I knew it couldn't last, work beckoned and held onto me like a python holds onto its victim, pulling me down, not because of the work just my mood was going down like a setting sun, I was /am determined not to be beaten, onwards was the order of the day, could I actually pull my finger out and do the job?
Monday slid away and the wife picked me up from my late shift, I would have gladly walked home along dark country lanes my mood was shaping up to be a bitch, hopefully externally I was a happy go lucky cheerful chappy (well for me) fed and watered I headed up the wooden hill and was grateful to pull the blanket over my head, Tuesday dawned to the same mood, I am aware that there is so much going on at work that everybody seems to be under pressure so to be moody and bitter would be just be rubbing other peoples noses in it and that's not really my style!
The day sped away from me and I was soon heading home on a crowded plague carrier and I ended up on a broken seat with my knees in a crippling position, someone somewhere was having a laugh at my expense,once home we sorted out for a little jaunt I had forgotten about, it would just be what I needed to raise my spirits. the wife had many duties to attend to so was probably busier than she needed to be, a sickly compatriot shrunk the party to two, we had some nice grub and a quick pint elsewhere, we headed up the road to the Bodega only for it to be half full of men dressed like Ray Mears (and a couple of women too!) all ruck sacks and waterproofs....WTF the man himself is only "playing" The Opera House they soon disappeared like grass snakes in a meadow on a summers day ( I tried to get the Survival mood in there.....I know I failed) we finished our one drink and headed to the venue, disaster ....ticket faux paus...thankfully sickly person to the rescue, the wife wasn't in the best of moods I thought she was going to pull the ticket lady through the window....ooops!
Crisis averted we climbed the mountain of stairs into one of the shittiest venues in Newcastle, we got in and into a pleasant position as the support act burst onto the stage and the first song was OK however it soon got grating I could have done the Kiss book of poses in the house if I had wanted to and I spent the first three songs finding out if I hadn't entered a lady boys show I did check for an Adams apple! Clearly a pretty thing and she could play the guitar but Lita Ford did it so much better with actual songs years ago, me thinks some one has a rich boyfriend with some cash to burn, the seven song set was about six songs too long! reckless love were due soon and although I didn't want to stay down the front I couldn't leave the wife down the front in case she had a funny turn (she did but more of that later) the gig wasn't a sell out but was full and while the last time we saw them it was chokka block with the female variety this time there were more blokes than you would find at a Marillion gig! WTF!
The lights dimmed and then the band decided to wait a good fifteen minutes before they hit the stage and then two whirling dervish's (male and female) both pissed stormed through the not so tightly packed crowd and started throwing drink and generally being annoying which (you can see where this is going can't you) was a bad turn for them unfortunately the crowd surged and I couldn't get between them and the wife to which after much tooing and froing the wife got mad (Hulk smash) and I just wasn't quick enough to stop the wife punching said man boy in the head, thankfully the surge took some of the sting out of the punch, which got him mad and was going to turn ugly until he realised the short fat bald guy was with the angry woman and I managed to get between them but it's at this moment I realised how disadvantaged I am my knees were crippling me and my hands were stuck in my pockets because of the crowd with only my elbows to work with I got my message in and thankfully before it got too silly the nearest bouncer was dispatched and dragged man boy away this still left thunder thighs and she wasn't going without a fight (the venues policy is to remove one person at a time for the safety of their staff) the gig was still going on but by now my mood was into pissed off mode the band were great and the singer is really short sighted or into chubbies as he kept looking me straight in the eyes and smiling (go figure).
Thunder thighs annoyed for the next half hour thankfully others more then the wife who repeatedly told said young lady to fuck off, I think if she could have got a dig in she would (oops) by this time I was taking serious hits in the back and I was wondering if they had a posse, thankfully it was just the crowd surging and the guy behind me was most apologetic mind you he had seen me and my fancy elbow work and looked shit scared of the wife! finally she annoyed everybody else and she went the way of the man boy! the gig continued and it got better once toot and ploot had been ejected, however after only an hour and twenty minutes they were gone ......!!!!!!! and that was with the encore. I don't mind people having a good time, but I do object to you being pissed abusive and throwing drink around and generally spoiling everybody else's fun (rant over) we headed back to the car and headed back to Gimpsville my knees in serious pain tomorrow was going to be awkward.
The morning came soon enough filled with drizzle and it cheered me up, the plague carrier was on time and the chauffer was even pleasant WTF had I fallen down the rabbit hole or what, I had a training course and as always with me being a luddite I had technology issues which put me on the back foot, I nearly didn't make it and was only saved by my trusty Asperger's soldier as he caught me about to hurl my laptop across the room, then with 12 new starters I was away and the next four hours was a like a rock concert for me and it was probably my best ever course, it was quite interesting to see my boss come to see who kept shouting "HELL YEAH" I like people to participate and if they don't well lets just say they soon get the message, these twelve new souls didn't have a clue what hit them and they left feeling a damn sight better than when they came in, at that moment I loved my job. it didn't take long after the course was over for me to crash and my mood was as black as it had been back in May when I decided to ask for professional help (and still waiting ya cocks!) the day ground on but I left on time.
I knew I had missed the bus I had intended to get but I had gobbled copious amounts of drugs just to get me there, when over the hill came the Plague carrier surging into view, late but here all the same and it was a double decker so I got to sit and enjoy the journey at a height (see previous blogs/books) and it was raining good clean heavy rain, but my mood was so low, I got home and the wife was there (WTF) to greet me and all I wanted was her to hold me ...which she did and that switched my mood back to the positive (I will not let this beat me) even more so when the new Fish album had turned up .......SWEET!
So the wife made me some food we watched some goggle box and then I decided to pore over said piece of work (awesome 10 out of ten) loving it straight away and I know for a fact that it will only get better with frequent plays! while listening I decided to blog ( I know me with my reputation) I had no intention of what with my mood being so sour, but as I keep repeating, this will not beat me! I am trying so hard to stay positive, what is mind boggling that here we are in October and I have been waiting since May for some form of help, which the false hope of that first step has faded, maybe a killing spree might have got me a cup of tea and some sympathy, the NHS is a marvellous institution but my rope has unravelled and I'm set adrift on an ocean that is not all that inviting! so there you go a cheeky blog hopefully slightly humorous and if the numbers are anything to go by we are back on an upward curve, now to settle back and really try and beat the crap of this dark mood until then I will see you on the other side until then .....Toodles!
Thursday, 3 October 2013
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
In the lap of the gods revisited!
So the sun split the sky , well ok it seemed like it did, it was a glorious morning, we had set an impossible task of getting up and doing a million and one things before we went out, I made breakfast as was the cunning plan! a bacon sandwich for the wife and a full English for my good self, I sorted dishes and we sort of got stuck in second gear, and we plodded on but we both knew that we weren't going to do everything on our list, so we adjusted our sights and cracked on. I had my bath (a lovely soak) and it felt so good, we had our clothes sorted,but we were going to be staying at Wot HQ, so I had to take my work clothes with us (a belt would have been nice cough splutter), so that I could go straight to work the next day (boo hoo) the youngest was going to be on guard duty to look after the old man of the house, we expected a Kraken adventure but it didn't happen, it didn't mean that we didn't hold our breath!
