Mirv's Blog

Well, it's a sorry state of affairs, this site. I've literally done sod all in months. That is solely down to the fact that I'm addicted to Facebook. This receives and displays the latest updates in my life in a succinct fashion, and allows me to interact freely with my friends and aquaintences. If you're on there and aren't friends with me, you should probably poke me!

House: Still on the market. Not really sure what's going on there. I'm past caring. If it sells, I'll move. If not, I'll move anyway, but be less rushed in doing so.

Fitness: Strength is up, but i've not got to shed plenty of body fat. Same old story like. Now it's just a case of fitting everything around my job.

Job: Still at BT. Not much to say there really. It almost pays the bills.

It's been nice to see so many friends over the summer, however briefly. I've not managed to get away this summer due to the aforementioned bills to pay, but plenty of people have stopped by Wirral to check in with family etc. Which is lovely :-)

Unless I can think of any reason to the contrary, I might close this site when the domain contract runs out. It served it's purpose as a host for pictures and what not. At the very least, it's raison d'etre will change. Any suggestions, hit the Contact Me button in the left menu bar.

Stay off the crack, kids, it'll break your mother's back.

My, it's been a while hasn't it?!

Let's catch up with news. I did actually finish my driveway. Before and after pics will be in the gallery soon, as will some nice photos from the last few months.

But why haven't I updated the site for so long? Well, I've been working for a living. I say working.... If you scroll down to my last update you'll see I got a job with BT but was pretty unsure about what my job title meant. Well, it's tech support for all BT business products, but mainly Mobile phones and Broadband. I was delighted to receive a promotion in February to "floorwalker" which means I wander about helping the other analysts. They're all good, so I'm not particularly busy. But then neither are they. C'est la vie. The TA is still ongoing but I don't get there as often as i'd like. I'll be looking towards a promotion there too, but first I need to do grade exams on the Sax. I only need to do grade 5, but I'll probably go for 8 if I can be bothered practicing my scales. Photos of me in uniform will be added to The Gratuitous Hall of Mirv in the gallery in about a month when my new scarlets are approved by my commanding officer.

"Mirv, weren't you losing loads of weight?" I hear you cry. Well yes, I was. Then I got a job. For some reason, you don't burn as many calories sitting at a desk as you do ripping up 50 tonnes of driveway without machinery. But despite this I'm making slow and steady progress but building some new muscle too.

New Year. Generally a time when I pretend not to get all excited about "just another night" passing. I spent it with friends at Jessi's house. It was jolly nice. To be honest, almost 4 months have passed and all I can remember is copious amounts of cider. I may also have kissed Gaz just after midnight.

Oh yes, my birthday has passed as regular as clockwork (well, slightly more regular if you're being pedantic). I turned 25 at the end of February and celebrated this with the Hope sisters and Katie's boyfriend in Chester. I had a splendid time, thank you girls (and Oliver). Again with the gallery, despite the photos of me being dreadful.

Moving. Well, possibly. It looks like we've finally got a buyer for Mirv Towers. All being well, we'll be homeless by July. I have a tent, and nobody's back garden is safe. I'm looking at YOU, Jessi. Ensuite Foozball arena! ;-)

Single.... But actually dating for a change.

So yeah. Sorry i left it so long. I'll update sooner next time. Promise. XxX

So, I'd completely forgotten about this blog until I watched a programme about the internet last night detailing such things as: the invention of the internet by Tim Berners Lee, growth of wikipedia, the unique and obscure rise and rise of Arctic Monkeys and the blogs of ordinary people. So, it prompted me to write this. I have to say though, it's not compelling me to write daily entries, I just can't be bothered.

So back to me, cos that's why you're here isn't it?! I've gotten myself a job. I'm to be a Servicedesk Analyst on a commercial helpdesk for a BT Manpower contract. No, I don't know what it means either, but I'll find out on my first day, Monday.

Such is often the case in life, you wait around for something and then two come along at once. I have two jobs. This one is rather a hobby though. I've joined the Territorial Army. But don't worry, dear readers, I'm not off to Basra just yet! I was enlisted as a musician. This will basically mean that I can get my fingers working again on whichever instrument they want me to play, and get paid for the priviledge. And yes, I've got a uniform. It's nice.

