Happy New Year Folks

So Christmas and the New Year have been and gone.

For the first time since my kids were little, I can truly say I was happy all over Christmas, I wasn't stress (even though I cooked the Christmas dinner) and I believe this was mostly due to my new other half, my kids and her kids making it so special.

If I put it in simple terms, my other half and her kids did more for me this Christmas than my last ex and her daughter ever did.

In fact they spoiled me rotten.

My kids went off to their mums for the New Year and as far as I can tell, they were bored stiff (I must be doing something right).

Two things I did find out though over the Christmas, the first is my last ex started seeing her current bloke within four days of us finally splitting up and I found out that things aren't as hunky dorey as she makes out it is, as her new fella is a coke head. The second thing I found out was that Miss Broken Pelvis (an ex from a good few years ago) is a complete and utter wet blanket, when she found out I was with my new woman, if I ever spoke to her, she would put on the old whiny voice like a person does when they ring in sick, also because I am with someone, she has gone back to another ex who treats her like shit because she doesn't want to be on her own at Christmas. I actually feel sorry for her.

So enough of the bit of gossip about my ex's, things for me are looking up and moving forward. I am in a very happy place right now and I hope it stays this way :D

So once again, happy new year and I hope you all have a lovely 2013 :D

Wow

Why didn't I think of this ages ago, I can now blog on the move from my iPhone, I forgot to look for an app for blogger... Doh!!!

A Week Of Nights

So my first night of the week has started off with drunken people vomiting on the platform, one individual sitting on the floor and peeing his pants, a young pissed up lady who was given a broom by a secret Santa (which I thought was a great present) and generally people stumbling around drunk and carefree.

What A Cunt And A Bit Of A Shock!!!

Please excuse the title of this entry, but at the moment it's the only way I can describe how I feel about certain things.

Before you think, ut oh more problems with a woman, in a round about way, you would be correct, however, my other half isn't to blame.

So here goes, my other half is currently separated from her ex and wants nothing to do with him, about five weeks ago, I had a hand written letter through the post addressed to me. On opening the afore mentioned letter, I read that apparently my other half was still seeing her ex and that she had been sending rude pictures and naughty videos to men (please note, I then became jealous as she hasn't sent me any) and that the letter writer had the proof. My other half believes the writing is the same as her ex's.

After I showed the letter to my other half, I promptly ripped it up and binned it (after all that's where garbage belongs).

Nothing happened again until this week.

Friday, I received another hand written letter, this time with a number and saying more or less the same thing. After speaking with the other half, I informed the police who sent out a PC to speak to me and to take the information from the letter down, the PC then went and spoke to my other half's ex, who then denied it.

Saturday, this time I received a Christmas card, with once more, the same bunkem as in it as the letter. So once more the police were informed and said someone would come and speak to me on Monday.

Sunday duly arrived and I was upset that I hadn't had another letter, I felt unloved and unwanted, but an even big shock was about to pop up and kick me in the balls.

My 17 year old daughter was staying at her mums all weekend so she knew nothing about this, all of a sudden she popped up on facebook chat and typed in the words

 "What would you say if I had the chance to move out already?"

My first thought was "holy fucking shit"!!! My reply though was where to and who with. It turns out she has been speaking to a female friend and there is a possibility of her moving out in Januar.
I tried and I think I succeeded in keeping a calm head and told her, if she does move out, I'll stilllove her and if I'm needed she will know where I am.

Obviously this was a bit of a blow on top of everything else that was happening over the weekend.

So Monday came, and I woke up to another Christmas card, and once more the mystery writer had to tell me about my other half sending pictures and videos to other men. Once again I contacted the police and this time when they came around, they took the letter and the cards as evidence and issued a Harassment order.

I now have to wait until Friday to see if any more letters or cards arrive, If I get any more then I have to inform the police, who will then arrest my other halfs ex husband

So it's been a good weekend all round!!!

Hello, Good Evening And Welcome.

Sorry for the lack of posting this year, but I decided to have a little rest from broadcasting my life to the world. But now I'm happy to say I'm back and about to continue with my non-nonsensical drivel which has kept you more or less entertained for the past few years.

Some of you love it, others hate it. So here goes again.

