Highly Strung

Name: The Boyf aka KF, KAF, Cycling Buddy, Colleague

Specialist Interests: Hats, Cycling, Xbox 360, T&A, Da Interweb and Interweb Technology, loud kiwi woman

Unique Markers: he got style (but not in a gay way), recently; good at falling off bikes, sexy broad shoulders and a cheeky smile.

Demeanour: prone to smiling at home, serious at work, oscar the grouch with the general public, happy drunk, tactile.

Testimonials:

Some guy behind a fast food counter to the Boyf: ‘You a very funny guy’.

Several people at work: ‘second funniest man in the group’

A friend of his gfriend: ‘he’s really handsome’

Another friend of his gfriend: ‘ no way does he look nearly 40!’

His gfriend: ‘You’re a handsome devil’

Current rating: 9/10 (there’s always room for improvement)

Being as I am; in a run down state (all this nose blowing is taking it out of me), all I feel like doing is sitting on a sofa watching some telly and generally getting a bit cosy. However as I’m at work this isn’t possible. The frustrating thing is – the boyf is right there in front of me, and all I want to do is bumble over to him, sit on his knee and get a warm hug…inappropriate colleague behaviour I feel…

I’ve hit upon a brilliant way to end the weekend. A three course meal at Chez Kirses, starting with soup – batchelors chicken and veg, toast with marmite and peanut butter, a little lemon and meringue pie – kindly purchased for me by the Boyf from the best cake shop Crouch End has to offer. I shall follow this up with a bar of caramello chocolate…possibly in bed. And that folks is what it’s all about. I leave Easter tired but happy.

Ok I admit it, I’m sick.. I’ve had a mild cough for two weeks, followed by a hacking cough for one week and now a face thats so congested my root canal of 4 months ago is now aching as is the upper half of my face. Despite this I have soldiered on and managed to enjoy the first two days of the Easter break. So far I have enjoyed; a drunken night out, a lazy day in the park, Oxford Street and Covent Garden shops followed by sushi, an extremely enjoyable ‘afternoon nap’ with the Boyf and tonight … Pizza and wine…yes folks it don’t get much better than this! This is my happy face

The current heatwave is confusing me, should I go out in my light cotton miltary style coat, or should I take the boy scout approach and retrieve my big ugly fleece from my bike locker? I reckon as soon as 5pm hits, the temp will drop by 10 degrees yet my drinking companion will still be determiuned to drink al fresco. But what if it doesn’t get cold and I end up having to trail my fleece behind me all night like a little lost dog? Not a terribly dramatic problem I agree – but a problem nonetheless.

In other news – there is something very wrong with this years fashion. I know this because my reaction to the first item of clothing I saw in a well know women’s clothing store today was ‘what the bloody fuck?’

It absolutely stuns me that no matter how much effort I make to be supremely organised, people like Haringey Council still fail to issue me with a correct bill. To date I have made 4 phone calls to them trying to organise my ‘single person’s discount’, but because they have sent an incorrect bill to me I can’t set up a direct debit and therefore I have missed the first month’s payment and my instalments are now higher than they woud have been if the bloody council had pulled their finger out in the first place and did their job. I already have a job which pretty much occupies me for 37.5 or more hours per week and I resent having to the councils work fro them as well.

New post at Techno Babel

Colleen McLoughlin received a £200,000 ring from Wayne Rooney for her 21st birthday. Excuse me but in what universe does anyone – let alone a 21 year old girl, need a £200,000 ring?

Surely receiving a gift like that raises a girl’s expectations so damn high that she can never receive an ordinary gift again. I wonder what her parents bought her? A digital camera perhaps? Fuck me, you can’t hock a digital camera for that kind of money – I don’t care what brand it is!

This weekend I went to a little town in Staffordshire to visit the Boyfs family. Whilst there we were lucky enough to attend a Man U game, which we watched from the comfort of a corporate box – which was nice.

Favourite moment of the weekend was at the lunch preceding the game. We’re sitting at a table with the Boyf’s brother, wife, 14 year old daughter, 2 of the brothers clients and one of their sons (about 7 years old).

Boyf’s Brother: oh yes that would be Edgar Davids

Boyf: oh yeah the one who wears sunglasses to play in.

Me: why does he play in sunglasses?

Boyf: I think he has chlamydia.

Me: Chlamydia?!? In his eyes?

Boyf: Yeah I think so…

Me: Sweetie, I think you mean Glaucoma…

Funnily enough, no one else heard it, made me laugh though.