I just got in to find Miss D shouting directions down the phone to Mr T who is trying to find his way out of Birmingham (the place he lives, incidentally).  This wouldn’t seem like a strange thing if it weren’t for the fact she’s having to shout everything three or four times before he listens and takes action.  He also seems to have no clue where he is.  No clue at all.  God knows what he would do if he was left alone, or if Miss D wasn’t quite so… accomodating.  I know I’d have got fed up with having to shout things over and over and over for half an hour (and still going!), no matter who it was.

And the best bit of all?  He demanded she ring him back.

A couple of weeks ago Paul, a work acquaintance of Miss D and I, got married.  While they married in a small ceremony in Spain, they had a reception back here for around 200 people at a posh hotel.  I was invited, as was Mr P, Miss D and Mr T.

We were told about it quite a long time ago, and Miss D had spoken to Mr T about him going.  He’d not been very keen on the idea and had initially tried to convince Miss D that she shouldn’t go, simply because he didn’t want to.  Thankfully she stood her ground and said she was going, and that it was up to him if he wanted to.  He agreed to come along after he’d finished work and made his way back from Birmingham.  She offered for him to give both me and Mr P a lift back after the reception. Read more…

What a twat.  Excuse my language, but what a fucking twat.

Guess who I’m talking about.  Yeah, it’s Mr T.  Miss D’s not very well — she’s got a pain in her lower abdominal area which has been bothering her for a few days, and today it got worse.  So she went to the doctor today and they gave her some antibiotics for the infection she’s had, but they also said it might be apendicitis.  That’s a bit worrying in my eyes and I know it can take a turn for the worse very quickly. Read more…

So Mr T lost his job.  Oh well.

Let me explain.  Mr T is an animator, he draws stuff.  Currently he works for Rare, a computer game studio owned by Microsoft.  It seems that this industry, like most industries based around the arts, is pretty fickle and unstable.  When there’s work on it’s great, when there isn’t then there’s a whole load of talented people all looking for work doing the same thing.  His contract was only ever short — 3 months I think initially extended to 6 months — working on the little rip-off Wii Mii things Microsoft are releasing as part of their XBox 360 dashboard enhancements this autumn.  He heard today that they wouldn’t be extending his contract simply because they don’t have any work for them to do. Read more…

I’m so tired.  I can’t concentrate on what I’m supposed to be doing — I tried to do some work but I just can’t think stright.  On that front it doesn’t help that I don’t have access to the internet on this train.  They call this a main line. Read more…