You may well remember my rants about my ex's and how life sometimes treats me like a bitch, but guess what. Yes after more than 15 months (that's a life time to a man like me), I'm back in the saddle again and completely by accident, I have a found a lovely little woman (and at five foot tall, I mean little) who is the complete opposite to me, and by that I mean that she's the chalk to my cheese.

Where as I am out going, abrasive, rude and sometimes a complete and utter bastard to be around, she's calm, sedate, keeps me under a tight leash when it comes to me spending money (damned woman wont let me buy a 60" TV), and for me to be dating someone who isn't as bad with money as me is unheard of.

The one thing we do have in come... We are both very blunt.

In other news, I'm back on the diet YET again, this time I only have to lose a mere five stone (to many bloody takeaways) and so far I've lost 12lbs in six weeks, I wanted to stick at 2lbs per week as I didn't want to lose to much to quickly.

My kids are still driving me mental but I wouldn't have it any other way. We had a fantastic time in September when we went to Turkey for two weeks, I even caught a bit of a tan (okay, my freckles went mental but it's a tan to me).

So that's all that's been happening to me on the main, if you want to keep up with my daily inane and sometimes rude (just rub your eyebrows) ramblings you can find me quiet easily on Twitter.

So ta ta for now, and I'll try to update at least a few more times before the end of the year.

J

:D

Strange End To A Night

I was sitting in the office enjoying a nice coffee when the phone rang:

Supervisor My Station.
Yeah it's control, PEA on westbound train *** entering your platform.

Those words had me putting down my cuppa and leaving my air conditioned office to go and investigate.

I walked out to speak to the driver and find where the alarm has be set off on the train, typically it was in the last car, right at the other end of the platform. As I made my way to the rear of the train, I can only describe it as a melee of baggage and personal belonging being hurled off the train and on to the platform, then a woman lurched off the train looking like a cross between Quasimodo and a recently abused troll, she lurch her way down the platform and pressed not the passenger help point, but the emergency alarm that if it's not answered, goes through to the police.

I made my way along and spoke to her and quickly realised that she wasn't drunk but agitated and distraught. It took me a good 10 minutes to calm her down and to figure out what was going on.

Basically, she was rushing to get to Peterborough and had become disorientated and ended up missing Kings Cross and because of that, she panicked and pressed the alarms and needed help.

I got the woman over to the other platform to put her on a train to Kings Cross and with the help of control, I arranged for the woman to be met at Kings Cross and helped upstairs to the main line station.

And the reason the woman was in such a distraught state.

Her son was in hospital in a critical condition after he had tried to hang himself...

7 Years Of Remembrance

Seven years on and our thoughts are still with the 52 victims of the 7th July 2005 bombings.

KINGS CROSS

James Adams
Samantha Badham
Philip Beer
Anna Brandt
Ciaran Cassidy
Rachelle ChungFor Yuen
Elizabeth Daplyn
Arthur Frederick
Karolina Gluck
Gamze Gunoral
Lee Harris
Ojara Ikeagwu
Emily Jenkins
Adrian Johnson

Helen Jones
Susan Levy
Shelley Mather
Michael Matsushita
James Mayes
Behnaz Mozakka
Mihaela Otto

Atique Sharifi
Ihab Slimane
Christian Small
Monika Suchocka
Mala Trivedi


TAVISTOCK SQUARE

AnthonyFatayi-Williams
Jamie Gordon
Giles Hart
Marie Hartley
Miriam Hyman
Shahara Islam
Neetu Jain

Sam Ly
Shyanuja Parathasangary
Anat Rosenberg
Philip Russell
William Wise
Gladys Wundowa

ALDGATE

Lee Baisden
Benedetta Ciaccia
Richard Ellery
Richard Gray
Anne Moffat
Fiona Stevenson
Carrie Taylor



EDGWARE ROAD

Michael Brewster
Jonathan Downey
David Foulkes
Colin Morley
Jennifer Nicholson
Laura Webb

It's Just One Of Those days

I woke up this morning in a relatively good mood, nothing much had crossed my path to set me at odds with the world, I even got to see my sexy postie, now their is a woman I would happily take to me bed (sorry I got distracted).

