Thursday, March 31, 2005

The cab went yesterday.
Bit sad really, think Dad shed a few tears it was for the best really, just sitting there.
Oh shitfuckwank.
I don't want to do this.
Who needs to learn to drive anyway?
I get around fine (mostly) on public transport.
I mean me. Behind the wheel of a car?
Its not safe. I can't drive. I'm crap.
I'm not ready for a test, I still should be pootling on quiet roads at 3mph.
Maybe I could phone up and cancel the whole thing? or con someone into taking the test for me?
Why am I so nervous anyway? I'm used to failing it, I can't drive, its obvious to the whole world.
The driving instructors only like having me there cos I'm single handedly keeping them employed.
Shitfuckwank, someone help me?

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Lovely, lovely scaffolding!
All tempting and seductive in its... pole-like way.
Me and The Brat look at it.
"Dare you." He's scared of heights.
"Double dare you."
I consider, We've been told to stay away from it. Both of us are so clumsy we'd fall and break our necks.
"Saturday. When everyone's out."
Hmmm.... Saturday. We're playing early, and after which I plan on getting wasted to celebrate the failing/passing.
Being the sensible mature adult I am, I should be old enough to not take up such a challenge and walk away, pride and dignity intact.
"You're on! What will you give me for doing it?"

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

We were getting along so nicely in the driving lesson
Parallel park all ok, reversing round the corner, all good.
I even took on the bastard 286 bus in Eltham High Street and won.
And as we were tootling back home discussing whether Hong Kong Fooey could take on Superted when he uttered the jinxed words, and before I could stop him he said them
You know you're driving's not that bad, its actually quite good, as long as you don't do anything stupid, you'll pass!
That's it!
I'm doomed now, all the instructors say that and its gotta be jinxed.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Woken up by STF telling me that he and R had a spare ticket for Wednesday's England game.
Would have gone too if not for the D test Fri.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

6 days till DT-day.
9 days till I-day.
Terror avoidance tactics have now been employed, this involves drink, my Lord and Master Ice-cream, drink, a trip to the cinema to see Valiant (voiced by the yummy Ewan McGregor), drink and revision so at least I have a vague idea about fish and what's going on and more drink.

Friday, March 25, 2005

This Easter I will mostly be:

A - Watching the Football
B - Eating Chocolate eggs and Carrot cake.
C - Drinking a HUGE amount in order to drown the rapidly building nerves due to:
i - The Driving test,
ii - The Interview,
D - Watching crap TV.


Thursday, March 24, 2005

Just had to record this.
Its up there with MH (who was queen of daft statements) telling me she was moving to a mosquito (meaning masionette) and worrying about the laxatives in her cocktail sausages (meaning lactose, as in milk!)
(The names have been changed to protect the innocent, but it's me and the BB (The BB has pulled a new bird, by the way. He randomly drops her into conversation, I'm still trying to suss if it's to make me jealous after I told him I pulled The Minger just two hours after leaving him or if he genuinely is a bit thoughtless (I'm going for the thoughtless) )
He was telling me about buying her a big Thorntons egg. I pretended to be upset considering I brought him all sorts of presents and did him a food shop when he was at the end of his overdraft. So demanded that he posted me a Creme egg, we then went on to this:

got ya an eggy hunny says:
u n CCR discussing me and New Bird by any chance?
Getting an egg, an interview AND a driving test!! says:
nah, should we be?
got ya an eggy hunny says:

got ya an eggy hunny says:
please dont will ya
Getting an egg, an interview AND a driving test!! says:
i got better things to talk about! like my egg!
Getting an egg, an interview AND a driving test!! says:
jeez, talk about paranoia
got ya an eggy hunny says:
alright slim
Getting an egg, an interview AND a driving test!! says:
grrr. lol.

got ya an eggy hunny says:
aint that those pain killers?
Getting an egg, an interview AND a driving test!! says:
got ya an eggy hunny says:
no wait
got ya an eggy hunny says:
thas anadin
Getting an egg, an interview AND a driving test!! says:
Getting an egg, an interview AND a driving test!! says:

