My ongoing indefinite preiod of alcohol fuelled bent continues (all in moderation and of course good natured). There is actualy no end in sight, but also no signs of decompensated liver failure so why stop now!
Tuesday I returned to the Sports Cafe to watch Arsenal with Al, Gary and Tom. Fun night again, the football was good but the highlight was definitely gay-ing it up in Tiger Tiger by shamelessly dancing to Lady GaGa - Pokerface.
Last night we went down the club to watch some more Champions leagues and yet more dancing to Lady GaGa - Pokerface. By now it was blatantly obvious that definitely me and possibly Alex had both been practising our moves at home - we were good.
And the battle between the Lucy's is still hotting up - both these gorgeous young girls are desperate for our bent - but hate each other with a vengeance so we can't invite both of them out. This led to Al, Chops and myself weighing up the pros and cons of each Lucy. Its a tough call - but after last night i'm swaying towards Lucy H.
We will see what happens tonight as Lucy H is working but Lucy T is also possibly coming down....tense times! Me and Al are still keen to get a third Lucy in on the act and make things really interesting.
Thursday 9 April 2009
Tuesday 7 April 2009
Beginning of the end
Finished placement! God it felt good - not sure what that says for my desire to become a dietitian?! But it is tough being a student, always under the pump!
So i've been celebrating (and drinking a shit load) ever since Friday 6pm. Its Tuesday and there doesn't seem to be an alcohol free day until at least next Tuesday and even that's questionable as big Al is back in town = non stop bent.
So last night saw a momentuos occasion - I actually went to (and got into) Oceana in Watford. It was touch and go at first when Wray the bouncer almost didn't let me in for "looking shaky" and drunk. But after telling him where I had been to drink that night and where I live (weird) he was convinced enough to let me in. Looking back on it I had just finished my 6th pint, four of which were snake bites....but thats nothing outrageous and I definitely wasn't falling over or anything!
As i got into the club I was pleasantly suprised! The first 20 minutes was filled with (predictable) drum and bass - not bad! Plus because the club now has a dedicated cheese room which stops any of that shit filtering into the main room.
We soon met up with Hilton and the topic of Timbury almost immediately came up with her saying I was Timbury's "number 1 fan". They hate each other and for some reason seem to be playfully fighting over me (ok, maybe not fighting over me).
So the night followed pretty much the same routine as any club night - lots of girls, even more grinding, very sweet alcopops etc. etc.
Tonight is the Arsenal match - should be good!
So i've been celebrating (and drinking a shit load) ever since Friday 6pm. Its Tuesday and there doesn't seem to be an alcohol free day until at least next Tuesday and even that's questionable as big Al is back in town = non stop bent.
So last night saw a momentuos occasion - I actually went to (and got into) Oceana in Watford. It was touch and go at first when Wray the bouncer almost didn't let me in for "looking shaky" and drunk. But after telling him where I had been to drink that night and where I live (weird) he was convinced enough to let me in. Looking back on it I had just finished my 6th pint, four of which were snake bites....but thats nothing outrageous and I definitely wasn't falling over or anything!
As i got into the club I was pleasantly suprised! The first 20 minutes was filled with (predictable) drum and bass - not bad! Plus because the club now has a dedicated cheese room which stops any of that shit filtering into the main room.
We soon met up with Hilton and the topic of Timbury almost immediately came up with her saying I was Timbury's "number 1 fan". They hate each other and for some reason seem to be playfully fighting over me (ok, maybe not fighting over me).
So the night followed pretty much the same routine as any club night - lots of girls, even more grinding, very sweet alcopops etc. etc.
Tonight is the Arsenal match - should be good!
Sunday 22 March 2009
What's on Darren's mind?
A brief update on what is on my mind at the moment.
My double winter is coming to an end finally - can't complain though as my Australian winter had a daytime average temp of 16 degrees Celcius - which is currently headline news for the UK in spring time!
Jade Goody finally died - she isn't the first young person to die of cancer you know, sad but that's life and I never really got to know her anyway so not too upset with it all - but i'm noticing a lot of people are....weird.
End of my hospital placement - its getting bloody intense. Less said the better. Query career choice? lol
I never thought i'd actually look forward to exam revision - the constraints of the working environment in hospital are pretty hard going, especially when you don't get paid for it.
I am <----> (this) far away from saying "fuck it" and actually buying an iPhone. I stayed in last night so technically I saved an estimated £40 which would have gone on booze. Therefore I can afford 1 months tariff on that little beauty. My life really would be complete, and I could join the small but ever growing iPhone club among my friends.
My double winter is coming to an end finally - can't complain though as my Australian winter had a daytime average temp of 16 degrees Celcius - which is currently headline news for the UK in spring time!
Jade Goody finally died - she isn't the first young person to die of cancer you know, sad but that's life and I never really got to know her anyway so not too upset with it all - but i'm noticing a lot of people are....weird.
End of my hospital placement - its getting bloody intense. Less said the better. Query career choice? lol
I never thought i'd actually look forward to exam revision - the constraints of the working environment in hospital are pretty hard going, especially when you don't get paid for it.
