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How I spent July 7th

- DRIVING TO BASINGSTOKE
I forgot to send out some tickets to winners for tonight's cage fighting at the Rivermead so I had to find out their addresses and hand deliver them this morning after the other job. Luckily they lived on the same estate. Unfortunately it was a bit scary!

- SLEEPING WHEN I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WORKING
I forgot that I had to cover the morning show as well as my own and so I went to bed.....woke up at 11.00 with a nice understanding text asking where the hell I was!! Idiot!

- RECORDING A PODCAST
Work 1 needed the podcast a whole day before I got back from holiday so I had to go in and do it today. Annoying but necessary!

- BEING JEALOUS OF A STRANGER
In the beer garden of one of the local pubs I enjoyed a pint and watched as a guest at the wedding being held in the restaurant arrived in a helicopter! Boo for being such a nasty capitalist pig but huge hurrqahs for being cool enough to turn up at a wedding reception in a helicopter! Wouldn't happen in the Blue Bell!

- SPEAKING TO MUCH MISSED FAMILY
I honestly don't remember being told of a family gathering at my mum and dad's today for my little brother (Adam, 28) with my cousins in attendance. I haven't seen them for ages. One of them always has the arse with me so I wasn't that bothered about missing them but it would have been nice seeing the cousin I haven't seen for ages and ages! Haven't seen my bro's enough either!
I see my girlfriend's family who are extremely close! So close they can't go a day without speaking to each other for at least 30 minutes at a time, I've no idea what they find to talk about. I sometimes wish I was like that with my family but it would feel too suffocating! The great thing about my family is that we may not speak or get together as much as most families do but we know we're there for each other when it's really needed. Plus, I couldn't phone them every day! I don't DO anything, what would I tell them? "Hiya mum, I've had 2 shits already today!"

- AVOIDING LIVE EARTH
..apart from Spinal Tap obviously ...which was cut short by the BBC, brilliant! Was Paulo Nutini pissed? I watched the thing about lyrics on ITV instead and got 3 wrong! Gutted!
Hayley was selected to spend £100 pounds on standing tickets for the 37 hour spectacular but we didn't get round to it and thank God! Rather than take unecessary train journeys and contribute to the huge carbon emissions from the stadium and the huge outside broadcasting facilities it was more in the ethos of Live Earth to just ignore it and lie on my settee eating custard creams and drinking coffee! I think I've done my bit now!

- BLOWING MY BUDGET
Overspent by 100% this weekend by getting a Meateor pizza from Domino's! I'm naughty!

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