Webcam

It's back at last!

The pic on the right is a preview. Click it for the bigger picture.
Users of the eternally rubbish Internet Explorer will need to hold down CTRL, otherwise it doesn't open and you get a nice big blank screen.
I encourage all such users to download Firefox and try it for a week.
If you aren't converted away from Internet Explorer then you suck.

The cam is most likely pointing out of my window, probably at the sky.
Anyone watching it on Monday would have seen me working on my car. But that's another story.

Broken links fixed

Thanks to being crap, I didn't know most of the links on this site were broken.
Anyone clicking the links down in the Archive section would have been greated with a dead page.
Thanks to thomasiomichelangelo in the IRC channel I spend all day in, he told me of my error and I've now fixed it.

Music Policy

The management at the bar I work have imposed a music policy on me. They did it straight away from day one, and for the last 9 weeks I've stuck to it.

But music policies suck.

Before, in the good old days of two months ago, I was allowed to play what I wanted. And what I played was what kept the dancefloor busy.
Saturday was mad busy. Friday was also busy. Thursday which was a new night for me was starting to pick up.
Now that I've got to stick to a music policy of mostly cheesey crap, Friday is half as full as it used to be and Saturday is a struggle at times. And as for Thursday, I'll be lucky to have anyone come near the dancefloor all night. Sometimes we close early it's so dead while my main rival over the road is packed.
Take tonight for instance: I stuck to playing what the managers like and I had two almost empty dancefloors. The final hour where I can play what I want, both dancefloors were full.
It's because I know what I'm doing and I'm good at my job.
When I see an empty dancefloor, my instinct is to change the music. I can't do that now. Even though the music isn't working, I have to keep playing it. It does my head in.
The reason the music isn't working is because I've still got a bar full of people all under 25. They don't want to listen to any 'Wham!' or 'Barbie Girl' or "Macarena'. They want up-front music that they hear on MTV and the radio.

The reason for changing the music was because it apparently drew in the wrong crowd who got into fights.
I say bollocks to that.
If people fight then we need more doorman. Music doesn't make people want to fight. Playing cheesey party music doesn't stop people from fighting. I know that because I watched the dancefloor turn into a boxing ring of 8 guys trying to kill each other while I played 'S Club - Reach'.

The music policy has only done negative things: it's reduced numbers and reduced revenue by several thousand pounds.
More importantly it's making me look stupid and destroyed my reputation as one of the best DJ's in town who played the best music.

If I were left to do my job properly, we'd have more people spending more money, which in turn would pay for more doormen to keep out the trouble.

I'm pissed off. I'm going to have some beans on toast and watch The A-Team. That always cheers me up.

Birthday Party

I've decided that Friday 2nd September will be my birthday party.
Why I've chosen the day after my birthday is because Thursday is crap and Friday isn't.
Vast amounts of balloons have been ordered and there may even be a banner. There won't be any jelly and icecream though, sorry.
With any luck it'll make working a little bit more interesting. But having said that, the Friday just gone was the first Friday I've enjoyed in a long time. There's just something about it that makes it a bit rubbish. Also, it'll be the Friday after a bank holiday weekend so it might not be too great a night.

Of course, I'm not going to tell the whole world where I work because that would be complete madness, especially since everyone knows that the the internet is full of weirdos.

So instead I'll hope that someone I know sees this and tells their mates, who in turn tell all their mates.
If everyone bought me chocolate that would be class.
Chocolate is good.
Especially Toblerone.

My phone is killing me...

...financially.

My latest phone bill has come to a staggering £53.
The month before that it was £49.
Now my monthly contract is £25 which includes 200 minutes of anytime talk time and 50 texts per month.
But thanks to somehow sending almost 300 texts, I'm being hit hard.

So this month, if anyone who knows me who sends me texts is reading this and is wondering why I'm being an ignorant git and not replying to their texts, it's because I don't want to spend all my spare cash on my phone.

And for any guys are wanting to know how to avoid sending so many texts, I recommend not giving your phone number to every pretty girl you see on the weekend.

Boredom

The sheer amount of boredom I'm experiencing right now is staggering.
I can't think of anything I want to do, which is why I'm typing to myself in a blog that I don't even know if anyone else is going to read.
I could do housework: the bathroom isn't up to my usual high standard, the kitchen has too many pizza boxes and coke cans around, and I've got some washing to do.

But I can't be bothered.

It's like my accounts, which I still haven't completed. I'm sat here in front of my pc and I could quite easily just do them.

But I can't be bothered.

So I'm typing aimlessly to myself, firing off a few texts.
Stuff it I'm going to bed.

Scar

Thanks to a man with a sharp object, I now have a scar on my back.

On July 28th I had the stitches in. You can click the pictures for bigger ones, because I just know you're all dying to look at it:

As you can see, it's an inch long with four stitches.
The needles going in around the area to numb the skin for the stitches were the most painful. Once I was numb, the stitches went in. Althogether it took about 10 minutes.
This is how it looks today after the stitches came out:

It's pretty impressive I reckon.
I'm still not allowed to do any stretching, just in case I rip the scar open (a bad thing). But I can shower properly now; it was pretty annoying having to try and keep the area dry for so long.
I'll take another picture of it next week. Hopefully the scab will have flaked off by then and the true nature of the scar will be revealed.

Blood test

So I had a blood test this morning at stupid o'clock.
The nurse was nice enough, but my arm is still hurting. I don't know why it's hurting so much, because really it's just a tiny needle making a tiny hole.
It hurt going in, and it hurt coming out. I think it's because she did it too slowly.
I remember having my blood taken a few months ago, the nurse left my arm bruised to hell for nearly two weeks. I don't know how you can be so crap at taking blood, but I wanted to destroy her.
I'e had loads of needles the last few years, but I still hate them. In fact, this needle today was the first one I'd actually laid eyes on. I had to immediately look away, because it wasn't a nice sight.

The results of this test should be in a couple of weeks.

RIP CSG

Yes, I closed down my beloved Church Of Shiny Goodness.
The Church opened it's glorious doors September 23rd, 2001. Back then, it was black with red text. The menu buttons looked like they were dripping blood. I even made a Flash cartoon chopping off the head of someone I knew.
Those were the days.
I wish I still had it. I'd love to browse it's pages once more.

In it's time I had members joining the fold. Like minded people who thought I was great.
But then things changed, I moved on.
So now, I'm just going to blog because it's easier for me; I can just sit down and type.

So goodbye The Church Of Shiny Goodness. I will always remember you.