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Happy Christmas! [25 Dec 2004|09:57am]
[ mood | joyful ]

Happy Christmas Everyone!

Haven't got any time to write anything else, Cameron's coming with me to see my mum and Bernie and Natahn if he hasn't run back home for the new playstation (or rattle) his parents are almsot certainly going to bribe him back with.

Anyway, gotta go. Hope everyone has a fab day.
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Shopping [23 Dec 2004|06:01pm]
[ mood | content ]

And Christmas shopping is finally done. Remind me never to leave it this late again. Or go Christmas shopping with Alexander-'oh Vince, that would look perfect on you, here, just try it on' Perry again. It's just too much fun. I not only own about five new sets of clothes (chosen mainly by Alexander) but about £50 worth of stuff I don't need. We spent about half an hour in The Early Learning Centre, pretending to look for things for Alexander's second cousin (once removed on his mother's side) and actually just playing with the small flashing things that said 'for ages 3 and up' on them.

...I also bought a train set. Nothing like Stuart's obviously, it's small and made of interconnecting wood, but I really like it. Alexander bought one of those pink mirrors that tell you how fabulous you are which was a bit annoying because that's what I was going to get him for Christmas. Still... at least I know it was a good gift.

I also have something for Cameron that isn't just socks (thanks for that suggestion mum, but I don't think so). I've got him a livejournal *beams* both a thoughtful and above all FREE present. Can't wait to show him.

Christmas is going so well this year (if we ignore Stuart showing up yesterday whilst I was covering the deli over lunch [i.e. wearing the world's stupidest looking paper hat] and refusing to leave for over an hour). I'm even starting to like that tree :)

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[21 Dec 2004|07:40pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

princess_savage aka. Alexander's back again. Apparently, he left his job because they made him work on Saturday evening. I mean honestly. No wonder he doesn't have any money. He's staying in my house this time because it is Christmas and I thought I'd give Stuart a break, even if he doesn't deserve it.

It's nice though, having someone around the house, even if he has insisted on redecorating my bedroom (I caught sight of some purple paint yesterday)(I live in fear) and even though I can't actually fit anything else in my kitchen any more because there are so many boxes of Coco-Pops and bottles of vodka. He's bought us a Christmas tree as well, very thoughtful, or at least it would be if... well, guess what colour it is.

Luminous Pink. I didn't think they made them like that, but apparently Debenhams is the place to go.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

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[19 Dec 2004|08:02am]
[ mood | great ]


It was alot better :)

He's still asleep. Looks much younger whilst he's sleeping actually. Slightly mussed. Very nice.

And only one of my tapes is broken beyond repair and it's just old episodes of the street so who cares?

Something's finally going right *smiles happily* Better wake him up, don't want to be late for work.

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Daleks [18 Dec 2004|04:32pm]
[ mood | apologetic ]

Oh, and Stuart I owe you an apology. You remember I went home with the bloke, Gareth, yesterday? Well, I was up till four in the morning watching 'Genesis of the Daleks' with him (that's the one where we learn about the origin of the daleks, which is actually a lot more complicated that just 'davros' actually, but anyway).

If I'd wanted to watch Doctor Who last night I wouldn't have gone to Via Fossa, I would've just stayed at home like a loner. He insisted on telling me what was going on as well, all the way through it, as if I didn't know.

And you know what's really annoying? He doesn't even own 'Genesis of the Daleks'. He's not even a proper fan.

Although when we finally shagged I found myself wishing we were still watching the mutatation of the kaleds. Ugh. I bet he learned to snog from porn films. He was actually licking my face...


Tonight's date with Cameron better be a lot better.

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Dating [18 Dec 2004|04:03pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

Just called Cameron again, even though our 'date' last night was... well it was... so odd. We didn't even shag. Just sat and talked.

Or at least, I talked at about a million miles an hour about complete crap and Cameron sat opposite me, smiling at me as if to say "you're a total twat but that's alright."

I think I spent twenty minutes talking about starters. I mean, I don't usually have starters obviously, unless I'm out with Stuart's clients which, thank God, has only happened a couple of times because it's always awful, but that's no excuse. Actually last time I went anywhere that served starters, Stuart and I went to this really posh restaurant with some people from Next. I was half way there and quite looking forward to it when Stuart casually mentioned that he'd told everyone I was his brother. I spent the whole evening talking about my "quaint" irish childhood in this dreadful accent and trying to explain why Stuart and I looked nothing alike. I don't think anyone even asked me about it, I just started going on. They quite liked me though actually. I still have Meryl's number, call her occasionally and tell her how things are going in the Jones household.