I'm surrounded by idiots!
Well the interviews scheduled for 4th April.
Mothership in her infinate wisdom said I should schedule it for the day before my driving test!
Yeah, like I need any more stress before that, I was nearly in tears cocking up my parallel park and it's only gonna get worse as the days go on.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Remember the fish job?
The 21k for looking after 1800 tanks worth of zebrafish?
(It seems to have made an impression with Driving Instructor no4 as he keeps reminding me of the sad tale of Bungle the Sucidual goldfish)
Guess who has been asked to go for an interview?!
Ha! I shall stick my middle finger up in the direction of The Mothership, who implied that it was a waste of time me even applying for it.
Even if I don't get it, at least this has shown her!
*Dances round living room in celebration*
I don't think I can do the selfless thing very well.
Talking to MH yesterday on MSN and her telling me she was off to Israel as part of her course.
(Not quite sure if she really is off or whether she has her wires crossed and is off somewhere else.)
But its not fair and I am jealous.
I was the one who wanted to do all the travelling, go places, instead I'm stuck here watching the pennies and getting over-excited cos they're putting a Diagnosis Murder film on Friday.
This was made all the more worse by reading Tequila Mockingbird who has just buggered off to Thailand or possibly Hong Kong just for the fuck of it, its the sort of thing I wish I could do, just show up at Heathrow or Gatwick armed with a passport and jump on whatever flight takes my fancy.
MH has gone to Ireland three or four times since September and I wish I could just fuck the overdraft and go away, but I can't cos I can't handle being in the overdraft and I'm afraid of leaving home, at the moment. (Dunno why. Not like Dad's in the state yet, where it could be any day.)
What with her silent accusations that I'm not doing anything to find a job, its more than I can handle, I'm doing my best here, if only I had a job and someway of actually saving more, getting some money together.
Then once I'm free I can do all the things that I wanna do.
Christ, putting your life on hold is a lot harder than it seems!
All I seem to do is mope and sit around the house, its really getting me down.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

What the fuck has happened to Arthur?!
All the voices are changed!
Why the hell am I putting myself through this stress?
I have 2 weeks, more or less and its already so bad, I have a knot in my stomach and it's going to get worse as the days get nearer.
I should be used to this by now, but I can't hack it.
I'm making silly nervous mistakes, ones that I normally laugh at making.
I just can't do it, the nerves and self-doubt are back and its hard not to listen to them, it's already been proved many times over that I just can't do it.
And where the flying fuck is my theory certificate and who do I ask for a new one?!

Monday, March 21, 2005

There appears to be a rather elderly black pony in my room, wrapped in a duvet of plastic.
It's a bit inconvient, He's blocking the way to my sock drawer and I've kicked it twice in bare feet. (My foot bled the second time - Ow!)

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Worst thing about watching TV with a London cabby?
"Ohh why they going down that road?"
"They've been down there and are coming back up again."
"That's a one way street they've pulled into there."
Sorta ruins it all.
And he does it for adverts too!
Dad! Take a chill pill man!
Random Thoughts.

1 - Offside? Don't make me laugh, having seen the matches on TV I'm considering changing the strength of my glasses.
2 - Why do spots under your nose always seem sorer than anywhere else on your face
3 - And at the old age of 21 I refuse to have stroppy teenage skin.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

You kinda guessed it didn't you?
I said to E after the Spurs game, that knowing us we'd fuck it up today and SM said the same thing to me today, in between his usual randomness, that this would be their first away win of the season.
I agree with Curbs about El Karkouri's sending off. I've seen a lot worse there, Bryan Robson said too, that in his day it would be a booking, In the Chinese shop afterwards, I started talking to a guy who works in the control room and he said that Gera had stud marks all up and down his thigh so I guess he had to go.
The 2nd and 3rd goals looked well offside to me and the Chinese shop guy agreed.
I didn't see the penalty, (Wow I feel a bit Arsene Wenger-y!) The sun's right in my eyes when it comes to this time of the season.
But apparently it was a penalty from Bryan Hughes.
Question is: Can we hold on or will we now see our customary slide down the table? When you think we have Chelsea away and Man utd at home to come, you've gotta worry.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Just a few hours to go until I can check my bank account and find myself just £312 overdrawn!
The BB has introduced me to, lots of nice cheap DVD's.
Resisting temptation at the moment, merely cos I'm wary about buying things off internet sites still.
Found out there's a special edition Watership Down coming out apparently!
One of the best animated film ever, even if it warped my mind when I was little.
I got some bizarre emails today, normally my spam includes "Enlarge your penis" Which gets naturally forwarded on to the lads in my address book, with the message: "I've heard you need this more than me." (Never fails to crack me up).
The other is the buy Viagra/weightloss pills adverts.
Today's two were frankly a little distubing and one rather scary.I was gonna put the links up to them but then decided not too.

