Holidays are starting to be a necessary evil, I have no idea
what to do, this probably stems from the fact that you need money to do
anything these days, and as always my financial situation looks like somebody
has blasted it to death (some blame the wife but I like to sleep at night, cough
splutter coming dear) with a double barrelled shotgun, it was time to do some
fancy footwork, borrow some more and pay less. Go figure! Hopefully in five years’
time I could be debt free hahaha yeah right, have you met the wife?
So fancy footwork done, it was just a case of watching the
dots join up and make sure I didn’t do the same thing all over again, this gave
us some breathing space and a little ready cash (woo hoo), I awoke on the Monday
of my holiday (a bank holiday so obviously we were going out on the lash……erm
no) not having a clue what to do, to be honest I felt run down and tired,
thankfully the wife had tasks to do with the Kraken, me I lay round like a
loppy dog, actually that’s not quite true a loppy dog had more energy.
Tuesday was slightly better and I was up with the larks
(pilarks) as the wife was off to do something she had never done before,
picking up a new car that she had signed her life away (let’s not go into the
details, she’s happy and I’m a long time dead) after we calmed her down enough
to get her into the car, we headed off to the posh part of our ride home and I treated
her to breakfast (damn I spoil this girl) and generally we pottered on for the
rest of the day the list of jobs wasn’t shrinking but I wasn’t bothered either.
Wednesday was more of the same except that I suddenly remembered that Warrior
Soul and their circus were coming to Gimpsville, how had I forgotten that one,
some cunning plans had been put into place when the dates were announced but I wasn’t
holding my breath, my mood swings at the best usually scuppered any chance of
being motivated to going, even though the venue is only two hundred yards from my
front door!
Communications were established with the guilty parties
using various means of communication, the wife nearly threw a Pigeon into the
air for the professor, before it was confirmed that he was attending, lots of
conversations with peeps who although I do speak to from time to time were
totally not expected some were coming weren’t, but it did actually make me a
bit of a happy camper (me with my reputation) giddy with excitement I decided
to refresh my memory of the bands back catalogue, I liked the debut album but
drifted away after the second and third, I had read a couple of interviews and
he came across as a dick, I have enough real ones I don’t need any extra thank
you.
I soon discovered that I hadn’t been wrong I still “like”
the first one and well I thought the next two were simply “ok” but enjoyable enough
to want to tag along and it had been announced that it was free entry, my kind
of price tag! Directions or at least a post code to get to a friendly car park
were dispatched, and Thursday ran away from us it was soon time to go and meet
up with people who by their own admission had never been to Gimpsville (WTF)! This
was about to get very interesting, oh dear! We soon made contact and discovered
these poor souls walking amongst the walking dead and we got them to the
sanctuary of our local Spoons, Pints acquired and a table found we soon got
down to the serious side of the night catching up, gossip and laughter was the
order of the night as well as some very off colour humour (if it’s not sick it’s
not funny) we had discovered the main act wasn’t going on until ten(ish) so we
took our time, before we headed out into the evening heading towards the club
that does indeed rock.
There was a good news bad news scenario awaiting for us, the
support act were about to go on (bugger) but I was met with the sight of Big G
as I came across the threshold, Me and Big G go back a long way and I was
shocked that this was indeed his first visit to the delta in nearly 20 years,
we spent a number of years trying to drink Gimpsville dry, I think Big G came
close a few times, so many good times and only a few (and I mean a few) bad
times mixed in, a lot of these memories flooded back, the support act plodded
on as we tried to have a conversation (do they not know who we are) nothing
deep and meaningful just chit chat, I soon realised that Big G is probably the
person I miss most from my past, but times move on and we float in different
circles close enough to wave from a distance, I appreciate those times more and
more, maybe there’s a blog or ten in there (no way Jose) at least Big G has
kept in touch and makes no promises, it’s just damn good to see him whenever we
do.
The support band indeed did plod on, they were ok but I found myself picking faults (old habits die
hard) WTF do I know I can’t play I can’t sing………………..ok let’s quit there
hahaha! Another pint and thankfully it ended, maybe under different circumstances,
they weren’t the worst, neither were they the best, just a complication that we
could have done avoided. Kory Clarke flounced in half way through their set and
you could see he looked a tad “unsteady” this could be a bit interesting, His
girlfriend/manager was following him around with a bag (his medical supplies
maybe ……..actually it turned out no) and as he launched himself onto the stage
(and I mean launched) she set about sorting out the merchandise on a trestle
table (damn I take a bigger bag to work) three songs was all it took for me and
the wife to look at each other and silently think “Food” we said our goodbyes
and I came away a happy camper realising that I do indeed have friends in my
life ( I do know this it’s just sometimes I have a hard time equating this
fact) we headed up the road and got a pizza that was far too big for us (and
yes I ate the most of it) and boy did I suffer the next day, a gut full of
cheese is not how I intend to pass away, at least I was able to make that decision.
The rest of the holiday floated by, we did little things,
ticking small tasks off our checklist, we did normal things and I had a great
time with the wife, not sure if she did ( I christened the car, let’s just say
it didn’t have the new car smell for long lol) she didn’t whinge at me so I’m
taking it as a success, as a holiday, it wasn’t anything exciting but as it
happens it helped, I just have to realise that it did, back to the asylum
tomorrow and I really don’t want to do that (the return of the boo hoo
club) but needs must for potentially another
five years (oh a blog name maybe another time).
The last blog seems to have taken people by surprise maybe
this one will as well, seeing as how it quickly it has arrived, nobody and I mean
nobody attempted the name game, what did I did I do, frighten you all, or was
it just that hard? Well this one isn’t so hard considering what its subject
matter is, tomorrow might not be the day I’m expecting, 412 emails sat waiting
for me (sorry I switched my phone on to see the damage I wish I hadn’t now) but
at least I’m back into blog mode, what can possibly go wrong now, damn did I really
just type that, anyway watch the skies a new blog will be along soon as I have
ten to catch up on, until then Toodles!
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