Random ramblings under a headache...

I have a headache this morning, a hangover.

Last night we went to an 18th birthday party, one of my eldests friends 18th birthday party, at a local wine bar.

I sat and drank alchohol free lager all night, Kaliber to be precise.

Friends - do not do that, do not drink the foul chemical, its given me a hangover and it doesn't contain alchohol, I dread to think what it does contain but I can't describe the inside of our toilet bowl this morning.
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NatWest bank are fucking me about again, they've denied our application for a mortgage but won't explain why.

I checked my credit rating last week, its good, an 88 point score (out of 100).

Our business account has been with NatWest since 1978, my personal account has been with NatWest since I was 18 ( a long long time ago), I have two pension schemes with NatWest, I have three life insurance policies with NatWest, my children have accounts with Nat West - they know everything about me and my business and therein lies the problem I believe.

I have an alternative mortgage application standing in the wings and will be making one final phone call to NatWest mortgages this morning, if they give me the wrong answer then in the New Year all of our banking business will be moved elsewhere and the twats who work in the NatWest bank 20 yards in front of my office building will be in severe danger of being run over each time they walk across the car park on a smoke break, at the very least they will suffer extreme abuse by me.

Fucking twatting bank.
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Didn't go to White Rose yesterday, went to Wallmart Asda at Pudsey instead, Asda's biggest store.

What a pain in the arse that was, couldn't park within quarter of a mile of the place, luckily their car park is quarter of a mile long so we did eventually find a space.

Suzanne wanted to buy two new hair dryers for the girls as we have finally tired of the constant arguments in the morning as to who has the one remaining, working, hairdryer - hairdryers don't trouble me.

Picked up two cheap hairdryers for twelve quid each and Suzanne stuffed four items of make-up into the basket, mascara pencils that sort of womens tat - got to the checkout, bill was £54. So thats £24 for the hairdryers and, erm, £30 for the makeup stuff.

I asked the checkout girl to do it all again - but it was right.

£30 for four makeup items.

Why haven't women objected to this rip-off before ?

I told Suzanne she could borrow some of my watercolour paint

I won't tell you what her reply was.
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Apart from the christmas bears for the two girls I haven't bought so much as a christmas card yet, not even a piece of tinsel.
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