Email no1 was from Exotic Animal Auctions. Always dreamed of owning a black bear cub? This is the place for you! I've already made my birthday wishlist consisting of a "cross bred jungle cat", an ostrich and a water buffalo please! I was quite amused by the idea of trying to pay for a bobcat via PayPal or how a postman would deliver a giraffe in the post. You could also buy deer/antelope semen. Not quite sure what respectable breeder would do this but there you go.

Email No2. It was vile, Bonzai Kittens! Oh yes! Collect yourself a few days old kitten when the bones have not yet ossified and are rubbery, drug it, glue its arse shut and squeeze it into a bottle of some kind, (obviously with airholes, we don't wanna get done for animal cruelty now do we?) And Voila! One living kitty in a bottle, after a few weeks take kitty out and the bones have warped to fit the bottle and kitty is stuck like that. And the sad, sick thing is that they tried to say this was a good thing and an "improvement" on normal cats.

There's organisations to shut down childporn on the internet and rightly so, what about sick shit like this? Surely there must be something?

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Hurray! Football! I've missed football! Seems like years since the cup thing.
But my God!
Didn't you wince when Spurs hit Jerome Thomas? It was probably a good thing the poor soul got subbed, better for his health!
I missed his goal, cos some late starters were walking in front of me, and I just saw it hit the back of the net, and sadly I'm too small to be able to see the big screen at half and full times, when they tell everyone to look so didn't see it there either, but I'm told it was a good 20 if not 25 yards out.
We played pretty well I thought in the first half, Konch, especially being fine. Shame the ref was piss-poor and definately should have taken more control over it, got a bit loopy at the end to make up for it, booking Jason Euell for "scoring" an offside goal, but failing to do the same when Spurs did.
Hoping there's no major injuries after all and it was good to see Feeesh again, first time in God Knows how long and the same for Perry.
Murphy's goal was a bit of a deflection off the goalpost but who cares?!
Plenty of mocking for Dad in the morning!

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

I'm feeling right Pollyanna-y! Lots of good things and only one bad thing.

Good Things.
  • Dad's selling the cab - Ok, he's only gonna get 2k for it, instead of the 14k that he paid, and its not really a good thing, but we need the money.
  • I qualify for Carer's allowance while I'm job-seeking, So although I'm not gonna get to keep the money, it's all good.
  • A blue handicapped badge and disabilty benefit is coming our way!
  • I am roughly £219 away from clearing the overdraft - and! My ISA which IS NOT TO BE TOUCHED AS ITS ALL PART OF THE MASTER PLAN!!! Has had about two hundred pounds worth of interest since the last time I looked, so technically I will only be taking three hundred pound out of the ISA as a season ticket is an Essential and therefore allowances will be made for that, and nothing else.
  • A loft will soon, possibly be making an appearance in our house.

("A loft" people say? When Dad's kicking the bucket, more noticeably every day now?? But see, Dad's been saving and living for this since the summer, when we found out, it gave him a reason to work and go out and not sink into some sorta depression.)

See how posh this will make us? We'll have one of those en-suite bathroom thingys like in hotels and even a "study/libary" for my tonnes and tonnes of books (I'm inable to throw even the most battered childhood book away and I read TONNES.)

Yup, I'm in a very Pollyanna-ery kinda mood, finding good in all the shit, which, let's face it can't be a bad thing can it?

Oh - the bad thing that I can't be chirpy about?

