Love don't roam

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So it's over

Panto done and dusted, 10 performances in 1 week, more work in a night than I've done in a week lately. And with a soreish leg. I'm knackered but elated, I'll miss ELO tonight...

haircut 365

Well, it had to happen, after more than a year I', getting a haircut. I must admit I'm full of trepidation, I've always hated being sat in a chair for that length of time with someone with enough weapons to severely damage my lack of credibility. Also THE QUESTION will come up. "So what have you been doing the last year?" I'll be honest, I'd rather just sit in silence until the long hair goes away

Murray Gold is god

Although I'm a musician, I must admit I don't pay attention to much of the music on TV. Background noise which doesn't do much apart from drown out the dialogue. BUT. today I listened to the Doctor who celebration concert kindly broadcast by BBC Radio Wales Man oh man, I would have loved to be there.
wonderful stuff and I've ordered the soundtrack CD which I wouldn't have done before, damn you BBC you're making me love Doctor Who even more!

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Addendum

Well, the visit to CAB went fairly well, I have received my severance from exwork but, The Dhss has lost my application for incapacity benefit.... As the Chinese curse puts it - May you live in interesting times.

Doesn't time fly when....

Gosh, I hadn't realised I'd not posted here for a while, the rush of e-mails has quite literally taken me off my feet. Well, to be honest, I've been trying other avenues to cheer myself up. Moaning incessantly to myself, online was beginning to bore me somewhat, pus my computer is a little sick, so I'm working on my old Laptop which has a mind of its own, especially where spacing is concerned. So where are we, has my life moved on significantly since last I blogged? The answer dear viewers is, a decided no. I received my SP1 form on the 13th October some 3 months since my last pay, so that is still being processed by the DHSS which is understandable. So comes the matter of my final severance farewell, and thanks for all the dolphins. I was notified of the amount on the 8th October, this would be paid into my Bank account on the next pay day. I waited 4 weeks and when no money appeared, discovered that I was broke, I guess 3 months on living on savings does that. So round to the shop Mum handled the questions as I hid on the street, I couldn't cope. So it boils down to this, there's been an error, can you check your account next week. Next Week! I've got bill to pay, a prescription for antidepressives to buy and positively no money. Reader I cried, my exboss could do nothing except email in the vain hope of sorting it out, I went to the CAB. So here I sit, broke, without a job having left the one job I have had with nothing to show but a P45 and the promise of money. Thankfully I have my parents and my friends around me, my self pity turned into a fucking great piss up of the likes I haven't had since I've been ill. And the sun is shining. Life is good.

And Now, the End.......

Well, it's finally happened, as I've been signed off work for 9mths, the company MUST fill the vacancy I have left and so... My contract has been terminated, on the grounds of health capability. I have 5 days to appeal this decision. I have still to receive an SSP1 so I have no income until the company pays me off for 10years of service.

One good thing is goodbye uniform. I shall no longer be wearing an outfit that simply screams "D'you want fries with that?" Another thing, so long secondary selling. Would you like to buy this dvd which you have absolutely no interest in. Please give us more money now.

Apart from that, nothing has changed. I still have councilling, take my pills, spend far too much time on the internet.

Oh and Panto, my ever decreasing ghost becomes more and more shadow like as rehearsals progress. Woop! From 4/5 lines a song and a joke, It now appears that I'll be on stage 2 lines and off. Yeah. But I'll soldier on as I always have. Maybe that's part of my problem, I accept and deal rather than kick up a stink and change things. Have I been a doormat too long? Well, that's a debate I may well have with myself tomight when I can't sleep again.