Neighbours disturbing my rituals

It's been a while since I last posted, and I find that posting is easy when you are blogging regularly, but the longer you go without a post, the harder it is to motivate yourself to get something out there. So I've decided to just write something quickly, and hopefully give a proper update in the next few days.

I've been quite busy since my last post, with the main thing being having to travel to India because of work. Basically, we're outsourcing some quite complex data stuff out there, its data entry of sorts (its a touch more complex), and I went to Delhi to train some staff. I can't be bothered to describe the trip right now, but I'm planning to make a proper post on it, although the jist is that I didn't particularly enjoy my stay there, and the actual project didn't run as well as hoped.

In other news, I finally dragged my arse down to loftus road on tuesday, hadn't been there a while, and watch QPR v Accrington Stanley. I paid a tens for my ticket, so not bad, but it was quite a poor game tbh, and Stanley deserved something out of the game. I can't believe some of the officiating in the game, with the most memorable moment being the clearest penalty ever not given to Stanley...not that I was complaining ;-) We won 2-1, and when they scored in the 93rd min we gave them a standing ovation out of respect to the fans that travelled down and because they played well. I got home to see images of West Ham and Millwall fans kicking the shit out of each other outside the ground, and pretended to act surprised and appalled.

Not up to much this bank holiday, need to sort some plans out. I loaded up an $11 mtt earlier, as part of the rtr syndicate, but i busto super early when I had 22 and the flop came XcXc2c, after some 3 and 4 betting the turn came Jx, and I went in, and the villain flips JcTc, and it was gg me. I definitely could have controlled the pot better, I'm such a fish.

To make things worse, I decided to have a consolation wank following this exit, and was mid-way through bashing the bishop, when the front door bell rang. FFS. I was wearing some shorts, and my boner was pretty obvious. I looked out the window and saw it was a neighbour...I had been hoping it was just someone selling something so I could ignore them, but no, I had to answer the door. So I closed down my laptop, positioned my showpiece strategically, and thought of images of wars and stuff to lose the boner. It was at half mast when I answered the door like a scared pensioner, by opening it a half foot and sticking my head through the gap and keeping my body behind the frame. My neighbour basically wanted to ask if I could keep an eye out on his car cos he's going away for a few days...ok ok, and off he went.

Once back to the lappie I'd lost momentum and had to start again. In the background was the formula 1, and that bastard jake humphreys voice kept putting me off. Ultimately I turned the tv off, but then I could see my reflection, and that put me off even more.

So I turned it onto some shopping channel,selling kitchen utensils, and finished what I had started.

Who'd have thought a sly bash would be so fkin time consuming...