Dad weighs now about 8 and a half stone, possibly about half a stone of that is all tumour, so he weighs about the same as me, his ideal weight should be about 10 stone. When it was scary and he was very ill he was seven and a half stone, its getting now, that he's ribs and spine and shoulderbone come through his skin, not yet "Concentration camp thin" like before, but we're getting there.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

By pressing the next blog button 23 times I managed to go round in a circle and end up where I started from - HERE!
That's another sad little ambition fulfilled!
I'm a Goth!
It's offical! Are you?
JF forwarded this to me, I can't quite work out if it is a joke or what the fuck it is, my Goth tendancies are highlighted:

"Recently a flyer from a local church was sent around with this message, here it is in full. If Your Child is a Gothic, Reform Through the Lord! Listed below are some warning signs to indicate if your child may have gone astray from the Lord. Gothic (or goth) is a very obscure and often dangerous culture that young teenagers are prone to participating in. The gothic culture leads young, susceptible minds into an imagined world of evil,darkness, and violence. Please seek immediate attention through counselling, prayer, and parental guidance to rid your child of Satan's temptations if five or more of the following are applicable to your child:

-Frequently wears black clothing.
-Wears band and/or rock t-shirts.
-Wears excessive black eye makeup, lipstick or nailpolish. -
Wears any odd, silver jewelry or symbols. Some of these include: reversed crosses, pentagrams, pentacles, ankhs or various other Satanic worshipping symbols.
-Shows an interest in piercings or tattoos.
-Listens to gothic or any other anti-social genres of music. (Marilyn Manson claims to be the anti-Christ, and publicly speaks against the Lord. Please discard any such albums IMMEDIATELY.)
-Associates with other people that dress, act or speak eccentrically.
-Shows a declining interest in wholesome activities, such as: the Bible, prayer, church or sports.
-Shows an increasing interest in death, vampires, magic, the occult, witchcraft or anything else that involves Satan.
-Takes drugs.
-Drinks alcohol.
-Is suicidal and/or depressed. Been there!
-Cuts, burns or partakes in any other method of self-mutilation. (This is a Satanic ritual that uses pain to detract from the light of God and His love. Please seek immediate attention for this at your local mental health center.)
-Complains of boredom.
-Sleeps too excessively or too little.
-Is excessively awake during the night.
-Dislikes sunlight or any other form of light. (This pertains to vampires promoting the idea that His light is of no use.)
-Demands an unusual amount of privacy.
-Spends large amounts of time alone.
-Requests time alone and quietness. (This is so that your child may speak to evil sprits.)
-Insists on spending time with friends while unaccompanied by an adult.
-Disregards authority figures; teachers, priests, nuns and elders are but a few examples of this.
-Misbehaves at school.
-Misbehaves at home.
-Eats excessively or too little.
-Eats goth-related foods. Count Chocula cereal is an example of this. (COUNT CHOCULA CEREAL MEANS YOU COMMUNICATE WITH THE DEVIL) Excuse me a minute while I piss my pants laughing.
-Drinks blood or expresses an interest in drinking blood. (Vampires believe this is how to attain Satan. This act is very dangerous and should be stopped immediately.)
-Watches cable television or any other corrupted media sources. (Ask your local church for proper programs that your child may watch.)
-Plays videos games that contains violence or role-playing nature.
-Uses the internet excessively and frequently makes time for the computer. Damn jobseekers websites corrupting me!
-Makes Satanic symbols and/or violently shakes head to music.
-Dances to music in a provocative manner.
-Is homosexual and/or bisexual.
-Pursues dangerous cult religions. Such include: Satanism, Scientology, Philosophy, Paganism, Wicca, Hinduism and Buddhism.
-Wears pins, stickers or anything else that contains these various phrases: "I'm so gothic, I'm dead", "woe is me", "I'm a goth".
-Claims to be a goth.
If five or more of these apply to your child, please intervene immediately. The gothic culture is dangerous and Satan thrives within it. If any of these problems persist, enlist your child into your local mental health center. I for one totally agree with this! The Gothic subculture is evil and corrupts the minds and bodies of the young. I myself almost fell prey to this evil group, many of my friends have, but I luckily was saved. I urge everyone here not to hate Gothics but to pity them, they are in need of help, they must be saved from themselves and the vile persuasion of Evil. What's your views on this satanic culture hiding in plain sight?"

I'd quite like to think that its a piss-take but I do fear that its some bizarre true thing, but surely noone is quite this daft, are they?

