road…

We’re all scattering to the four winds now: Disco Stu is moving to Walthamstow, where he’s bought a house with Mookie; Jewboy is moving to Ireland, because this country simply cannot cope with a genius of his magnitude… 🙂

Anyway, the new address:

28 Urquhart Court
109 Park Road
Beckenham
Kent
BR3 1QL

Feel free to drop by – New Beckenham station is right next door, should a sharp exit be required! Watch this space for tales of moving-related injuries and the inevitable flat-warming soirÊe (too old for kickin’ parties these days – just ask Kiz, she never let me forget it!).

Hope to see y’all there at some point! 😉

Stinky cold, head full of goo…

I’m getting over it now, but it took long enough. And this is the man of whom me pal Kiz once said “but you NEVER get colds!” – I guess I store them up and have big nasty ones to make up, then! 🙂

Anyway, snotrags and other unpleasantness aside, there ain’t really a huge amount of news. The flat is a bombsite, as we prepare to move. It’s funny how everything fits beautifully in your habitat – until you start preparing to move to a new one! Can’t move for boxes and junk in the place – argh! You’d think with all the practice I’ve had at moving that it would get easier. No – it’s worse! Ever more stuff to shift….

Went and checked out the Marquee Club‘s 70s & 80s nostalgia club night on the weekend; now that was a hoot. I would say that the only thing that lets the place down is the price of the booze – other than that, great toons and an all-round top venue. One for the ageing millionaires, I guess.

Work’s keeping me busy, which is something that I’m slowly adjusting to, workshy bugger that I am! Nice to be occupied, though – otherwise I’d just sit and mope all day, and shop for crap online. One major downside of working on the web – there’s sooooo much temptation! 🙂

Ah, to be the far side of my flat-moving ordeal now, sipping a nice Rioja and nursing my knackered old body. Then I’d just have the trip to Ireland at Easter to look forward to! Well, I’ll comfort myself with thoughts of the homeland while I’m struggling with my mountains of gear…

Take care, chaps and chapesses, and tune in a couple of months from now for the latest. That’s about my usual update frequency, isn’t it???

Not so much new and different…

…but things are going OK so far. For the weblog aficionados, you’ll notice I have a new car, and a beauty to boot. A Saab 900 SE Turbo Coupe, fully loaded and fast as ****! Unfortunately, it’s a bit dented, but nothing that a few quid won’t sort out (hopes!), and in the meantime it’s a gorgeous car…

By the way, to the owners of websites previously linked to from the menu, fear not! They’ve just been moved to the Links Page. Leaves more room for other stuff, if I ever get around to putting it there!

In business news, we’ve finally signed the deal with Hitachi, which means that we’re starting to get some money in. Which means, in turn, that we can pay ourselves a decent salary – now THAT was a long time coming, I can tell you! Worth the wait, though, or that’s what I keep telling myself!

In other news, I’ve taken the plunge and booked myself on a hypnosis course – just a weekend starter, to whet my appetite, but who knows? I may end up following in lil’ bro’s footsteps and doing it full-time. That’s a dim and distant future option, though. In the meantime, any (victims) volunteers for some ham-fisted amateurish meddling with your melon’s inner workings – come on down!!!

Oh Gawd, I’ve just realised that I’ve still not done the Australia travel diary! I’ll get onto it as soon as I can, honest – I’d better do it soon, before the memories fade… Well, I’ll just refresh my deteriorating memory with the photo gallery – that should keep me focused. (yeah, right!)

Oh, and I’ve just done a day with my mate Stu’s company, Dominion Productions, in a sample of their team development training. All I can say is that it was a bloody good laugh, and it’s definitely worth it – sales directors, take note!

Well, I’ll raise a glass to absent friends and distant family, and bid you a pleasant evening!