Jesus of Suburbia

Yes you were right Guy, I was naming my posts after Pink Floyd songs, though i did expect a so called "ultra-fan" to point it out for me first. So as your reward your suggestion of a post name has been made (though i sometimes wonder how much the song ties into my own escape from suburbia).
Well i decided that since yet more people are joining this blogging world that i would be pro-active and write more frequently (for this week at least). It also means i can actually remember what is happened so as to write about it.
Well fourtunatly the dire condition of my bank account from my last entry (i should have left a t.b.c) was resolved by dipping into that handy thing called savings, although i did leave me with a nasty feeling that maybe i should get a credit card (although last time i used one i got £20 of late fees, then consequently chopped it up). Hopefully next fortnights pay might make it past the first weekend. This week once again flew past, come tuesday it was time for the black harp quiz (which the ERMA team (or teams ) are now leading powers in. This week as not to be however as both ERMA teams made only a joint 3rd place, although it was not without a loss of some dignity by being required to display my star trek knowladge ( i was young and naive and easily lulled into the dark world(which i now regret).
Wednesday brought the ERMA mens 5 a side where we played what is seemingly the only other team in our league, and despite a gutsy performance and an ad-hoc scottish spin by myself we lost. Later that night i resolved some issue that was overdue. (but since i've decided to not talk about my love life in here, you'll never know (unless you are Mary, Guy, James or Amy))
Thursday was depressing as temperatures outside started to become acceptable (15C) to be stuck in work, although being treated to 2 dinners thanks to Guy (and some bourben porter) it rolled onto a nicer friday. Casual Friday has now become tie day for some reason but that combined with some afternoon touch rugby and then tox drinks (which was actually (and unusually) fun). Finally after an amazing performance of acting way soberer than i actually was (I was in the 10+ speights zone) i hit sandwiches to see a gig only for it to finish 5 minutes after i arrived (doh!).
Attempting to clear the hangover next morning I remebered a mention of a book fair at the queens wharf events centere and as being denied the oppurtunity to go fishing thanks to the gale force winds i mosyied on down. $10 later and i'm the proud owner of considerably more classic russian literature. Finally the day was made a classic with some Bball with Guy and Alice ( i was actually attempting some bet winnng matchmaking( that £10 is easily mine )), i discovered that i have natural talent in pulling off fluky shots but Air Andy crashed and burned (knowing some of the rules might of helped).
Bar my weeks diet of steamed veg that rounds it up, go out and listen to some living end because they keep sounding so rockin awesome.