Friday, March 11, 2005

All bow down to my greatness.
Yes, even you at the back!
There's not many people who can be rejected from a job just by asking for an application form!
Both jobs that I emailed yesterday didn't get back in touch and so I blow large rasberries in their general direction and see how they like that!
To be honest, I wasn't too fussed, A data entry job (zzzzzz) and an animal technican which I was HUGELY over-qualified for and being the suspicious person I am, made me think of animal testing, which is an iffy subject in itself.
I'm not quite sure that testing anti-cancer drugs on mice (for example) is really gonna help humans but I would kill 20,000 mice in order to stop one family going through what we're going through.
I'm not quite sure what the laws are on animal testing, at uni, we worked with goldfish which weren't supposed to die, even if they were sucidual and things like Daphnia and Drosphilia (aaah the good old days of breeding fruit flies to drug, examine and drown.) But unlike The Lizard I had no problems in attempting to "glue" live Daphnia to slides or feeding them to goldfish.
I did feel sorry for the flies bred, specifically for us to look at wings and then murdered, but they weren't a native species so I couldn't "liberate" them as much as I'd have wanted too.
I don't believe animals should be kept for us useless students to fiddle with, so I'd have had to find out a hell of a lot more about that job before rejecting it.
But hey! I'm not even good enough to have an application form from either of those jobs!
Annnnd! I get 4 weeks away from the Stinky-ass centre (job centre)! Whoo!
STF kept trying to talk me into going up to Derby tonight to go to Alton Towers tomorrow, and didn't believe me when I confessed to the fear of rollercoasters. (I even shat myself on a simulator at the May Ball!)

Thursday, March 10, 2005

We will Rock You............ Rocks!
I'm not really a fan of Ben Elton, I don't find him that funny, so I was a little dubious about it, but it was great, very camp, cheesy and tongue in cheek!
How can you not laugh at a black man built like a brick shit house named Britney Spears?!
You could so tell too that it's not just Mum's who's been to see it loads too, people were giggling at jokes before they came.
Gotta love the person at the back who went into high pitched hysterics which sent the two main actors into hysterics too. (Gallielao the hero - was dead fit!)
People dancing in the aisles to Bohemian Rhapsody, singing along and waving glowsticks, it was great.
And Scaramouche the heroine, delivered possibly the line that sums up my school-life and the best line ever, that needs recording: "they thought i was a lesbian cos I don't wear pastels!"

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Tonight Matthew, I will be an uptown girl and a west end girl, I will be standing in line to see the show tonight.
My Mothership, E and The Brat will be rocking all over the world. There is no escape for me, Help me if you can, I will be attempting to be coming down with a fever to get out of it.
However much I try it'll be like being caught in a landslide, with no escape from reality
Dad will be driving us there in his cab, it’s not quite a jaguar though.
My Mothership especially is a Queen fanatic, her biggest regret was breaking her ribs the day of the Queen concert she was going too. I've listened to Freddy since I was in the womb, for years I loathed it being drummed down my ears, then when I went to uni I really missed it, sadly while I left E and Mothership unsupervised, Mothership converted E into the cult, Mothership is taking us tonight to see this - She's already been several times, I think its only her keeping the show running, and she has her own special season ticket or something.
I'm secretly looking forward to it, but don't tell them, I'll never hear the end of it!

(song lyrics from Uptown girl - Billy Joel, West end Boys and Girls - Pet Shop Boys, By the way - RHCP, Rocking all over the world - Status Quo, Help - The Beatles, I'm going slightly mad - Queen. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen. Driving in my car - Madness. Did you get them all?)

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

There's gotta be a reason why Pringles are so addictive...
Salt 'n' Vinegar ones especially...... ummmmm.
Yes, its been another dull day in my life, apart from sending Driving Instructor No4 into hysterics at the sad tale of Bungle the suicidal goldfish and how I suspected that Driving Instructors actually had a secret plot to take over the world or something, as they're always nodding and waving at each other and I reckon its code.
Stopped smiling though, when I realised its only 3 weeks till Test No7 or 8 depending on your point of view.
Oooh! The original Texas Chainsaw Massacre's on tonight.

