Area 136

Work is over for another year.

If you hear from me on here again I will be at Rancho collapso.

And if you hear from me after 8pm I will be at some stage of the process known as drunk.

If you hear from me after midnight, ignore me.......

Have a good one everybody!

Natures cure for tiredness!

Just got back from a trip out to get a little tri-pod thing for my camera. As I am returning down Tottenham Court Road a twenty something “Street Dweller” with a sallow face spots that I am smoking a cigarette and homes in on me.

I see him coming and note the crumpled £5 in his hand.

“here we go” says my brain.

“Aay man, gimme a ciggie for a fiver…”

Five pounds for one ciggie you say! Why not?

Well why not was the way he forcibly shouldered me towards the big glass window of Boots in an attempt to pin me there. I don’t react kindly to that sort of shit.

So I pushed him back and bade him a hearty “FUCK OFF!”

He tries again while saying “Wayya meeen fuck off! I tryin to give you a five for one cigarette man”

“You are giving me shit so FUCK OFF!” and I shoulder him back away.

We are now about four feet apart and he does the arms out slightly to the sides stance and says

“Waya gonna fuckin’ do eh!”

I step towards him

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING!? When did I grow testicles? Has my yellow streak washed off?

“FUCK. YOU!”

I am just so eloquent when in mid discussion no?

“Ah fuck you ya bitch mumble mumble” Spits at me, misses totally and wanders off.

Life in London during the season of goodwill.

You can’t beat it.

The New Year approaches on rocket powered roller-skates, full of possibilities and god knows what else.

Like many others I will be up till it arrives and for a while thereafter, making merry and not arguing with anyone. Even those of us whose new year starts at the Solstice will be welcoming in another page of the calendar.

And then at some point on January the first we will get our fist proper look at it. When we wake up there it will be, 2009 – sitting on the end of the bed and staring at us with an evil glint in its eye as if to say.

“Will I be good, or will I be bad……who knows?”

Then the bastard will start laughing at us.