...and I'm still not back onto Orange.
Tried to contact them online from work - Hell, even brought the credit cards in to pay the fees but couldn't get through. They seem to have stopped phoning. But with the type of shifts I work, they are never going to get me in anyway. Bugger.
Work is a nightmare, went off yesterday morning after a busy nightshift but thinking well, they were showing sighns of improving and come back to find 2 of them have crashed big time.
Its not a pleasant thing to come into. Even worse for the families and then theres always some wee asshole who despite being repeadedly told the visiting policy still cant seem to count above 2 - or thinks we cant count over 2 and brings in several visitors at a time. But I've noticed a hardening in our attitudes, we are now begining to challenge these wee neds and Its nice that I'm not the only one challenging them and asking them to leave.
Now if only we can get the medical staff to stop trating the parents as if they are also medically trained. The parents dont like it when we laugh as they get it wrong, especially some of the pronounciations and it pisses us off when they start playing around with the medical equipment or telling us its time the wean was off the ventilation.
Aye, right....bastards.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Xmas Shopping...
...10 days to go and I havn't even started apart from 3 things for the bad taste lucky dip - anything at a quid or less (but not obscene). I've got a Hugh Grant DVD-97p from ASDA, a chocolate shitting reindeer toy - choccies look just like wee turds, probably taste like it too and a packet of 5xPeemates, those things they were flogging at T-in-the-Park that enables lassies to pish standing up, bad taste if ever there was.
Thought I'd cracked it with the wee barra, got a second hand tumble dryer, except it was as noisy as the one it replaced, and it leaked. The old bastard we got it from denied there was something wrong with it. The old cunt had to defend his stock, made sure the cheque didn't bounce to but the upshot was the wee barra got her own tumble dryer, so I'm back to sqare one for a chrissie pressie, and since I'm not on line yet, I havn't gone daft this year on eBay the way I did last year - although she did love all the created emerald & diamond stuff I got her last year.
Bet if I got her a load of sweeties in the big tubs they do at Costco - she be just as pleased.
For someone who claims to have a small stomach - well, she did have a gastro-jejunostomy done about 20 yrs ago - she can fair pack the sweets away. Eat a full meal or go out to a resaurant for a meal - most of it gets left on the plate.
Give her a 1lb bag of Revels - dissapears faster than snow off a dyke in the blazing sun!
Fuckin' gannet.
Thought I'd cracked it with the wee barra, got a second hand tumble dryer, except it was as noisy as the one it replaced, and it leaked. The old bastard we got it from denied there was something wrong with it. The old cunt had to defend his stock, made sure the cheque didn't bounce to but the upshot was the wee barra got her own tumble dryer, so I'm back to sqare one for a chrissie pressie, and since I'm not on line yet, I havn't gone daft this year on eBay the way I did last year - although she did love all the created emerald & diamond stuff I got her last year.
Bet if I got her a load of sweeties in the big tubs they do at Costco - she be just as pleased.
For someone who claims to have a small stomach - well, she did have a gastro-jejunostomy done about 20 yrs ago - she can fair pack the sweets away. Eat a full meal or go out to a resaurant for a meal - most of it gets left on the plate.
Give her a 1lb bag of Revels - dissapears faster than snow off a dyke in the blazing sun!
Fuckin' gannet.
Back at work...
...for the first of 2 night shifts after the 4 shifts from Hell I had at the weekend/begining of the week.
It hasn't got any better.
Had to go up to ICU as the opposite number didnt want to change again, so I'll have to change tomorrow as todays day person will be tomorrows night person, well, makes sense to us cos we're used to being buggered around.
Didn't have a reply from the boss about the complaining eMail I'd sent her about the staffing levels.
The sad thing is, they and the higher-up heid bummers think that just anybody can come in here and function competently - as if.
Its our fault really, when we get people we're not sure about, we tend to give them the easy babies to look after, the ones who are nearly ready for home, feeders & grower's who are no trouble at all, not the ones on level 3 drugs, unstable airways, desaturate for the least wee thing, certainly dont let them anywhere near NICU, CPAP or any other types of ventilation.
So when these buggers go off back to their own wards, they think we have an easy time of it - 'cos they cant see you struggling with 4/5 in high dependancy plus 1/2 in isolation.