We checked our bag made sure we had everything and were heading out the door when I realised we had made a rooky mistake .....no tickets D'oh! I headed back in and the wife laughed as she shouted back in the house "it doesn't matter you're not getting I'm on the door" oh how I chuckled .....NOT, I still wasn't 100% that the Big Ginger Git knew what he was doing, I mean putting the wife and Lady J on the door this had car crash all over it, I checked the wife and disarmed her, made sure she put the flamethrower, cattle prod and various other blunt instruments back in the house, her sharp tongue and big mouth was going to have to suffice!
We enjoyed a jolly jaunt down and made good time to our hotel for the weekend, general chit chat you know the kind of thing that people used to do before mobile phones and I Pods! destination reached and shown to our room we made plans to head straight to the venue, lunch could wait as this was a banger ready to be lit, the final cog in the party platter turned up and we jumped into a taxi and headed back to the Cluny.
Upon arrival we found that the pub sold .....alcohol! well what do you know? surely that meant we had to partake as it would of been rude not to.....then the shock to the system, over £7 for two drinks ......WTF! then I remembered we are used to drinking in Spoons and the real world beckoned and you know what it wasn't go to stop us, so we dived in head first, drinks sorted we headed into the room for our instructions to which the Big Ginger Git said simply let's get blooted! oh dear follow your last command that's what I was always told and that's exactly what I was going to do! now I have no intention of giving a blow by blow account of the bands other than to say I watched the first band The fractured valves and I enjoyed them, I hadn't seen them before and I do believe I would watch them again at some point .....I'm not booking a weeks holiday to do their world tour of Chopwell, but I enjoyed them, my only complaint was the set length I reckon they would do two cracking 45 minute sets but an hour was just a tad to long for me, there were plenty of people who thought that they were great, and I enjoyed them but some times less is more!
Mickey Luv was on second as well as being the compare for the event by now after the forth pint it was time for some food so we left to go in search of sustenance, as me and the wife are light weights we thought it was best to go with our guts so to speak, as we re-entered the pub the rest of our merry little gang turned now it was a day on the edge just how we like it, the buckets had turned up as well so it was about to be a tad mental or as Martin Lawrence would say "this shit just got real"! as always there was some bawdy banter and some salacious gossip but the best thing was the sight of a happy Mr C at the size of his German sausage (down girls ) I'm sure if we had looked closely enough it might even had had VW stamped on it! belly's full we headed back into the venue as the wife had more people to bar from the gig (she really did mean it for one person and the nervous look on his face meant he knew she meant it hahaha) and the day sort of flowed from there on in, Mickey having finished we prepared for the main event.
Positions taken up the Buckets hit the stage like my two year old grandson (oops wrong blog) fully of energy and you never really know where they were going to head, Kev took the wind out of my sails as I was preparing to shout out for Tales of Topographic Oceans, bastard, and the rest of the gig was what it was, awesome you could never describe a Buckets gig you have to experience it and when you consider I have seen them nearly 100 times since 1988 and I have never ever left a gig without a shit kicking smile on my face says it all, having said that a couple of different tunes wouldn't go amiss and I wish I could go see the Slade set at the Trimmers but what's the point of travelling all that way not to be able to get in (bastards) mind you I would love to see Don Powell's face when you ask him to sing Scooby doo! as always the gig was over way to soon how does nearly two hours seem like 5 minutes that's what I say! you should be able to get them on prescription.
More drink was then called for and the wife was holding up quite well (which was nice) the wife got our tickets for the Buckets 30th anniversary show, I have never invaded the hallowed stage that they are playing on that night, but I might do it just this once in my Peter mask to boot! we are even taking the youngest for her Buckets initiation ......there may be trouble ahead hahahahaha! at that point the worlds smartest road crew sprung into action as the two dapper Gentlemen Mr C and G sprang into action to assist break the stage down (in a professional manner). Buckets dispersed (like the Mighty Avengers) we settled down to enjoy the rest of the night The Dirty South who again I enjoyed but hadn't seen and they couldn't top the Buckets but enough people stayed and again had a cracking time, at some point Kev and Charlotte turned up and pets were the topic of conversation and we were introduced to Bali a lovely little pup who is going to be a complete heartbreaker as she grows into and even more adorable addition to a little rock n roll family!
We didn't stay long to disturb her but she was a delight and it melted even this hard heartened person (cough splutter) it just makes the time we have with the old man of the house even more poignant as he quickly approaches year number 17 (damn I feel old but not as old as him) as I was told off for my maths been wrong ok so I said 18 ( I can't add sober so what do you expect when I have had a drink) lets not make it a capitol crime! we ended the night happy and not even drunk unlike Father Christmas (you know who you are) who was more than just a little jolly, see you can be a happy go lucky chappy and not the grumpy misery you have a tendency to portray! Taxi called we headed back and enjoyed some toast and some late night chat and headed up the wooden hill for some golden slumbers!
Then with the morning the weekend was gone but some great memories and a shed load of money raised for charity mind you I don't think that the Krays could have raised anymore money and I think (fingers crossed) I managed not to have my photo taken (result) we said our farewells and I headed back to work, thankfully a duty dog shift so I was later than normal in, and now we carefully nurture our cunning plans for the coming weeks our finances were well and truly holed under the water line and I'm bailing furiously but you know what it was well worth, you have to live a little and it was worth to see the wife's happy little face having such a great time, and that's us complete, back to the grind and not as witty as the blog I had intended, 24 hours extra waiting has blunted the writing but I kept all the secrets I was entrusted with ( see E you had no faith in me......ooops!), the name game is in play and after 60 hits for the last one only 4 people attempted it and got it wrong..tsk tsk! so here we go with the last song on the particular record and if you know the song play it and when the word Pretending is sung that's what music is all about the phrasing on that one word just melts me and its why I'm a fan nearly 40 years later!
So I hope you have enjoyed the two blogs and I hope you are picking up on the happy vibe, that I am trying to keep going, its not forced and yes there are still tons of issues but you know what life's too short live long and eat cheese, thanks for the hits the comments and some down right cheek watch the skies you never know when the next one is due, so until then Toodles!
We checked our bag made sure we had everything and were heading out the door when I realised we had made a rooky mistake .....no tickets D'oh! I headed back in and the wife laughed as she shouted back in the house "it doesn't matter you're not getting I'm on the door" oh how I chuckled .....NOT, I still wasn't 100% that the Big Ginger Git knew what he was doing, I mean putting the wife and Lady J on the door this had car crash all over it, I checked the wife and disarmed her, made sure she put the flamethrower, cattle prod and various other blunt instruments back in the house, her sharp tongue and big mouth was going to have to suffice!
We enjoyed a jolly jaunt down and made good time to our hotel for the weekend, general chit chat you know the kind of thing that people used to do before mobile phones and I Pods! destination reached and shown to our room we made plans to head straight to the venue, lunch could wait as this was a banger ready to be lit, the final cog in the party platter turned up and we jumped into a taxi and headed back to the Cluny.
