Shouts across to the steward to set up a large malt and leave the bottle, meanwhile he's made it to the jukebox, taps a couple of keys then makes his way to the bar.
The steward says 'Been one of those days then?'.
The Scotsman raises his glass like a salute and says 'Aye, a long one!' and takes a large savouring drink while the jukebox plays the bass intro of 'Ace of spades'......
Well chaps that sums up the way I feel as the end result of the last three weeks.
Starting off with being the 'agent provocateur' in splitting my band with one 3 paged mobile text message. I could really start bitchin' about that, but I seen it coming a while back and did nothing, just kept putting in time, energy and money knowing that this was how it was going to continue. With no great help on the legwork side, I had enough!.
We had some great sessions together but present finacial climbate does not help the cause, so that is end of Section 8 for now....
Spots a nice 'Bird' bird for sale, Hmmmm. (goes into a 'Waynes World' dream sequence, 'It will be mine'... It will be mine'...)
Whilst that was on going, the car was going thru its MOT and the young lad had dropped his mums lappy (fekking insurance required it to be named).
Ahhh... well, something to look forward to, Wedding anniversary.
Great, leave the kidz and have some time out with the missus. Booked the Monday off with the intent of doing a 'parents only' Sunday indulging in the things we like and not what they want.
Thursday, I get home to find Cameron home too, not usual as school was in and he wan't sitting in front of tv with Wii on and a lappy on the arm of the sofa. He's up in bed with a migraine, going deaf and a nose running better than Usain Bolt.
So come Saturday night, I'm felling like chit.... (please no rasher jokes as it still hurts)
Between then and now I've suffered allsorts from deafness to Direeahhhhhhhh but mainly it's my lungs that pays (smoker, and still enjoying it),
I walked around to the post office this afternoon, which is a 20min stroll. I was blowing outa my *** and breaking a sweat with that. Work knows that I'm not in tomorrow, and I've just finished rolling another smoke and about to open my 3rd bottle of 'old peculiar'.
Tomorrow. I'll head out to the car park and fire her up... 5 days untouched, sacrilege... and there's something else, Benetton colours, pink.. 'pretty in pink'... 'pink lady'..... Oh no, cerise is the colour. I'm a wee bit colour blind, it's either pink or purple...
I'm glad I don't have a diary, but hey, the days here are getting longer, hotter and drier.......

 

I'll drink to that, mo.
Sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes the bear eats you.

So it goes.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAXfmvdA0Vk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIJMf24N3YY

 

Sorry to hear your woe's Mo , still look on the bright side .

• Section 9 sounds way cooler than Section 8.
• The flu didn't kill you , what doesn't kill you , can only make you stronger.
• There are plenty more 'Birds' where that one came from . Buy in haste repent at leisure , she's out there waiting for you , you'll find her eventually.

 

I hear you lot have got some sunshine coming (if you believe the weather man) so get the cane out and clear out the cobwebs, It wont help a shlt, but you will feel better for it