I am <----> (this) far away from saying "fuck it" and actually buying an iPhone. I stayed in last night so technically I saved an estimated £40 which would have gone on booze. Therefore I can afford 1 months tariff on that little beauty. My life really would be complete, and I could join the small but ever growing iPhone club among my friends.
Thursday 5 February 2009
Detailed Blog
Woke up at 7:26 today. Had breakfast (2 x weetabix biscuits with about 100ml of semi skimmed milk, 200ml orange juice, 1 tsp of coffee granules mixed with 200ml of warm semi skimmed milk, 2 x sweetners). Brushed teeth. Walked out of the door and realised that it had snowed again overnight but was now slush. Got into car. First things first - attach iPod to stereo and find 54:28 mins on the latest Annie Mac to listen to my favourite song of the moment (Rusko - Cockney Thug (Caspa Remix)). Replayed this countless times on the 15 minute journey, flouting all laws about using iPod while driving and not paying due care or attention. Parked car. Realised its only 830 and im half a-fuckin-hour early! God knows how that happened.
Just thought i'd experiment and try a more detailed blog.
Anyway, back to normal. So today was quite good. Was on the High Dependancy Unit (HDU) - where you go after surgery but before going back to wards/ITU. I always like going to wards where you don't have to talk to patients and this is one of them as most of them are still knocked out on horse tranquilizer...smiliar to A&E on a Friday night.
I must have looked a bit scared, although I wasn't, as my supervisor gave me an EXTREMELY concerned look and asked repeatedly (!!!) if I was ok and comfortable in this environment. lol. I was absolutely fine but must have obviously had a petrified/sick to the bone look on my face...
Mannaged to impress the boss today, the one that thought I looked scared, with my meticulous attention to hospital procedures and methodical documentation (shocked me too as i've never read the related policies!).
Also, managed to go on the paternoster at work today for the first time. It was pretty bloody good, despite me almost stacking it when I got on. My boss failed to recognise when I truly look scared..funny that!
Enough about work. I need to focus my thoughts on more important matters...like my weekend plans and what phone I should upgrade to on T-mobile.
Just thought i'd experiment and try a more detailed blog.
Anyway, back to normal. So today was quite good. Was on the High Dependancy Unit (HDU) - where you go after surgery but before going back to wards/ITU. I always like going to wards where you don't have to talk to patients and this is one of them as most of them are still knocked out on horse tranquilizer...smiliar to A&E on a Friday night.
I must have looked a bit scared, although I wasn't, as my supervisor gave me an EXTREMELY concerned look and asked repeatedly (!!!) if I was ok and comfortable in this environment. lol. I was absolutely fine but must have obviously had a petrified/sick to the bone look on my face...
Mannaged to impress the boss today, the one that thought I looked scared, with my meticulous attention to hospital procedures and methodical documentation (shocked me too as i've never read the related policies!).
Also, managed to go on the paternoster at work today for the first time. It was pretty bloody good, despite me almost stacking it when I got on. My boss failed to recognise when I truly look scared..funny that!
Enough about work. I need to focus my thoughts on more important matters...like my weekend plans and what phone I should upgrade to on T-mobile.
Monday 19 January 2009
Art
Starting on a random note. I keep meaning to post a pic on facebook of what I think my mate Gary Harrison will look like at 50 but cant make it work. So it is attached on here. I thought it was quite uncanny when I saw it, let me know what u think (of course you need to know Gary to do this).
So, time for another blog. So I had a good weekend, met up with some friends in Islington and went to the London Art Fair and then out for a meal and drinks (fucking expensive!). Im not a massive fan of art, but it was very interesting looking at the ridiculous prices of some of these paintings. I touched one ornament type thing the size of a bog roll - made out of stainless steel and worth £40,000 - and a bloody alarm went off! so embarassing. We are in a global recession and they are asking £7000 for a painting that looks someone vomited all over it! I'm sure if I framed some of my "better" pictures from my travels in Australia I could get some mug to buy it for at least £1000.
Got my sister's wedding on the weekend which should be good. I've been to so many random receptions of people I don't know, it will be good to finally go to one where I actually give a shit about the people getting married! I also just read my Dad's speech - cringe worthy material so it should be a laugh, i'll be sure to get it on video!
Work at the hospital is going ok. Three awkward patients today - tried talking to one who was, unbeknown to me, in a coma - so that was a short consultation. One was so confused after a stroke he talked complete gibberish to every question I asked. The last one barely spoke English, but when he did, he answered just about everything but the question that I asked. For example - "what do u eat for breakfast" was welcomed with a disjointed rant about what time he gets up and why! Why can't all my patients be in comas.
Oh and this morning two things annoyed me on BBC news. One was them going on about how today was "blue monday" and everyone should be depressed - just what I need to set me up for the day. The second was them showing a picture of Andy Murray with no top on and basically verbally wanking over his six pack on breakfast TV. He is not stacked - Dorian Yates is. And if Dorian played tennis im sure he would spank Murray's ass!
Monday 12 January 2009
Final Chapter
Hello avid blog readers.
