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I was on my way home from to the village, after signing-on, when I looked across the aisle and, there was Roger, a fellow like me, who’d got into trouble about thirty years earlier, because of a certain job Squibb, who ended up turning on us, much to our cost.



As I’d made way from my seat, to get off the bus, Roger told me he was dead. I had smiled, then grinned then upon leaving the bus, I’d punched the air. I can only imagine that the day Margaret Thatcher dies, I’ll feel similar…





[[she soley fucked this countries industry and labour laws, taking us back over eighty years; Cameron will use this crisis, to finish the job.



she was evil personified. he is a rich man helping his friends get richer.]]

June 26, 2012



I got back from a wet day in Chester, in time to do Fish-fingers for tea, with effin-achin knee joints... it’d been a long wet day, with so much to see and so any attractive women, I’m sure I’ll suffer from a sore-neck later, or ‘blonde blindness,’ instead of ‘snow blindness.’ Either way, I’d ad a good day out there... even if it rained a lot. I met Ray there, from Thursday's evening’s... in his summer dress, 'bout to go traveling again... And, I got home to a ‘thank you’ off Nadia, for my company on Monday. Hell, just to see “Rainbow”, albeit for less than an hour had been magical and, the pleasure was mine, mine, mine... all mine. [Daffy Duck impression.]

I awoke achy, after a busy night at the door and rose quickly to join Dad, so he wouldn’t go without me. And, as usual, almost every red light was against us on the way, bar one. And, for some reason, perhaps efficiency, we’d got finished up well early although we’d returned in the rain, again. I’d managed to watch some of a brilliant Jackie Chan film, on the ‘new’ tv I acquired from Barry. The quality of imagery is good and, it’s good to be able to watch much of my VHS collection, without the problematic scart connection of the ‘old tv.’

near two in the afternoon. a drizzly day for travelling to poison...

...irked someone. ah well, then wrote in the vampbox. fucks sake. am hyper... and, I've got 'Eureka,' to watch, before writing and bed. been a verrrrry long day.

"hopefully I get t see Loise Jameson, next month.

and... Yayyyy, I'll get to Sophie Aldred Again.



and Colin Baker, the Sixth Doctor."



She remembered me one year, at the Fab Cafe.

she recalled me, as 'the fellow in the John Lennon glasses.'



reactolites they were; got stolen



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Everyone has their coming-Of-Age moments: well, at fifty-two, I had my own on Saturday. It had started when Barry phoned tosay he was going shopping for jeans, Lee Coopers and, ‘Did I want to come?’ I’d said, yes.

We’d agreed on a time I could meet, then I’d got ready, at my pace.

On the way to Birkenhead we had taken a few detours, round places we both recalled from years earlier, finally getting there with a bag of our favourite sweets each.

Then Barry had introduced me to something totally new, a multi-storey car-park. And, as he’d driven in and, illustrated how the ticketing system works, as the barrier slowly went up and he asked me, !Shall we see if there’s a level up top?” And, we had, winding slowly upwards, level after level, until we got to the top. The view down to Borough Road had been excellent, then as rain showered on us, we moved away, to the shops. Well, he hadn’t been able to find his jeans and, I hadn’t been able to find the Seven Seas for Dad. But, that hadn’t mattered to me, as I’d seen and done something completely different. And then, we’d returned to the car, as the rain fell, hard. Yet, what did that matter? I’d had one of those rare Coming-Of-Age moments, because as I’d told Barry, “I’m no longer a car-park virgin!”

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NikkiAidyn
15:50 Jun 20 2012

I would find a day with you to be quite amusing.

The things you find with your eyes, the details that you will notice that none care about. I wonder how you would have been when I went to that one mall in Europe that had a sort of vertical open tunnel, the only things going up and down were escalators over hundreds of feet. I was horrified. Not a fan of escalators.

