Dr. Z
22-02-2008, 18:04
Last night something happened which caused me to have a very sleepless night (not in a good way) (which I wont go into), so this morning I overslept costing me valuable time that I needed to sort some stuff out.
Midway through sorting the horribly broken Shock Radio studio, I get a phonecall from my mum telling me my sister had broken down halfway between the Wirral and Manchester and could I go and help. My petrol situation is difficult at best, so I had to spend money I have set aside for food on helping her out. Turns out that the problem was her own idiocy (she poured an entire bottle of oil into her already full engine).
So I get going to go home to get to PeteMCs gallery exhibition when I suffer some oddness from the front end of my car - I have lost a droplink.
Get home eventually and we find out the Ka has failed its MOT. Excellent.
Getting some stuff out of the shed to fix the MR2 and the wind catches the shed door, knocking me over and completely covering my feet and the bottom of my jeans in jet-black white spirit. I have spare trousers but due to the earlier rush, the shoes on my feet were the only shoes I have with me (and they are now completely ruined). Yay!
So now I have less than an hour to fix my car, buy some shoes and then get ready and get over to cyk's exhibition.
Excellent.
Midway through sorting the horribly broken Shock Radio studio, I get a phonecall from my mum telling me my sister had broken down halfway between the Wirral and Manchester and could I go and help. My petrol situation is difficult at best, so I had to spend money I have set aside for food on helping her out. Turns out that the problem was her own idiocy (she poured an entire bottle of oil into her already full engine).
So I get going to go home to get to PeteMCs gallery exhibition when I suffer some oddness from the front end of my car - I have lost a droplink.
Get home eventually and we find out the Ka has failed its MOT. Excellent.
Getting some stuff out of the shed to fix the MR2 and the wind catches the shed door, knocking me over and completely covering my feet and the bottom of my jeans in jet-black white spirit. I have spare trousers but due to the earlier rush, the shoes on my feet were the only shoes I have with me (and they are now completely ruined). Yay!
So now I have less than an hour to fix my car, buy some shoes and then get ready and get over to cyk's exhibition.
Excellent.