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I didn't manage to post my email to Bex from lastMinute.com in time, and it seems she's managed to narrow it down to 3 people already. I suppose I should drag it out of the Drafts folder and send it today anyway. I had a busy day yesterday (hence no posts), but I'm hoping that today will allow much emailing, and possibly a sneaky look round eBay, Google, milfhunter, bbc.co.uk/football etc.
Oh, i might also swing by Princess Bex's blog here >>>
I love the excitement of the last day of the european football Transfer Window.
Not much to add to that, though I may be editing the post or adding comments about moves that shock me during the day. If there's none, then I may just delete the post.
Oh, and Kev is still fuming about the Dion Dublin signing.
Hoxton Whores Vs. Cream "Sunshine of your Love".
Genius.
I heard it about 8-9 times over the weekend, and I danced my ass off each time. I may also have pole danced for a free bottle of champagne. That is I don't remember it, but I have a few texts that hint that it may be more than a possibility. Either that or they are all messing with with.
Doesn't matter, because Hoxton Whores have remixed an excellent excellent tune.
There's been a odd trend since Christmas, that has seen people emailling me rather than posting on the website. Folks, post as well as email, otherwise I'll look like someone talking to themselves - online.
The point though was that most people thought that going with kev's text was not the way to go, and that I should be honest (and if at all possible funny) if I decided to send a Salvage Text. A few of you had warned me against texting at all.
On Friday night, sent a text that said "Hi, not heard from you in a few days, just thought I'd say Hello and see if you're still working those long hours. Steve". I figured, if it worked then great, if it didn't then thats also cool. I'd rather try, than not try incase of how i might look.
Low and behold, 4 texts have been exchanged since Friday night. Though I'm just not feeling any connection. Maybe this one wil go to Friendsville, maybe it'll go south. I'll keep you all informed (it's either that or do my day job).
So, I thought this was almost amusing. Any guys care to comment? Or women even...
Ah the salvage text, the last best hope for peace. Or maybe not, but I couldn't remember what it was Obi-wan and Yoda said. Kev would know. Damn him for sleeping in.
I've though about it alot this morning and I think there are only 3 ways to go with a Salvage Text:
I keep hoping that there is a 4th option I've just not considered, so I doubt I'll send anything until I've heard from you lot. Personally, i'm leaning towards Number 3. I don't think i really want to apologise just for reading the whole signals thing wrong (Number 1), and I also don't think that women appreciate Number 2 unless you happen to be really good at writing Salvage Texts (it's an art apparently - if you believe some of the emails I've been recieving).
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to help me answer the following questions:
I figure I should give this a go this evening. If nothing comes of it, then at least I have given it a shot. Yesterday has put me in such a good mood, and in a way I'm glad to be getting the site back to discussions on important real world issues (like how to salvage a text relationship you ruined because you brought up getting sex far far to quickly); rather than just "Steve did this last night".
I'll be back on this afternoon to read and reply.
I had a really great day yesterday. The day itself wasn't anything overly special, but it was the kind of day that I've only ever managed to have in London.
I left work early, I met a friend at Kings Cross to help them move back down to London. We grabbed a really nice dinner, and ended up in a bar before 7pm. Neither of us was drinking (I had to pace myself for Australia Day) and the conversation flowed nicely. One of Anthony's friend turned up, and the conversation changed very quickly into more relavent topics; yet was still great craic. The bar we were in dimmed the lights, music came on, and we got chatting to the 2 Masseurs doing the rounds in the bar. 9pm, we went back to Anthony's in Clapham, spent 30 minutes setting up all his technical stuff (3 grown men fighting over which scart lead goes where - and there were only 2 options), and then headed home for Oz Day.
Unsurprisingly I stayed in Angel, but rather shockingly I decided to stay away from the whole Aussie thing. I don't know if it was my energy levels or laziness, but I didn't want to end a day of good conversation by getting plastered and getting a lift home with the Police (like last year). So, I headed to the Keston Lodge on Upper Street and had a really good fun chilled evening. I danced to Shakin' Stevens and Kim Wilde as well as the usual nonsense; i chatted to new people, i offended one girl (yep only one), i stayed relatively sober, and wandered home really happy.
I know the night sounds very basic on refelction, and there was no crazy stories that you all have come to expect, just a night of good conversation and meeting new people. But thats the thing I enjoy about London more than anything, it's a place of possibilities.
Y'know I might even give that Salvage Text thing a go...
The good thing about the concussion saga is that no-one is expecting work from me today. My team are actually doing things without the constant threat of an elastic band gunning, which is actually about the best management technique i have. This has given me some time to check my Junk-email folder before some good emails randomly gets deleted along with all that Penis Enlargement crap.
Anyway, there is an email from LastMinute.com (you know, those fuckers that couldn't be more last minute if they tried - you can buy a holiday 6 months away - lying bastards). It's subject is Let Us Be Your Valentine. Do they know I'm single? is LastMinute.com really that clever? I mean it did manage to convince lots of people that it did ever so well making Martha Lane Fox rich - when really she was bloody rich to start with!!!
I open it to see a picture of a 2 people (guy and girl) who are giving away a holiday date for Valentine's day. The guy's picture is really bad (i've now been to his blog and he's an attractive guy, so he should sue LastMinute.com cos his nose looks HUGE in the email - though he may lose his job); but the girls pic is quite striking and sultry. Yes, Sultry, it's not a typo!!
So, i follow the link. More pics of her, and she looks damn good. It transpires that she writes a blog on the same service I do; and as if I wasn't arroused enough - damn her she's funny. Maybe tonight I'll fire off a quick email to her. Valentines Day is something I'm not that fond off, and this whole competition thing seems a bit, well, LastMinute.com like (it's not last minute you wankers you're giving us 3 weeks notice!!!!).
But, Bex seems really cool, so I'll keep you updated. Hopefully, she might even send in a comment or two here.
I've been back at work for 10 minutes, and the emails have been flooding in.
Apparently some of the gits I work with knew all about the blog, and just didn't mention it. Something about knowing whether I was pulling a sickie or actually ill. Damn them. So, they didn't believe that I had got a concussion while fighitng off 3 muggers that were beating up a helpless olf lady. Instead, there are pictures of busses all over my desk and my screensaver says "Did anyone get the number of that bus?".
It was a number 73 Anton, and you're not funny!!!
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