Another day on planet Earth

Had another alright day at work. Been quite busy on a couple of Flash projects. I think they will be signed off now - I hope! It's like a lot of things, you get 80% of the work done in 20% if the time, and finish off the 20% of the work in 80% of the time. I'm right 80% of 20% of the time.

Had Christmas lunch today at the Millstone Inn. Eeewwww, it was awful. £8 for two courses (not courses of antibiotics, well, yet). Starter was ok I guess, a few prawns with Marie Rose sauce on. Main course was pretty dire. I had Turkey, it was like the sliced cold cut turkey you get from the butchers and then warmed up in a microwave. There was 2 roast potatoes, the frozen ones you get from Iceland. And the mash was smash mash. Never mind, I had a pint of Guinness anyway.

The afternoon went over quite fast. One of the bosses came round with a bottle of Champagne for everyone as well. MINT. Quite a good brand as well.

Got home and found a brown shape on the doormat. It wasn't a poop, well, not literally. It was a letter from the Council. Poop. Turns out that they reckon I'm in rent arrears. Well I am a little bit because they put the rents up and I didn't modify my direct debit. Anyway, I don't really understand the Councils logic (logic? Council?). If you owe money over Christmas, you don't get the 2 weeks free rent. Now, is this some sort of punishment the council use to make themselves feel powerful? Probably. Oh, me and the Council go back a long time. Not only did they once tell me that someone was going to come round and fix something in the house one day, so I waited in ALL day only to find out that they had the incorrect address and the workman went to next door instead. I had to take ANOTHER days holiday the next time. Also, I put a complaint in about a Manager, and guess where the complained was sent to to get handled? Yes, you got it, the Manager I complained about! I think the council are really intelligent, well managed and with a heart of gold. Such a benevolent and humanitarian organisation as that should be a model to all.

I'm not bitter. Well, much. Well, I am. In fact I'm pretty pissed. Never mind pissed I'm well FUCKED OFF! AARRGGHH!!!. And relax. AAARRRGGHHH!!!! It does make me think that only the cunts get on in this life. I have often thought of being a cunt. Cunt stands for "Conceited Uninhibited Nasty Twat". I should write a guide to being a cunt. Robson's guide to being a CUNT. If you follow that guide you will get everything you desire. You can shag all the women you like, after they pay for the night out and your/her taxi home. You will make "friends" with high ranking workers - even though you have no work skills because you don't need them. They will get you a job that at least pays in the 30K region - at least. And you won't have to lift a finger. You will pretend to be nice to parents, grand parents, and old people in general so that they include you in their Wills. You will get lots of property this way and you can begin to be a cunt of a landlord. Hey, wouldn't it be good to be a cunt? I think I will start selling T-Shirts that say "I want to be a CUNT" or "I (then a black heart) CUNT". AARRGGHHHH.