Ginger DJ Rob

Work is still grabbing my full attention like at gun-point, in the clutches a psycho girlfriend who refuses to give up on the relationship...but in a good way. So many seeds planted weeks ago are surfacing for my Spring career. The Marketing department has advertised a new job which almosts matches my profile and offers more money. It's the right thing to do but still enjoying my new found limelight. Since Saturday my rib injury and dead arm has impressed those who seen the bruising. Have tried taking a photo of the arm but haven't got one to do it justice for the yellow and purple to come out enough. This week has seen the ideas engine fire-up for our New York mini-holiday for Kerry's 30th birthday. Here's some things we hope to see:- Spam-alot is on Broadway before taking London theatre by storm. Basically it's Monty Python 's Holy Grail in musical form. Empire State Building has to done which has just opened its 102nd observatory floor. Looks

Getting up at 6:30am and arriving at 8:15am for the karate tournament was a complete waste of time. There was no registry desk, just multiple copies of the day's schedule posted up around the sports halls stating the times of the groups by grade and age. Instructors group, which I was competing in, was starting at 2:30pm - 6 f*cking hours to hang around! If I had known that... Anyway, it gave us a chance to watch the kids battle it out and get a sense of what to prepare for. The place was packed with proud parents with video cameras, kids either running wild or plugged into PSPs/Gameboys in silent trances and judges looking a little bored. There were 8 rings marked out with tables of judges between, spectators filling the gaps or sitting at the tiered rows of seats. Judging and competitor quality was varied which made some of the results a little strange. One of my students achieved bronze medal in kata which was great news. She nearly got gold if she hadn't paused too long f

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Work's been hogging my attention this week which is no bad thing. Everyone wants a piece of me lately and I've been rewarded with a good reputation with managers. The budget annoyed me this week in the most obscure way. Normally, such a dull subject passes me with only a headline to summarise my understanding of it but this year will cost me an extra £500. I've been waiting to buy a laptop since last year taking advantage of the Home Computer Initiative with Kerry's work offering it once then my work mentioning its fore-coming last month. But thanks to a fat Scottish bloke I'll have to either fork out extra or get cheap crap. Rant ends. Flickr brings up some strange encounters every so often. My latest Spinnaker Tower photos impressed someone in the weirdest way. This photo was picked as someone's favourite for a disturbing way. Flickr allows you to see their photo collection in a picture-loving community way but after seeing this guy's photos I'm n

The weekend welcomed Kerry's sister, Donna and Andy, her ginger boyfriend up to stay. Friday evening Kerry bought Buzz for PS2 to entertain us. More players than our last go at it definitely meant more fun and hardly any of the same questions came out either. Saturday was a day trip to Portsmouth with the primary reason to visit the Spinnaker Tower at Gunwharf Quays . Traffic was rubbish trying to get to the carpark plus we had to queue a good 20 minutes in the biting wind before entry. Kerry decided to muster up some courage and paid for a ticket (£4.95) but as soon as the lift opened 110 metres up she was straight down again, poor lass. The weather behaved itself allowing some great views of the Isle of Wight seeing as far as Calshot and Fawley Refinery to the west past Southampton. The local area was a hive of activity with ferries and a hovercraft to and fro from Ryde and Gosport, a Royal Navy helicopter flying in at the same height whilst downwards you could see trains p

Cover of Where's Your Head At Thanks to Mr Wilde for this. Tried using Daft Punk songs for this at first but proved a bit crap so resorted to Basement Jaxx having 3 (actual) albums plus their collections to choose from (I stopped caring after Rooty ). Pick a band/artist. Then answer these questions using only titles from the band/artist's songs. 1. Name of band/artist: Basement Jaxx 2. Are you male or female?: Romeo 3. Describe yourself: Red Alert or Bongoloid 4. How do you feel about yourself?: U Can't Stop Me 5. Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: Broken Dreams, Lonely 6. Describe current girlfriend/boyfriend: Crazy Girl, Where's Your Head At , Lucky Star 7. Describe where you want to be: Be Free (of having to work that is) 8. Describe how you live: Jump 'n' Shout 9. Describe how you love: Plug It In 10. What would you ask for if you had just one wish?: Jus 1 Kiss 11. Share a few words of wisdom: Do Your Thing , Good Luck 12. N

Thursday I witnessed something truly awful, something so cruel, I should have contacted the authorities and reported the tormentor. After my karate training we walked over to the car and admired the sapphire blue Lotus Elise owned by one of other club members. The owner was keen to show off her new toy and switched on the headlights. I realised that the poor creature had been subjected to chav-mutation with neon-blue lights underneath the car. If you know of any Norfolk made car that has been cruelly treated please report to your nearest RSPCA - R espect for S portcars for the P rotection against C hav A ccessories. Friday night we celebrated our 5th year of marriage. We'd booked the P.O.S.H. restaurant in Southampton based on their delicious sounding menu with Indian and unusual slant on modern cuisine. When we arrived we ignored the fact it was opposite New York New York's nightclub and it was above a Rent-a-Car office. We walked up the stairs and through their Titanic t

Monday and Tuesday were a complete waste of time. There' s little going on at work and those marketing jobs I went for have been filled. Still waiting for a manager to give me feedback on one of them, which they've promised. The other one said I had strong marketing skills when they were after PR skills so its not quite a career cul-de-sac just yet. Lucky I'm on a course today and tomorrow doing Management & Supervision otherwise I'd be going out of my mind with boredom. The venue is very country manor and I'm enjoying the freedom. Those on the course recommended The Apprentice and The Armstrongs for telly viewing which are well worth their salt. However, I'm not convinced The Armstrongs is real. Checked their website and can see its a real company but after spotting the upside down letters on a letter-headed paper for something spelling C*NT, I sure it's a very clever improv thing going on. Anyone want to discuss? Based on one epsiode watched, others

Last Thursday evening I got graded for my next karate belt - I'm now a blue belt, 5th kyu. Next belt will be hard to get with a kata (sequence of 10-20 different moves) I'm crap at, Bassai Dai. After this, there's red then brown (split into 3 separate gradings) then black! Back home, we booked our Friday (23rd June) day tickets for the Wireless festival . The line-up for that day is Massive Attack , Flaming Lips , Pharrell and DJ Shadow . Not that bothered about Pharrell but seing Shadow play is extremely rare. Bit gutted with the timing of the Coachella festival announcement. For Kerry, seeing Madonna has been a life-long dream and for both of us, Daft Punk making an appearance anywhere is like Jesus, Buddha and Mohammed appearing on Stars in their Eyes as Bros. Other acts making the entry, travel and hotel costs justified in my opinion are Franz Ferdinand, Depeche Mode , Juan Maclean (DFA), Derrick Carter, Joey Beltram, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Scissor Sisters, Jazzanova, Giles

Managed to watch Snuffbox last night and looks like another comedy suicide. You can so tell that Fulcher and Berry wrote the material with Berry's English surrealism blended with the perverse and a little too crude humour of Fulcher. The format of the show was quite clever using the central characters and a plot using their unusual relationship to link each episode, whilst filling it with a mixture of random sketches and character background. If you remember Bang Bang Its Reeves and Mortimer you'll know how random some of their sketches were and for me both just missed the funny target. The crudeness gets a little uncomfortable at times peaking at the Le Piss and Le Poo fashion sketches whilst other sections rely on Fulcher's attempts at characters that are one-dimensional. There were a couple of laughs with Rich Fulcher 's date observer sketches and his time-travel back to 1888, simulating his personal problem to the Victorian ancestor of Berry (here Berry used