Even Superheroes Need Photo ID
Tonight, I am taking a break from fighting evil villains and making the world safe for all mankind and pandas. Because my last blog was entirely about City of Heroes it's got me thinking that maybe I'm spending too much time on it. That, and the fact that my friend Kate told me I was. Although, my mate Matt didn't seem to mind;
It's quite nice to receive an A+. Especially just for quoting Tenacious D. I wish life were just that easy. Heck, for years I've been wanting to get paid just to sleep. I enjoy it, it's relaxing, I don't have to do much - why not get paid for it? I could play the dead dude in the morgue in a film. I could pretend not to have witnessed a bank robbery because I was asleep at the counter. Now that I think about it, I have been paid for being asleep. Well, it was more whilst I was asleep than for. And not just in one job either. It's just that there's only two that have caught me sleeping and only one of them actually fired me for it (falling asleep on a conveyor-belt is a dead giveaway).
If you've never heard the song before, the quote was from Tenacious D's song "Wonderboy". I was out with two friends of mine (Craig and Tom) the other night, and we were singing along to Wonderboy whilst Tom broadcasted it to the car radio from his iPod via some transmitter he's got for it. It's Craig's car. He's a good driver - he actually managed to pass his test with NO minors. It's a good car too (it's red) but it has no aerial. The problem this causes is that it doesn't always pick up the iPods transmission. It's fine when you're driving straight, it's fine when you reverse or just stay put. It works fine when you turn left, but turn right.... and it stops working. Suffice to say, roundabouts just aren't as fun.
So we arrived at a pub and proceeded to order our drinks. Craig and Tom were after alcohol but I just wanted a Pepsi. Then the barmaid asked them for ID. Then I was asked for ID. I don't drink so what the hell would I need ID for? So I show them my credit card to prove I'm over 18, and the manager comes out and says that all three of us need photo ID. I got ID'd for a Pepsi and couldn't get served! So we went out for a curry.
Tom and Craig both had korma's, whilst I had a vindaloo. When it comes to spicy food, I'm perfectly fine. I'm just used to it so it doesn't really effect me. Craig didn't dare try my vindaloo (my guess is probably because he was driving) but Tom wanted to have a go. He almost choked and his face went bright red as his mouth was burned to a crisp. Desperate to wipe off any excess vindaloo, he ended up using his naan bread as a napkin. It was a really good meal.
Kate came back the other day too. She treated me to a chinese and then I introduced her to Dave Gorman's Googlewhack Adventure and we had a really good time. And then I stayed up. I stayed up all night and at 6am I went out for a walk. Why? Because my Dad was coming back - that's why!
He'd caught me at home the night before at 7:10am (I was on City of Heroes). I'm not supposed to finish work till 8am and then it takes me 15 minutes to walk home. So I told him that they asked me to go in an hour early to help with a big delivery and that someone gave me a lift home. Quickly recovered. But I figured that with it being a Monday morning he'd be back here doing work and spotting me in my room early on a Monday would be too suspicious. He's already been askin me if I've been fired yet, or how long till I expect to be fired. On my journeys I went to Tesco and picked up some Coke (because I know that they'll serve me without asking for ID) and returned home, where my dad could see my Tesco bag in all its glory. I even have a jumper and shirt that somehow look similar to what I used to wear when I worked there. Maybe not the best of things to admit to having but as long as I run up to my room and get changed and into bed quickly not giving my dad time to notice, then he doesn't. Which is cool.
But I can't do this forever. I can't afford to do it. I don't feel comfortable having to lie about it. And there are places I'd rather be at 6am, and that's in bed - not stocking shelves or shopping at the place I used to stock shelves.
But on a plus-note, Ice Popcicle emailed me a picture he took of me falling out of the sky onto the monorail from his point-of-view....
I looked down...
Matt: Catch you later dude- nice blog by the way
Matt: Excellent use of quoting tenacious d in your most recent blog
Matt: A+
It's quite nice to receive an A+. Especially just for quoting Tenacious D. I wish life were just that easy. Heck, for years I've been wanting to get paid just to sleep. I enjoy it, it's relaxing, I don't have to do much - why not get paid for it? I could play the dead dude in the morgue in a film. I could pretend not to have witnessed a bank robbery because I was asleep at the counter. Now that I think about it, I have been paid for being asleep. Well, it was more whilst I was asleep than for. And not just in one job either. It's just that there's only two that have caught me sleeping and only one of them actually fired me for it (falling asleep on a conveyor-belt is a dead giveaway).
If you've never heard the song before, the quote was from Tenacious D's song "Wonderboy". I was out with two friends of mine (Craig and Tom) the other night, and we were singing along to Wonderboy whilst Tom broadcasted it to the car radio from his iPod via some transmitter he's got for it. It's Craig's car. He's a good driver - he actually managed to pass his test with NO minors. It's a good car too (it's red) but it has no aerial. The problem this causes is that it doesn't always pick up the iPods transmission. It's fine when you're driving straight, it's fine when you reverse or just stay put. It works fine when you turn left, but turn right.... and it stops working. Suffice to say, roundabouts just aren't as fun.
So we arrived at a pub and proceeded to order our drinks. Craig and Tom were after alcohol but I just wanted a Pepsi. Then the barmaid asked them for ID. Then I was asked for ID. I don't drink so what the hell would I need ID for? So I show them my credit card to prove I'm over 18, and the manager comes out and says that all three of us need photo ID. I got ID'd for a Pepsi and couldn't get served! So we went out for a curry.
Tom and Craig both had korma's, whilst I had a vindaloo. When it comes to spicy food, I'm perfectly fine. I'm just used to it so it doesn't really effect me. Craig didn't dare try my vindaloo (my guess is probably because he was driving) but Tom wanted to have a go. He almost choked and his face went bright red as his mouth was burned to a crisp. Desperate to wipe off any excess vindaloo, he ended up using his naan bread as a napkin. It was a really good meal.
Kate came back the other day too. She treated me to a chinese and then I introduced her to Dave Gorman's Googlewhack Adventure and we had a really good time. And then I stayed up. I stayed up all night and at 6am I went out for a walk. Why? Because my Dad was coming back - that's why!
He'd caught me at home the night before at 7:10am (I was on City of Heroes). I'm not supposed to finish work till 8am and then it takes me 15 minutes to walk home. So I told him that they asked me to go in an hour early to help with a big delivery and that someone gave me a lift home. Quickly recovered. But I figured that with it being a Monday morning he'd be back here doing work and spotting me in my room early on a Monday would be too suspicious. He's already been askin me if I've been fired yet, or how long till I expect to be fired. On my journeys I went to Tesco and picked up some Coke (because I know that they'll serve me without asking for ID) and returned home, where my dad could see my Tesco bag in all its glory. I even have a jumper and shirt that somehow look similar to what I used to wear when I worked there. Maybe not the best of things to admit to having but as long as I run up to my room and get changed and into bed quickly not giving my dad time to notice, then he doesn't. Which is cool.
But I can't do this forever. I can't afford to do it. I don't feel comfortable having to lie about it. And there are places I'd rather be at 6am, and that's in bed - not stocking shelves or shopping at the place I used to stock shelves.
But on a plus-note, Ice Popcicle emailed me a picture he took of me falling out of the sky onto the monorail from his point-of-view....
I looked down...
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