Upon arrival we found that the pub sold .....alcohol! well what do you know? surely that meant we had to partake as it would of been rude not to.....then the shock to the system, over £7 for two drinks ......WTF! then I remembered we are used to drinking in Spoons and the real world beckoned and you know what it wasn't go to stop us, so we dived in head first, drinks sorted we headed into the room for our instructions to which the Big Ginger Git said simply let's get blooted! oh dear follow your last command that's what I was always told and that's exactly what I was going to do! now I have no intention of giving a blow by blow account of the bands other than to say I watched the first band The fractured valves and I enjoyed them, I hadn't seen them before and I do believe I would watch them again at some point .....I'm not booking a weeks holiday to do their world tour of Chopwell, but I enjoyed them, my only complaint was the set length I reckon they would do two cracking 45 minute sets but an hour was just a tad to long for me, there were plenty of people who thought that they were great, and I enjoyed them but some times less is more!
Mickey Luv was on second as well as being the compare for the event by now after the forth pint it was time for some food so we left to go in search of sustenance, as me and the wife are light weights we thought it was best to go with our guts so to speak, as we re-entered the pub the rest of our merry little gang turned now it was a day on the edge just how we like it, the buckets had turned up as well so it was about to be a tad mental or as Martin Lawrence would say "this shit just got real"! as always there was some bawdy banter and some salacious gossip but the best thing was the sight of a happy Mr C at the size of his German sausage (down girls ) I'm sure if we had looked closely enough it might even had had VW stamped on it! belly's full we headed back into the venue as the wife had more people to bar from the gig (she really did mean it for one person and the nervous look on his face meant he knew she meant it hahaha) and the day sort of flowed from there on in, Mickey having finished we prepared for the main event.
Positions taken up the Buckets hit the stage like my two year old grandson (oops wrong blog) fully of energy and you never really know where they were going to head, Kev took the wind out of my sails as I was preparing to shout out for Tales of Topographic Oceans, bastard, and the rest of the gig was what it was, awesome you could never describe a Buckets gig you have to experience it and when you consider I have seen them nearly 100 times since 1988 and I have never ever left a gig without a shit kicking smile on my face says it all, having said that a couple of different tunes wouldn't go amiss and I wish I could go see the Slade set at the Trimmers but what's the point of travelling all that way not to be able to get in (bastards) mind you I would love to see Don Powell's face when you ask him to sing Scooby doo! as always the gig was over way to soon how does nearly two hours seem like 5 minutes that's what I say! you should be able to get them on prescription.
More drink was then called for and the wife was holding up quite well (which was nice) the wife got our tickets for the Buckets 30th anniversary show, I have never invaded the hallowed stage that they are playing on that night, but I might do it just this once in my Peter mask to boot! we are even taking the youngest for her Buckets initiation ......there may be trouble ahead hahahahaha! at that point the worlds smartest road crew sprung into action as the two dapper Gentlemen Mr C and G sprang into action to assist break the stage down (in a professional manner). Buckets dispersed (like the Mighty Avengers) we settled down to enjoy the rest of the night The Dirty South who again I enjoyed but hadn't seen and they couldn't top the Buckets but enough people stayed and again had a cracking time, at some point Kev and Charlotte turned up and pets were the topic of conversation and we were introduced to Bali a lovely little pup who is going to be a complete heartbreaker as she grows into and even more adorable addition to a little rock n roll family!
We didn't stay long to disturb her but she was a delight and it melted even this hard heartened person (cough splutter) it just makes the time we have with the old man of the house even more poignant as he quickly approaches year number 17 (damn I feel old but not as old as him) as I was told off for my maths been wrong ok so I said 18 ( I can't add sober so what do you expect when I have had a drink) lets not make it a capitol crime! we ended the night happy and not even drunk unlike Father Christmas (you know who you are) who was more than just a little jolly, see you can be a happy go lucky chappy and not the grumpy misery you have a tendency to portray! Taxi called we headed back and enjoyed some toast and some late night chat and headed up the wooden hill for some golden slumbers!
Then with the morning the weekend was gone but some great memories and a shed load of money raised for charity mind you I don't think that the Krays could have raised anymore money and I think (fingers crossed) I managed not to have my photo taken (result) we said our farewells and I headed back to work, thankfully a duty dog shift so I was later than normal in, and now we carefully nurture our cunning plans for the coming weeks our finances were well and truly holed under the water line and I'm bailing furiously but you know what it was well worth, you have to live a little and it was worth to see the wife's happy little face having such a great time, and that's us complete, back to the grind and not as witty as the blog I had intended, 24 hours extra waiting has blunted the writing but I kept all the secrets I was entrusted with ( see E you had no faith in me......ooops!), the name game is in play and after 60 hits for the last one only 4 people attempted it and got it wrong..tsk tsk! so here we go with the last song on the particular record and if you know the song play it and when the word Pretending is sung that's what music is all about the phrasing on that one word just melts me and its why I'm a fan nearly 40 years later!
So I hope you have enjoyed the two blogs and I hope you are picking up on the happy vibe, that I am trying to keep going, its not forced and yes there are still tons of issues but you know what life's too short live long and eat cheese, thanks for the hits the comments and some down right cheek watch the skies you never know when the next one is due, so until then Toodles!
Saturday, 28 September 2013
In the lap of the gods
10 days damn where did the time go? I had so many ideas but work has sucked the life out of me and I really could not be bothered, not in a bad way, it's been an ok time no drama, just couldn't kick start the will to live, lets see what I can muster before bed and the day that beckons with the sunrise is a day I have waited for months so it had better be a good one!
Bus seat bingo continued and I had a blog to conclude, it didn't happen, lets just take it as read that yes the bitch was as mad as a box of frogs! back on the plague carrier this week so you never know there could be some excitement in the future as I don't intend to wait another 10 days before I blog!
Motivation has been sadly lacking, I cannot pin point the cause (well I can but I really shouldn't wait for a lottery win) I'm treating each day as though it really is just another day, today we had a few things to do, which we did and the eldest came to visit bringing the grandsons the eldest was happy to see me and the youngest slept farted and got fed, but I'm not sure that I have actually seen him awake yet! As usual a twist in the tail was soon detected and batted back at a fair rate of knots (erm fuck off!). The old man of the house has had me worried and full of happiness at the same time I love the look on his face even though he fades a little each day, with his hearing and eyesight suffering and him getting thinner and I'm really not sure how the hell he holds himself up on his back legs either, there's been a couple of times I have come down and thought he had gone off to chase rabbits in the clouds, damn he's good at playing dead!
A day off on Friday so I took the family out on Thursday night and we ended up in a 50's themed diner and it was fab just as well we didn't stay in the local spoons as the pint of the black stuff lasted all of three minutes, the food was fab and I even went and had a pud ( I know me a fat bastard with my reputation) hell I even left a tip will I go back? yes I think I will, I really did enjoy it so much it made a lovely change and it was nice for us to interact as a family unit instead as three individuals!