Single.

I've been getting into my books recently. Such is the free time of the voluntarily unemployed. I've just finished Tony Hawks' 'A Piano In The Pyrenees.' It's a comfortable progression from his earlier works: 'Round Ireland With A Fridge' 'Playing The Moldovans At Tennis' and 'One Hit Wonderland.' You should read it.

I'm sensing that I'm just advertising things today. I'll stop that now.

Those that know me best. No, those that know me, or actually have simply heard of me know I'm easily pleased. Which is why Paramount Comedy Channel (I'll stop advertising in a minute) has been my saviour. King Of Queens, starring Kevin James (Albert Brennaman in hitch) and the beautiful Leah Rimini (various sitcoms including playing Stacey Tortelli in Saved By The Bell). Not to mention Scrubs, Frasier, That 70's Show and Seinfeld. But Ijust mentioned them, so why did I say "not to mention?" Hmmm.

The driveway is almost finished. I've been fighting against inclement weather. Sand, by its very nature is somewhat absorbent, which makes levelling and laying blocks on it a nightmare. No matter, we've only got a step and a bit of edging to do and it's done. And I'm proud.

I went to the Doctors yesterday with a bit of lettuce hanging out of my arse. The Doctor said "Hmmmm, bad news. That's just the tip of the iceberg!"

I'll get my coat.

Although you wouldn't think it! I've spent the last 2 weeks demolishing the garden at the front of Mirv Towers, and have been stopped by inclement weather ONCE! I'm hoping this mild summery Autumn continues and that we're in for a mild Winter too.

The driveway. So yeah, I could've hired some machinery, but it's done me the world of good to go at the concrete old skool with sledge hammer and pick axe. Not least for getting me outside and doing something, but also from a fitness point of view. A bit of hard graft never killed anyone (not strictly true). During October I'm basically going to block pave it. Then we can put a sign up and sell the place.

Job news. Yeah, I've applied for a couple of jobs in new directions. No news about them yet. Mainly because I didn't apply until yesterday.

Social news. Gym, cinema, pub, restaurant. These are places I have been with people. Nothing noteworthy.

I'm due a nice big tax refund. Waiting for the cheque, then I'm goin shopping...or to France. One or the other.

Health regime is going great guns. Work in progress though.


I can't cope with Smarties not being in a cylinder. It's not right. It's not proper. Lots of healthy food doing the rounds. It's good. No more fat kids, although Chunk will always be my favourite child movie star.

Richard Hammond. That was some bad shit. Jeremy Clarkson summed it up beautifully as ever.


Who are the coolest people in the hospital? The Ultrasound people. Good Byte.

Been a while, hasn't it?

For some reason, I tend to write these updates when I've got nothing better to do, am bored, low, tired, whatever. Ho hum, I'll battle on.

I requalified for Merseyside Police during August and they gave me a start date. I didn't start. I left the Police Sevice for very good reasons last time, and realised I'd only reapplied because my job in security was SO shit. So, I find myself nowenjoying the leisure time I didn't have over the previous 6 months.

I discovered recently that my bathroom scales had been weighing me light. Had the Force Physician weighed me himself, I would've been rejected from the Police on medical grounds. TO this end, I'm doing my best to lose body fat and peserve lean body mass, with the negative effect that I've actually gained 4lb in 2 weeks. I AM slimmer, and my body is beginning to look more human, but I'm rather hopeful that I don't just turn fat to muscle. I'd quitelike to be a little smaller too!

Home news and the lodgers are off. Sarah moved out about 2 weeks ago and Will shall be gone on Wednesday, with his stuff going on Saturday. It's been a challenge to cohabit with people I wouldn't choose to socialise with, not to mention that fact that I fundementally disagree with their principles and motivation to work over the past year.

We're now, finally, looking to spruce the place up and get it sold. My parents STILL don't know what they'll do with regard to emmigration and/or buying property here. What IS certain, however, is that I won't be living with them a second more than is necessary. There are certain freedoms that I can't enjoy whilst living under this roof, and it's high time I gained complete independence.

