Friday 24th February Dave's dear sweet mother turned 25. How she was 25 with a 28 year old son was a puzzle, but if she said she was 25 who was Dave to argue?
The day began with Dave sitting around in his musty old office twiddling his thumbs, whilst working out staggering new discoveries in the frontier of statistics. Same old, same old.
Around 3pm he grew weary and decided it was time to call it a day. On his way out he checked his mailbox. There lay a single little letter. It was a very nice letter.
It was a long overdue check for 1500.
Next stop, bank.
On his way back from the bank he was rewarded with yet another great surprise. They were giving away free goody bags from 3! Hurrah! This day just got better and better and with a visit to his mum's and a night out still to come what could possibly go wrong?
He had to ask.
After the 45 min trip to his mother's home he discovered it was empty. His parents had gone to Southport and failed to mention it. Considering they had asked him to come over in the first place, Dave was not amused. With his spirits damped, he went straight onto the night out stage and met some friends for a meal.
The night out did not go to plan. Two many people apparently spoiled the broth as everyone argued amongst themselves as to where best to go. Still, Dave made the best of a bad situation and enjoyed seeing all his brothers in the same place for the first time in a long time. You win some, you lose some.
Happy Birthday Mum.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Mr Cheese's 23rd
The day after Valentines, the too Cheesy Cheescake going stale in the fridge, was Mr Cheese's birthday. Birthdays were suppose to be happy events, this one didn't quite fit the bill.
Jenny's Grandfather had passed away.
Dave found this out just after he had started to nag his brother into going out, having fun and now felt about two inches tall. Maybe next week.
He had never personally known Jenny's Grandfather but he did know Jenny and that was enough. He hoped she was ok.
Later that day, he said a fond farewell to his sweetheart, she was off to visit a friend in Manchester and wouldn't be back for three days. Minutes after he left her he was missing her already.
He didn't sleep well that night, the house was all big and empty. He didn't sleep well the next night either. Then his little brother rang and asked if he wanted to go out.
Hold the phone, Pea wanted to go out?!?!
Considering Pea was usually less social than a hermit, his timing could not have been worse. He wanted to go on the day of Jenny's Grandfather's funeral, the week of Ste's birthday, without Ste and he was asking a Dave who hadn't slept in two days.
Unfortantly the answer was no.
Maybe next week.
Jenny's Grandfather had passed away.
Dave found this out just after he had started to nag his brother into going out, having fun and now felt about two inches tall. Maybe next week.
He had never personally known Jenny's Grandfather but he did know Jenny and that was enough. He hoped she was ok.
Later that day, he said a fond farewell to his sweetheart, she was off to visit a friend in Manchester and wouldn't be back for three days. Minutes after he left her he was missing her already.
He didn't sleep well that night, the house was all big and empty. He didn't sleep well the next night either. Then his little brother rang and asked if he wanted to go out.
Hold the phone, Pea wanted to go out?!?!
Considering Pea was usually less social than a hermit, his timing could not have been worse. He wanted to go on the day of Jenny's Grandfather's funeral, the week of Ste's birthday, without Ste and he was asking a Dave who hadn't slept in two days.
Unfortantly the answer was no.
Maybe next week.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Valentine's Day 2006
Dave dived from the bed. It was still early. Very early. 10 am, Jean might not be up for hours. He had time.
It was Febuary 14th 2006, Valentines Day. Jean had assured Dave on several occasions that she REALLY didn't want anything. Valentines was a stupid idea. People who are truely in love don't need to show it with such a silly special occasion. Dave had agreed whole heartedly.
Yet, to not get anything at all just because a girl says she doesn't want anything would be a rookie mistake. Dave would not be that rookie.
And so it was, at the ridiculously early time of 10:10am Dave was out the door and on a bus to the city center. He knew exactly where to go and what to buy.
Everytime Jean entered the city center Tesco her eyes wondered to the fancy dessert section. Two cheesecakes and a pair of tartes for a little under ?10. She clearly wanted them, her mouth watering, but it would always result with, "They too expensive, it's a waste of money."
?10 may be a little steep for a snack to go with your coffee, but it was excellent value for money for a gift to make someone really happy. Price is always relative. Add some seriously pretty Poundland candles and it was the food of love.
Dave rushed in and out and was on his way home in no time.
Metres away from the frontdoor, he received a text. "Happy V Day."
Perfect!
He instantly responded, "I'm soooo sorry, I completely forgot! Happy V Day to you too."
Then in he went.
Jean was thrilled. Mission acomplised.
It was Febuary 14th 2006, Valentines Day. Jean had assured Dave on several occasions that she REALLY didn't want anything. Valentines was a stupid idea. People who are truely in love don't need to show it with such a silly special occasion. Dave had agreed whole heartedly.