A visit to the Krakens today to do a good deed made me happy and unhappy all at the same time, happy that I can help in a small way, unhappy at the thought of the little shits who think it's funny to egg an old woman's house, if I could find your grand parents house it wouldn't be eggs I'd be flinging it would either be shit or your body parts! nobody deserves to be treat like that you don't know her if anybody deserves to through eggs it should be me but I'm not that kind of guy!
Home tonight to chill and have a few drinkie poo's (it's a marathon not a sprint) we have a cunning plan all set for tomorrow (yeah I know it is probably going to go a stray) even the wife is intending to have a couple of drinks (that should be interesting) what more can you ask for? good food, good drink, good friends and Bessie and The Zinc Buckets in a lovely little venue in a lovely location I can guarantee it's going to get messy! At least I will start the day with a fully cooked breakfast, you have to do these things properly you know!
The numbers have been very good, numbers quite steady and some great comments from a few nutters from around the world and you can tell when you have some one new reading as old blogs crop up in the stats, hello to whoever, welcome to the weird and wonderful that is this blog, treatment for my condition is still not forthcoming although I will say I have been reasonably happy with my lot, feeling loved and generally sleeping well, there's no complaints from this sad little boy, the name game is in play as the last few have been reasonably easy I thought it quite funny that the last one was won by somebody from Canada and nobody from the north east got it, get off candy crush you varmints hahahaha, the next blog should be a good one as it shall be a descriptive walk through all the shenanigan's of tomorrow and with more trips planned for the coming weeks there should be a smorgasbord of cunning stunts in the coming weeks.
So I bid you all goodnight eeeeh it seems like an age since I saw G and E and well just about everybody else I really can't wait, and I do intend to make it up to a certain guitar player who saw the dark side the last time we were out and he helped me through a very bad day, a hearty thank you will be given tomorrow, so live long and eat cheese and I will be back before you can shake a stick at what ever you would shake a stick at, until then Toodles!
Bus seat bingo continued and I had a blog to conclude, it didn't happen, lets just take it as read that yes the bitch was as mad as a box of frogs! back on the plague carrier this week so you never know there could be some excitement in the future as I don't intend to wait another 10 days before I blog!
Motivation has been sadly lacking, I cannot pin point the cause (well I can but I really shouldn't wait for a lottery win) I'm treating each day as though it really is just another day, today we had a few things to do, which we did and the eldest came to visit bringing the grandsons the eldest was happy to see me and the youngest slept farted and got fed, but I'm not sure that I have actually seen him awake yet! As usual a twist in the tail was soon detected and batted back at a fair rate of knots (erm fuck off!). The old man of the house has had me worried and full of happiness at the same time I love the look on his face even though he fades a little each day, with his hearing and eyesight suffering and him getting thinner and I'm really not sure how the hell he holds himself up on his back legs either, there's been a couple of times I have come down and thought he had gone off to chase rabbits in the clouds, damn he's good at playing dead!
A day off on Friday so I took the family out on Thursday night and we ended up in a 50's themed diner and it was fab just as well we didn't stay in the local spoons as the pint of the black stuff lasted all of three minutes, the food was fab and I even went and had a pud ( I know me a fat bastard with my reputation) hell I even left a tip will I go back? yes I think I will, I really did enjoy it so much it made a lovely change and it was nice for us to interact as a family unit instead as three individuals!
A visit to the Krakens today to do a good deed made me happy and unhappy all at the same time, happy that I can help in a small way, unhappy at the thought of the little shits who think it's funny to egg an old woman's house, if I could find your grand parents house it wouldn't be eggs I'd be flinging it would either be shit or your body parts! nobody deserves to be treat like that you don't know her if anybody deserves to through eggs it should be me but I'm not that kind of guy!
Home tonight to chill and have a few drinkie poo's (it's a marathon not a sprint) we have a cunning plan all set for tomorrow (yeah I know it is probably going to go a stray) even the wife is intending to have a couple of drinks (that should be interesting) what more can you ask for? good food, good drink, good friends and Bessie and The Zinc Buckets in a lovely little venue in a lovely location I can guarantee it's going to get messy! At least I will start the day with a fully cooked breakfast, you have to do these things properly you know!
The numbers have been very good, numbers quite steady and some great comments from a few nutters from around the world and you can tell when you have some one new reading as old blogs crop up in the stats, hello to whoever, welcome to the weird and wonderful that is this blog, treatment for my condition is still not forthcoming although I will say I have been reasonably happy with my lot, feeling loved and generally sleeping well, there's no complaints from this sad little boy, the name game is in play as the last few have been reasonably easy I thought it quite funny that the last one was won by somebody from Canada and nobody from the north east got it, get off candy crush you varmints hahahaha, the next blog should be a good one as it shall be a descriptive walk through all the shenanigan's of tomorrow and with more trips planned for the coming weeks there should be a smorgasbord of cunning stunts in the coming weeks.
So I bid you all goodnight eeeeh it seems like an age since I saw G and E and well just about everybody else I really can't wait, and I do intend to make it up to a certain guitar player who saw the dark side the last time we were out and he helped me through a very bad day, a hearty thank you will be given tomorrow, so live long and eat cheese and I will be back before you can shake a stick at what ever you would shake a stick at, until then Toodles!
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
Pyscho Blues
Ok this was just too good a chance to miss, I think this is funny stick with me, lets see if any of you lot agree?
I did the last blog and it was like I had swallowed a big book of words (I'm not falling for that trick again) I felt like shit, but it had to be done so I manned up and babbled for a few paragraphs, now numbers wise it did ok but I'm a man on a mission so lets see what we can do with this little beauty!
So we all know I was a little under the weather I wasn't in full blown man flu alert mode, but I was a little down, thankfully I had a week on the plague carrier so I knew I had the potential for some fun. I loaded up the MP 3 player with some new tunes as I had played the arse off the two Bowes Morley albums and I really fancied a change, I also thought I would mix it up in the plague carrier stakes my usual victims, I mean fellow passengers had got used to me playing bus seat bingo, so I decided it was time to move onto pastures new, I decided to get a different Plague Carrier, same route just a different time they had messed about with the time tables so I thought why the hell not lets live a little!
So Plague Carrier chosen I was a little disappointed that nobody got on with me as I get on at the first stop, so I had a fresh bus to choose from, I did the sophisticated one potato two potato selection system and plumped for a seat in the middle of said plague carrier, second stop nobody got on, this is boring, third stop finally young guy gets on and is pissed straight away that I'm in his seat but he just glares and then sits behind me, next stop a few people get on nothing untoward, potentially fresh victims for the rest of the week, lets see where they sit, bottom of the hill and then this shaved mammoth gets on and I thought she was going to stroke out big time she pays her fare then notices horror of horror someone is in her seat yep the guy behind me and I can feeling him getting tense, I dial the volume down on the music (Diamond Head Borrowed Time if you could be that interested!) she waddles actually she looked like a bloody walrus that had been defanged, and then she muttered the immortal phrase "you're in my spot" WTF really (if you watch The Big Bang Theory you will get the reference straight away) the guy chose (unwisely) to ignore this towering tub of lard to which she repeated the retort, now by this time I had positioned myself so I could see all of the action in the drivers mirror, cool as cucumber he replies "there's a reason it's called public transport" wallop straight out the park, she had no comeback hilarious, she gulped a few times well I think she did as her many chins flapped for the rest of the journey, if you had shot her dog then buried her grand parents alive with said dog you can just imagine how upset she was. Oh goody I know my victim is the next time I get this bus!