Isolation, another thing that makes me laugh, some folk think if the wear a plastic pinny, they're fucking sterile and either will not catch any bugs or transfer their own bugs to the patient - then walk around the fucking ward wearing them as if it conveys some sort of immunity!
And if you chin them about it YOU are all the evil cunts under the sun.
Do I care what someone thinks of me if I have to chin them?
If they do something detrimental to a baby through stupidity or not paying adequate attention -
HELL FUCKIN' MEND THEM, THEY DESERVE EVERYTHING THEY GET.
Cunts.
That is all.
It hasn't got any better.
Had to go up to ICU as the opposite number didnt want to change again, so I'll have to change tomorrow as todays day person will be tomorrows night person, well, makes sense to us cos we're used to being buggered around.
Didn't have a reply from the boss about the complaining eMail I'd sent her about the staffing levels.
The sad thing is, they and the higher-up heid bummers think that just anybody can come in here and function competently - as if.
Its our fault really, when we get people we're not sure about, we tend to give them the easy babies to look after, the ones who are nearly ready for home, feeders & grower's who are no trouble at all, not the ones on level 3 drugs, unstable airways, desaturate for the least wee thing, certainly dont let them anywhere near NICU, CPAP or any other types of ventilation.
So when these buggers go off back to their own wards, they think we have an easy time of it - 'cos they cant see you struggling with 4/5 in high dependancy plus 1/2 in isolation.
Isolation, another thing that makes me laugh, some folk think if the wear a plastic pinny, they're fucking sterile and either will not catch any bugs or transfer their own bugs to the patient - then walk around the fucking ward wearing them as if it conveys some sort of immunity!
And if you chin them about it YOU are all the evil cunts under the sun.
Do I care what someone thinks of me if I have to chin them?
If they do something detrimental to a baby through stupidity or not paying adequate attention -
HELL FUCKIN' MEND THEM, THEY DESERVE EVERYTHING THEY GET.
Cunts.
That is all.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Xmas Night Out...
...last week at the Seamill Hydro.
Brilliant night out and a great wee location, sea battering of the wall at the end of the Gardens, nice sunshine the day after so got a couple of wee walks along the beach. Good crowd at it and no one was so pissed that they made total arses of themselves......ahem.
Everyone looked niceand the food was good.
Roll on next year.
Brilliant night out and a great wee location, sea battering of the wall at the end of the Gardens, nice sunshine the day after so got a couple of wee walks along the beach. Good crowd at it and no one was so pissed that they made total arses of themselves......ahem.
Everyone looked niceand the food was good.
Roll on next year.
Gym Bunny III...
... had a six month assessment a couple of weeks ago, different wee guy called Mark.
Thought he was at it when he said he wanted to check my height again - thout it was a real wind up. Weight, aye, I could see the point of that but the height?
Well, I've gained half an inch!
Apparently its something to do with improved posture and muscle tone and less slouchiness thats got me up to 5'4.5" but Christ, that'll do me.
Stuff the Duracell Bunny, the fuckin' Gym Bunny's gonny keep going and going.
Thought he was at it when he said he wanted to check my height again - thout it was a real wind up. Weight, aye, I could see the point of that but the height?
Well, I've gained half an inch!
Apparently its something to do with improved posture and muscle tone and less slouchiness thats got me up to 5'4.5" but Christ, that'll do me.
Stuff the Duracell Bunny, the fuckin' Gym Bunny's gonny keep going and going.
Fucking off duty...
...is totally crap.
What with the flu season getting underway, people who should be sitting at home not doing much going xmas shopping and triggering off premature labours and delivering early - we are totally fucked.
The staff numbers are down to silly numbers so its downright dangerous and the baby numbers are going up.
Most of the consultants see our point about needing better staffing levels to maintain even a basic quality of care but one is so up her own arse, if she's bored, she thinks we're doing sod all so finds even more things to bog us down with.
Cunt.
What with the flu season getting underway, people who should be sitting at home not doing much going xmas shopping and triggering off premature labours and delivering early - we are totally fucked.
The staff numbers are down to silly numbers so its downright dangerous and the baby numbers are going up.
