Stamp End

This view is taken from Arbouretum Avenue looking back across the city towards Stamp End. The tower block you see there is called Shuttleworth House and anybody who is anybody amongst the criminal fraternity have had a flat there. I personally haven't, not being a criminal BUT I did use to visit flat 97 for my medication....... years ago.

The tiny flash of white you see in the middle of the picture is the Steamhammer pub. I lived behind that with my Mum when I was 20 (ish). In the extreme background there is a long warehouse building called 'The Titanic Works, which is exactly the same length as the Titanic. It was built in the same year as well to commemorate the great ship..... however it hasn't sunk, apart from a tiny bit of subsidence on the starboard side.

To link this to my own experiences, I once laid on the grass I stood on here for about three hours not really sure what was going on. I'd been on a stag night, followed some party goers to a party and then not been let in. Contemplating my next move took a while. Eventually my friend Dad (not my Dad, but my friend Dad) came and found me.

Really rubbish day today. Theres a lot going on at work and whenever I feel that I've turned a corner something else whacks me in the face. I came in all smiley today and ended with a whisper that I use Twitter at work. That in itself isn't too bad but:

A year or so ago I was working for a Builders Merchant called Jacksons. I'd done 9 1/2 years and was very comfy. I got my work done and often updated my Facebook status at work via my personal phone. There was no ban on personal equipment. I got a bit stupid and began to slate my colleagues (all of whom were grade A idiot meat). Then I began to slate my boss (July 7th 2009: Meeting my new boss today, hope shes better than the last one / July 8th 2009: Met my new boss, looks like Kirstie Allsop with a hunchback and speaks more shit than a politician. Same old same old).

Somebody chose to print off three months starus updates and post them to my hunchback Kirstie. Wooop. They could do nothing about the insults (that was the mildest), but they reprimanded me for doing it in works time. So I have a complex about being labelled as a slacker.

I've also had a bollocking for this: went out on my lunch on Tuesday but ran an errand for work first. That errand took an hour so instead of doing anything for myself I went back to the office and ate a toastie at my desk. Result? Me verbally dressed down for taking an hours lunch and then eating at my desk. Brilliant.

To say things are faeces at the moment is an understatement. Got tomorrow off to go to a photo exhibition in Newark with my Bro and nephew Isaac.

(Newark is the only place in Britain that is an anagram of a certain word. That word describes 90% of the people I encounter at the moment).

And Finally.... I set up a radio interview for the 12th Man fans group with Siren FM. They asked me and another guy Helgy to go on. The third member Jules has now kicked off saying Im pushing him out and it's not fair etc etc etc. I volunteered for the 12th Man to help raise funds for the football club, not to get embroiled in shouting matches with a scruffy eighteen year old future welfare burden. Why do I bother?