Lethargy, Thy Name is Dan!


God, the feeling of utter boredom and cannot be bothered-ness (I know, nice new word created there) has made a home in my mind the last few weeks. Ever since handing in my notice pretty much.

So let me explain. I’m not generally one of those people who, when faced with impending departure from a job, sits back and say’s “Sod it”. Generally, when I’m leaving a place, it’s for a career move and although that normally goes hand in hand with more money, career is normally the way. This time, I’m leaving purely for financial reasons. Times are tough, I’m drastically unpaid in my current job and the management knows it. Again, not normally an issue, you part on amicable terms and everyone is happy.

The only difference here is the fact I like it here and I thought I was a valued member of the team. I have a good relationship with the management team and the managing director. So when I handed my notice in, I did expect them to fight to keep me. I understand times are tough and as the accounts manager, I know only too well the company’s financial position. But nothing came. All I got was a letter saying thanks and good luck. The MD hasn’t even been bothered to talk to me personally (which for a small company, I find quite upsetting). My manager did offer me £x amount extra, but it was no more than a bog standard pay rise and to go with it, I would need to take on MORE responsibility and work! So not a pay rise, but a job restructure. I don’t want a new job, I want a fair wage for a damn good job I do (especially taking into account the fact I saved the company £12,000 in my first 3 months).

So if they can’t be bothered, then neither can I.

Add to this my holiday is in a few weeks, my “get up and go” has definitely “got up and gone”. I cannot wait to get out to sunny Spain and sip away on a few cerveza with my good friends we’re going with. My little girl is much older now than when we took her to Egypt. This is either going to make things a lot of fun as she’ll be able to play a lot more, but can also make for relaxing times to be few and far between. When we were in Egypt, she was only 6 months old and was happy chilling in her pram while we went out at night etc. Now she is 17 months, I can’t see her being quite so content to sit in her pram while mummy and daddy enjoy a nice meal.

So all this combined has brought me to the conclusion that I need to chill out now. Combine that to my new addiction to Google+ and you have a very lethargic and “cannot be bothered” Dan.

What’s The Big Deal With New Year?


I got to be honest, I’ve never seen the huge
appeal with new years eve (other than an excuse to get very drunk)
I can see the appeal of new year, new start, but you can do that at
any point in the year. So why wait til 31st December to do
anything?

So I’m an avid Facebook user and most
of my friends status updates this week have gone along the lines
of:

2011 can’t be
as bad as this year

Thank god this year is
over

Blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah………

So I couldn’t help
myself. I had to post up my own little retort to them:

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It
didn’t get too many responses (not wholly unexpected, people never
really like the truth) except from my brother in law. He has been
one of the worst culprits for depressing Facebook messages this
past year. True, he’s had a really awful year, but 50% of it was
avoidable and of his own doing. He wanted to go out tonight to try
and “meet a lady” but I said to him that self pity isn’t exactly
the most attractive attribute in a man………….

It
does annoy me a little when people moan about their lives being so
hard and bad luck when other people in the world are sooooooooooo
more worse off than the rest of us. We’re moaning because we can’t
afford our nice holiday each year or the petrol has gone up by 3p
per litre. Others have 3p a week to live on, if that! Some people
have never had a lie in, let alone a sun drenched
holiday.

I just feel at this “special time in
the year”, we need to have a little perspective in our
lives.

But anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL AND GOOD
LUCK FOR 2011!!!

Sharm El Sheikh, Egypt – The Pictures


Ok, so after the disaster of my beloved iPhone 4 screwing me over by deleting my saved holiday blogs, I’ve accepted I will NEVER remember all the details of this fab family holiday. Bit gutted as I wanted to do the whole “Egypt Holiday: Day 1” blog thing. I do, however, have photos of the holiday. So what I’ll do is post these up here with a short blurb about each one and if this jogs my memory then I’ll elaborate. I’ll also try to keep them in chronological order as best I can:

The perfect way to start the holiday! There’s something about a pint of Beck’s Vier at 9am that just puts you in the right for flying

She was awake pretty much all the way there. But throughout a 5 hour flight, she only cried a total of about 40 minutes and most of that was due to hunger. On the way home, she slept the entire flight. Such an angel.

I think you’re a little young angel! (she was sucking the condensation from the tin as it was baking on the plane, before anyone starts yelling child abuse!)