Monday, March 07, 2005

100 days since He came to Derby and I got fucked over.
I still don't know why He did what He did and the bad side of me, the one that sounds like people from school, that put the bad thoughts into my head tell me "He did it cos he wanted a laugh, He's a bastard cunting wanker, like them all that you once thought were friends. He wanted to mess with your head."
Don't help the other things I've found out about Him since.
He's my best bloke mate apart from STF, although we hardly speak on the phone and rarely by text unless its abuse about our football teams fates.
But we get each other, rarely does someone get my sense of humour as quickly as He does and yes we are different, but we're also very much the same.
I can't rationalise what He did and I know there's nothing I can do until the next time I see Him, even if I have to wait another 100 days or even a year like before and then I know He'll bring it up cos like me. He can't let a thing lie and I'll tell him exactly what I know, and see how He tries to wiggle out of it, until then I'm biding my time.
I want Him out of my head and for a few days I'm successful in putting it out, stopping myself from thinking and then something will happen and He's back in my head.
I've tried all sorts of things, but Goddamn it. He won't leave my head and heart.
2 years in May since we first met and this is getting stupid.
I only want His friendship, I don't want this... this... patheticness anymore, can't have Him so why bother?
I think a lot of what could be and what I've missed out on (not my fault - his!) We would have been really awesome together and as far as I'm concerned that chance is gone now.
Not sure I want Him after it all now.
I don't know what I want and God only knows what He wants and what His motives are, whether it was to hurt me or what.
But there you go... Onwards and upwards right?


Meanwhile in other news I'm applying for the fish job and as always my folks were full of support and encouragement.
Dad: - "You really think you can fool them into getting it?"
Me: - "Hell yeah... And it's not fooling. We've kept fish for nearly 12 years, I did fish based and genetic modules at uni, I think I might know something about it."
Mum: - "But Its for a SENIOR technican, you've not got any experience, I don't think you'll get it."
Ok, you've been moaning at me for the last month for being unemployed, now there's a job I reckon I can do.. Cheers.... Tell you what, I think Safeways/Morrisons/Somerfield/whatever-the-hell-it-is down the Standard is hiring, shall I just work there for the rest of my life?

Sunday, March 06, 2005

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a place willing to pay me £21k, that's £21,000 JUST TO TAKE CARE OF SOME FUCKING FISH!!
Hot motherfucking damn I'm applying!
Anyone else Addicted to Fame Academy?
It's not the singing students but the blatant dislike between Richard Park and Patrick Keilty.
It's ace TV, watching them, make snide remarks to each other and hiding it badly.
Did you see Richard call Patrick a wankeryesterday under his breath?
And Patrick's earlier comment "Well from one bum to another.... Richard?"
It's compulsive viewing cos you're cringing for them and loving it at the same time.
Gotta be good for the ratings, wonder how much is being played upon?
Just watched Charlton Ladies lose the cup on SKY.
That Julie Fleming and Faye White for Arsenal looked really good.
Makes me wish more than anything that I could play, I'd love to be one of those tough defenders, the kind that put in proper bone-crunching tackles.
Sadly I managed to get all the defective genes when it came to sport in our family.
Everyone is sporty, except me, I miss easy catches, fall over the ball, can't hit a ball or run with any kind of speed.
So I sit and watch instead, and daydream that one day I could actually do something, but sadly the highlight of my sporting life was scoring a basketball in a game against the other tutor group.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

It's like Signs or something... The shit they put on the net!
there's still tomorrow. Forget the sorrow
I just wish to inform the world that I LOVE LostProphets and I love my lad mates.
I've been told that I'm the strongest person that they know (which reduced me to tears cos lets face it, I aint!)
And now STF who I love more than anyone else on the planet (apart from E - x!) in a purely platonic way spke to me on the phone and when I cried was ready to come to London now to take me away for a brealk.#
Did i ever tell toyu how much I love my lads? and how much I miss them and all my Derby matres?

Friday, March 04, 2005

stooooooopid weak baldder.
I'll be one of those tenalady advert peaople by the time i'm 40
Hot damn!
I'm getting drunk in my living room on my own!
Go me!
Maybe next week, I'll talk to a "real live" person that ain't a member of my family and ain't someone online or on the phone.
I also plan on chaining myself to the doors of some of those agencies until the bastards find me work!
Oh hell yeah!
Do you know that when they originally told us about Dad, and they reckoned it could be 9 months, that would have been March, as in This Month.
So how's he doing? Well, in Jan, when they took him off WonderDrug1 and gave him WonderDrug2 they said that they wouldn't have given him the drug unless they reckoned he had another 4 months at least.
So on that note, I guess it was good news.

