13 November
Tuesday night I made a very big mistake by calling in
to the Anker. That alone wasn’t the mistake though, we called in there last
night as well. No, the mistake was having three pints in there and then going
round to the Chase and not only having a fourth pint but also having one there
all day breakfasts. Oh dear … I’m not used to drinking anywhere near that
amount these days and I’m certainly not to eating that much in one go either.
The result was a bad night Tuesday and feeling pretty rotten till just after
lunch time yesterday.Not only that, I had an appoiment for my Diabetic bllody test at 9.00am as well.
I think I’ve mention on here before I do like a drop
malt whisky every so often. Right now I’m part way through a bottle of Ardmore
10 year old, and it’s not a bad drink at all. Anyway, there was a guy in the
Anker last night who obviously knows us, but I’m blowed if I know who he is.
That’s OK, he he’s a nice enough as anyway. Later Keith came in with little Whisky,
the spaniel-sort-of-dog. Now she is a little cracker and is always looking for
a fuss.
All this is nice and cosy I’m sure, but then I asked
where she got her name from and it seems it from Grouse whisky. Now, blended
whisky I can’t be doing with al all. I don’t know what happens at the blending
but I just can’t abide the smell of blended whisky. So the other guy speaks up
and say, ‘Isle of Jura, that’s the one I like.’ Strange and wonderful how
tastes differ don’t you think? I had some Jura and although I finished the
bottle, I wouldn’t rush out to but another one.
Today is going to be a ‘catch up’ day. I managed to
get some NANO work done last night but today I’m hoping to fully catch up with
it, although off hand (and without reaching for my calculator I don’t how much
I need to do.) But here’s a thing though … 50,000 words in 30 days is actually
doable; I’ve done it twice before. But I wonder, just how good is the writing?
Not just mine though, how about all the others who get involved, what sort of
standard is that writing? My current project is a follow up to last years’
effort and it’s happening in three locations, Portsmouth, Blackpool and
Bristol. Again, it’s a three service story of hate, anger and cooperation from
all three to get it all sorted out. Well, I’ll soon know how good or bad it is
I suppose.
All my items on Ebay are selling; someone has bid on
them all which means the ‘but it now’ for each of them has dropped off. So far
they are running at a total price of £500. That gets me the lens I want to buy
for my new Nikon, with a fair bit to spare. I’ve got my Blackberry linked to my
email accounts and I’ve had a question come in about the A77. I’ll have a look
later today and see what it’s all about.
I have a whisky photo for today …
My collection of
empty mal bottles.
Today’s funny …
Listen a
job is a job, we all need to find away to put bread on the table don’t we? To
make a long story short I’m a telemarketer that’s my job and that’s what I do.
It’s not a job everyone appreciates, but it’s a job I enjoy and am proud of.
The other day I called a house and a real nice lady answered the phone, she was
really helpful and friendly, she was the type of lady that helps a telemarketer
get through a long day. After some pleasantries I asked if Mr. Smith was in,
“I’m sorry”, she answered “I’m afraid he doesn’t live here anymore.” Now that
was a real disappointment being that she was a nice lady and all, but I took it
all in a stride, “I’m sorry to hear that ma’am. Do you happen to have his new
number.” “Sure thing!” The woman cheerfully replied, listing off his new
number. I hung up the phone and quickly called the new number and was surprised
to hear a recording. “Thank you for calling Green Acres Cemetery…”
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