I had to throw this one in, purely as I think it’s a cute picture of us

 The sight of Naama Bay shopping bit. The first few days of the holiday were spent round the beach/pool doing not a great deal, which is fine. But I prefer going out and investigating places. So I managed to talk my whole family in getting a mini-bus thing from our hotel to Naama bay. We get there and my brother is being a miserable sh*t, moaning at every opportunity. We look for food and my sisters kids want to go to Hard Rock Cafe (hardly Egyptian cuisine in my mind!) so we agree. 10 minutes in there and my little nephew is throwing up all over the table (not a great traveller, bless him) so my sister and her brood leave early. We finish our “meal” then my brother announces it’s too hot for his little boy and they disappear. This leaves me, my wife and child and my mum and her partner. Perfect! Finally, we get to do some shopping, mooch around the town, have a nice drink and it finally starts feeling like my holiday.

Shisha cafe’s in Naama Bay

This photo is very special to me. This is a photo of the very first time my daughter ever really cuddled up to me and the first time she ever fell asleep in my arms.

Teaching my nephew a few moves on the beach. He so desperately wants to learn a form of martial arts (he loves all these fighting cartoons etc.) I’ve told my sister to get him into muay thai and when he’s older, I’ll move him over to san da

This guy was a regular on our beach. There were loads of little tiddlers swimming about in the shallows of the sea, so it must have been like a fisherman’s buffet for this guy.

So caring of the wife to stand in my sun. Jealous much that I was getting a better tan than her??

Zip-wire fun at our hotel. I have to say, the hotel we stayed in (Holiday Village Red Sea, in case you were wondering) was fantastic for families. Can’t knock a thing. We had a few little things when we first got there, but they solved the problems quickly and no fuss. Great service.

Manly pose……….

On the way to our quad biking adventure, we met a famous star from the past and my brother just had to get a photo………….. What do you mean “you don’t recognise him?” It’s Orvil the Duck!!!!! (I wish I could fly, right up to the sky…….)

All I need is an AK-47 and I’m sorted baby!

This was the view I had from my quad. The scenery on the Sinai peninsular is truly breath-taking. I honestly thought I was on Tatooine and expected to see R2D2 fly by me.

On the quad ride, we stopped off at a Bedouin camp for some light refreshments. The whole sitting on the floor thing was remarkably comfortable considering there is only a blanket thrown on the floor.

Tourist shot……… Sorry…….

My first Shisha Pipe. And contrary to my wife’s thinking, you do NOT have to smoke tobacco in the shisha pipe. We were sampling a lovely cherry flavour and was fantastic. I was with my brother, brother-in-law and mum’s other half, we’re all ex-smokers and all loved this, but didn’t in anyway want a cigarette. Lovely experience.

My first bit of REAL culture in nearly two weeks and it came at the end of my holiday.

The wife and I finally got out and had a love Egyptian meal outside of the hotel (well, she had pizza). Again, such a shame we only did this towards the end of our holiday.

In closing, it was an amazing holiday where I saw and did a lot, relaxed wonderfully and got to spend some great time with all my family. I did miss out on my holiday type where I would immerse myself in the country and avoid all touristy things, but Sharm El Sheikh was built for tourists, so you can’t expect much more from it. That being said, if you have kids, this place it amazing and the people are really friendly and honestly love kids. Go there!!

Will It Never Stop?!


It’s now over 4 months since my little girl came into this world. As you know from my previous posts, this has not always gone so smoothly for me and “culture shock” would be an understatement! But as times gone on, things have gotten sooooooo much better.

I’m calmer now with her. This comes from my understanding of her needs and her growing up and not being such a blob (all new born babies are, you can’t deny it).

She’s becoming such a little character. She’s laughing at things, getting annoyed by things, learning so fast and is a total joy to have in my life.

But one thing is alluding us……. That infamous night of sleep!

 

Don’t get me wrong, we put her down at 8, dream feed at 11, then she goes through to about 3.30. Then we get her off and she stirs every half hour to an hour until 8. Not too bad really, but I’m dying for a full nights sleep. I think the missus is feeling it just as much (although she’s a total champ). My eyes feel like lead balloons, attention is zero and my energy levels are desperately low (and when you play rugby and fight san da, this can be a dangerous thing).

But we’re getting there. We have a holiday booked to Sharm El Sheik, Egypt at the end of September. That gives us 4 weeks to crack this night sleeping at get two weeks of peaceful bliss.

Wish us luck!!

Berlin Stag Weekend


What a weekend!! Some serious drinking was involved, quite a bit of cash got flashed about and spent, several calls on the porcelein phone were made and one cracking weekend was had!!

