Someone - a “Mr Parker” has ordered a pizza from a local pizza place, and given “my” address for delivery!!  It arrives and the delivery guy knocks my door not more than 5 minutes ago…Obvious since it was not prepaid, I have sent the delivery guy away.  Otherwise I would have graciously accomodated them on “Mr Parker’s” behalf….

Now the mystery unfolds…some one/two years ago I got a knock on the door from police officers asking if a “Mr Parker” lived here.  Now there is definatley not another road or avenue with the same name as mine in Crewe that i am aware…

Let’s just say….the alarm bells are currently ringing, and my paranoa levels just took a hit!

Ok, first of all, yesterday evening, I was tired and worn out after spending two days in Basingstoke on “Company business”, so I return home thinking, I’ll have an early night and chill out to recover…I rent Clerks II (Anything with J and Silent Bob in is a must in my book - silly boyish humour ensues!)

Then I get a txt off my mate, and so I reply and phone him up, basically I am being asked to go out and “socialise” on a Friday of all days, well…I’m in need of a little persuasion as I have a migraine etc…so, “K” (look back in the blog if you don’t know who this is) comes onto the phone since she is already out, and pleads with me to join her, for fear she will be like some sorta lemon etc…

…Being a typical pushover; I crumble and agree….we head to Nantwich, and straight away, I realise I may as well have stayed at home.  Don’t get me wrong, I made sure I had a good night ;P but as far as “K” was concerned I may as well have been on a different planet, I keep forgetting all I am is a meal and drink ticket whilst said “friend” spends the entire evening off flirting with some other “bald” guy, all of this barely 5 minutes after she announced to me she was single again!  I swear I will never understand women….

…I’ll think twice before going out again next time, because I was in all fairness taken advantage of yet again.  Cheers “K”…

In other news, my new washing machine STILL hasn’t arrived…

Nope.  I’m not at rock bottom, I’m not about to jump off a tall bridge either.   It’s just that sometimes, every once in a while; I need to have a bloody good cry; it’s a most basic human emotion and incredibly underated.  You know too many people (and not just blokes now!) suppress this emotion; almost block it out completley.  A most unhealthy thing to do.

I haven’t had a good cry in two years believe it or not.  Since my blessed dog Brandy passed away.  So, I knew I was way overdue.  Like a typhoon building up, waiting to spill.

I let myself get so wound up at work today, snapped at some good intentioned people and friends too - I could have checked myself in; but I new something had to give.  There was only one solution - comfort food and a GOOD film; I debated digging out “St Elmo’s Fire” but decided instead to give “Click” the new Adam Sandler film a shot.   Well - god bless him for it delivered in oodles, and touched exactly the right sensitivity spot, which only certain comedic actors know how to reach - thank you Adam for not only helping me to cry tonight, but for giving me a bloody good laugh along the way.

You are a treasure.

Tired, fed-up and annoyed.  Work should come with a health warning…