Andrew's beach front bar

I don't like football.

I am no less of a man because of it.

I like sex

and beer

and Rum

and Vodka

and Jack Daniels

and pies

and chips

and kebabbs

and women

and breasts

and sex toys

and slasher movies

and erm.....*whispers* Holby city!!!

Borrowed from Terri_R

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

Better trim that goatee boy!

2. Favorite planet?

Earth ....... never been to another!

3. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

Number with held!

4. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?

Summertime

5. Do you “label” yourself?

No why? What are people saying?

6. What does your watch look like?

A clock!

7. What were you doing at midnight last night?

If i told you my wife would kill me!

8. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

New o2 tones avaliable...

9. What's a word or phrase that you say a lot?

"Whatever"

10. Last furry thing you touched?

my cats

11. Favorite age you have been so far?

Now

12. Your worst enemy?

confidence. Damn him!

13. What is your current desktop picture?

Finland

14. What was the last thing you said to someone?

"sorry".(cant explain further)

15. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?

Fly. I could earn a fortune.

16. Are you in love with someone?

Yes

17. The last song you listened to?

Billie Jean, Jacko- its on the radio now

18. What time of day were you born?

early hours

19. What's your favorite food?

chips, chips, chips.....

20. Where did you live in 1984?

Bramley in Rotherham

21. Are you jealous of anyone?

lots of people....

22. Is anyone jealous of you?

why would they be?

23. Where were you when 9/11 happened?

At work in our shop in Rotherham.

24. Do you consider yourself kind?

I try to be

25. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?

If i did, my arm.

26. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?

Klingon

27. Would you move for the person you loved?

To the ends of the earth.

28. What's your life motto?

Good thing come to those at the front of the queue. The best things in life cost a fortune.

29. What's your favorite town/city?

Brockenhurst in Hampshire- used to hloiday there with my parents as a kid.

30. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?

Last week, my friend in Germany.

31. Can you change the oil on a car?

No, I cant even drive a car!

32. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?

Nothing for about twenty years

33. Do you collect anything?

Post cards

34. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?

Last November, Bond Premier in Leeds.Black tie do.My wife won the tickets on the radio.

35. Have you been burned by love?

yes!

If ever I did at all. I dont seem to have had very much to say for some time, and was wondering what was the point of having a blog is i wasnt going to say anything worth saying.

I was trying to rack my brains this morning, determined that i was going to post something today, but my mind was empty (Nothing new there I here you cry), and then it was handed to me on a platter.

I was witness to something, that shocked me, no appalled me, but then led me to tyhe awfull realisation that I was becoming a snob.

A woman, whos age i would not like to guess, wearing a low cut, figure hugging top, that must have been at least two sizes to small, walking along with two small children in tow. The children, i'm guessing were beteween 5 and 6 years old. They were shouting,no, screaming, running off in front, hitting each other.

The woman, I asume the mother (If she was a child minder she is in the wrong job), fag in gob, on mobile stopped walking.

"Oy." She screamed at the children. "Fucking dick heads. Get yer sens ere now or else."

The children took no notice.

"Mercedes." the woman screamed. "Britney. get fucking ere naw yer pair a wankers."

Everyone was looking, me included, and i was thinking 'poor kids, having to live with that.' And i thought, 'Thank god they are not my neighbours.'

i heard an inner voice ask, "when did you become such a snob?"