Anyway, it wasn't that bad last night, partly because Stuart wasn't there and partly because Cameron knew I was Vince Tyler, assistant supermarket manager and not Stuart's brother/hairdresser/moral adviser. And teh food was really nice and he was nice as well, even though he was really old and... Stuart, I've just remembered: I've lost my phone. Well, I know where it is, but unless Dane takes up scuba diving I'm not gonna get it back any time soon. Sorry.

Hopefully tonight will be better, it's my date so I get to chose what we're doing. I'm thinking Via Fossa at the moment. Stuart, you going? If you are I'll see you there. Perhaps I'll even be able to behave like a normal person. One who isn't obsessed with starters.

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Date [17 Dec 2004|07:26pm]
[ mood | surprised ]

... I have a date.

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Hungover [16 Dec 2004|01:03pm]
[ mood | sick ]

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I hate the world.

I should've phoned in sick. Feel so ill.

And I miss Stuart. I'm going to call him. Soon.

Drukn [16 Dec 2004|05:45am]
[ mood | drunk ]

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Vrey druun. Dnncing fun. Saw Staurt,/ dncing like a twwat. Hehehe. So fnnny. Dnto eend hom at akk. Shwing him. Ha.

Waiting [15 Dec 2004|07:28pm]
[ mood | waiting ]

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Coronation Street should be on in a bit. I'm just.... waiting around again.

Perhaps I should phone him. He's never going to phone me.

Although that makes me look a bit sad, it's his fault. He should be ringing me.

I'll wait. It's about time Stuart did something. Besides... I don't need him to call me. I can go out on my own.

Show him I don't need him, to have a good time.

And now I'm lying to myself. Great. Fantastic. Ooh... it's starting.

Stupid life [14 Dec 2004|02:16pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

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In my fucking room! With fucking Nathan-I'm-a-fucking-stalker-and-now-I-live-with-Vince's-mum-isn't-it-great?! He doesn't even like Nathan. Bastard. Fucking, stupid, shagging bastard.

And he hasn't called me for the last week to apologise either. I've spent the last four evenings watching Doctor Who on my own, alone, because if I go out I'll just apologise to Stuart for running out on him after Phil's funeral, which was shit, alright?

Talking to Phil's mum was actually the worst idea I've ever had and I've had some fairly crap ideas in the past including, oh I don't know, befriending Stuart-I'm a cunt-Jones.

I wish he'd just call me.

Long absence [14 Dec 2004|02:11pm]
[ mood | great ]

Sorry I haven't posted for ages but nothing interesting's happened really.

Phil's funeral wasn't bad, my reading went Ok and since then I've been very busy at work, they're letting me actually do important things at the moment, like ordering in next year's stock and hiring new staff.

In fact, in general, I've been very busy and important.

That's why I haven't posted, because I've been so busy.

Everything's great.

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[09 Dec 2004|10:50am]
Not fired (yet) but I will be if anyone sees me on here again. I've already had an official warning... actually I should probably go.

Just a quick reminder: Stuart, Phil's funeral is tomorrow. You're supposed to be driving me there so don't forget. I know you don't want to go, but this isn't a volentary thing. It starts at eleven.
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Christmas Party [06 Dec 2004|08:50pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

Oddly enough today wasn't actually that bad. We had some sort of meeting in the morning about the rising sales of organic food groups (again)(that's the third in the last two months: it wasn't that interesting the first time) but apart from that it all went pretty quickly, very odd considering I was still slightly hung over. I think I still am actually. Apparently I've become so used to staying sober and driving the jeep home that when Stuart actually orders a cab so I can drink I'm gone in about an hour.

*grins* Still, it's much cheaper that way so I suppose I can't complain.

Christmas party at work tonight... in about ten minutes. I've managed to get out of it every single year so far (my mum keeps coming down with flu right at the last minute, which is understandable in winter) but Rosalie bought me a ticket last week and insisted I take it so I have to go now.
Straight music... what have I let myself in for?

At least Stuart's coming as well... he'll probably try and shag one of the managers but they're mostly balding, married and homophobic so it might be alright, although that's never stopped him before. He doesn't know where to stop. Or doesn't care.

Oh my God, I'm going to get fired tonight, aren't I? Please Stuart, don't do anything to get me fired. Please. I'll never try to tell you about the creation of the daleks again. I know you don't believe me but I don't want to be a house boy.

Not that he'll read this until after whatever awful thing has happened.

Actually, I wonder where he is. He should be here by now. I called him an hour ago to make sure he was coming and he said he was leaving right away which means he probably set out about 5 minutes ago.
I bet he's forgotten... No, he can't have. Not even Stuart can forget something in under an hour. Must just be late. Again.

I wonder if there'll be nibbles. God I bet there will be. Organic nibbles ;) A really classy event all round....

Where the fuck is he?