Social news. Yeah, right! Saw a few folk over the weekend whilst Benjamin was down from Leeds. Last week we celebrated Nathan's birthday with a chinese in Bebington. Er, no, that's pretty much everything out of the ordinary. Oh, I've ceased drinking alcohol until Christmas at least.

If I've missed anything out. Sorry. I really an't be hooped with that "thinking" lark.

Stay off the chems.

another increase on the overdraft. Oh how I love my poorly paid job. My payrise has failed to materialise for the 3rd successive pay day. I simply cannot wait to enter the gainful employment of Her Majesty, not least because my monthly pay will effectively double for doing 1/3 less work! Easy maths!

So, what news to report? Well, to be fair, nothing much. I'm working around 70 hours a week, all nastily split up so I get very little time to myself (ala Goppo) and when I do, I'm catching up on the sleep I miss by getting up early the other days. Ho hum. I've seen a bit of Mike, Tony, Saz, Daisy and of course Des. But not nearly enough, it has to be said. Still, not long to go eh?!

Weather's nice! It appeared to at once turn summery when June commenced. I'm not knocking it. I'm already changing to a nice shade of shite and since we northerners don't have a hosepipe ban in place, I'll be washing my car just to bask in the spray from the jet washer!

What else, what else? Oh, the house has been done up a bit. Which is nice. With any luck we might sell it this year. Either way, when my job changes I'll finally be getting my own place! WOO! There's no denying I've got a cushy number living here, but it's time for a LOT more independance...oh, and parties!

Oh, I'm tired. If I think of anything else to tell you...I'll remember to update this...then forget...and then realise it's been like 8 weeks and eventually update and forget what I was going to write in the first place. B'ah well.

Hello to everyone who's bothered to stop by. I've literally been inundated with.....an e-mail asking me to update! Oh, please feel free to leave comments...they Do come to my inbox before they get published due to some viral entries in the past. ... but I'll still publish the usual insults!

Toodles. X

Well, readers, I'm fully into the swing of this new-fangled "work" lark. So much so that in looking back over my clocked hours, I worked 250 hours in March. Near enough 1/3 of all time spent working. In hindsight, not a massive amount (average working week equaling 160 hours a month) but to go from 0-250 was a major shock to the system. It basically means I have virtually NO social life and no time to spend my wages. I can't decide whether or not that's good.

My umming and ahhing over what to do with my life after leaving the evil police of doom frustrated me a great deal these last few months, and starting a proper job has cleared my mind a lot and caused me to focus on my job aspirations, achievable targets and job satisfaction. With that in mind, I phoned Merseyside Police today and told them I want to join their ranks. The ball is rolling on that one. I have a meeting next Thursday at HQ in Liverpool. This will mean operational policing, being a proper copper, rather than a plastic one. I have aspirations to specialise after my 2 years probation too, but we're a little far off from discussing those here and now!

News on Mirv Towers is that we've received an offer to purchase the ultimate party venue, predictable below the asking price, but we pay people to sort those things out, so hopefully the proverbial ball is a-rolling! Anyone wanting to welcome a burly security guard who gets up at 4am for work into a vacant room in their house in the near future, let me know!

FITNESS!! Yeah, still working on that one! There's progress. It's slow, but it's there. When I truly get my head round it, I might even include some stats on here. Not just now though, they ain't too impressive!

What else shall I blather on about? Hello to everyone at 12 quays. Especially to Gail, who makes a crackin cup of char! I bought a Jet Washer today after about 4 years of wanting one. Naturally I've opted for the industry leaders Kärcher with their trademark yellow plastic. I just hope our water pressure is good enough to use it. Hello to the South East of England! How's that hose pipe ban going? ;-)

In just 9 short days it will be the 1st anniversary of owning my current car (oh, how I loathe it) and naturally of M1RVX, my ostentacious registration plate. Reckon I'll give the old girl a wash and blow dry for her birthday.

It's been lovely to have some uni-type friends about recently, and I look forward to seeing some more of you guys over Easter.

FYI If you swallow chewing gum, it harmlessly passes through your digestive system in-tact (much like fibre) and out in your stool. The 7 year myth, is how long it would take the HCl in your stomach to break it down if it DID stay there. Your best bet is to trash it, but don't spit it on the fucking street, or stick it on things. I hate that.

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