Wednesday, Oct. 21, 2009 - 21:48

Glurk. Sniffle. Drip. Cough, splutter. Then back to the start for 'glurk' again, and so on.

1. The cold and cough doesn't appear to be progressing quickly through the stages in a three day period as I hoped it would. I'm somewhat pissed off about that, 'cause it might very possibly completely fuck up my weekend when I'm due to go see my best mate, his dear lady wife and their daughter (my God-daughter) for the first time in six months due to mutually busy schedules and fuckwitted disorganisation meaning it's took this long. So fingers crossed about that - I'm taking some remedies, despite the fact I'm usually a miserable Northern cunt who doesn't believe in them :-)

2. Anywhore, today I took a trip out to househunt closer to work. On any other day it might've been a much more pleasant experience because the weather was unseasonably sunny and mild, the town is a nice one to visit, and.. well alas it was a bit of a pisser in the end, partly 'cause of the aforementioned rhinovirus infection, but also due to other things.

3. The first property was OK. It was a little small and part of me wonders how I'll cope with dragging umpteen bits and pieces up several flights of stairs, but.. I suppose that's partly just the way things are. One of the lads from work used to live in a similar flat in an adjacent block and when I called him he said it was OK round there.

4. I had to get a pissing taxi from the first place to the second because the woman estate agent said she wasn't allowed to take me from place to place because of insurance. Bit of a pisser, but in truth she was in her 50s and grey-haired and I didn't want to abduct, rape and kill her anyhow.

5. Second property was a fucking waste of time - it turned out that they only had a one bedroom place, despite the advert saying there was a two-bed in the same block. Plus it was a pretty dingy place with 70s carpets and frosted glass partitions between the hall and lounge. No thank YOU!

6. Despite the estate agent lady apologising, she was a bit of a useless twunt if only by association. Actually scratch that, she was a complete wanksack 'cause she didn't seem to know what she was doing, and barely made any effort to 'show round' the flats.. they get paid for knowing how to unlock a door and say "this is the lounge.. this is the bathroom.. this is the kitchen.." do they? I'd have preferred a slimy wide-boy cunt who actually made some attempts to sell, compared to her poultry (sic) efforts.

7. Almost died on the way home - long stuffy train journey, sinuses so tight I started having to open my eyes exagguratedly (making me look a bit like a crack addict) to try and relieve the feeling that I was going to pass out.

8. I did pop into the supermarket to get some fruit juice. I also picked up three boxes of tissues and four individual trifle pots. I wonder if the checkout girl thought I was preparing for some kind of kinky wankathon?

9. Evening's football held Man United getting a late goal in Moscow to win 1-0. The televised game saw Athletico Madrid match Chelsea throughout the first half, but in the second period the Londoners took control and won 4-0. Boro have sacked Southgate and Real madrid lost at home to Milan.

10. Blah. Let's hope I feel a lot better tomorrow. OK, I'd settle for 'a little better' if I meant I was back to normal by Friday. The way it feels though, who knows? :-(