Lazy boy

I like being active, i like to have a laugh and cock about. What i dont like is sitting about being as bored as a formula one driver at a school sports day. Thats happened a lot recently and its affected me. I've turned into one of those people that has a tendency to stand open-mouthed looking at 'stuff'. So in the past couple days i have attacked this by playing word games, making crosswords, finding out how many words i can make from a word, even cleaning (I was limited on options of things i could do). These odd actions happened after I missed Top Gear last sunday, (those of you who may know me well enough, know i never do that), i decided something needed to be done, I can't watch it on iplayer again, its horrific. I'm trying to be more upbeat, even if this does include embarrassing my missus by dancing next to her and skipping to the car (i'm straight, honest). Recent events of also quelling boredom have come from permanent marker jousting, flicking fights and general tomfoolery to get a reaction. I'm not sure what I can try next, I enjoy seeing what i can get away with.

On a seperate note i've managed to run every day this week in the morning and go to the gym 4 times, albeit one time was to 'train' in grappling, however i again felt as though i was a human sized stress ball. I woke up this morning to go running realising my leg did not quite want to work as it usually should, as i fell back into bed.

Anywho Top Gear starts soon, so heres a joke; When I got home last night my door was ajar.

Which was weird, because when I left it was definitely a door.

Haven't done this in a while

Hi there, remember me?

Yeah won't lie couldn't be bothered to write on here recently, I found the gym, alcohol and a lady. It's an odd mixture, one that at the moment is definitely keeping me busy.

I'll get straight to the most important part, I now am a proud owner of an ODEON card, you read correctly, my life has progressed. I have managed to destroy another car, turns out the gremlins have decided to play havoc with my clutch and make it sound like i have installed a rubble crusher.

I've started running every morning at 7am, its horrific theres no other word. This is all in aid attempting to look like my girlfriends dream man (ben foden), who managed to find his way onto my phones backdrop and is the reason why when we watch the rugby the conversation pauses, just as the fullback catches the ball, hmmmmm. It's also the reason im destroying my self at the gym every bloody day, I look like a sweaty tomato walking round the gym.

Sorry it's a short one i'll get back into more and get some moer stupid up, in the meantime here's my favourite childhood joke; Who wrote the book rusty bedsprings?? I.P. Knightly

Chow Chow