"This is our policy, so no apologies please!"

Fuck personal politics.
Fuck them right in the arse.

I won't go into detail, but today's FireFight game seemed about fifty times longer than normal - And NOT in a good way - due to some shite that went down between some of the players, that had nothing whatsoever to do with the game. Another player had something going on that put HIM in a foul mood, but I still have no idea what that was about - Maybe game-related, maybe not.

I enjoy FireFight. I love playing Airsoft, and when a game goes well I get a real kick out of the fact that the players are enjoying it.
If a player has a problem with the game - If they feel that the rules aren't working in a round or whatever, then I'd like for them to come and TELL me so, instead of compounding the problem by not stepping out of the game to do so.
If I don't know there's an issue... how can I address it?

If a player has a problem NOT with the game - then that annoys me almost as much.
I've gotten to know most of the FireFight players to a reasonable level, and I'm happy to count many of them as friends.
So it's made all the harder when the player base threatens to factionalise due to interpersonal petty political rifts between patrons - Or to put it in layman's terms, "Shite going down."

Hopefully it's all been smoothed over - both parties tell me that that's the case.
But I really fucking hate being put in the position I was in on Sunday... Especially by mates.
If the person in question sees this, note that I'm not still angry about it, as I understand that what was said was said while extremely upset. But I'd really appreciate it if nothing of the sort ever happened again.
I'm allergic to barrels, so I don't like being over one at the best of times.



All of THAT crap aside, Sunday was actually GOOD.
The games that we did get in that were unmarred by politicking were a good laugh - Especially the Alamo games played along the way.
Roll on summer, and many more games of that quality or better.

Stuff, and some nonsense too.

Might as well take a moment to update this, since Kat's stuck in Glasgow and won't be back for another wee while.

I need to update more often, I know... But I keep either forgetting, or being distracted.
What's gone on of late?

Well, today saw Orev and myself over at FireFight Shotts trying to get started on fixing the road. Digging frozen road surface is not fun. Got a wee bit done, though.
Got home, fell asleep in bath... Kat had originally intended to meet Julie after her doc's appointment and be back up the road early-ish. Looks like they decided to go get some food, and Julie's pulled - Leaving Kat stuck waiting for the bloke, or something.
I hope they DID change their minds and go to a pub after all though, since the thought of Julie pulling in McDonald's or The Blue Lagoon is a bizarre one to say the least!

Anyhoo...
The weekend was alright - We ended up going out on Friday night, as Kat's plans evolved again from "Not going out" through "Getting a lift home from Dave" through "Going to the Pub to wait for Dave" to "We wanna go to the Cathouse! I'll have my Mum look after Morgan tonight instead of tomorrow".

INSTEAD OF, being the operative term here.


Evil One - Pt.1:
Saturday afternoon, 1pm. My Mum had already come over to pick Small up early in the morning... And the door's getting hammered.
I'm not expecting anyone, neither is Kat.
At the point when it sounded like keys were being hit off the door, I threw it open.
And there she is.

"Hi. Where's the wee one?"
"Umm... down at my Mum's."
"Oh. Bye!"

And with that, she buggers off. We'll come back to her later...


Saturday night [ EDIT - SUNDAY, EVEN! So what did we do on Saturday? :S ], Kat decided to nip out to the pub for a quick pint with Julie.
I decided to invite Semp, Vonnie, her wee boy Finn and Bobzilla over.

It was a good evening, all in all.
Some initial shyness from the kiddies was soon overcome, and before long they were breaking my Star Wars toys with unfettered glee :)
Got some amusing photos too, of them dancing to gash pop songs on TV. Gonna haveta remedy that habit before long. EDUCATION, EDUCATION, EDUCATION!

Kat and Julie arrived probably the back of 11, maybe 10, and we all hung out for a while longer.
Then everyone naffed off home.

I hope Bob didn't get lost this time.


Sunday - Can't remember much. I think we just did a spot of tidying and vegging out.
The afternoon passed pleasantly enough, until...

Evil One, Pt.2:
The phone rang.
It was Kat's mum in "Martyr Mode".

The same small section of conversation was repeated a few times, and consisted of an initial "Oh, are you talking to me now? You never phoned me back!" ( When she had never phoned in the first sodding place! ), followed by her usual mantra of "If it's too much trouble for me to take her on a Saturday, just say so!"... An obvious attempt to make US out as the bad people who don't let Granny see Morgan.

Which really annoys me, as it's pure bullshit.
What annoys me more is the way she continually makes Kat out to be a liar.

"You never said that I was to look after Morgan on Friday INSTEAD of Saturday."
Umm... Yes we did. Repeatedly. In front of at least 2 witnesses.

So if you want to go ahead and call THEM liars as well, you just feel free.
You're doing yourself no favours.

And as for:
"If you don-... If someone doesn't want me looking after the wee one, just say so! That's OK."

"Someone", eh?
Yeah, that would be me.

Again, you're unlikely to read this, but if you do - I don't mind you looking after Morgan. What I DO mind is your continual whining attempts to make Kat out a liar... And I take great exception to you going round Kat's family bad-mouthing me and her to them as well.
Or is THAT a lie too, and in actual fact you're only TELLING Kat that "Oh, I said X to your aunt, and she said Y... And that it's terrible that Z acts that way!"

I've said it in this blog before, and I'll say it again - You need to grow up.
For an old woman, you act like a child.
And the more it goes on, the more chance there is of me simply snapping and refusing to take it any more.