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I got back from Karl’s to find that the gas was back on, as they’d finished the pipe-work to our home. Thanks to an acquisition I had stayed up late till the early hours, watching ‘Pirahna 3DD.’ And yes, it had been “more of the same”; but, much more of the same; more blood, more gore, nudity and black humour. And David Hasselhoff can sure take the mick out of himself: AND, the last few minutes had one’s jaw drop, at least twice, in the last few minutes alone. Because I’d realized what to expect, I had enjoyed the film. Needless to say, after a ‘late-night’, I was woolly-headed Thursday morning, as I plodded round in my robe, doing my end of the housework. A little later, as I had dressed, Dad set-to the hedge at the back; although as he had, he’d got more and more annoyed. The people at the back of us didn’t want a border to their lawn, so let the hedge grow their side. Well, this means that the hedge is very much thicker that it was and, ever-so hard to cut at the top, without cooperation: and, the neighbours at the back have provided no cooperation, at all. So Now, it’s a real bitch of a job and, when he got showered with light rain and a warm, light wind, I figured I had a job to do. I had done what he’d not had the opportunity to do; I started to do what he hadn’t – the other side of the top of the hedge. I signed-on in the afternoon. Then, as I left home later, to go voluntary work, Dad was outfront, with a brush on a stick, painting where had been cut on the tree, with creosote, or suchlike, to try and retard new growth… And, for a change, the project had sufficient volunteers. Chloe and Sarah had been there: and, it’d been good to see Sarah and get a hug fom her; and see Sarah, oh-so quietly demurely, sexy Sarah, the indie ‘Rock-Chick’, who reminds me of a pixie. It’d been difficult not to show my pleasure, still feeling mollified, from being blanked the previous week and, not hearing from Nadia, who got caught up in my angst toward the ignorant. And, it’d been a very busy night at the door: so busy in fact, that when I’d closed the big heavy doors and, shut the bar across them, I had been truly shattered. I’m still glad Roger called me back as I left though, as the three pound he gave me for travel expenses came in very useful, as it went toward a well-needed whiskey. Well, yet another sleepless night was had thanks to an over-active mind that had rattled around until about four, or so. When I awoke, it was less than half an hour till Dad went shopping without me, as he’s done before when I’ve been late rising. Well, I had dressed fast, and then joined him. The Azda had been packed out and, the psycho-hose-beat a face of quiet thunder, when she noticed me. I do wish that I could affect Valentina like that. And, needless to say, it had rained as we had returned home, so Dad had to wipe the car down on our return. That’d not surprised me, nor had that last set of lights that had caught us out, as we’d neared home. Such is they way of the day, when one go shopping to The Azda, onna Friday.

With the light mornings as they are, I woke early on Monday at 4:30 and I’d finally fallen asleep again, to get up to do the housework with Dad. It was a just a little later than I’d been given some French Marigolds, which I took the time to begin planting.

It was come the evening that I recalled that there was a new episode of ‘True Blood’ out and, that had to be obtained, which I managed to do by my Father’s bedtime. My problem had been that I was so-wired with idea’s I had no chance of enjoying ‘True Blood’ as I’d so wanted. So I decided to wait, till a time proved suitable. Then I woke early again on Tuesday again, to another fine day, making two and a row, while floods abound in much of the country. I’d woken to Dad telling me he would soon need my assistance with the extraction fan, which he’d be cleaning. Well, I dressed fast, for me and, was well too early for Dad. Finally, he got to the bit that needed my help, which consisted of standing on a step-ladder, while I held the base-plate in line, as he screwed the long bolts home. Well, by the time he had finished my knees were done. Yet, that said, I was still up for a drive, when Barry had called round: we’d gone to Eastham Ferry, renewing some good memories, from over twenty-odd years ago, which had been added to with a half of Jenning’s, a really nice beer, I had enjoyed at The Tap. Once home I put the last of the French Marigolds in, then cooked a pink salmon and pasta bake, with veg and onion in a mild spicy sauce. Come the evening I watched ‘Eureka’ with my mind still wired. But, at least I got a smile out of it….