Coming home is not so much fun as it's usually full and its pot luck to where you can get in, if your lucky you get a double decker and can sit up on high and enjoy the view, still feeling like shit I made the silly mistake of actually running (cough splutter) for the bus as it was in, a vet would have put me down as it must have been comical to see this fat slug run (again cough splutter) but I made it and sat in the smallest seat on the bus ....oh and I lost a shoe it's ok I got it back but I wasn't so happy going home as I had been coming to work (the return journey was powered by the magic of Pat Travers....Makin Magic), I was duty dog the next day so I could chill and relax and have a little lie in, the man flu had passed, but I felt like I had a little mucus monkey sat on my chest, but other than that I felt pretty good, you can't really play bus seat bingo because the Plague Carrier is usually full of pissed up pensioners who have been to the local Spoons for breakfast and a pint (or two) I listened to Fish Sunsets on Empire as I hate the shift and wanted to be in an appropriate mood, I was still suffering and my Ebola was so bad I not only didn't I notice a friend get on the bus I didn't see them get off (ooops sorry Neil). Work was work and the Mrs and the youngest picked me up (and yes I was grateful), a quick return to work and the day from hell promised with the coming morning, a world record number of inspections to do, it might be hell but I was going to have some fun first with a capital F!
So I was awake before my alarms this morning for some strange reason I was excited (I know it's the littlest of things) I put the bin out and shuffled off to Buffalo (well the bus station but you get the point) same as Monday nobody there, I had the choice of my seat, nope I didn't need my complicated selection choice, I knew exactly where I was going to sit my cute little butt, at the appointed stop the young guy got on and smiled because he knew what I was doing, he was slightly bigger build to me so I hunkered down behind him and people got on, I sorted my music out I had decided on the wonderfully cheery Accidently On Purpose by the equally cheery Charlotte Yanni, cranked up the volume and waited! at the bottom of the hill lo and be hold there she blows she gets on and seems happy, all is good with the world, Monday was simply something that had been a fever dream, best forgotten, she then starts to shuffle up the bus and her joy turns to horror as she sees little old me "in her spot" my little cherubic face smiling up at her, she decided to have a go (really you want to go there) "your in my spot" hmm that didn't really work on Monday it's sure as hell isn't working today I looked straight at her then looked away I had my tunes on I wasn't listening to some bellowing loon, at this point the Plague Carrier driver told her to sit her fat ass down (ok he was a tad more polite its called literary licence) as he couldn't pull away until she had, which she did, not happy but she sat down and stayed on the outside of the seat I knew what she intended to do, as she stayed on after me I just hoped some one for a change would sit next to me and therefore claim the seat when I vacated said plague carrier.
Nobody did and she slithered (I think that's what Walrus's do when they are on dry land) finally placated that she had her spot! I then knuckled down and did my day from hell and yes it was hell I struggled back to my office after six hours on my feet and covering quite a distance (well for my sorry knees it was ) I took copious amounts of Painkillers and various other things to remove all the swelling (ooo er missus) I crawled (literally) to get on the plague carrier got on and found I was going to have to stand, this was going to hurt, thankfully some one got off at the first stop and I was right next to them, so I slipped into the seat, to cheer me up Well I played Charlotte's album over again it's actually the perfect length for the journey and although I got off the bus in pain I was cheered by the music in my soul (seriously? you need to Google where the song title comes from? Jeez Louise you guys!).
Tonight has been taken up with other events which I won't mention other than fingers crossed and lots of prayers, the wife well actually her day probably would make a better blog but she hasn't got the disease, tomorrow the music I have chosen for the battle will be Glenn Hughes Play Me Out, why because I can it also has the perfect song for the mammoth I will just sing along to I found a woman hahahahaha ok so that's me done it's been a pleasure and really it is the smallest things (no I'm not back to the swelling) that makes us happy live long and eat cheese until then Toodles !
I did the last blog and it was like I had swallowed a big book of words (I'm not falling for that trick again) I felt like shit, but it had to be done so I manned up and babbled for a few paragraphs, now numbers wise it did ok but I'm a man on a mission so lets see what we can do with this little beauty!
So we all know I was a little under the weather I wasn't in full blown man flu alert mode, but I was a little down, thankfully I had a week on the plague carrier so I knew I had the potential for some fun. I loaded up the MP 3 player with some new tunes as I had played the arse off the two Bowes Morley albums and I really fancied a change, I also thought I would mix it up in the plague carrier stakes my usual victims, I mean fellow passengers had got used to me playing bus seat bingo, so I decided it was time to move onto pastures new, I decided to get a different Plague Carrier, same route just a different time they had messed about with the time tables so I thought why the hell not lets live a little!
So Plague Carrier chosen I was a little disappointed that nobody got on with me as I get on at the first stop, so I had a fresh bus to choose from, I did the sophisticated one potato two potato selection system and plumped for a seat in the middle of said plague carrier, second stop nobody got on, this is boring, third stop finally young guy gets on and is pissed straight away that I'm in his seat but he just glares and then sits behind me, next stop a few people get on nothing untoward, potentially fresh victims for the rest of the week, lets see where they sit, bottom of the hill and then this shaved mammoth gets on and I thought she was going to stroke out big time she pays her fare then notices horror of horror someone is in her seat yep the guy behind me and I can feeling him getting tense, I dial the volume down on the music (Diamond Head Borrowed Time if you could be that interested!) she waddles actually she looked like a bloody walrus that had been defanged, and then she muttered the immortal phrase "you're in my spot" WTF really (if you watch The Big Bang Theory you will get the reference straight away) the guy chose (unwisely) to ignore this towering tub of lard to which she repeated the retort, now by this time I had positioned myself so I could see all of the action in the drivers mirror, cool as cucumber he replies "there's a reason it's called public transport" wallop straight out the park, she had no comeback hilarious, she gulped a few times well I think she did as her many chins flapped for the rest of the journey, if you had shot her dog then buried her grand parents alive with said dog you can just imagine how upset she was. Oh goody I know my victim is the next time I get this bus!
Coming home is not so much fun as it's usually full and its pot luck to where you can get in, if your lucky you get a double decker and can sit up on high and enjoy the view, still feeling like shit I made the silly mistake of actually running (cough splutter) for the bus as it was in, a vet would have put me down as it must have been comical to see this fat slug run (again cough splutter) but I made it and sat in the smallest seat on the bus ....oh and I lost a shoe it's ok I got it back but I wasn't so happy going home as I had been coming to work (the return journey was powered by the magic of Pat Travers....Makin Magic), I was duty dog the next day so I could chill and relax and have a little lie in, the man flu had passed, but I felt like I had a little mucus monkey sat on my chest, but other than that I felt pretty good, you can't really play bus seat bingo because the Plague Carrier is usually full of pissed up pensioners who have been to the local Spoons for breakfast and a pint (or two) I listened to Fish Sunsets on Empire as I hate the shift and wanted to be in an appropriate mood, I was still suffering and my Ebola was so bad I not only didn't I notice a friend get on the bus I didn't see them get off (ooops sorry Neil). Work was work and the Mrs and the youngest picked me up (and yes I was grateful), a quick return to work and the day from hell promised with the coming morning, a world record number of inspections to do, it might be hell but I was going to have some fun first with a capital F!