I only tolerate your shite because Kat asks me to.
But my patience is finite - Don't test it any more.

Oh, and if any of the rest of Kat's family should read this - Please not that I have no problem whatsoever with any of you.
And, indeed, would have no problem with her Mum were it not for her incessant lying and attempts to make herself out the martyr!

True, there's always the chance that I might be lying about this for some unfathomable reason... But then again, I've got no motive to do so. What I DO have... Is recorded phonecalls and bits of Webcam footage that prove which of us is the liar.

It better stop soon... Or she'll find that she WON'T be getting cut any slack any more.



Right. Now that's out of the way...
We now return you to our normal programming.

*Dum dum, doo doo dee doodoo...*

I'm a beaten man... A victim of violence!

I meant to mention this earlier.

This morning, I got up and went to the bathroom.

I looked into the mirror.
After a few seconds, I focussed on the mirror ( Hey, it was early. )

What did I see?
A line of blood, running from my ear to the corner of my mouth.

This concerned me somewhat, as blood's generally supposed to be INSIDE me. This particular trickle clearly hadn't gotten the memo on that tradition.

What had happened? Why was I bleeding?
Well, why had I BEEN bleeding, I should say, since it was kinda dried on...

My first guess was that I'd snagged my ear-hook on the pillow, and torn my ear.
But my ear felt fine. And that usually doesn't bleed - It just stings a bit and goes crusty.

I decided to ponder it while I went about my daily ablutions...

Then, as the mouthwash sent me into paroxysms of searing agony ( Well, almost... ), it hit me.
No pun intended.

The blood hadn't been coming FROM my ear at all!
It had gone TO my ear from the vicinity of my stingy stingy mouth!

I remembered it all now, with the clarity of a man who's life flashes before his eyes in the split seconds between the train wheel touching the back of his neck, and the train wheel touching the track under his throat...
I. Remembered.


Kat had only bloody gone and smacked me full-bloody-force in the gob in the middle of the night, hadn't she?

She must have been having a nightmare or something, because she was flipping herself like a pancake every few minutes - with an annoyed grunt each time. ( No, an ACTUAL annoyed grunt. Not an "Annoyed Grunt". She wasn't bouncing into the air and going "D'OH!" )

After one particularly impressive flip ( I scored it an 8.5, let down only by the fact that she failed to execute a perfect cheek-to-pillow interface upon landing. ), she went to adjust her pillow - and as I said... Punched me in the mouth.

I must have rolled over - probably grumbling something incoherent about "If I'm gonna get hit, then I'll take it in the skull rather than the teeth...".
The tiny cut must have bled, and I must have drooled blood down my face and into my ear.

Lovely.

I also need to do something about my mattress.
There's about a 3" strip down my side ( Dunno about Kat's ) that just drops to nothing... So I keep almost falling out of bed!

Maybe I need a hammock...

Slacker, slacker, SLACKER!

Yeah, well, sorry... :p

Not really been up to THAT much of interest, until tonight :)

I've now been confirmed as one of the DJs at the new night starting in April, in the Arches.
Church Of Noise.
The name is a complete coincidence, but I think it's a good omen ;)

The current plan is for it to be a monthly night, with three bands on from 9pm... Then a club night running from ~11:30pm until 3am.
Tentatively, I'll be opening up with another DJ taking over for an hour or so from about midnight. Then I'll finish off.
I imagine that this arrangement will change depending on crowd response.


In other news, I've now got three potential private hire games on at FireFight.
In reverse order of concrete-ness...

One of my mates who works at the Garage nightclub as a steward wants to bring 30 of his cohorts along for a day's play.
30 bouncers? With guns?
And some regular players who may well have been KBed in the past?
Should be a laugh.

A young lad of about 15 wants to bring 30 of HIS mates along. If all goes to plan, we'll use this opportunity to try out a VERY long game, with multiple objectives and rolling medics/spawns.

And finally...
A friend of mine works at a centre for "Trouble(d) Young People".
8 15 year olds from which are booked for a private hire game in March, along with three staff members.
Apparently, they need "A kick up the arse, and to learn some discipline."
This. Should. Be. Fun.

Time to publish this. There may be more later on...

Not had much time / energy to Blog properly... so here's a playlist.

I'll post a proper update later on...

The idea here is to come up with a track for each letter of the alphabet, as nicked from Dave's blog.

Alien Ant Farm - Movies
Bloodhound Gang - Mope
CKY - Flesh Into Gear
Dust Brothers - Tyler Says
earthtone9 - tat twam asi
Fear Factory - Demanufacture
Gorillaz - 19-2000
HED( P.E. ) - Darky
Incubus - You Will Be A Hot Dancer
Junkie XL - Underachiever
Kill II This - Faith Rape
Life Of Agony - Weeds
Mad Capsule Markets - Gaga Life
Nine Inch Nails - Burn
Ocean Machine - Life
Pop Will Eat Itself - Everything's Cool?
Queens Of The Stone Age - No One Knows
Rammstein - Adios
Static-X - Love Dump
Tori Amos - Past The Mission
U2 - The Fly
V.A.S.T. - Touched
White Zombie - Supercharger Heaven
Xenon II Soundtrack - Megablast ( I know, I cheated :p )
Zimmer's Hole - Death To The Dodgers Of Soap.