sOmEtHiNg dIfFeReNt

I've had a pretty lousy day of unproductiveness so I decided to try and do something creative when I arrived home. I've played with this Warhol-esque style before and saw no real reason to vary my experiment because I want to 'perfect' it and not just duplicate it. I know I'm no artist but I'm quite chuffed with this vain little effort.

In other news it occured to me that I'm not very funny these days on blip. I don't try and pretend I was Jack Dee or anything before, but I do think I managed to rattle off a few of my life experiences in a way that often became entertaining. However these days I'm as dull as ITV4.

However I make no promise to change back, sorry. I'd love to chat about some of my work colleagues, but two of them read blip (for your benefit one looks suspiciously like a sex offender and the other one doesn't know if an Emu is actually a real thing)(actually that made it sound like I only had two colleagues, they're the only two who look at blip. the others are forced to look at my pictures though as I email round a 'picture of the week' usually to satisfy my own vanity and make people believe I do more in my spare time than play Skyrim and moan about Lincoln City).

Too many brackets there, new paragraph needed. What was I going on about? Oh yeah. Being funny.

I suppose the funniest thing I said today was in response to a text from the Emu Botherer otherwise known as JC. He text me to tell me his other half had come home with a Woman and Home magazine and he suggested it was a touch middle class. I shall share my response with anyone who's loved one comes home with such a pamphlet:

You need to put a stop to that shit now mate. Next thing you'll know you'll have a load of cushions in your living room and a meditation corner full of aromatic candles and 'good vibes' - nobody needs that when they're trying to watch Emmerdale. As for the class thing: I have a jar of chilli relish in my fridge and my girlfriend is a National Trust member. All I need now a copy of the Daily Mail and a Nigella Lawson fetish and I'm there.

For the purposes of blip I did elaborate on a few bits there because it's cheaper to type it on here than on my mobile phone. Got to wtach the pennies.

Actually that makes me think of something else as well: today I opened a new bank account. Everytime I use my Debit Crad now my bank round the transaction up to the nearest poud and put the difference in a savings account for me. Exciting stuff? It is for me for one major reason: I have no real sense of money. I never handle cash really and as long as my bills get paid I don't worry much about what I have or haven't got. This way at least my slack arsed attitude will pay dividends.