The neck and shoulder were bad Wednesday, so I took them for a good walk to Raby... the light was beautiful... then it rained on me, kinda light... I returned home, to make rock buns... and a chicken casserole.



In the evening I watched some first series 'Torchwood', while a disc burned, resting my neck...



My neck felt a lot better come Thursday when I’d woken early, at the same time as Dad had, to welcome the fellow assisting our changeover over of gas-pipes, while the work went on outside…Thankfully I felt ready for travelling to voluntary work, in the rain…

I hadn’t slept too well the Monday night and, waking early on the Tuesday I was pleased to fall asleep quickly enough. When I woke again I turned on the television, to watch as I woke and, there was the Queen leaving Buckingham Palace, to start her day. Well, I realised the house was quiet, so went looking for a fresh coffee and Dad, recalling something we’d talked of the day prior, “Let’s do the hedge tomorrow.”

We’d already trimmed the Beech hedge at the back on the right and, it’d been our intention to do the side behind the garage. Well, that explained where Dad was. I’d got up late and, he’d started without me. So. I got dressed and went out to see if I’d been right and, needless to say, I had been. Mister impatience had struck again: get up late on a Friday, ‘coz voluntary work on Thursday night was busy and, he’ll go to the Azda without you. It’s just the way it is.



But, with arthritis of my joint and a crumbling spine, with severe displacement at the bottom, keeping up with him, even at his age, is a darn hard thing to do, as I’d found on the Monday, as we’d worked away. My only excuse had been I’d been cutting up, while he’d been cutting down.



But yes, keeping up with him isn’t too easy…



He does relax a little come the evening, watching the soaps he and Mum used to watch, “just ‘coz it’s on” says he. Then we often watch a documentary together at 9:00 and as we watch, we munch on Toblerone and Bournville chocolate: “Black chocolate is good for you,” ‘they’ say.



Talking of documentaries that we watch together: Dad and I watched one tonight about the transit of Venus, which should render it as a dark spot against the sun on Wednesday morning, at 05:37



He says I’m not to get him up, to look at it, with me…

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moonkissed
14:38 Jun 07 2012

I love reading about your dad.

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Come the evening, I found to my satisfaction that I’d succeeded in making a dvd disc of True Blood series three, with an menu background, that moves. Now, that might not be a lot to some; to me it was a cause for personal delight, as it means a young lady in Mississippi can now see episode three, which hadn’t played on her machine, in data format…

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moonkissed
14:38 Jun 07 2012

So thoughtful.

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ended up crouched over, much of Sunday afternoon, working on a baby hdd, for someone who bought one, then transported in and lost their connection and, I knew what to do. all calm-like. hells teeth, an that was me. anyway, my friend left mine a happy bunny, then I cooked tea...

Well, we got the rain we’d needed, just not enough for my liking, or to cool the air enough for me either. That said, I’ve got a bit of gardening done and, Thursday night was good, in that there’d been plenty at the door, ‘ceptin there’d been friction amongst the volunteers, in that Kat was there and stories were told, behind my back. As it was, I got home feeling well tired and getting up early for going to The Cheshire for Dad’s pennies was joint fun; then it’d been back to the village and the sensory centre to have my armpits sniffed, as we talked about my Ankh. I had asked how many armpits they’d sniffed that morning and, it’d been about fifty. I had got paid. On my return home I had noticed just how near the fellows were getting, as they intend to change the piping outside our home, which will mean blocking the car in for awhile. And, after my rest, Dad and I went to the Azda, to do our shopping…

Needless to say, we had to forget something. In this event, the something we had forgotten was a bag of potatoes. Well, as I did not want to traipse round the shops later in the week, I went out then. Then, come late evening, just as I was going to go online, a laptop died; my dvd machine. Well, I don’t know much about laptops guts, but, when I get frustrated I get very tenacious. By the early morning I’d got it going and, the old Dell had enough working memory in it so that it could run, as something other than a slug…

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Seshat
17:54 Jun 02 2012

Tenacious over a laptop. You hardcore bitch. :)

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