Yet, to not get anything at all just because a girl says she doesn't want anything would be a rookie mistake. Dave would not be that rookie.
And so it was, at the ridiculously early time of 10:10am Dave was out the door and on a bus to the city center. He knew exactly where to go and what to buy.
Everytime Jean entered the city center Tesco her eyes wondered to the fancy dessert section. Two cheesecakes and a pair of tartes for a little under ?10. She clearly wanted them, her mouth watering, but it would always result with, "They too expensive, it's a waste of money."
?10 may be a little steep for a snack to go with your coffee, but it was excellent value for money for a gift to make someone really happy. Price is always relative. Add some seriously pretty Poundland candles and it was the food of love.
Dave rushed in and out and was on his way home in no time.
Metres away from the frontdoor, he received a text. "Happy V Day."
Perfect!
He instantly responded, "I'm soooo sorry, I completely forgot! Happy V Day to you too."
Then in he went.
Jean was thrilled. Mission acomplised.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Playing with MonkeyBalls.
Having said a fond farewell to their French Philipine housemate, it was time to celebrate!
The celebration, of cause, was not for kicking out her, but for Isadrunk's 22nd Bday. The two days being one and the same was just a happy coincidence. Dave, Jean and Midleg Tiny all arrived at Isadrunk's place together and were imediately attacked by a Shell holding a camera.
"Happy Birthday"
Not much more was mentioned about the fact of what day it was. There was an X-Box 360 in the room. Monkeys. In Balls. Beating the cr&p outa each other. Ingeniously called MonkeyBall. What more could anyone ask for?
"Your surprisingly good at beating up Monkey Balls," someone said to Jean
"I've had plenty of practice."
MonkeyBall finished, it was time for the important person to take center stage. Shell. And her holiday slides. After half an hour, Macca rather quickly seemed to decide it was time to go home.
"That's my mum outside, gotta go, byeeeeee"
3,127 slides later and it was time for another round of Monkeys in Balls. When the fun finally ended, it was time to call another taxi and say another goodbye.
"Happy Birthday."
Hope you enjoyed it.
The celebration, of cause, was not for kicking out her, but for Isadrunk's 22nd Bday. The two days being one and the same was just a happy coincidence. Dave, Jean and Midleg Tiny all arrived at Isadrunk's place together and were imediately attacked by a Shell holding a camera.
"Happy Birthday"
Not much more was mentioned about the fact of what day it was. There was an X-Box 360 in the room. Monkeys. In Balls. Beating the cr&p outa each other. Ingeniously called MonkeyBall. What more could anyone ask for?
"Your surprisingly good at beating up Monkey Balls," someone said to Jean
"I've had plenty of practice."
MonkeyBall finished, it was time for the important person to take center stage. Shell. And her holiday slides. After half an hour, Macca rather quickly seemed to decide it was time to go home.
"That's my mum outside, gotta go, byeeeeee"
3,127 slides later and it was time for another round of Monkeys in Balls. When the fun finally ended, it was time to call another taxi and say another goodbye.
"Happy Birthday."
Hope you enjoyed it.
Mireille
The months had flown by. It seemed like only yesterday Dave had agreed to let a friend of a friend of a friend come to live with them and now here he was calling for the taxi that would take her back home. Or at least to the bus which would take them to the airport, a taxi from Liverpool to Paris would not have been the best of plans.
Mirelle had been a great roomate, easily the best Dave and Jean had that year. Now she was packed and ready to go. It was a shame. Dave would really miss that money. From start to finish Mirelle had not caused the slightest of bother, always friendly and smiling. Everyone who met her agreed she was kinda like a sweet little kitten.
Of cause she had her bad points too. She hadn't bought Dave a house in Paris, no matter how many times he had hinted and she was very selfishly going back to paris for her studies, family and future instead of staying in Liverpool to keep the happy couple company. Tut tut.
'Still,' thought Dave as she pushed the last of her stuff into the taxi and gave them both a farewell hug, 'at least I had the last laugh. I stole one of her cookies.'
'Bwahaha.'
"Au revoir".
Mirelle had been a great roomate, easily the best Dave and Jean had that year. Now she was packed and ready to go. It was a shame. Dave would really miss that money. From start to finish Mirelle had not caused the slightest of bother, always friendly and smiling. Everyone who met her agreed she was kinda like a sweet little kitten.
Of cause she had her bad points too. She hadn't bought Dave a house in Paris, no matter how many times he had hinted and she was very selfishly going back to paris for her studies, family and future instead of staying in Liverpool to keep the happy couple company. Tut tut.
