Wrestling with spitting monkeys

We visited the 'folks up north' yesterday. My baby sister's 40th is loomin' like a slug in a black tiara and she had the nerve to 'celebrate' it the cheeky cow!! I'm 46 and don't need my face rubbing in it thank you very much. I did enjoy seeing my family together again after a few years, though I could have done without seeing a couple of them... Namely my father in all his piety! Haven't spoken to him in ten years, and after he completely blanked his Granddaughter last night.... Who he has never met... It may very well be another ten. Turns out he also thought it best not to invite my other sister for some good for nothing reason... Still likes to make judgements on people...

My brother looked good, a few more lines here and there but the lucky bastard hasn't put on a scrap of weight... And our Ange, my favourite sibling who I have a huge squishy soft spot for, looked great.. Finally met her daughter 'wee Ruthie' after years and years... By eck has she shot up!! She was being a miserable emo last time I visited and had her door nailed shut... Last time I saw her she was eight. Dave's son is huge too, again, he was about eight when i saw him last... Ten years don't half change a person.

The best thing about the visit was the complete lack of traffic!! And... With a judicious misuse of the speed limit we managed to escape back to normality in an hour and three quarters and well away from bad memories old and new. Trouble is.... My memory is shite and any new memories tend to drift away on the breeze.

Iron Maiden stole my brain

I lay in bed trying to sleep.... wooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.... So I lay in bed trying to clear my brain... woooooooooooooooooooooh. So then I turned over and got comfy on that side... wooooooooooooooooooh... What the hell was that noise? Then it hit me.. My hearing was screwed.. I smiled... The evening was perfect. I drifted off to sleep.

We had just been to Twickenham to see Iron Maiden, their only UK gig this tour.. And was I blown away by one of the best rock bands of the last 25 years? OH HELL YES!!! I have never experienced an atmosphere like it or felt 55,000 people all singing their hearts out vibrate through me like a pulse.



I'm getting the urge to get a mullet.. Fighting the urge! Fighting the urge!! Losing.. Losing. Phoning the barbers.......... Catching sight of myself in the mirror. Balder than a badgers arse!! Deep sadness... Plenty of party, but bugger-all business up front..



My hearing is back to normal now, but I don't think I'll ever be the same again...

Rock on..

Dead fish and the smell of unwashed poets

It's been a while since I blogged, for which I am sorrowful and maudlin. I've been in a place for a while now that I need to break free from. I don't have much incentive or inspiration which isn't much use for a budding artist is it..? Anyway.. Thank you and bigfatstinkyhugs to Lola for tagging me and getting me back into blogging...

Three things that Sally knows about me.....

1: I own, and can use quite usefully, a sewing machine.. I had to learn when I was a punk rocker because you simply couldn't buy off the shelf clothes back then. So I taught myself to alter, take in and embelish my own. Which in turn led me to be able to make my own curtains, lined of course.

2: I will eat ANYTHING!!! (part of my problem right there!!) except Stilton Cheese and any kind of cheese sauce. Cheese sauce is in fact the food of the devil and only evil beings, demons and women can eat the stuff without vomiting.

3: I once ran away from home when I was about fourteen. In order that they wouldn't be able to recognise me or put my picture in the paper I took all my mums photo's of me!! Good move or what? Ha-ha!! No bloody flies on me... Ok, I only got about five miles, set up my tent... Got bored then went home.....


Hmm... I don't really have any readers, so I can't say I can pick three.... Ho hum..




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