Well thats it for HR. It is no more. Chuky wucky doesn't work there anymore. Chuky wucky 'doesn't do HR'. At least I can start my rehabilitation back into society. That place drains the soul from you and plugs into you some sort of corporate leash with which to control you. No more HR people. Whilst that may be a blessing, losing your job isn't.
So starts the process of arranging something for myself. I started with a trip to West Hampstead to see Muppet man and 'the slovaks'.

Saturday was Czech rep Vs Slovakia in ice-hockey. I've never watched an ice hockey game, it's all footy in the UK. However ice-hockey in Czech/Slovakia is an excuse for some drunken nationalism.
Turnout was good and the slovaks out numbered the Czechs by 4-1 i'd say.
The Czechs did the out numbering on the pitch beating Slovakia 5-1. Apart from not being able to see the ball, I could barley see anything by the end of the night. Do remember chatting to a cute Slovak chick, but don't remember wat crap came out of my mouth. I also remember starting up a few songs with the Czechs. I don't speak Czech by the way.

Ok, plans right now? To try and get back my old temping job at the College in the info centre. They appreciate rafos unusual work ethic. ( one co-worker once said, 'He answers the phone like hes taking a call from his bed'!) I liked that one.
Second, I need to sort things out for Mexico.