Grumpy Old Men
General By Al - September 8th, 2005Men. That’s right. Men. 2 of them to be exact. Plus 1 father. That’s 2+1 = 3. 3 Men. In my house.
That’s (1+1+1)-x=total number of additional men that I want in my house, where x=3. Now for those having trouble following, that’s 3-3=0. 0 additional men that I actually want in my house. Zero. None. Zilch. And how many are there? 3. Count em; 1, 2, 3 of them – 3 That’s 3 more than I would like.
The 2 men staying over last night were on a sponsored walk from their point of origin to their destination. I was never sure from where to where. The point is that my dad said it wouldn’t impact on me one bit.
That however, is completely and utterly and totally so very very wrong. Firstly, when I got back from my rehearsal they were already in bed. You have to go through my dad’s room to get to the shower – and one of them was in his room (my dad was sleeping downstairs on the couch). So firstly, no shower at night.
Secondly – I wasn’t allowed to have the TV on at my normal volume or music because it was noisy and they were all in bed at the stupidly early time of 10pm.
And thirdly – I wasn’t allowed to use the washing machine to wash my clothes so that I actually had some clean ones for my first day back at work. And no shower in the morning – would have left me dressed like a 6th former with the smell of an abandoned dog covered in old socks. Fortunately, after a lot of arguing I actually won. Got my clean clothes, got my shower in the morning. All was groovy.
So I had my first day at work after a 6 week holiday. I’ve got an office now. We’ve got two technicians. They seem good, though one confused the hell outta me. Why someone would need a spanner instead of a screwdriver when removing a CD-ROM drive from a computer is beyond me. He even insisted on the spanner. We don’t carry spanners.
It was a pretty eventful day but I’m shattered right now but it’s gone well. I’ve not gotten fired yet. That’s always a bonus. Walked into 2 doors. Not such a bonus. One of the technicians said that I’d pulled when a year 8 girl turned around and said “oh hello” at me. Possibly a bonus under the right circumstances. I prefer not to think about it. Yeesh.
In other news; Steve Ballmer, CEO of Microsoft, Throws A Chair At “F*ing Google”. It’s F*ing fantastic. Like shoes with velcro. I miss my pair of velcro shoes.


Slipped in snow. Hurt my leg. Hobbled to the tube station. Missed my train. Damn you snow!
Guus Hiddink for England manager....
This is awesome:
Wow, @zavvi is pretty useless, they sent a £70 item wrapped in a thin bag! Let's see if their customer service is any good.
@ | September 8th, 2005 at 10:47 am
I’m getting told off AHHHH BRB READ IT AT HOME
@ | September 8th, 2005 at 6:46 pm
So anyway, back home now… DUDE GRUMPY OLD MEN?!?!?!? HAVE YOU EVER SEEN GRUMPY OLD WOMEN?!? They are hilarious. Where would the world be without them?
If i had my way you would not have won, and would of stunk and i’d be like… “Eww, wow that wasnt the slappy joes at the cafeteria it was Al!!!”
But no, grumpy old men obviously aren’t a match for AL! *Dun dun duuunnn*. Hey al, tell me. Did any of them have a (parden spelling, well that goes for every comment actually) zimmer frame, haha! Those things are sweet! And what about those motorised civillion killing machines, the ones you always laugh at, yet in the back of your mind, you just know your’e gonna end up in hospital someday with them. And the walking sticks!! Oh you dont know how much they hurt! Colonic irrigation isnt good for a 15 year old!!
-duuude-
So i guess i should stop typing now i mean like i…
@ | September 8th, 2005 at 6:46 pm
…GO ON FOREVER?!?!
@iMcFly | September 8th, 2005 at 6:49 pm
They weren’t that old. About late 40s early 50s I’d guess? Plus it was my dad who ended up being grumpy. The title of this post is an ode to the funny movie of the same name.