Author: Olly

Oh, i never realised how much fun sorting bills and shit out for a house would be! Not! Its such a pain in the arse, filling in forms, ringing stupid call centers up and either speaking to a non-english speaking punkass, or a really helpful english/scottish person.. And guess which one ye old olstizzle gets? yes, the non-english speaking person.

I was on the phone to Lloydstsb, and i wanted to change my address on my account. Apparently i had been sent a secret number, that i was supposed to rind up and give to them, but had i fuck received it. So i had to go thru this automated process of making a new one, then i was to be transferred back to this non english dude, and have to go thru more crap. So after 10 minutes of him reading some complete bollocks about why hes doing what, and the fact they are regulated bla bla bla, i got transferred to some robot, who asked me to “say an 8 digit number”. So i said an 8 digit number (i didnt say “An eight digit number” – i read out 8 numbers, one after the other, ahh you get the idea) and then waited, she read back to me the numbers i had apparently said, and they were wrong, so when prompted i said “No”, and had to do it again. About 5 attempts later, the stupid robot finally picked up that it wasnt gonna work, and transferred me back to the call center la non-english.

So, im back speaking to someone who is blatently reading from a bit of paper, and she starts doing EXACTLY the same shit as the last dude. I interrupted “hang on luv, ive been thru all this shit and i just couldnt get the stupid * machine to understand the 8 numbers i read out”

Ive put a * in that bit, and that was where she stopped talking herself, she was like totally ignoring the fact i was speaking! She then rustled some papers about, and said “do you have touch pad on phone” or some bollocks, and was trying to explain to me (very poorly) that i could key the number in on my keypad instead, so again i was put thru to the robot woman, and i typed my 8 numbers in. Success!

Now why the fuck, couldnt it of said “either type in or read out your 8 numbers now, beep” that would of saved me about 10 minutes of my time, and money. You fucking idiots! Anyway, i finally got thru to the woman i was on the phone to before, and she started explaining to me that i was being transferred to the “change of address department” haha.. and a scottish woman answered, and to be honest the rest of the phone call was absolutley fine. Now im probably the least racist person, ever. I dont dislike any race, colour.. a human is a human in my opinion. But for fucks sake, sort it out lloyds tsb. if i had to ring them up often, id fuck them off! Bigtime!

Ive transferred all my addresses over, and sorted contents insurance and all that other nasty shit that does nothing but consume my money. So now its a matter of hit the bills as they come in. Arrghh god this is the worse part.

And that last post has to of been a record number of comments. Hot dang! haha

I have been sat thinking a lot of the day. Contemplating the next month or so, and what is gonna happen. And also thinking back over the past month, and trying to get my head round how fast things have changed.

So far, my life has almost been in chapters. I go through one chapter, then it finishes and i start the next. The very long chapter of me living at daz’s finished last week, i seemed to be stuck in a rut whereby all my money was consumed in weed, and basically wasted. But slowely, during the last few months at daz’s i started to break that mould, and become a new person. Now ive left, and with it i left the money blazing stoner bum that i had been me for the last 4/5 years.

Im not gonna lie, and say ive totally stopped smoking weed, because i havent. But i have cut down a LOT, in fact ive only spent £20 on it, in two weeks. Ive spent more on beer! And i do feel better for it. The day after ive had a lot to smoke, i feel very stressed, and i lose my rag quickly. If i dont smoke anything i just dont get wound up easily at all. I have a little bit left at home, and once thats gone im gonna wait till next payday at least before spending any more money on it.

We have all our bills that are slowly coming through, so i need to save as much cash as possible to cover them when they do arrive. I also need to open an account for me and wardo, so that all the bills can come from one place and its easy to monitor.

As well as thinking of these things, ive been thinking a lot about a partner, someone to chill with, someone to wake up next to etc, and the more i think about it, the more i want someone that i cant really have. A girl who im not allowed to speak about on here, or anywhere really. But i cant help it. I have been and had some of the crazyest and wildest sex with a very attractive female 2 nights ago, and all i can think about is this other girl.

Even after going out at the weekend, and feeling totally indestructable – all i can think about is her.

Ive said i wont be bothered if nothing happens between us, but if im being totally honest, thats a lie. Ive not been affected this bad by someone for, well, forever! Nic blew me away when i got with her, but only becasue she was very good looking, and no one that good looking had ever wanted to be with me before. I was very fat when i was younger you see. And i still think of myself as being very fat too, therefore i have little self confidence.

Anyway, i guess ill know sooner or later.

