Tuesday 10th January - Blog Number 100!

Today, as if you hadn't heard about it, marks the 100th instalment of 'Reasons To Be Cheerful'. Oh yes! I have managed to entertain and inform my loyal audience for 100 consecutive days. You, dear reader, have now been akin to my thrilling adventures and inner most thoughts for over a quarter of a year. It seems I am nothing if not entirely self-obsessed.

Looking back over the days, weeks and months it seems that a high percentage of the days I have been drunk at some point or another, which is quite impressive since for most of the time I have also been without a source of income. I would therefore like to take this opportunity to thank to the Government, who I am certain will be reading this, for supplying the money to keep me fuelled up during those dark days. Big up to you guys, keep up the good work - I may be needing you again very soon. 

Elsewhere in this barely detailed account of the last hundred days of my life, I have recounted to you tales of the gigs I've played, discussed various bodily functions, and almost exposed myself to the postman twice.

You will undoubtedly be glad to hear that I actually managed to sleep for a few hours last night, which made my day at work today all the more tolerable. By all accounts, I was like a barely intelligible giggling coke addict at band rehearsal last night, barely keeping in time and talking utter crap with a spaced out look on my face. This perhaps gave the lads an insight as to how I might be after a few days if we ever went on tour together. It was probably tedious and after a while very grating and repetitive, a bit like a subscription to 'Reason's To Be Cheerful'.

They've started to let some members of the agency staff at work go now, as the project we are working on is reaching its end. Somehow I seem to have managed to dodge the first cull, and have been told that there could still be work until March for some people, but I get an idea I could be let go by the end of January. Which is a shame. I've only just started to get to know some of the people there, and it seems a shame for it to stop just as I've got used to it. But that is the nature of temporary work I suppose.

One guy who was let go, an Italian man, seemed so shocked that his post was finishing today that he just walked around the office in a daze for about 20 minutes until he was asked to leave. It was like he'd just been informed that his entire family had just been killed in a horrific car accident somewhere, such was is obvious distress. I felt like nudging him and saying, 'Get over it mate, it's only a temp job!', my hand being stayed by the thought that he actually might have just found out his entire family had died in a horrific car accident and been let go from his temp job. How was I to know? What a shit day today must have been for him.