So I was awake before my alarms this morning for some strange reason I was excited (I know it's the littlest of things) I put the bin out and shuffled off to Buffalo (well the bus station but you get the point) same as Monday nobody there, I had the choice of my seat, nope I didn't need my complicated selection choice, I knew exactly where I was going to sit my cute little butt, at the appointed stop the young guy got on and smiled because he knew what I was doing, he was slightly bigger build to me so I hunkered down behind him and people got on, I sorted my music out I had decided on the wonderfully cheery Accidently On Purpose by the equally cheery Charlotte Yanni, cranked up the volume and waited! at the bottom of the hill lo and be hold there she blows she gets on and seems happy, all is good with the world, Monday was simply something that had been a fever dream, best forgotten, she then starts to shuffle up the bus and her joy turns to horror as she sees little old me "in her spot" my little cherubic face smiling up at her, she decided to have a go (really you want to go there) "your in my spot" hmm that didn't really work on Monday it's sure as hell isn't working today I looked straight at her then looked away I had my tunes on I wasn't listening to some bellowing loon, at this point the Plague Carrier driver told her to sit her fat ass down (ok he was a tad more polite its called literary licence) as he couldn't pull away until she had, which she did, not happy but she sat down and stayed on the outside of the seat I knew what she intended to do, as she stayed on after me I just hoped some one for a change would sit next to me and therefore claim the seat when I vacated said plague carrier.
Nobody did and she slithered (I think that's what Walrus's do when they are on dry land) finally placated that she had her spot! I then knuckled down and did my day from hell and yes it was hell I struggled back to my office after six hours on my feet and covering quite a distance (well for my sorry knees it was ) I took copious amounts of Painkillers and various other things to remove all the swelling (ooo er missus) I crawled (literally) to get on the plague carrier got on and found I was going to have to stand, this was going to hurt, thankfully some one got off at the first stop and I was right next to them, so I slipped into the seat, to cheer me up Well I played Charlotte's album over again it's actually the perfect length for the journey and although I got off the bus in pain I was cheered by the music in my soul (seriously? you need to Google where the song title comes from? Jeez Louise you guys!).
Tonight has been taken up with other events which I won't mention other than fingers crossed and lots of prayers, the wife well actually her day probably would make a better blog but she hasn't got the disease, tomorrow the music I have chosen for the battle will be Glenn Hughes Play Me Out, why because I can it also has the perfect song for the mammoth I will just sing along to I found a woman hahahahaha ok so that's me done it's been a pleasure and really it is the smallest things (no I'm not back to the swelling) that makes us happy live long and eat cheese until then Toodles !
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Twisted
I have avoided doing this blog as my tonsils are like bulldogs balls and I'm suffering like shit, but my adoring public have been enquiring as to where the hell I am so here goes.......
Blogging is perhaps the most bewildering experience of my life (it has taken over my life in quite a big way) I have for the most part (well I think I have others might not quite agree) chosen to remain silent (how many blogs so far?) or try to keep in the background, what did I do before I blogged? did I actually just swallow all this shit and keep it to myself? (answers on a fifty pound note to fuckyouandthehorseyourodeinon.com) probably not, my eldest introduced me to the wonderful world of blogging as away of me not being so angry all the time (me ? with my reputation) but this inner peace comes at a price (as do all things that are connected to your Chi) supressed cogitation (big word of the day) tends to gestate, it sits there and grows (or twists in my case) into something else!
Self immolating bitterness (no wonder my tonsils are sore I must have swallowed a bloody dictionary) is just one of the outcomes (and I always try to avoid this in my life) that has Tumour, Heart Disease or Stroke written all over it (me being a fatty isn't helping mind you) blogging is meant to be fun with a capital F and so far it has been, even when I'm down in the dumps it usually lifts my spirit's or at least your responses do!
Alternatively these thoughts could morph into something beautiful (twisted), Superman's diamond was wrought from a lump of coal (as everybody bursts into singing mode ....oooooh BLACK DIAMOND!) ha this blog is a lump all right (ooops inside voice), but one thing for sure that whatever is growing inside of me has to be pushed out ( now there's an image) once it gets onto the page I then write and rewrite it until I'm (reasonably) happy with it. I should leave it to you the discerning reader to decide if it's metaphorical (I need to be careful I don't breach the Governments big word tax allowance) birth out into the bright sunshine is worth it or was it through my metaphorical vagina or my metaphorical arse (ass to the discerning American readers).
It was so much easier when I used to write about Custard Creams until the next time when I will be at least feeling sort of human.....Toodles!
Blogging is perhaps the most bewildering experience of my life (it has taken over my life in quite a big way) I have for the most part (well I think I have others might not quite agree) chosen to remain silent (how many blogs so far?) or try to keep in the background, what did I do before I blogged? did I actually just swallow all this shit and keep it to myself? (answers on a fifty pound note to fuckyouandthehorseyourodeinon.com) probably not, my eldest introduced me to the wonderful world of blogging as away of me not being so angry all the time (me ? with my reputation) but this inner peace comes at a price (as do all things that are connected to your Chi) supressed cogitation (big word of the day) tends to gestate, it sits there and grows (or twists in my case) into something else!
Self immolating bitterness (no wonder my tonsils are sore I must have swallowed a bloody dictionary) is just one of the outcomes (and I always try to avoid this in my life) that has Tumour, Heart Disease or Stroke written all over it (me being a fatty isn't helping mind you) blogging is meant to be fun with a capital F and so far it has been, even when I'm down in the dumps it usually lifts my spirit's or at least your responses do!
Alternatively these thoughts could morph into something beautiful (twisted), Superman's diamond was wrought from a lump of coal (as everybody bursts into singing mode ....oooooh BLACK DIAMOND!) ha this blog is a lump all right (ooops inside voice), but one thing for sure that whatever is growing inside of me has to be pushed out ( now there's an image) once it gets onto the page I then write and rewrite it until I'm (reasonably) happy with it. I should leave it to you the discerning reader to decide if it's metaphorical (I need to be careful I don't breach the Governments big word tax allowance) birth out into the bright sunshine is worth it or was it through my metaphorical vagina or my metaphorical arse (ass to the discerning American readers).
It was so much easier when I used to write about Custard Creams until the next time when I will be at least feeling sort of human.....Toodles!
Sunday, 8 September 2013
An audience with the Pope
I'm a big believer that "a shy bairn gets nowt" and with that in mind, I'd like to throw caution to the wind and ask the Vatican's collage or the cardinals to consider me as the next Pope! now hold onto your knickers this isn't as controversial as some of you might think (I can feel guns being loaded and crosses being set on fire as I type). Hear me out, the next time that there's an opening for the top job make sure that my application is right at the top of the pile.
