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Howdy,

It’s me here. You know, Dave. That guy that had a blog that time? Yeah, that loser!

So on my last blog post I mentioned some bullshit about blogging more over the course of the year. Well, I didn’t anticipate getting a Twitter account and pretty much migrating any and all of the insta-bollocks that comes out of my mind straight into 140 characters over there. It’s convenient, it doesn’t mean people who don’t use RSS have to keep visiting the site and ultimately it’s pretty much the reason I’ve not updated in 10 months.

Sorry.

Anyway, my Twitter account is @dave_bullough.

So the past 10 months? Work’s been great fun, home life even more fun, beer making is awesome, drinking beer makes you fatter.

Oh and the answer to my initial question is ‘yes, probably’.

Happy new year!

I spent a pretty long chunk of Christmas travelling around the UK seeing various people – it was fun, but by day 10 I was really ready to come home, you know? NYE was spent in Cardiff, somewhere I’ve never been to before and ended up been a really fun trip – I was expecting it to be rough as (I’m a pessimist about Wales… sorry Jof) but it was way better than Birmingham. At least we didn’t get the car smashed into by some retard in Cardiff.

So to 2009… onwards and upwards! Plans for this year are:

• Release the software I’ve been working on for the past aeon.
• Get a new office job, one that’s actually rewarding other than making me feel like a monkey pushing buttons.
• Get the garden at the house completely remodelled.
• Get a two new bathrooms fitted in the house.
• Have some parties.
• Play more bass.
• See more of my friends.

I think getting just one or two items done out of that little lot will make me happy.

Cheers.

I tend to spend a fair bit of time trawling YouTube watching videos of planes because I’m a sad twat. I love it when this kind of thing crops up.

If you like that there’s a similar manouvre/shit-your-pants-mistake by a Typhoon pilot too here.

*watches again*

I can’t tell the bloody difference.

There’s a curious level at which a drinker’s skill at the game of pool seems to peak disproportionately to their usual ability. It only seems to last around 12-17 minutes before the player starts to exhibit the signs of the effect wearing off (usually by flinging the ball off the table into a passer-by’s face), but during the short time frame the player has their perfect blood/booze level, they can pull of shots with minimal effort that almost always go in, much to the delight/frustration of fellow players. I’ve plotted a rough unscientific graph below describing the phenomenon.

I’ve merged the databases for this blog and my previous one I used for the “tour” version as it seemed a shame to keep at that stuff hidden! Most of the posts are in the Australia category, and I’m surprised at just how many comments that thing was generating. I guess everyone had a bit more spare time a couple of years ago.

Anyway, sayin’.

Work + Pro Evo 2009 = Most days…

First off, sorry about the lack of posts.

Secondly, sorry for the usual hollow apology – I usually copy and paste that line from a file on my desktop called blog_apologies.txt as it’s so frequently used on here.

What’s happened between now and the last proper post? Our kitchen is almost finished apart from some bits and pieces that I’ve not had time to sort out. Once that’s done I’m going to post some before and after pictures (everyone loves a before and after) to look back on fondly.

I quit my job a couple of weeks ago. Yeah! The plan is to work on some paid projects for a couple of months and use the time off to find another job that’s a bit more fulfilling – it’s ok being a code monkey, but I’ve been doing this stuff for the the past 6 years or something now so a change in direction (obviously in the same field – I’m not going to go and retrain as a plasterer) will be good for me. Besides, getting the fuck out of an office will be GREAT for me for a while so I don’t have to work alongside another Winter’s victims of bad diets. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Arrggh.

I’ve just had a weekend in Bratislava, Slovakia for a friend’s stag do – it was a pretty good trip all in all, we did the usual stag related activities (drinking Pilsner, eating, partying, strip joints), plus an activity I’d never done before – shooting guns.

Fuck yeah. I was really looking forward to this particular activity – you get driven out to a remote quarry with an English speaking guide, get some basic safety information, then are unleashed on a series of more powerful weaponry as the session goes on. We started off on Glocks firing 9mm bullets, which were ultimately my favourites (I’ve always preferred the idea of using a handgun) and moved up through Scorpion semi automatics, to AK47s, big ass shotguns and finally a sniper rifle.

The whole session was progressively scarier as the guns got bigger. Until you’ve held a gun with live ammunition in it, you don’t really realise how dangerous it feels. All in all, recommended if you can find somewhere that’s relaxed enough to let someone with no weapons training loose on heavy artillery.

Here’s me owning the targets with the Glock: