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The other interesting thing from the weekend was the return of Gladiators, officially third to Gamesmaster and The Crystal Maze as the greatest TV show of the 90’s, on Sky One. With hope of reviving old shows, I’m praying those two will make a comeback soon. But Sunday night it was Gladiators night, luckily, I managed to pugil stick my Dad off the remote which was on Songs of Praise at the time, to settle down to the return of Gladiators.

I’m not going to bother explaining it, as I’m sure you’re all aware how it works. But this year there were new Gladiators and the lure of new events lured me in.

It isn’t perfect, I compared it too much to the old one (the Roman classical music rather than soft rock annoyed me), and with the exception of Oblivion, the rest of the Gladiators are pretty - well - forgettable (and where are the attractive female ones? Not one of them is doable), and they just seemed a bit weaker in comparison to the oldies.

We’ll see anyway.

I did still enjoy it though, it was good fun for an hour on a Sunday. Will it maintain my interest for the next few weeks, we’ll see.

Did you see it? What did you make of it? And - (I fear Ryan may have asked this question before) - if you were a gladiator, what would be your name and why?

My name would be one to describe one aspect of my personage which I am good at (something which, unless you are both female and attractive, you’d never know). I was unsure whether to call myself a Dynamo or a Jackhammer, so I’ll just settle on Dynahammer!

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Pretty quiet weekend for me this weekend to be honest, I spent Saturday having a driving lesson, and went out for a bit on Saturday Night. Which was fun. It was one of those nights with a beer that you put the world to rights. Two main topics of conversation (well, there were 4, but 2 aren’t really for the general public) during my short visit to the pub were this.

The first is simple - why can’t you get turkey eggs? I mean, at first we thought that turkey eggs were too valuable to eat, but then I thought that once an egg is laid unfertilised, it can’t possibly become a turkey. Or can it? Or have I got the sexual systems of the Turkey completely wrong?

Secondly, we are in the playoffs part of the season, where four teams compete to be promoted to the Premier League. Now, when picking teams to go up from the Championship to the Premiership is easy. I like teams who have never been in the Premiership before to get promoted. So far, this year we have Stoke City (who have been already promoted) and either Bristol City or Hull City (who incidentally are the only football league club whose name you cannot colour in), who are both looking good for the playoffs. I think I’d prefer Bristol to go up from that group, if only because I’m not a big fan of Hull. Is this just me, or does anybody else feel as passionately about this as me? Who do you want to see promoted?

Anyway, it was a quiet day, and I ended up getting the bus home. Which, on the way home, got stuck on the corner, so I had to walk home.

Fantastic!

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This is why I shouldn’t be allowed on the internet drunk.

This post is for a new site which I have been busy making the past week, and which I would love you to join and contribute to you.

It’s primarily aimed at single people, but coupled people can join it too, it’s more aimed at bloggers, which I know a lot of you are.

Anyway - say hello to Shagablogger.com, the world’s first blogger dating site!

It all started last Friday, with a Twitter Update from Malin, who wanted to know where a single girly blogger goes to…ahemm…get a little bit of ‘action’. Immediately, my boddingtons assisted head spured into action and thought “hmmm! I know! A blogging dating site!”.

After a few domain name searches, I found Shagablogger, and snapped it up (my first ever .com! Go Me!).

Of course, the next morning came the hangover, and the thought of that it may have not been the best idea, luckily Han pestered me to keep it going, so after trying a number of scripts, I settled on one to build on.

4 days later, and the softest of soft launch on Twitter, and the site is live and kicking.

Basically it’s primarily going to be either a dating site with a networking side or a networking site with a dating side, I will be pushing the forums mainly, and hopefully integrating more stuff for bloggers, for them to find useful.

But I’d love it if you joined, posted a little on the forums, and just generally be merry!

And excuse the domain name, it is rather crass - though in the 3 days since launch I’ve found though crass = traffic  (more on that next week). Also, do you think it’s a good idea? Are there enough desperate single sexy bloggers out there to make it successful?

Right, see you monday!

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This is my second videopost on this blog, I talk about a super new project, rather cryptically, and about my driving theory test schenanegans.

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Forgive me, I’m angry.

After night and night and night of revision, I was all set for my theory. I got to Rhyl, walked into the test centre, and saw this:

Actually, that’s a lie. I didn’t see it, I was pointed to it by the oh so helpful lady at the desk (who incidentally, has a bit of a reputation for being a horrible public servant). “Well, if you’d read the letter properly, you’d have known to bring it!” was her retort, and did about as much to calm me down as amphetamines. I was panicking, I rang my mum, who had the undesirable task of finding my licence, sobering up enough to drive (she had a large glass of white wine, and was dangerously close to the limit), and driving into city centre Rhyl which is 10 miles away on shit roads in rush hour.

Needless to say, she declined, I mouthed off at her - using the f-word to her (which was only the second time ever, the first being when Liverpool won the European Cup) - and headed to inform the lady in an angrily mocking tone usually used for the phrase “Well we WOULD be doing it, but SOMEBODY fucked up!”
that I cannot sit the driving theory today because I had been an idiot.

I then went back to the station, and cried.

Seriously.

I know, I don’t often do it, hell the last time was at the end of Contiki, but I did it last night. I first thought that it was because I was embarrassed about my behaviour. Which is true, sure, yelling obsceneties down a mobile phone is rather common in Rhyl, just not from somebody as well dressed as me. Furthermore, despite the reputation that the DSA Rhyl receptionist is a royal pain in the arse, she did apologise and seem sincere to me (lord knows if I worked in that job, and had to deal with the knuckle dragging goits who habituate Rhyl on a daily basis - one of them who greeted the lady with “Ello darlin’ it’s me again” as I was leaving - I’d lose faith in humanity). But mainly I was just so frustrated that all the hard work over the past few days has come to naught. Instead of announcing today that I had passed my theory exam, or I failed, I’ve got this to announce.

I am a fuckwit. It’s true. I have the unbelievable ability to make flukes seem like I planned them, and hide stupid errors. Fact is I’m completely useless at organising things and generally. I always thought driving would show that my years of managing to bluff my way through lack of concentration and not being thorough would come back and bite me on the arse. I always thought it’d be when I’m at the wheel though, not preparing for an exam.

Luckily, there’s a few spaces left in the Bangor centre for next week. May as well as make my ability to royally make mistakes official.

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