Now before you get your knickers all up in a bunch, lets just look at all the good reasons before we go anywhere near the negatives! I'm Protestant - that's close enough isn't it, I mean it could be worse I could be Jewish, Buddhist or even a Methodist.....I do draw the line at Shinto (notice no mention of any religions that might try and kill my ass see I'm public relations savvy already, plus the FBI might not save my sorry ass this time). I love all the stories that are filled with the "smiting" and all of the "begetting"! Ok so I am once divorced and am currently married blog writer with a whiter than whiter past (well compared to some of the last candidates). Most importantly I really do look like a twat in a hat (this is a qualification that's required right?).
Ok so there might be a few more Con's than Pro's, well how about these then, I am completely untouched by the (latest) abuse scandal that is currently engulfing the church, I can stand on any balcony (although I do hope that you do adhere to the current working at heights regulations as I wouldn't wish to break the law) waving to the faithful with a straight(ish) face, I can go on all of the chat shows and tell the world that "I have never met an alter boy" with me as your pontiff you could earn some serious plausible deniability! I am actually very spiritually inclined (Vodka, Rum, Bourbon all the greats).
I would love a job where my primary thrust was to promote prayer and meditation or acts of loving kindness, although in the interest of full disclosure, we would have to negotiate some common sense middle ground for any actual thrusting that I might want to do! it would be a shame to waste adoring masses (well as long as they were consenting adults, you have enough on your hands for the other thing and goats have a tendency to bite......so I'm told!) finally there would be the name Pope "walks with broken hoop" how can a billion and one true believers not sit there and smile and breath a sigh of relief with a Pope with a sensible name I mean come on.....Linus, Anacletus, Telesphorus, Hyginus do I need to go on? when that white smoke is coming from that itty bitty chimney ready to announce my investiture what could possibly go wrong?
Cardinals I want to take this open letter to assure you that while my Papacy "would be just a little outside of the box" you could rest assured that I would passionately carry the word to the poor and downtrodden beginning with a visit to Necker Island, Las Vegas or at a push Monaco (while the grand prix is on). Just think of all the marketing opportunities I could walk the cobbles in Coronation street trying to ensure that Haley doesn't do anything stupid, prop up the bar in the Woolpack conversing over a holy wine or two with all of the Dingles (think of the t-shirt opportunities). What's to stop me (apart from my dodgy knees) from busting some moves on dancing with the stars???? eh what fantastic opportunity this could be for you guys! now don't get me started on spoken word / comedy albums I reckon I could give that Billy Connolly a run for his money, I already have a few titles in mind Kiss the ring ....number of the beast not sure of the second one that might have been used before, but you get the picture, this has great opportunity written all over it, you have my numbers and my address give me a shout .....later Bitches!
Oh one last thing is it double time for Sundays?
there you go see I can still be quite insulting when I wish to be I was going to post this last Monday as the three little projects went wonderfully but I let them stew a little so I could add a little here and there I hope you enjoy and watch the skies just in case normal service is resumed and I just realised I never mentioned scientology once I mean come on I don't want Tom Cruise coming around and jumping on my settee I mean I haven't finished paying for it yet.....Toodles!
Is the name game in play? you bet ya sweet ass it is! as I realised the title I was going to use had in actual fact already been used....go figure! so after some scrambling and Googling yes this is a song title!
Now before you get your knickers all up in a bunch, lets just look at all the good reasons before we go anywhere near the negatives! I'm Protestant - that's close enough isn't it, I mean it could be worse I could be Jewish, Buddhist or even a Methodist.....I do draw the line at Shinto (notice no mention of any religions that might try and kill my ass see I'm public relations savvy already, plus the FBI might not save my sorry ass this time). I love all the stories that are filled with the "smiting" and all of the "begetting"! Ok so I am once divorced and am currently married blog writer with a whiter than whiter past (well compared to some of the last candidates). Most importantly I really do look like a twat in a hat (this is a qualification that's required right?).
Ok so there might be a few more Con's than Pro's, well how about these then, I am completely untouched by the (latest) abuse scandal that is currently engulfing the church, I can stand on any balcony (although I do hope that you do adhere to the current working at heights regulations as I wouldn't wish to break the law) waving to the faithful with a straight(ish) face, I can go on all of the chat shows and tell the world that "I have never met an alter boy" with me as your pontiff you could earn some serious plausible deniability! I am actually very spiritually inclined (Vodka, Rum, Bourbon all the greats).
I would love a job where my primary thrust was to promote prayer and meditation or acts of loving kindness, although in the interest of full disclosure, we would have to negotiate some common sense middle ground for any actual thrusting that I might want to do! it would be a shame to waste adoring masses (well as long as they were consenting adults, you have enough on your hands for the other thing and goats have a tendency to bite......so I'm told!) finally there would be the name Pope "walks with broken hoop" how can a billion and one true believers not sit there and smile and breath a sigh of relief with a Pope with a sensible name I mean come on.....Linus, Anacletus, Telesphorus, Hyginus do I need to go on? when that white smoke is coming from that itty bitty chimney ready to announce my investiture what could possibly go wrong?
Cardinals I want to take this open letter to assure you that while my Papacy "would be just a little outside of the box" you could rest assured that I would passionately carry the word to the poor and downtrodden beginning with a visit to Necker Island, Las Vegas or at a push Monaco (while the grand prix is on). Just think of all the marketing opportunities I could walk the cobbles in Coronation street trying to ensure that Haley doesn't do anything stupid, prop up the bar in the Woolpack conversing over a holy wine or two with all of the Dingles (think of the t-shirt opportunities). What's to stop me (apart from my dodgy knees) from busting some moves on dancing with the stars???? eh what fantastic opportunity this could be for you guys! now don't get me started on spoken word / comedy albums I reckon I could give that Billy Connolly a run for his money, I already have a few titles in mind Kiss the ring ....number of the beast not sure of the second one that might have been used before, but you get the picture, this has great opportunity written all over it, you have my numbers and my address give me a shout .....later Bitches!
Oh one last thing is it double time for Sundays?
there you go see I can still be quite insulting when I wish to be I was going to post this last Monday as the three little projects went wonderfully but I let them stew a little so I could add a little here and there I hope you enjoy and watch the skies just in case normal service is resumed and I just realised I never mentioned scientology once I mean come on I don't want Tom Cruise coming around and jumping on my settee I mean I haven't finished paying for it yet.....Toodles!
Is the name game in play? you bet ya sweet ass it is! as I realised the title I was going to use had in actual fact already been used....go figure! so after some scrambling and Googling yes this is a song title!
Sunday, 1 September 2013
Liar
Back to the grind so to speak, back to interaction with the outside world and all the other things that go with it, last weekend was fab! however it took it's toll on me, as I have lived like a hermit for the last six days, only venturing out to sort bins, do a small job with the front window and a little shopping yesterday and that was it, how the wife put up with me this week I have no idea, not a misery just didn't want to interact with the world as a general rule of thumb.
