I bet Satan would order an espresso in Day to Day

OK, been a while, here’s some stuff:

This morning I overslept because I forgot to set the alarm clock last night. Luckily the standard apalling service provided by Great Western Railway meant my train was late anyway and I still caught it. Thus I was late for work as usual, but I can blame Great Western Railway as usual.

I’ve had a couple of ukulele lessons. Teacher is a guitarist, but seems to know what he’s doing. I liked it, having fun. I can almost play

The boy is playing the ghost of Marley in the school Christmas play. He’s also going for his black belt in MMA this month. And he’s out grown of his guitar and needs a new one.

Nudie night at the local pool is getting more popular. There were more than 40 people this weekend. Too many really. Not enough room in the steam room. Apparently there were 52 at the previous session, but that was date night, so I didn’t go.

I have a mouth ulcer about the size of Birmingham. It really hurts.

The Walking Dead, I simply cannot believe Glenn is dead, and worse, I can’t believe the following episode still left me hanging.

James at work wants to buy a hoverboard. I’m excited by this because I want to have a go and he seems to be thinking about it almost exclusively as an office game. Also, I skateboard and unicycle. How difficult can a hoverboard be? Look out for the pictures here.

We apparently have new “Health Coach” at my office. I’m not sure what his role is going to be exactly, but his name has a ring of irony about it. I shit ye not ladies and gentlemen, he’s called Grant Payne. Firstly, what the hell was wrong with his parents? Secondly, if I had a name like Grant Payne, I think I’d steer clear of anything in the health field, and probably tattooing and piercing come to think of it. It’s not a bad porn star name, but seriously, health coach?

Has anyone else noticed the digital fuss being made over Starbucks Christmas cups? Seriously, some people seem to think Starbucks shouldn’t be allowed to choose plain red cups for Christmas. I’m no fan of Starbucks, and particularly their creative UK tax policy, but if they want to use plain red cups for Christmas, I have more important shit to worry about, like, well anything really. That stupid pastor is even encouraging people to go into Starbucks and tell staff their name is Merry Christmas, so the staff are forced to say “Merry Christmas” when they hand the cup over. I’m thinking of going in and ordering something under the name “Praise Be To Satan”. I bet Satan would order an espresso.