We've been talking a bit, and I think he's thinking of giving up the taxi, let's face it, he's only doing one or two nights a week and thats only for two or three hours at a time.
Thing is it's due for an overhaul and insurance and although road-worthy, cos of Ken Livingstone they'd fail it for a wee bit of rust on the wing (Already means work would come to 2k)
Plus there's the new thing now also from Ken about the emissions, let's face it Black Cabs kick out a lot of shit, so although I agree in general with this I also see from The Cabby's point of view.
The traditional Fairway cabs like Dad's would need it fitted, even the fairly new TX1's need a emissons thing.
So it'd work out a hell of a lot of money, and there's no guarentee (one day I WILL learn to spell that!) that Dad'd be able to work long enough to re-coup the losses.
So if he sold it now, he'd be able to get maybe a grand on it and then hire a cab for when he was able and felt up to working.
If the cab went I'd be sad, everyone's jealous of the cab and get excited by riding in it, and not only that it's one more sign that the envitable is coming, at least when he does feel up to going to work, it's like we can pretend everything is normal.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

*Bursts into song*
Weeee are the Champions my friendsss!
Noooo time for Losers (Like Cheryl - hehe - no offence!)
Cooosss I am the Champion.
Of the world!

Go here.
I left the house today!
Yay me!
First time since Saturday too!
(Yes I do realise just how sad this makes me, that a trip to Bexleyheath was the highlight of my week)

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Poor Cheryl, I shall try to explain for you what that last post meant.
You already know that I support Charlton (The worlds greatest team) and Flash Leeds. (A bit crap (We especially have problems with Leeds cos they beat Charlton 6-1 once. Grrr.))
Incidently a lot of people don't like Leeds cos they're a bit.... rough shall we say? and sing songs about them being "Leeds scum" (Explains the link to him on the side!)

Last night was an FA cup replay between Arsenal (Last season's League Champions, one of the top three teams in the league) and Sheffield United who are in the division below Arsenal and about 25 places below Arsenal.
As this was a replay someone had to win, they played 90 minutes and the score was 0-0, so they played an extra half an hour but no one scored.
So it came to penalties, one on one with the goalkeeper to try and score a goal and its best out of 5.
Arsenal won.
Now Sheffield United are called the Blades cos on their club badge is two swords. (I've also heard them called the Blunts - hehe! and the Pigs (as their shirts are red and white stripes - like bacon Hehe. )
There's also another team in Sheffield called Sheffield Wednesday which are a lot older than United. They're known as the Owls as they have an Owl on their badge and I think originally played in a place called Owlerton (I'm not fully sure on this.)
And there's a Hell of a lot of rivalary between the two, Lots and Lots and Lots.
You can't support both, its one or the other, and lots of stories are told of games between the two. The Boxing Day Massacre, the All Sheffield Cup game (Biggest evacuation of Sheffield since the War, A used to tell me when he was drunk) and as I know more Owls than Blades and been to a few Wednesday games, I'm quite fond of them.

(Oh and Spurs? Another London Team - Tottenham Hotspur - My dad was a season ticket holder for ages in his youth. They're playing Nottingham Forest tonight in another cup replay and are winning 2-0 at the time!)

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

I *may* have heard a song that *may* have been Cradle of Filth covering the legend that is Cliff. (Devil Woman to be exact.)

How gutting was that cup match?
I'm more an Owl than a Blade thanks to MH and Jena but I was cheering for them tonight.
And Brentford lost too!
I'm well on the side of Spurs for tomorrow as Dad's a diehard fan and has never really come to terms with my "deflection"
You know you see things sometimes and think, hang on that can't be right and need another look and it confirms everything that you've suspected about your lack of sanity?
And you know sometimes you shouldn't say what you think you've seen but you've been questioned about it?

Driving past the Fanny on the Hill pub, it has one of those old fashioned pub signs that swings from a post and a light on the top of it, I was convinced I saw something.
And was so busy trying to rationalise what I'd thought I'd seen that I nearly drove into the curb.
"What where you staring at?" Enquired Driving Instructor No4.
"Oh, I thought I saw a monkey on top of the pub sign."
Cue hysterical giggles from the both of us for the rest of the lesson and comments about watching out for the elephant on the top deck of the 89 bus and hippos on motorbikes.