Confessions of a Dibberous Mind

Is that a funeral dirge I hear in the distance? Depression seems to have set in with the team. Even though we still haven't heard any real news some of us are in denial, some are in shock and the rest of us (including me) just couldn't give the first flying [insert sweary] about it. In other news, Charlie has got herself a new job and it's a real step up for her. I'm really chuffed for her and secretly I'm really proud of her. I'll be letting her know that just as soon as I finish up here. It seems she will be in charge of a number of people and I think she'll be in her element. I had a root filling this morning which has got rid of any traces of pain from me gob and has left me feeling like a new man. The dentist started off without using numb-tingle-fat-lip juice and it was as painful as a journey through regret so noticing my discomfort (the biggest clue was the screaming) he numbed me up and carried on with the filling. I have to go back in abou...

Grim shiznit abounds... (possibly) This morning we were told that we need to come into work on Tuesday morning for an "important meeting". The current outlook is not good and all of us have started to fear the worst - a possible end to the night team!! There's little point carrying on with particular line because there's no forthcoming info on it. Back to the real world (or, at least, as real as it gets for me...) This morning was the first chance I actually got to splurge my new wages so I went into Swansea City with Ralph and bought stuff. My shopping list is as follows: 1 Tent - £24.99 1 Sleeping Bag - £29.99 1 Sleeping Mat - £9.99 1 My Little Eye DVD - £17.99 1 Alistair Sim Double Bill DVD - £12.99 1 DVD full of trailers and junk - Free 1 Happy Dibbie - Priceless Now I'm just short of some moshpit clothes and my Download Festival dreams are complete (apart from actually going to it obvously). I'm still excited which RAWKS. Once I g...

Whaaaa... I phoned about that house mentioned below but instead of getting through to the vendor i got throught to some stranger (and when I say stranger do I mean STRANGER). They obviously didn't speak much English and, as I'm not too hot on whatever the hell they were speaking, the conversation was a little strange to say the least... I'm calling about the house - Yes You know, the one on (location secret) - Yes Can you give me the details - Yes ... (silence) ... the details for the house - Ahhh, (string of random numbers) ... Erm, ok... Bye It turns out that I had the wrong number but the person claimed to be the one I wanted to talk to. Anyhoo, it's been a remarkably dull day today - not that I'm bored, just nothing happened. Today's Word: EXASPERATION Today's Mood: Lacklustre

Is it that I am completely insensitive or are horror films just not scary at all ever? Thinking back through my life I have watched my fair share of horror. Admittedly the majority was just because my Dad hates horror movies and I watched them to piss him off. The first horror movie I ever remember seeing was " The Brood " starring Oliver Reed and that gave me a particularly bad nightmare but I was six at the time and that can be excused. Since then I haven't ever seen a film that made me have nightmares. I was "troubled" by " The Amityville Horror " but only because it was supposedly true. I revelled in films like " The Exorcist " and " The Omen " stopping only to be slightly perturbed by the man-cut-in-half scene from " Damien: Omen 2 " but I was never genuinely frightened. Of all the films I have seen in the horror genre it actually took " The Others ", a gentle spook movie rated 12, for me to have the urge...

Crickey, it seem I have a couple of fans - If you are still reading, thanks for the support. Thanks to the fact that I have a couple of days off work I have taken great pains in doing nothing at all. It isn't easy to do because, due to the human condition, there is always something on my mind. The most forceful of my recurrent thoughts is how I am dealing badly with my 1/3-life crisis. It's not that I am reacting badly to it, it's more that I don't seem to be having one after all. I'm going to have to put some effort into it... I have already started plotting and the only thing I have really come up with is trying to pull at the festival but with my luck it might just be more worthwhile if I took driving lessons and bought a stupid car. The chest hair thing isn't going to work - I don't have very much but I am proud of the fact I'm not excessively hairy (Reynold's style). I'm going to have to get active in a mo because I have run out of ...

It has been said that only boring people get bored - this does not bode well... Last night a friend of mine decided to leave the forums and has asked me to step in and carry on from where he left off - no problem apart from the fact that I feel like I'm getting close to the end of my time there too. I think I'll just settle down and just dip in from time to time. Anyway on to today and man I must be boring because I haven't been this bored in a long time. I am sitting watching Boston v Anaheim (yes, us lowly Brits get the occasional Baseball game too), it's a killer game and I'm just bored - strange. The White Sox will be shown next Sunday so I've set a reminder for that and even if nothing happens I'll be a happy fella. I think I need coffee - that usually picks me up a bit. Coffee and peanut butter on toast - that sounds fantastic. I just wrote something I found amusing on the forums so I'll reproduce it here just in case anyone is interes...

It seems a little strange to do an entry on the same day as the one below but I have been to sleep since then so this is like another day to me. When I got home from work I was meant to do some important things. I was supposed to resume my search for the new "Chateau Dibbie" and get together a few of my DVDs for Cadpig. What I actually did was turn on the telly, start watching some cookery program and then fell asleep - Ooops. Anyway, on the bus into work I had a pretty strange experience. Usually the seat at the front is empty and that is where I sit oblivious to the rest of the bus but today I was forced to sit closer to the back. One helpful girl had decided that her bag needed a double seat all to itself so I just sat down next to it and it was quickly removed. Having sat down it took me about 20 seconds before I started feeling horribly uncomfortable. To my left was a guy scratching his army fatigues with a rusty old pen knife which was later used to remove some ha...