Robbie Williams...

...What a tit.

Anyway, enough about Robbie. I'm bored of him already. My day has been largely un-interesting apart from the job interview I may have forgotten to mention on purpose. IT job based in Wrest Park, Silsoe and for those of you who don't know where that is, just imagine the countryside version of Buckingham Palace. This place was huge! The boss man who was there when I went in took no time in boasting the building's prowess claiming that the likes of Lily Allen and Westlife had filmed their videos there in the past. And even Renault filmed an advert. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's hard to drive a car in a mansion right?

Besides, I couldn't waste my time standing in a spot where Gary Barlow had once stood 6 years ago, (hang on..), I had an interview to attend! The interview itself was a strange one as the first question John, (big boss man), asked me was "Who are you?" This stumped me. Was he asking me to describe myself and give him an overview of the potential employee or was he literally confused as to who I was? I went for the former option and chatted the crap you do at interviews to make you sound like a good boy. I chucked in a few lows to make it sound a believable also. I'm cunning like that..

So, I had a tour of Buckingham Palace, (once more reminded that Westlife and co. had once walked on THAT particular piece of red and gold carpet), and I was on my way home, feeling good about how the interview had panned out. Full speed ahead me thinks.

As for the rest of the day, I really can't be that entertaining I'm afraid. So I'd like to talk about the council. At the moment, as those of you from Bedford must have worked out, they have decided to rip out all the roads and replace them with Formula 1 style tarmac... all at the same time. On my way home from Silsoe, I was diverted via Croyden to get home and it isn't half annoying! Especially when I had a taxi-service to fulfil for Mother Mitten. Still, I complain about the roads so I can't complain when they actually do something about it. Even so, whoever planned the arrangements should get a new career. Just not as a wedding planner, because the bride would end up marrying The Grinch ... or John Terry.

Plan for the rest of the week... Erm... errr.. hopefully get a 2nd interview and hopefully get the job! What else? Ermm... ahhh.. erm... yeah. Not a lot. Blogs won't be phenomonal to be fair. But you never know what the future holds. Tomorrow I may write 3 pages on my success to steal a Ferrari Enzo. That would be cool...

Anyway, I'll leave you with a push in the direction of my other blog, 'Life According to Mitten', which is me complaining about things. It's quite good. Go and check it out.

Ciao x