In the meantime, i have the rest of my life to plan. I think ill start with my IT Support Outsourcing idea.. Thanks ancis 😉

P.s. STU and DAVID – I want to start a small scale IT support outsourcing company.. Providing IT support solutions for companies like the one im at now. Would you both do sub-contract stylee support work for me? Its all money in the bank innit! 🙂

I have just been called a hardcore blogger. Hmm, im not sure if that title really does apply to me. I have put things on my blog, that have landed me in trouble. I have put things on my blog, that are very personal, and normally would only be talked about amongst close friends. But trust me when i say, if i REALLY wrote EVERYTHING – then the image people would have of me would be that of a drug obsessed money wasting paranoid punk ass fool, rather than.. err.. wait a minute! 😆

Blogging has become a big part of my life now, i see it as a way of getting things off my chest, and also recording what go’s off in my life. For example, i had to work out how much the security company owed me on saturday, so i had to check my blog, off my phone, and read back as i mention working in previous blog entries. It also gives people who dont see me often and insight into the goings off of my life – and its a good way of new mates getting to know me – without asking me a shit load of questions.

Anyway, i think blogging should be made compulsary. There is NO better method of self therapy that by openengin your heart up to a potential audience of millions of people. Woh, that kinda sounds a bit scary doesnt it? That these intricate little details of our lives can be read by everyone in the world. haha! madness!

I think im gonna go to bed about 19pm if not earlier tongiht, cos im absolutley shattered!

Peace out.

Saturday started off on a good note, it was a nice happy chilled out day – and we were all excited, as we were expecting the ngiht to be awesome.. Boy oh boy were we right! It was the first proper night out wardo had had in mansfield, whilst he has lived here – so we were on it from start to finish! We went to pick crazy stu up from rugby, and the antics started then!

We got back home, and started drinking and stuff, then once everyone had arrived, a bit more drinkin and stuff (stu ate a daddy long legs), and then headed off into town.

First stop was 53 degrees, it where we usually start off from, everyone arrives at different times and once everyone has arrived we move on. Whilst we were in there, dave and stu decided to have a breakdancing competition. It was so funny, cos neother of them can breakdance, but they tried anyway.. and it was rate funny! 🙂

After 53 it starts to go a bit hazey, we went to Romans, after bumping into Malone, and Team Fuckstar, we headed upstairs to romans and started drinking etc. Stu got a bit larey by this point (he’d had 7 pints at rugby earlyer in the day) and started havin a go at troy cos troy kicked off about him rubbing his face in troys birds breasticles.. haha.. you gotta love stu sometimes..

We then went on to flanigans, and this is where things started to go wild. We were stood about drinkin, talkin and dancin – stu started getting all emotional and lairy smashing glasses and gettin upset about his grandad.  I managed to get little sam to blag me and her upstairs as shes quite fit, and bouncers just dont say no to her. So we jumped in front of a 30 person stong queue, only to find the upstairs was HEAVING with people, and VERY hot.. A bit of bump and grind, then back downstiars to find the rest of them.

Then onto liquid. Now i have a policy about liquid, either i dont pay, or i dont go in. Last time i managed to walk straight past the bouncers, and ticket collector with a “Do you know who i am” kinda look and walk goin off! This time, i bottled it (wasnt as drunk as the time before) But lil sam said she would pay for me, and ended up gettin in cheap cos she knew the girl who was collecting money. In there, well.. I cant remember it all.. BUt i do remeber having an awesome time! Lots of sharking, bumpin’ and grindin’ – At one stage i was behind 3 women (all related) and they ended up all kissin me at the same time, i nearly feinted.. haha…

EVERYONE was in high spirits.. And everyone has a mint night. I appologise to anyone i was a cunt to, or who i ignored, i tend to turn into a bit of a nob when im plastered. The ngiht didnt stop there tho…

Usually half 2 comes around, and we head home to bed.. Oh no… not that night! We walked to wiggys car (he was driving, and therfore not drinking – legend! although, your out on the lash next time buddy!) and we headed home for more drinking and consumption of party products. I tried something i never had before, and it was fucking crazy!

We eventually crashed out at about 6am, and scott rang me at 9am to see if i wanted to go to skeg.. I haddnt slept, so i told him id go later with someone else. I got up about half past 11 and went ot fetch breakfast cobs for everyone who was in our house – after that it was skeg time!

Skeg was great, although i wish id of had more energy cos i was exhausted all day. The cruise at night was pretty good, but i expected it to be busyer than it actually was.

All in all, a fucking crazy weekend that ended up costing me £100. Oh fuck, ill regret that later! Nope, i regret that already! 😆

I didnt get many pictures at all, mainly becasue i was too busy having an amazing time! And ive never been so tired on a monday morning, even after nearly 9 hours sleep. This is gonna be a long day!