So my day got off to a positive start, all things looked good and I left for work in a positive mood.

I drove down to Wellingborough station, had a little chin wag about the weather with the ladies in the station shop, pottered across the bridge and waited until my train arrived. I boarded my train to London, sat in a nice peaceful carraige with just me and three other travellers and we all set off towards London.

Then it happened...

BEDFORD.

My journey went from nice and peaceful to LOUD and stressfull as a hoard of women boarded the train and the decibel level went from a soothing rumble to 1,000,000 decibles, I turned the volume on my iPhone to maximum and still the drone of voices cut through my pleasure of listening to Iron Maiden.

Then the situation got worse.

LUTON.

As the train pulled slowly into Luton station, it ground to a halt, the doors opened and another hoard of women got on and the decibel level reached 3,000,000,000,000 and my ears started to bleed, how could my poor headphones cope with this level of volume

AH HA, EUREKA, WOOHOO and all those other exclimations that make a man happy.

SLIPKNOT.

But no, even this was defeated in the decibel war and my heart began to sink and the two parties tried to out do each other with who could be the loudest.

Finally my goal was in sight


LONDON ST PANCRAS.

I alighted the train like a frollicking child, I had finally escaped the hoards of women and my ears were no longer suffering a battering of both music and womens voices... I was free.

That was until I reached the gate line at the end of the platform. For some reason, the East Midlands Train staff had swapped everything around, the exit gates were on entry and the entry gates were on exit, then the area outside the gate line was cordoned off with barriers directing customers towards the first set of escalators, considering I use this station most days, I headed towards the second set of escalators as these are usually less crowded as everyone tries to use the first set immidiately outside the gate line.
I arrived at the escalator and as I was about to board them to travel down int the depths of St Pancras, I noticed both were set for up.

BUGGER.

I finally worked out a different escape route and fled the station as quickly as possible and made my way into work where I made myself a lovely first coffee of the day and relaxed...

I Complained Once

Due to the incompetence of East Midlands train knackering my day by advertising a non exsistant train, I decided to complain...

I would like to thank East Midland trains for getting my day off to a bad start, as I arrived at Wellingborough station to find that the 05:22 advertised train was cancelled, and after speaking to a member of staff at the station, I was told it should never have been advertised as it was never going to run.




I have used the services from Wellingborough since 1999 and all I can say is, no matter what your figures say, as a daily traveller who seven days a week, since Stage Coach took over control from Midland Mainline, the service has become worse, with customer care being very low on your companies agenda.



Also why does it take only 50 minutes to run a train from St Pancras to Wellingborough, but it takes an hour to run a train from Wellingborough to St Pancras.



I know it isn't worth complaining to you as nothing different will happen to the quality of the service and unless I want to travel an additional 20 miles to Northampton, I'm stuck and stuffed by your train service.
 
That told them...

What A Weekend

Bloody hell but I'm knackered, I must be getting to old for all this malarkey as It was one of those weekends that seemed to go on and on and on,

Friday saw my out and about from the kick off getting my new glasses, sorting out stuff with my daughter and thinking I'll only be out for an hour to being out for almost five hours instead, that really through my day out of sync.
In the evening, I had a lovely young lady come visit and we spent an inordinate amount of time just drinking and being chatty.

Saturday saw me doing absolutely bugger all until the afternoon when it was a case of cook dinner, drink beer and have a good evening with my kids and and my female friend.

Now Sunday was a different ball game altogether, and by ball game, that's exactly what I mean, I was up early and off to London for midday, I decided a couple of weeks back that I was going to go down to Tottenham and have a few drinks with a bunch of new friends I'd met on Twitter, so off I trundle, met up with a lovely young lady and her friend at Euston, then headed north to White Hart Lane, as we were chatting, her friend asked me if I wanted to see the game as he had a spare ticket. So come 4pm I was sat in White Hart Lane watching Tottenham v Blackburn, what a right turn up for the books

Monday, was once more a chill out morning, but in the afternoon, it was a case of jumping in the car, driving to Kettering and going to see this



Followed by a bite to eat at Frank & Benny's

Followed by this



Now it's time to go back to work and relax...