It's only Friday, lovely people!
Great start to the day quickly soured by the absolute fuck-tards that are Lloyds TSB. I spoke to them this weekend gone to make sure there was enough money going into my account to cover the standing orders and direct debits due this week. I'd even gone back into the branch and spoken to a 2nd cashier to make sure I had the correct information. I'm now receiving emails today advising me my payments haven't been made - I AM FUCKING SEETHING. Managed to get an early finish from work today, I'm going postal when I get to Lloyds this afternoon, it's one fuck-up after another with these incompetent w*&*ers.
Rant over, I'm not going to get stressed about it. They'll sort it I know they will..... - which they didn't.
Burger n cheeps for lunch. Although the lad serving said "They'll be ready in a minute", it took 10. So I got free chips. Result. Kind of.
Fingers crossed the rest of today does without spoiling it any more!!!!!
Got an early finish to go see Mr. Bank Manager and to file my umpteenth complaint. They're making it easier and easier to make me switch to another bank. HSBC maybe?
The branch manager couldn't even give me a straight answer even when I'd only asked the time. Feckin useless.
Off to the rents for tea though, fricassee - it's possibly one of my favourite dishes!
Tea was lush, washed down with some bubbly. Wor kid's got his keys for his hoose!
Mint. Went round for a deeks. Lush pad, chuffed for him. When's the BBQ?
Home, Battlefield3. Can't fault this shit. Three of us in a squad including mortar support, medic support and the three of us working together as a team. Whether it be carrying each other via transport, giving suppressing fire or reviving downed team-mates - sublime. We won most of our matches too so BONUS!
Did get a fright during one firefight, at dusk, I was hunched over a rock giving sniper support over our base when Leroy Jenkins came flying over my head. In a truck. Hahahaha - Leeeeeeeeeeroooooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyy Jeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnkiiiiiiiiiinnnnns!
PMSL
On it like a tank bonnet. Or summit.
Food; Sexy toast. 10 minute steak (I mean burger but the 'joke' fit). Fricassee.
Gripe; Don't get me started...
Game; All the COD games, rolled up into a big massive ball, injected with adrenaline then set on fire = Battlefield 3
Come get some!
