The Meaning Of Life… Condensed Version

Woooo… I have a couple of days away, and the whole of cyberspace dumps it’s Spam on my doorstep, I mean, how can anything I write relate to “Pitbull Insurance”… Never had a Pitbull, they’re illegal aren’t they?! And some man has wrote an essay to me, a thesis, about Gravity knows what… Spam Spam Spam…

We have no water, the whole of England, and those other parts which don’t like us too much, are facing hose pipe bans and drought… pestilence and such like. As consumers, we waste water, we don’t look after it, we let it flow, when flow is not necessary. Our water is not being collected efficiently by those nice people at North West Water, and someone else, if you live elsewhere. Rivers are dry, reservoirs are low. We’ve had driest years since somebody began recording dry days. Actually, now I think about it, it hasn’t rained much, and when it does, it’s kind of… not much.

So the next TV based Charity Comic Relief type opus, will feature us. Forget the Africans, with their 26 children, all trudging 40 miles to the nearest pool of shit infested water… That will be us instead!

“This is Sarah, she has to walk 40 miles every day just to get fresh water, and her new, all singing, all dancing, BARGAIN washing machine stands idle… but Sarah lives on a fucking island, surrounded by water”!

I was watching Sky News on my phone yesterday, yes I know… “Poser”… but one of the news reader women, suggested “Showering together”. No… not with her, with your partner. Well, yes, that’s a good idea I guess, and we used to do that most mornings. The only problems in our case… Matty used to be late for work… and you just end up with some very clean bits, while other parts of your body don’t get a look in. It just ends up as a “You wash my bits, and I’ll wash yours” kind of thing… Then of course, you drop the Dove shower cream, and then next thing you know… you need another shower!

So, yeah, great idea… but you have to think these things through… It doesn’t work! Not for saving water anyway, and it doesn’t work for punctuality either!

I gave my Mum her £70 back, the money left over from my bargain washing machine. It wasn’t too easy, as for some reason, she wanted me to keep it… So, it went back and forth, from hand to hand, but in the end, she now has it back. But, talking of money, Matty is getting a bonus in this months pay, a grand, one thousand quid, less tax and NI of course, and then, from April, he’s got a rise. It’s something just shy of £900 a year… Now before we get hate mail, can I point out, he doesn’t work in a bank… OK!

On top of this good news, he has also been told he will be getting a £250 voucher for some sort of “Performance”… He had a choice of vouchers, but decided on one from Curry’s/PC World… the other choices were Marks and Spencer, and some other useless outlets. So, he gets that in mid March. We are going shopping!

Saturday, we booked another wedding. The little sticky dots on the wall planner are mounting up. Kelly and I spent some time in Doreen’s shop, and we ended up wrestling in the store room… “I wanna put the sticky dot on the planner”! The sticky dot packet ended up on the floor, and I had Kelly held around the waist in “Saz’s death lock of total death”, but somehow she survived that, and scrambled to the sink, she bent over to pick the packet up, so I kicked her bum. Kelly then lunged at me, head first, and grabbed me around the waist, we ended up propped up against the wall. And when the tussle ended, the damn sticky dot had been put in place by Doreen, who calmly walked in, picked the packet up… and called us “Children”!

Saturday evening, we went to see the Muppet movie… Now, if there was ever proof, that love is about give and take. Me going to the damn Muppet’s is that proof. I was sort of amazed that a grown man would want to go and see a Muppet movie, even more amazed that I actually agreed to go. Still, I guess we do lots of stuff I want to do, so fair is fair… Muppets!

Sunday, my team won a football match… 6-1. OK, most of our goals were scored by one of their players, but 6-1 is still pretty awesome! For all those moaning Reds who said… “Don’t get too excited, it was only Brighton, and we were at home”, can I just remind you, it isn’t so long ago, we were battered by Northampton at home!

Monday was a bright day, and it seemed longer with being light, however, it wasn’t what you would call a warm day. Much better than the dull cloud filled days though. I worked on Monday, hence my absence and silence, because Monday was quite manic, with a little travel thrown into the mix too. I love my job, jobs, and I can’t explain why. Partly it’s because work is diverse, and I am not always doing the same things day in, day out. Variety maybe, but I do love what I do.

I worked in a studio which was quite busy, and two other mods were there too. During lunch break, we had a chat, which was funny, but also quite interesting. I can’t remember how the subject came up, I think it was more of a wandering discussion about work in general. One girl was saying she had been asked to do an “extra” part in the upcoming film about Paul Raymond, which is starring Steve Coogan as the King of Soho. They want to film a photo shoot, and she has been asked to be the model, she was excited, because Steve Coogan will be there too.

But, we got onto the weird subject entitled… “Every model has one”. Actually, I don’t have one, not that I know of, although I have had one in the past. Having had one once, I don’t really want another… Photographers who have an unhealthy interest in what work you have done recently, and who you have worked with. They drop, “Oh… you worked with so and so last Thursday, and with whatshisname last Tuesday”! into a conversation while working. While this information isn’t difficult to find out, you wonder, why they bothered to find it out at all… there is no real reason why they should… unless?

They ask… “So, are you busy”?

“Yeah, not too bad”!

“You were busy last week, didn’t you work with…”?

It’s an infatuation type thing, which manifests because when we work, it is usually a friendly atmosphere, a laugh, a few jokes, some giggles… and of course the serious part of work. But, because it’s like that, some people begin to blur the edges. They have had a laugh, and they want to do it again, and they get jealous, when they find out you are working with someone else on a particular day. So, they drop the line into a conversation to gauge your reaction… “Was is a laugh… like the ones we have”? Like most infatuations, there is a certain amount of self destruction, because it annoys them to find out the information, it winds them up, but also they know, of course we work with other people… that’s our jobs! But they can’t balance it in their heads. What they logically know, is overrun by the annoyance of their imagination. Yet, if they didn’t look for the information, they wouldn’t know who you were with… it’s a weird thing this infatuation stuff!

I guess it is also a weird working environment, because if I am working in underwear, I don’t see the point of getting dressed to have a break, a cup of coffee in the studio kitchen, and the same goes if I am working in less than underwear, there’s no point really. What’s the point of getting dressed just for a cuppa, when in a few minutes, it’s all coming off again? And obviously, he’s seen what I’ve got anyway, so it seems a bit pointless, going all coy just for a coffee break. But these can been seen as signals, I guess, if you don’t understand the reason.

As said, I don’t have one of these types at present, but I have had one in the past, and at some point I think we all have. If you are bitchy, you don’t work much. If you are pleasant, on the other hand, like most of us are, you get hit on sometimes through mis-read signals. Life, as they say… can be tough!

It was a little late when I arrived home, and although what I do isn’t physical work, I was kind of pooped. Mentally pooped. I just wanted to flop on the sofa and watch TV, but like most nights, that didn’t quite work out… Hey Ho!