I did do my one day of work, and I rattled through it so much quicker than if I was at work, because I was basically just left alone to get the fuck on with it! other than that I vegetated and did sweet fuck all, my cunning plans ebbed away like sand in a holy bag, I wanted nor did I need any interaction and as each day drew to a close I knew that the elusive lottery win wasn't going to materialise, so the deeper my morose mood got! I didn't /don't want to go back to work tomorrow morning but I know I have to!
I did no writing like I promised I would, as my mood got way too dark way too quick and I mean way to dark, that's not to say that the chapter is not there in some embryonic form (it is I just couldn't bring myself to flesh it out) I just couldn't bring myself to expose (calm down at the back) yet another raw nerve, too dark too soon, so I left it and if truth be known I'm glad I did I actually feel better because I left it alone.
I was extremely grateful of the solitude this week and although I'm sure the wife wanted to beat me around the head and shoulders, she was very supportive (as she always is) she had enough of her own issues as a well known international assassin appeared to be back on her trail as a sniper took her out while she went about her tasks for the day in our good town of Gimpsville, as she tripped and skinned the knee she did last year after Lady J attacked her while the wife was sober, I have just realised that she was sober both times maybe that seems to be the issue ....never trust a sober person!
The grandson was deposited upon us on Friday (deep joy) as his brother was due to be born (he was three days after the due date) and although I'm not really a children (that should read people) type of person, we had a great day yesterday bonding over building blocks football and Mickey bloody Mouse, maybe there is some hope for me after all? mind you his sleep pattern is rather erratic, again the wife deals with it as I'm really a cast member of the walking dead once I'm in the (sleep) zone!
Today well honestly is not a good day I miss my friends, I hate working damn hard just to keep my head above the water and I hate the fact when I'm off work nobody takes any of my calls or any other task that I have to perform, I don't want to go to work, I don't want to interact with anybody other than my friends! if I did win the lottery I would probably just sit in the house and eat myself to an even earlier grave, the length of time for the treatment I'm supposed to be getting is worrying if I said I was going to harm myself or others would I have been seen straight away and it's the underlying current that is affecting my mood at the moment as it appears that its not high on anybody's list to assist me, I have coped on and off for 32 years, well I'm sure he's ok! I'm not and it's making me damned angry at the moment not a great combination for the world!
Why Liar? because I keep saying I'm alright, but in reality there are only small glimpses of being alright notice I didn't say happy because it appears I get more maudlin with the passage of time, so when I say I'm fine, some of the time I am and sometimes/most of the time I'm not, but again that's my problem not yours! what I have decided is that these blogs have been a tad glum and that's not what they started off being, so I have sat down and come up with three small ideas that I intend to work on as an exercise in stopping me being such a miserable bastard (me with my reputation) and will work on them over the coming days, the best one will be published soon...... well as soon as I can be arsed (do you know how much work I put into these things.....and I still get the feckers wrong).
So that's me done and dusted and I probably sound worse/better than I actually am, it depends on your perception of my mood, I need to get my game face back on as I climb back into my lifts car in the morning, lets just say it could be interesting if I don't get the night's sleep I need for the coming week so play nice and no please don't worry, I'm not that bad I'm a whole lot better than I have been in the last five days, it's called life some of you lot just seem to be able to manage it a damn sight better than I can that's all!
The name game as always is in play and it's a specific artist not a million and thirty two attempts (OK Nils) as I sit here playing the album it comes from, it's music that does really cheer me up and I might just sit and plough through the discography in chronological order, because that's how I roll, watch the skies incoming ....until then Toodles!
I did do my one day of work, and I rattled through it so much quicker than if I was at work, because I was basically just left alone to get the fuck on with it! other than that I vegetated and did sweet fuck all, my cunning plans ebbed away like sand in a holy bag, I wanted nor did I need any interaction and as each day drew to a close I knew that the elusive lottery win wasn't going to materialise, so the deeper my morose mood got! I didn't /don't want to go back to work tomorrow morning but I know I have to!
I did no writing like I promised I would, as my mood got way too dark way too quick and I mean way to dark, that's not to say that the chapter is not there in some embryonic form (it is I just couldn't bring myself to flesh it out) I just couldn't bring myself to expose (calm down at the back) yet another raw nerve, too dark too soon, so I left it and if truth be known I'm glad I did I actually feel better because I left it alone.
I was extremely grateful of the solitude this week and although I'm sure the wife wanted to beat me around the head and shoulders, she was very supportive (as she always is) she had enough of her own issues as a well known international assassin appeared to be back on her trail as a sniper took her out while she went about her tasks for the day in our good town of Gimpsville, as she tripped and skinned the knee she did last year after Lady J attacked her while the wife was sober, I have just realised that she was sober both times maybe that seems to be the issue ....never trust a sober person!
The grandson was deposited upon us on Friday (deep joy) as his brother was due to be born (he was three days after the due date) and although I'm not really a children (that should read people) type of person, we had a great day yesterday bonding over building blocks football and Mickey bloody Mouse, maybe there is some hope for me after all? mind you his sleep pattern is rather erratic, again the wife deals with it as I'm really a cast member of the walking dead once I'm in the (sleep) zone!
Today well honestly is not a good day I miss my friends, I hate working damn hard just to keep my head above the water and I hate the fact when I'm off work nobody takes any of my calls or any other task that I have to perform, I don't want to go to work, I don't want to interact with anybody other than my friends! if I did win the lottery I would probably just sit in the house and eat myself to an even earlier grave, the length of time for the treatment I'm supposed to be getting is worrying if I said I was going to harm myself or others would I have been seen straight away and it's the underlying current that is affecting my mood at the moment as it appears that its not high on anybody's list to assist me, I have coped on and off for 32 years, well I'm sure he's ok! I'm not and it's making me damned angry at the moment not a great combination for the world!
Why Liar? because I keep saying I'm alright, but in reality there are only small glimpses of being alright notice I didn't say happy because it appears I get more maudlin with the passage of time, so when I say I'm fine, some of the time I am and sometimes/most of the time I'm not, but again that's my problem not yours! what I have decided is that these blogs have been a tad glum and that's not what they started off being, so I have sat down and come up with three small ideas that I intend to work on as an exercise in stopping me being such a miserable bastard (me with my reputation) and will work on them over the coming days, the best one will be published soon...... well as soon as I can be arsed (do you know how much work I put into these things.....and I still get the feckers wrong).
So that's me done and dusted and I probably sound worse/better than I actually am, it depends on your perception of my mood, I need to get my game face back on as I climb back into my lifts car in the morning, lets just say it could be interesting if I don't get the night's sleep I need for the coming week so play nice and no please don't worry, I'm not that bad I'm a whole lot better than I have been in the last five days, it's called life some of you lot just seem to be able to manage it a damn sight better than I can that's all!
The name game as always is in play and it's a specific artist not a million and thirty two attempts (OK Nils) as I sit here playing the album it comes from, it's music that does really cheer me up and I might just sit and plough through the discography in chronological order, because that's how I roll, watch the skies incoming ....until then Toodles!
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