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[05 Dec 2004|03:15pm]
The funeral's booked. It's this Friday.

And I have to read something.

In fact, I'm the only person reading something.

And guess what I'm reading *smiles* it's going to be funny.

Well, it'd be funny if it wasn't me looking like a total twat on Friday, as it is I'll probably have to spend the rest of my life with a bag over my head but there we are.

Phil didn't want lots of people crying at his funeral. I guess that's why I don't feel as sad as I should, it's still a bit of a laugh. He arranged it and all. It's like he's still here, laughing at me.


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Phil [02 Dec 2004|10:11am]
[ mood | horrified ]

Phil's dead.

His mum phoned me last night.

Apparently it was days ago and I didn't know, I thought he'd just gone to London or something.

Why didn't I go over there when he didn't answer his phone? Why didn't I make sure he got home alright?

Because no one ever does that, Phil would've just thought I was stalking him.

Fuck, this isn't my fault... I know it's not.

But it feels like it is.

I can't believe it.

Phil's really gone.

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Day off [30 Nov 2004|10:18am]
[ mood | alone ]

And I've finally got the day off. Absolutely knackered.

Interestingly, I'm here, on my day off, looking around my flat and, for some reason, Alfred doesn't seem to be here. How odd. That hasn't happened for at least a month.

I quite miss him actually. It was nice having company even if the company didn't answer back.

God, I'm sad. I miss a baby.

Stuart, are you working today? If not can we do something? I don't mind what, but at the moment I'm just sitting here on my own, not doing anything. Please.

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Friday [29 Nov 2004|10:46am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Well, last Friday was a bit shit as well (what is it about Friday's?) We all know about Jonathan 'I've got Brazilian beach paracites in my arse, shall I get a taxi?' and its not even funny so I'll just move on. Phoned Stuart's answerphone which now just says "hi Vince, leave a message." Presumably Stuart doesn't actually give his number out to anyone else. I'd be flattered to be so singled out but instead he just gives them mine.

It's true! Last night I had five messages: One from mum "Vinny, I need some more loo roll, could you pick some up from me? Thanks. Oh and you left your wallet here, do you want it back?", one from Stuart "Vince, where the fuck are you?" and three from various people looking for Stuart: "Hi, is this Vince? This is Sebastian," "Hello... Vince, isn't it? I'm looking for Stuart, this is Jake," "Stuart hi. This is Mark. Give me a call."

I've written down the numbers Stuart if you want them but Mark in paticular seems like a bit of a twat (he didn't even know who was calling for God's sake. Don't you tell them?) anyway. They're there if you want them.

Where was I? Ah yes. Phoned Stuart's answering machine and just sort of sat there for a while. I don't know how long I would have done that for, probably all night, but fortunately Dane phoned to tell me he'd fallen from a building and would I take him to hospital?

Made me feel alot better about my evening actually *Grins* Dane's arms in a sling but it isn't broken so everything ok.

Worked all Saturday and slept most of Sunday. Back at work again today. I'm going to be so rich at the end of this month (ha).

Actually, I should be going. Will just call Phil to find out if he's free for lunch. Bit boring sitting on my own.

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Fuck [27 Nov 2004|11:59pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

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Even bloody Nathan's onto me. I guess he can see himself in me.

Oh my God, I'm like Nathan.

Well... at least I don't have a Stuart icon, that makes me feel slightly better. I'm not quite that sad.

Planet of the Daleks! [26 Nov 2004|04:25pm]
[ mood | planet of the daleks! ]

Finally out of work. Turns out I wasn't supposed to be off yesterday at all so they made me come in at six this morning to make up for it. Ned was off ill or something and after doing his shift this morning I'm not surprised. In fact he's lucky not to be dead. I had to wake up at five o'clock this morning... that just shouldn't be allowed. They should have phoned me. I would have come in.

Six o'clock.


Fortunately Ned should be back in next week, thank God. Will just sit here until we go out and watch my new PLANET OF THE DALEKS VIDEOS! They're in colour and everything. The BBC don't even have these versions. I've been looking for them for ages. I was starting to think they didn't exist.

Stuart, do you remember standing in that queue outside the con for five hours that time? November? Really cold? Lots of Doctor Who fans? Well, anyway, we were waiting for these, just in case the odd looking bloke dressed as Leela (I know) hadn't been lying to me.

Obviously, they didn't have any, nobody does, and I had to drag you away before this poor guy got punched in the face. But now I have them!

Apparently this guy at work's owned them all along. This is possibly the best day of my life (Alexander, if you could just try and hug Stuart again today it'll be perfect). It's just too easy though. I'll probably put the tape in and discover it's old episodes of Eastenders or something.

We'll see.

Oh and Stuart: guess who's got a Livejournal. You'll love this.

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