And the weekend arrives.

Yay!

And so I was told to go home just after three this afternoon, which meant that as I drove back home I got to listen to the film reviews on the Simon Mayo show on Radio 5.

Double Yay!

And then head out to the chaos that is Tesco at this time of year. It is true, there are other supermarkets, other shops even, but this the nearest one to home and has everything we want, and much more that we don't.

Of course at four on a Friday afternoon most of Dover had the same idea and i had trouble finding a parking spot. I got one so far from the store it was just visible on the horizon, or so it seemed.

With list in hand I whisked round grabbing stuff we needed, and was out in about 20 minutes as every till was open. This saves the trouble of getting up so early in the morning and so lay in with the cats and the radio playing quietly in the background.

I also got the two calenders I had ordered last week, and very good for £9.97 they both were. One was for Nan with views of Dover I have taken in the past couple of years, and the other a secret Santa for Jools' office, with pictures of various boxes for whisky we have made. Oh how he will laugh on Christmas morning when he opens it.

As far as the box factor is going; no training for me this week, but I asked and the trial is going over to a third week and I will be learning the art of maintaining quads and the tricks of the trade from Freddi, from what I see is chatting up all the pretty blondes in the factory. Something to look forward to for Monday, then.


Today, I was working with a guy, I won't mention Wayne's name, darn! But this is a guy not dealing from a full deck; random sentences spewing forth all day on subjects varying between death, sex, porn, football; none of which he really knows that much about. At first it was funny, humouring him, laughing at his 'jokes' and the such; but after a couple of hours as he cracked a really unfunny racist joke and moved onto bestiality, we asked if we could remove his battery or switch him off.

This guy is harmless, mostly, but at 20 is already a father, but is spending his money on getting himself tattooed, and spoke in pride at having 25% of his body covered already. Sadly I pointed out his trouble in the future getting employment with such visible body art.

Last night I went back to the camera club; it was the last meet of the year, and it was picture of the year. I had only entered two pictures all year, and so I put those up, one of which came a close third. What was depressing was that it was as cliquey as I remember, and snobbery was abroad from Nikon and Canon owners. I did meet some old friends, but my hastily made resolution to attend more frequently will be sorely tested by the second meet at the end of January I fear.

And so, the weekend awaits; go out and enjoy yourself!

Yay!