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The Punchbowl Girl was round mine last night and no I'm not going into details, other than to say that I had to find a place to hide my spandex collection because I think it's a bit early days for her to find that out. I think spandex isn't...

Published 1 Sep 2010 7:11 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, spandex, fetishwear, call centre, rent, the punchbowl girl, agency, getting fired, finding a job quickly, grafter

I put my foot in my mouth again

The Punchbowl Girl was in work today (she wasn't in yesterday). She didn't sit beside me. She sat on the other side of the room. I thought I'd better have it out with her. At break I asked her if I could have a word and me and her went out...

Published 24 Aug 2010 3:50 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, call centre, dublin road cinema, Cheapo Tuesdays, relationship problems, date ideas, asking a girl out on a date

Work is Making me a Mutherfucker

I've been all stressed out because of work. Sex with The Punchbowl Girl helps out but I'd like to get back to when I have time off wandering about Belfast having fun and doing the odd bit of shoplifting. I was talking to Hot Firey Love Lady when...

Published 14 Aug 2010 9:48 AM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: work, Belfast, Hot Baby Roy, big brother, winner, mutherfucker, call centre, manager, Cafe, wanker, hot firey love lady, sam pepper, eviction, psuedo-incest, big brother eviction

Getting Paid for Having Fun

So the results of the poll are in. 68% of you voted for me to use my wee doggy to meet other sexy dog walkers. This is a good plan as the rest all involved some form of danger (potentially life threatening danger). I was going to implement it this evening...

Published 10 Aug 2010 2:40 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Battle Cat, Betty Blue, call centre, disabled toilets, shagging, the punchbowl girl, Bargain Books, sex at work, dog walkers, puffing billy, minimum wage, £1.94

Who is She?

Today in work I was in the canteen stuffing my face with bags of crisps. I'm putting on weight in this job. It's all the sitting at a desk bored and talking to people on the phone who don't want to talk to me but have to. I think my targets...

Published 29 Jul 2010 1:30 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Party, phone, art school, scissors, call centre, fancy, crisps, who is she, off sick, crush, self harm, BA baracus, a-team, twenty one, targets, tan

Sent Home From Work

Today before work I needed some dutch courage so I downed a whole bottle of fizzy pink champaigne in the bath. It felt great and I marched off to work telling myself that I didn't give two flying monkey's fucks about what happened with Kissy Boy...

Published 21 Jul 2010 1:11 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: boke, Betty Blue, call centre, kissy boy, disabled toilets, pink champaigne, supervisor, phonecalls, hungover

Positive Thinking For Work

Back in work and I'm fully charged to kick corporate ass, I'm gonna make the deals, bust the ass that needs busted for me to get that promotion I'm gonna drag the company to its knees. It's gonna knee for me. Or some such balls, All my...

Published 14 Jul 2010 11:39 AM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Battle Cat, girlfriend, Betty Blue, Hot Baby Roy, Dog, puppy, mother of bowling ball, sandcastles, call centre, the unicorn girl, clarence pishflap, egg sandwhich, knees

How to Avoid The Mess That Is Orangefest

That's me off on the first wee holiday to meself that I've had in donkeys (years - yes it's been years - unless you count going to stay with my brother in Larne, which I don't). I found out that I'd accrued a few days holiday so I'm...

Published 10 Jul 2010 2:03 AM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Holiday, Betty Blue, Larne, parades, call centre, little my, kissy boy, popular google searches, twelfth of july, ex-boyfriend, orangefest, bands, the collector

Nick Griffin is a Fat Wanker

We're on the phones now and it's amazing how it all comes so naturally. Mind is numb and days are set to drift pass with occasional "craic" how do people go from these jobs to ones they like? What do I like? I'm not saying I've...

Published 18 Jun 2010 10:30 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: music, Hot Baby Roy, call centre, university, lyrics, gingerella, instruments, flatmates, musician

Drinking in the Morning

Today I had a little walk down memory lane when I sat in the bath with a bottle of pink champaigne getting ready for work. It hit me a lot harder than I remember it doing and I went into my room and boked in the bin. Talk about bad timing. If I'd...

Published 16 Jun 2010 2:12 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: boke, mother of bowling ball, bath, chewing gum, call centre, housemates, black coffee, Landlord, beer guts, pink champaigne, gingerella, hot firey love lady, jittery

Starting a New Job

The new job wasn't as big a shock as the last time, or not in the same way. First off Kissy Boy is in my training group and Little My is already on the floor. I'm sure there's more from the last place but the biggest shock for me was that...

Published 14 Jun 2010 10:21 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Betty Blue, training, call centre, little my, kissy boy, awkward, by proxy, starting a new job

I Start Work On Monday!

I got the job. I can't believe how easy and straightforward it all was. I start Monday. There's two weeks training and then we hit the floor. The only problem is I need to wear a shirt and tie, so I'm off for a nice day's shoplifting tomorrow...

Published 11 Jun 2010 2:20 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Shoplifting, training, call centre, shirt and tie, touch me

A Good Job Interview

I went to my job interview today. It was strangely uneventful. The guy interviewing me was pretty nice. He offered me a tea or a coffee at the start and when it turned out the coffee pot was empty he took me up to the canteen to get one. The call centre...

Published 10 Jun 2010 11:12 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Battle Cat, tea, Hot Baby Roy, Coffee, job interview, call centre, tuesday kid, gingerella, canteen, nice, great listener

Cross Dressing Cheers Me Up

So Hot Baby Roy is off to Gingerella's (I assume) so they can make a lovely love next there for a few days. They bought some food for their lovers breakfast while I was asleep and when I got up they had a wee note on the fridge saying help myself...

Published 9 Jun 2010 11:00 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, leotard, Hot Baby Roy, job interview, cross dressing, call centre, tuesday kid, daytime tv, gingerella, cinnamon and raisin bagels, velvet catsuit, cream cheese, tights, velvet leggings

Back to the Bad Old Dole

I slept all day apart from waking up occasionally to boke or cough up nasty green *** (not so much red so yey). Anyway it finally hit home about an hour ago that I'm going to be back on the dole again and it was no fun before. Being on the dole and...

Published 18 Feb 2010 2:21 AM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Dole, Larne, call centre, mountains, country, marbles, city, employed, bow and arrow, naked, sea

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