Most of the consultants see our point about needing better staffing levels to maintain even a basic quality of care but one is so up her own arse, if she's bored, she thinks we're doing sod all so finds even more things to bog us down with.
Cunt.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Big Burdz...
...finally went th the Bird of Prey place up at Braco.
Supposed to go in October but gale force winds and heavy rain meant they had to cancel - Birds wernt daft enough to fly in 60mph winds.
So we got there two weeks ago in November.
Freezing cold, drizzling rain, occaisional flashes of bright sun and I got soaked but so what - we had a brilliant time.
Had to take the hood of the jacket, fur trimmed. The hawks would have went for it.
Learned how to tie the Falconer's knot, how to pick up a bird. Wee Harris Hawks, fantastic wee birds. Went for a walk in a field, watched the Hawk flying from the trees to the handler and got a go ourseleves. Then up to a different field and watched a peregrine falcon going through her paces. Pure magic so it was nad got a chance to have her land on our fists.
Then there was a Bengalese eagle owl. Lovely bird. Pity it landed in a dod of cow shit.
Then came the American Bald Eagle. 14lbs of flying/killing big bird and it was ace watching it fly but by Christ you felt it land when it came onto your fist.
Best study day I've ever been on.
We're going back in the summer.
Supposed to go in October but gale force winds and heavy rain meant they had to cancel - Birds wernt daft enough to fly in 60mph winds.
So we got there two weeks ago in November.
Freezing cold, drizzling rain, occaisional flashes of bright sun and I got soaked but so what - we had a brilliant time.
Had to take the hood of the jacket, fur trimmed. The hawks would have went for it.
Learned how to tie the Falconer's knot, how to pick up a bird. Wee Harris Hawks, fantastic wee birds. Went for a walk in a field, watched the Hawk flying from the trees to the handler and got a go ourseleves. Then up to a different field and watched a peregrine falcon going through her paces. Pure magic so it was nad got a chance to have her land on our fists.
Then there was a Bengalese eagle owl. Lovely bird. Pity it landed in a dod of cow shit.
Then came the American Bald Eagle. 14lbs of flying/killing big bird and it was ace watching it fly but by Christ you felt it land when it came onto your fist.
Best study day I've ever been on.
We're going back in the summer.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Post script to last blog...
...when I did the split shift.
Driving back to the van, knackered. Had to come off the motorway 'cos I couldnt keep in a straight line.
Fell asleep in a lay-by, for about an hour. Woke up bursting for a pee but nowhere that was sheltered enough to do so in privacy, Fuck it, I'm no proud but I draw the line at no bushes.
Carried on down the A road. Nearly went over the top of at least 2 roundabouts. Mnagwed to stop in time but gratefull it was a Sunday morning.
Speedo kept seeming to say >80, DESPITE KEEPING TAKING MY FOOT OFF THE GAS AND ON THE BRAKES.
Glad to get home safely and without getting in an accident.
Dont think I could handle it if some stupid action of mines hurt some innocent bystander.
NEVER DOING A FUCKING SPLIT SHIFT AGAIN.......not worth it being a danger to people on a public road.
I was really lucky.
Driving back to the van, knackered. Had to come off the motorway 'cos I couldnt keep in a straight line.
Fell asleep in a lay-by, for about an hour. Woke up bursting for a pee but nowhere that was sheltered enough to do so in privacy, Fuck it, I'm no proud but I draw the line at no bushes.
Carried on down the A road. Nearly went over the top of at least 2 roundabouts. Mnagwed to stop in time but gratefull it was a Sunday morning.
Speedo kept seeming to say >80, DESPITE KEEPING TAKING MY FOOT OFF THE GAS AND ON THE BRAKES.
Glad to get home safely and without getting in an accident.
Dont think I could handle it if some stupid action of mines hurt some innocent bystander.
NEVER DOING A FUCKING SPLIT SHIFT AGAIN.......not worth it being a danger to people on a public road.
I was really lucky.
Gym Bunny II...
...was at the gym the other night.
OK, still a fat bastard...BUT...not as fat as was previously, its starting to work.
Defitely some muscle definition showing. But without looking like a big scary dyke.
OK, I'm never going to be svelt, but there's definately less wobble.
