Burn, Funky, Burn!

Just a quick note to secure my place in the fiery pits of hell:

My mate just rang me from Bridgend.  His car’s broken down and he needs a tow.  I’ll have to take my own rope though – you can’t get one for love or money down there!

Ba Dum Ching!

Getting Ones Derrier Kicked

Apologies for the problems that some may have noticed with the site last week…

Hopefully they are all now resolved – it got to the point where I couldn’t even log in myself, meaning that my magnum opus on the subject of Valentines Day will now have to wait until next year, as it probably wouldn’t make much sense now. Ho hum…

Nothing much to report really. I could wax lyrical about my recent encounter with a self described ‘International Master Spy’ cum scrap metal dealer – whom I and a couple of other members of the Sunday drinking crowd aided with his impossible pub quiz. But, well, I do believe he has ’00′ rating, and wouldn’t want to get my arse kicked.

Observing the younger bar staff members at the Kings spending their time in the online cornucopia that is World of Warcraft has inspired me to dust off ‘Malintent’, my trusty Gnome Warlock and get stuck back in – I have once again started logging on for an hour before I set off to work. Frustration set in this morning however, when I really really really had to set off, leaving poor Malintent stuck in the caverns of Ulduman, knowing full well that as soon as I log back in (tonight if Mrs Funk allows), if I don’t get stuck straight into battle he is going to get his arse kicked hard!

If I hadn’t left, I personally would have got my arsed kicked at work. As it was, I was 10 minutes late due to traffic, my phone was ringing and I already had 10 emails in place to deal with.