The merryment started Thursday evening. Our flight was at 6am on the Friday, so beer was being drunk on the Thursday night. Needless to say, I had 1 hours sleep before the taxi arrived to take us to Stanstead. This was fine as on the way, we had a crate of Tiger beer to sup. We stopped to collect my brother and best-man and continued on the journey. We were all given the obligatory Hats and Sunglasses to accompany our suits, however the hats were made of plastic and were so uncomfortable!!

We landed in Berlin early doors and proceeded to drink. We marched up to the Brandenburg gate as we were told by my brother in law that all the bars were up this direction. He lied simply so he could go sight seeing!! By this point, all 9 of us were busting for the toilet. Serveral went to various shops and cafe’s, but 4 of us decided to use a public toilet cubicle. We only had 1 Eruo between us. So we crossed swords…… Someone lent against the door button…..  Two little old lady’s had the shock of their lives as 4 English drunken bums were crossing swords in front of them……..

The rest of the night passed in a drunken blur. To our astonishment, there were “lady’s of the night” everywhere!! Very attractive they were too. 50 euros for quicky in the park, 80 euros for comfortable fuck in their flat and one even suggested she would shit on us!! My best man spent most of the night outside one of the bars talking to one of the lady’s. This pisssed her off as he wasn’t actually going to pay, but felt big that he was “chatting up” a prostitute. He gave up in the end when she threatened to slit his throat if he didn’t leave her alone….. We called it a night pretty much after this (26 hours straight on the lash will make you tired). At some point during the night, my mum’s husband managed to find himself out the front of the hotel in nothing but his underpants….. No more questions were asked…..

Following morning half of us were up bright and breezy at about 8.30 am and went to a Mexican restaurant for breakfast. The only reason we stopped here was because we saw they did cooked breakfasts and tequila was about the only thing that would save us! We sat there in the cooking sun for  the next 9 hours and proceeded to drink them out of Gold Tequila, pick up several people who decided to sit with us and drink, have some guy offer to sell us his daughter (only a joke of course) and spend over 600 euros. During this time, I was dressed in a stripey outfit ala convict style with handcuffs.

We decided to move on after this and walked off in, what we thought, was the general direction of the bars we had found the previous night. We passed the Holocaust memorial (dressed how I was didn’t seem evry appropriate!), Bugatti show room (drooling over the Veyron) and after an hours walk, found the bars.

Again, the night passed in a drunken blur. My dad ended up asleep in a chair at some restaurant by about 7, ended up going home early doors. We went to several bars/clubs/drinking establishments before the beer scooter came to collect us. We went back to the hotel, where we had a few nightcaps before turning in.

The flight home was awful. I was throwing up left right and centre and Ryanair doesn’t believe in spacious toilet facilities. As we landed, I had to make a mad dash for the toilet. Most people could see I was in trouble and graciously moved out of my way. Except one German woman who obviously wanted to be first of the plane. So I proceeded to hold my hand over my mouth, retch a few times and then breath on her. She soon moved!

All in all, it was a cracking weekend. More stories and events took place, but as my previous post explains: WHAT GOES ON STAG, STAYS ON STAG

Holidays


It’s no secret I’ve been feeling down lately. What with one thing and another going on, I’ve really been struggling to get up and motivate myself to get on with things. As a result, my training in San Da has suffered, my work has suffered and my other half is taking a tongue lashing every time she asks me something.

But I’m feeling good today!

Just before Christmas, my mum said she wanted to take the whole family away on holiday (me and Carla, my brother and his mrs, my sister and brother-in-law and my niece and nephew). Great idea in theory. However, things are never that simple, especially with my family!

But it seems she’s pulling it off. Sent me all the details of where we’re staying and when and said she’s booking it on Saturday.

As I’ve previously stated, the company I work for are….. awkward at the best of times (considering I pretty much had to fight tooth and nail to get two weeks holiday for my honeymoon!!), so I was dubious at best that they would allow me the time off for this on top of my honeymoon. On telling my mum this, she proceeded to give me the guilt trip she’s mastered over the last 25 years of my life. This pissed me off, so the fiancee and dog suffered last night (with me being silent and sullen that is).

But low and behold, I’ve been authorised the holiday time!! I’m well chuffed!! It feels like a little light has been switched on and things will be ok eventually. I’ve got my honeymoon to look forward to in April (not saying where incase she reads it, as it’s a surprise), I’m going away for the weekend in Feb to Dartmoor for a romantic weekend away, got my stag do to Berlin in April, weekend to myself in March when Carla’s on her hen do and now a fortnight in Egypt at the end of November.

Not too bad a deal I guess……