Andy's Blog

Some blog posts just seem to write themselves, and for me this seems to happen right after conversations in a dark car park after Senior Karate has finished.

One of the usual suspects was present, although nobody offered me their nuts this time.

It all kicks off with Sarah A offering to give me her home address, for entirely innocent reasons, but did set me up to embarrass her just a little; cue the smoothing back of eyebrows and the “I say, let me get my little black book out” in my best Leslie Phillips voice.

However the comment about getting my ‘impressive equipment’ out, and the offer of 5EX on her handwritten note (or was that part of her postcode?) was just too much – and cue the double-entendre giggles.

..and yep, you were right Sarah C, the desire to blog this was too much for me to resist!

Ah well, off on hols for two weeks now – hopefully come back sunburnt, none the wiser but well rested.  Have fun y’awl and see ya in August!

Well, I have hit that big milestone in my life which, depending on who you talk to, is either all down-hill from here-on-in or where my life begins.  I am of course talking about reaching my 40th year of life.

To be honest, and to great disappointment in some and relief to others, I haven’t had any major wobbles or mid-life-crisery with this particular milestone.. or in fact am particularly bothered by it.  For some reason I had a major wobble at 25, as my erstwhile friend in Scotland will avidly remember, and that’s it.

Apart from giving me an excuse to eat copious amounts of cream cakes and doughnuts, plus a damned good reason to demand gifts with menaces, I have entered my 40th year of life with a non-committal shrug of the shoulders and a “meh”.

That said, and despite all the gifts I received and which were gratefully received, I think the best presents I received were from my sprogs.. although I don’t think they intentionally went out and got these for my birthday.

My youngest managed to get a handful of 3A’s *and* a 4 in his SAT’s (which is in the ‘beyond expectation/exceptional’  range for his age) and my eldest got straight-5′s in his SAT’s (which again is in the ‘beyond expectations’ range).

A bit of a last huzzah from #1 son in his last year of Primary School, as he also received the School Governor’s award for excellence!

There’s nothing quite so soppy as a proud parent …apart from, possibly, an old soppy parent!

*Sigh*

Why is it that an exceptionally good weekend can be so easily spoilt by one person’s stream of abuse over MSN?  I am still unclear as to what started this off originally, I am even more unclear as to why it’s continuing…

…and I am totally unsure as to how I should deal with this in the future!