'Still,' thought Dave as she pushed the last of her stuff into the taxi and gave them both a farewell hug, 'at least I had the last laugh. I stole one of her cookies.'
'Bwahaha.'
"Au revoir".
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Work Hard, Play Hard.
Sleep too long, study too little, work, waste the afternoon and repeat. Just days back from China and things were already starting to follow an oh too familar pattern. Something had to give. It was time for a change. It was time to get tough.
Work Hard, Play hard.
Which, of cause, began with Step 1: Play Hard.
Friday night saw Dave out on the town, in a posh little French way rather than the ever-increasingly-vulgar British way. Surrounded by a select handful of some of his closest friends, and Macca, he sat down to a delightful French meal in some forgotten corner of Liverpool. It was relaxed, joyful and fun.
Saturday morning saw Dave and his fair maiden off to the wonderous little town of Chester. Walking the old wall, along the riverside, through the strange mix of modern shops in old town buildings, seeing the Cathedral and best of all the Squirrels. How can anything be that cute?
Dave did feel a little sorry for the pigions though. A squirrel jumps from a tree and everyone thinks it's so cool. A pigion can fly and it's met mostly by indifference. What does the humble pigion have to do to earn respect?
One of the strangest things about Chester was McDonalds. Dave had been to McDonalds from Portugal to China and they all were exactly the same. It had always felt like he had magically been transported back to England whenever he had entered one. How strange then, that here in Chester, a mere hour away from the Liver Buildings, McDonalds had an entirely unique feel. The chairs, the tables, the colour scheme, all different. Unfortantly the food remained unchanged.
Saturday night and it was back to Liverpool for yet another meal with a different group of friends. Just to try something new they went for Chinese. Whilst everyone was speaking Manderin or Cantonese it felt reasuring to have the sweet little french girl on Jean's otherside mirror his look of absolute "uh?".
When the clock struck 12 it was HAPPY NEW YEAR! china time.
Sunday saw Dave and Jean out and about again. China town was putting on a show for the locals and Jean was bursting to see it.
One little dragon waved about aimlessly, surrounded by more people than Liverpool could safely hold. It was time for plan B.
Dave and Jean met up with his Big Bro Baldy and the newly appointed Mrs Baldy and dissappeared off to the Albert dock for a day of looking at tasteless tacky tourist shops. It was great. He hadn't been for so long, it was nice to see everything exactly how he had left it.
The rest of the weekend was spent chillin' on Dave's home turf. He went to see his Mother dearest and Good ole Papa.
Step 1 was coming along nicely.
Work Hard, Play hard.
Which, of cause, began with Step 1: Play Hard.
Friday night saw Dave out on the town, in a posh little French way rather than the ever-increasingly-vulgar British way. Surrounded by a select handful of some of his closest friends, and Macca, he sat down to a delightful French meal in some forgotten corner of Liverpool. It was relaxed, joyful and fun.
Saturday morning saw Dave and his fair maiden off to the wonderous little town of Chester. Walking the old wall, along the riverside, through the strange mix of modern shops in old town buildings, seeing the Cathedral and best of all the Squirrels. How can anything be that cute?
Dave did feel a little sorry for the pigions though. A squirrel jumps from a tree and everyone thinks it's so cool. A pigion can fly and it's met mostly by indifference. What does the humble pigion have to do to earn respect?
One of the strangest things about Chester was McDonalds. Dave had been to McDonalds from Portugal to China and they all were exactly the same. It had always felt like he had magically been transported back to England whenever he had entered one. How strange then, that here in Chester, a mere hour away from the Liver Buildings, McDonalds had an entirely unique feel. The chairs, the tables, the colour scheme, all different. Unfortantly the food remained unchanged.
Saturday night and it was back to Liverpool for yet another meal with a different group of friends. Just to try something new they went for Chinese. Whilst everyone was speaking Manderin or Cantonese it felt reasuring to have the sweet little french girl on Jean's otherside mirror his look of absolute "uh?".
When the clock struck 12 it was HAPPY NEW YEAR! china time.
Sunday saw Dave and Jean out and about again. China town was putting on a show for the locals and Jean was bursting to see it.
One little dragon waved about aimlessly, surrounded by more people than Liverpool could safely hold. It was time for plan B.
Dave and Jean met up with his Big Bro Baldy and the newly appointed Mrs Baldy and dissappeared off to the Albert dock for a day of looking at tasteless tacky tourist shops. It was great. He hadn't been for so long, it was nice to see everything exactly how he had left it.
The rest of the weekend was spent chillin' on Dave's home turf. He went to see his Mother dearest and Good ole Papa.
Step 1 was coming along nicely.
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