looking up?

things are begining to look up. as most of you could gather from the title of my blog, that i have been working behind bars for some time, but its not exactly my chosen career. i'd love nothing more than step onto the right side of the bar and never have to step behind the pumps again. well now i'm working full time in a tattoo studio hopefully to make enough money so i dont have to step behind a bar ever again. for now i'm still working at the pub. the hours a crap but xmas is closing in and i need to pay the rent some how. heres hoping that come new year i wont have to pour drinks anymore. and it will be someone elses turn to serve me. :D come see me at skinsation tattoo studio on abbey hills road oldham to help me get closer to quitting my job.

the list

i wish life was a little easier at the min. i'm being pulled in several different directions and i'm not sure where to turn or what to do. I've recently found myself in a new job. my dream job, the job I've wanted for sooo long. I've finally made it into a tattoo studio making money for what i love doing. its a new studio so business is trickling in, so as you can expect not making much at the mo. also i'm about to move into a gorgeous flat with my lovely other half, no more living with the parents. so whats the problem? i recently had a conversation with a someone it revolved around what the point was. why are we here? the thing is there is no point there are many things i want to do in my life, a sort of list if you like. thing on this list include floating around Ha Long Bay on a raft for a while, i want to drop my pants in front of the Taj Mahal and moon the tourists. i want to kiss the man i love in the shadow of the Eiffel tower, i want to tattoo people in beach hut somewhere along the coast in California for a while. i want to spend my retirement years living in a tree house. the list goes on but you get the idea, most of these things are fantasies that will never materialize but i hope they do and everything i do today is building up to some of my little dreams. it hurts for me to think that someone could be so empty to not see what the point in these dreams is? the list in my head is ever growing and occasionally i get to cross something off because I've managed to achieve it. it keeps me going and stops the stress getting too much. i wnt to do these things to make me smile. no other reason and that's the point.

Not just a barmaid

ok so not posted in a while purely because i've been so busy.
As well as working at the pub i work a couple of days a week on the desk at a tattoo studio, so i've been busy with that as well and i also draw so i've been working on a few pictures every now and then.

Got a few decent gigs to look forward to in the next couple of months, me and Woody are hopefully going to see the Melvins in November in Leeds, but before that I have extinction of mankind to look forward to and thats in the pub. :)

FAC51

At what age do you stop having fun and begin to just purely reminisce about the good times?

Sat in the same spot at the bar everyday, is a bloke in his forties, he tells me stories of nights in the hacienda and other nights in Manchester. He's told me about ex girlfriends and friends he's lost touch with, drugs, drink, music and everything about the 90's that he thought made them great.

I appreciate that those days in Manchester where great for those who lived through them, and i do like to indulge in other peoples' nostalgia from time to time, but i cant help feeling a sense of pity for this guy. He's nowhere near over the hill yet, but he still spends his time at the end of the bar telling me of his youth, yet he doesn't seem to realise he can still go out and have a good time. There must be something better for him to do with his life than sitting there day after day in his 14 year long grief for a scene that was never destined for longevity anyway.

He's a nice guy, a little stuck in his ways and he can get a bit argumentative when he's had one pint too many. I just think he needs to get out there and find something new.

John

An excentric guy, in his late forties/early fifties always has some interesting stories to tell.
today was no different, as he walked into the pub 'who are you' by the who was playing through the speakers.
"i love this song, i was 17 and in prison" he then went on to tell us about the little radio he had while incarcerated which he first heard the song. He went on to explain that he will always remember the death of keith moon as it was the day before his 18th birthday.
he normally talks about his philosophies and ideas on spırituality, some regard him as a nutter or a drunk, but i like him, and i think more people should stop and listen to guys like him. Its always interestıng and ıt doesn't hurt to listen, you might be the one tellın the storıes one day.

Sore Feet

last nights shift seems to take 10 time longer than the 4.5 hours it actually was. It doesn't usually drag that much but i was particularly wanting not to be there for that shift. There was no reason for it other than that i couldn't be arsed. I cant be arsed with most shift as i'm sure most people are with work but last night I REALLY didnt want to be there.
Maybe it was because i didnt have to work and i was coverin the shift as a favour to a friend, maybe it was because the band didnt play what i wanted them to, or i was tired, or i wanted to spend time with woody, or the place was full of dickheads. All i know is i just wanted to leave.

My feet were sore and i'd been up since 8am. i'd been at the Tattoo studio during the day so i was tired to begin with. everyone was loud too. i dont know why but when certain people get drunk they get loud and argumentative. And for some reason they were all in the pub last night.

they argue about stupid insignificant things. In normal everyday life, even to these people these arguments are childish and stupid. their reasoning flawed. i cant even remember what half of them were about but these drunk idiots get so passionate about it.

the last thing i want, when i'm tired, my feet are sore and its 2am is to be dragged into an argument by a pissed up twat, for him to try and prove a point about something i have no interest in.

pushing the boundaries of modern skateboarding

back behind the bar today.

only a quick shift but it still dragged. the last hour is always the worst. it seems like a year sometimes.

quite an uneventful shift, usual thursday afternoon with the usual regulars, talking about their usual topic of conversations. a small group of men aged between 25 and 50, commenting on a world viewed through a newspaper, yet all the time claiming to know how to solve social and economic problems, if only they were allowed to do it from the comfort of their favourite bar stool.
today they were distracted by the arrival of woody, my darling other half, who walked into the pub with a shiny new cast on his wrist.
yesterday when out on his skateboard 'pushing the boundaries of modern skateboarding' he fell off
throughout the falling evening with much pain and discomfort he decided to go to a+e
so it turns out its broken. as he walked into the pub the jokes starting flowing about various ways he could have achieved this suddenly comical injury.

it wasnt long before the conversation went back to the usual subjects. The afternoon regulars soon realised they'd had their daily fill of their favourite tipple and wobbled off in to the sunset to make room for the evening drinkers. i finished work and left the bar, glad for a decent conversation.

egg on toast

my boyfriend makes the best scrambled egg on toast in the world. i've tried to make it but i just cant make it as well as him.

tidying my room was quite a task but after some heated discussion we got there in the end. we even rearranged the posters.

woody's been teaching me about playstation games. as a kid i never really had much interest in computer games, but since he and several of my mates have them i've been begining to get into them. while at a friend recently i spent a fair amount of time playing skate 3 and as much as i hate to admit it, i proper enjoyed myself. so now we have gran turismo 2 and tony hawk pro skater 2 for me to have a go on.

tomorrow i'm back in work. 6 days before my next day off. :(

day off!!!

i like wednesdays, the only day i have to myself.
well apart from catchin up on the washing and housework, i dont have to travel and i can do things in my own time.
i can wallow in my own filth if i choose,
but my bedrooms a mess.