Area 136

And its all got to go somewhere!

Blimey.

The practicalities of ending a relationship are a bit fecking annoying, once you have waded through all the maddness of the emotional wossname.

Where the fuck did I get so many distortion pedals! and lets not talk about the other pedals.

And the CD's and the.....other stuff!

When your not expecting to have to move, its amazing the stuff you actually have that makes you think "Why!?"

Maybe a big skip and a shovel are needed.

Oh well.

Sitting here smutting up various people around blogworld, I thought to myself what a wonderful world "have I gone deaf?"

But no.

You see when I thought, about an hour ago, about putting the fecking radio on for a bit of classic rock, I should have actually got up and fecking done it.

What a twat.

That, my dear friends, is the danger of red wine.

Makes you lazy and deaf. No not deaf. Just lazy.

and bingo was his name. Oh.

Or any working day. I don’t want to be here as part of this team anymore, I am fed up with chasing people who make much more money than me and trying to get them to do their jobs and find out whether or not the customers they are looking after are paying for the services we give them. Bastards.

I will have to go and see my new bestest friend behind a bar in the world. Yep, the barman in Mollys. Camper than a row of tents but a nice bloke – he must be, I give him money and he gives me booze, it’s a perfect relationship.

When I left on Friday lunchtime he said “You in tomorrow?”

“What Saturday? Are you mad?”

“Well I’ll be here, well I’m always bloody here me”

I think I’ve pulled.

A fellow blogger has just reminded me it will be Lent soon.

A period where you are supposed to give something up.

Hmmm.

Smoking - bugger off.

Drinking - ditto.

Swearing - fuck right off.

I know. I will try something new and challenging. Very challenging in fact.

I will give up giving a fuck.

Yes. Cold and heartless and angst free.

Hang on, what was the first one again?

Edit.

Impossible. I could never do it.