As most of the regular readers will know I am taking a week off work to celebrate my birthday in spectacular fashion, but it’s all going horribly wrong! Firstly I now have to work Saturday 29th as the supervisor thinks it will be busy and all six members of the kitchen porter team need to be in, so that limits my time off to six days, Sunday 23rd until Friday 28th. This means that my plan for a serious night out on Friday, which just happens to be pay day is now going to be a reasonably quiet night, although I am still going to JFK’s, not giving up on that idea. On my birthday itself I am now working in the Phoenix, although it doesn’t matter as I don’t have any money to go out anyway, my current wealth is £6.27, which would just about pay for entry and one drink in the Quay club. I have come to the conclusion that the world hates me, every time I try to arrange anything like this it usually goes wrong, and usually it’s something that is beyond my control! I think that I may as well give up on having a life, between work, and work, I don’t have much time or energy to go out, and the financial situation isn’t exactly rosy either; BOLLOCKS!!!