Well today was a big day for me. I have started my final hospital placement, the end of my degree and what seems like eternity of training is nearing a close. This may however may be a little premature, as the other student i'm currently on placement with is repeating her 12 week final placement because she failed....what a bitch that would be!
Anyway, the first day went pretty well. I managed to pull off looking interested as we went through all the admin shit you have on the first day. The hospital is a bit of a shit hole to be honest, kind of dirty looking - inside and out!
I soon found out that they don't give a flying f!%k about MRSA in my hospital. When I enquired about not wearing a tie and having to roll up sleeves to avoid spreading germs I was told - "well you should....but no-ones gonna check!" soon followed by "this hospital is dangerously close to getting financial penalites due to MRSA levels".
However it is not all doom and gloom. There is one amazing thing at this hospital. No its not the social club with cheap bar that no-one goes too. It is the Paternoster! These amazing lifts are continously moving with no doors, designed for a maximum of two people at a time only, you just jump on and off at your own risk! I can't wait until I get my ID badge so I can go on them! fucking amazing. (Wikipedia it for a picture)
So, the end of the day came and I was in a dilemma. Its 4:55, do you:
a) pack up and leave, by the time you get off the premises it will be 5pm and therefore you would have timed it just right.
b) stay a bit later and wait for one of the senior staff to say "aren't you gone yet", thus looking keen (as mustard) and hard working on your first day.
c) go up and ask if it's ok to leave...fair enough I suppose - but a bit demoralising as we are no longer at primary school
So what happened. The other student went up and asked if it was ok to leave...I over-heard and pegged it out the door. Which was then followed by awkward glances from the other staff members who I met at the bus stop a couple minutes later...
Oh well, tomorrow i'll choose option b) to make up for it!
Well today was a big day for me. I have started my final hospital placement, the end of my degree and what seems like eternity of training is nearing a close. This may however may be a little premature, as the other student i'm currently on placement with is repeating her 12 week final placement because she failed....what a bitch that would be!
Anyway, the first day went pretty well. I managed to pull off looking interested as we went through all the admin shit you have on the first day. The hospital is a bit of a shit hole to be honest, kind of dirty looking - inside and out!
I soon found out that they don't give a flying f!%k about MRSA in my hospital. When I enquired about not wearing a tie and having to roll up sleeves to avoid spreading germs I was told - "well you should....but no-ones gonna check!" soon followed by "this hospital is dangerously close to getting financial penalites due to MRSA levels".
However it is not all doom and gloom. There is one amazing thing at this hospital. No its not the social club with cheap bar that no-one goes too. It is the Paternoster! These amazing lifts are continously moving with no doors, designed for a maximum of two people at a time only, you just jump on and off at your own risk! I can't wait until I get my ID badge so I can go on them! fucking amazing. (Wikipedia it for a picture)
So, the end of the day came and I was in a dilemma. Its 4:55, do you:
a) pack up and leave, by the time you get off the premises it will be 5pm and therefore you would have timed it just right.
b) stay a bit later and wait for one of the senior staff to say "aren't you gone yet", thus looking keen (as mustard) and hard working on your first day.
c) go up and ask if it's ok to leave...fair enough I suppose - but a bit demoralising as we are no longer at primary school
So what happened. The other student went up and asked if it was ok to leave...I over-heard and pegged it out the door. Which was then followed by awkward glances from the other staff members who I met at the bus stop a couple minutes later...
Oh well, tomorrow i'll choose option b) to make up for it!
Wednesday 17 December 2008
Goodbye World
I have probably said this 1000 times. I think I have S.A.D. If you don't know what that is, it isn't an STD or nasty viral infection....although I think I would actually prefer if it was. It is in fact this altered state of mind that I can't seem to shake off. I wouldn't quite say that I am experiencing clinical depression and about to top myself...although I have often talked about the perfect way to committ suicide and feel quite happy with my choice should I need to use it.
The added stress of my dissertation hanging over my head is not helping either. I have about 3 weeks to complete it and couldn't be further from finishing. I have put more effort into drinking sessions than work. That may even be a sign of depression? the constant need to drink? or maybe i'm just your average 22 yr old male entering the busy christmas drinking season, who knows.
I can't believe it, i've wrote more in 5 minutes for my blog than I have done for my dissertation in two weeks. That has just made me even more depressed. And reading back on this post....it sounds fucking depressing.
Don't worry, this isn't a cry for help, althought if it was it would probably be very similar, lol. I hope this hasn't depressed anyone else who reads it.
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The added stress of my dissertation hanging over my head is not helping either. I have about 3 weeks to complete it and couldn't be further from finishing. I have put more effort into drinking sessions than work. That may even be a sign of depression? the constant need to drink? or maybe i'm just your average 22 yr old male entering the busy christmas drinking season, who knows.
I can't believe it, i've wrote more in 5 minutes for my blog than I have done for my dissertation in two weeks. That has just made me even more depressed. And reading back on this post....it sounds fucking depressing.
Don't worry, this isn't a cry for help, althought if it was it would probably be very similar, lol. I hope this hasn't depressed anyone else who reads it.
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