And in the reflection in the tinted mirrors the other night when I was on the stepper, a guy on the bikes behind me was definatly checking out my arse.
He didn't look like he was going to boak and he wasn't laughing.
He was definatly checking out the (not so wobbly) arse.
Shame he had a face like a bag of spanners.
OK, still a fat bastard...BUT...not as fat as was previously, its starting to work.
Defitely some muscle definition showing. But without looking like a big scary dyke.
OK, I'm never going to be svelt, but there's definately less wobble.
And in the reflection in the tinted mirrors the other night when I was on the stepper, a guy on the bikes behind me was definatly checking out my arse.
He didn't look like he was going to boak and he wasn't laughing.
He was definatly checking out the (not so wobbly) arse.
Shame he had a face like a bag of spanners.
Still not connected...
...to the web on the new-ish laptop.
Doesn't help that the Bank changed my gold credit card for a platinum one, with a different number and I havn't got round to all the direct-debits that I paid off it to give them the new number, so the broadband fee to Orange hasnt been paid so they've cut me off.
But I've got Freecell and Boggle, can play CD's and DVD's so, Fuck It.
End of the season, still not completly emptied the van. Got a key now for the big gates into the site, so I can get to the van any time I like.
Which is a bit of a bugger with it falling apart the way it is. I'd intended to use it for storage this year and to keep the cats away from any decorating, well, the way Dot and Maisie keep trying to climb ladders, especially if I'm at the top of them... except the summer was so good, I just used the van as it was originally intended ie. lie in a hammock and drink vodka till I couldnt get up the stairs for refills. When I'd sobered up enough to get up the stairs it was time to pour another drink. Stops you geting to pissed to hurt yourself.
But the state its in now, IF it gets through the winter without high winds blowing it off the chassis, will definately be the last summer.
Would need to win the National at the Mecca to be able to afford another one.
Need to start going back to the Bingo again.
Doesn't help that the Bank changed my gold credit card for a platinum one, with a different number and I havn't got round to all the direct-debits that I paid off it to give them the new number, so the broadband fee to Orange hasnt been paid so they've cut me off.
But I've got Freecell and Boggle, can play CD's and DVD's so, Fuck It.
End of the season, still not completly emptied the van. Got a key now for the big gates into the site, so I can get to the van any time I like.
Which is a bit of a bugger with it falling apart the way it is. I'd intended to use it for storage this year and to keep the cats away from any decorating, well, the way Dot and Maisie keep trying to climb ladders, especially if I'm at the top of them... except the summer was so good, I just used the van as it was originally intended ie. lie in a hammock and drink vodka till I couldnt get up the stairs for refills. When I'd sobered up enough to get up the stairs it was time to pour another drink. Stops you geting to pissed to hurt yourself.
But the state its in now, IF it gets through the winter without high winds blowing it off the chassis, will definately be the last summer.
Would need to win the National at the Mecca to be able to afford another one.
Need to start going back to the Bingo again.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Gym Bunny...
... One of the wee cousins was out at my Ma's when I visited last week. He trained as a fitness instructor, liked it too until he did in his cruciates and packed it in.
Turns out he knows the 2 guys who work at my gym.
Means even if I wanted to chuck it, I'd still have to go cos the wee sod would nip my head if I didnt.
And Davie and Stevie wind me up when they see me at the Gym too.
Christ, knowing my luck I'll be (sweating) glowing like a pig and he'll come into the gym cos Stevie said that Castlemilk is shutting for a few weeks for refurbishment and thats where Joe goes.
Bugger....
Turns out he knows the 2 guys who work at my gym.
Means even if I wanted to chuck it, I'd still have to go cos the wee sod would nip my head if I didnt.
And Davie and Stevie wind me up when they see me at the Gym too.
Christ, knowing my luck I'll be (sweating) glowing like a pig and he'll come into the gym cos Stevie said that Castlemilk is shutting for a few weeks for refurbishment and thats where Joe goes.
Bugger....
Strange day...
...Started out as a dayshift. Nearly slept in, lots of noise through the night from the airport with jumbo's coming in Evergreen aviation, the cargo outfit the American military used during the summer to transport the dirty bombs to Isreal. Wonder if last nights racket had anything to do with Korea exploding their first nuclear device through the week?
Drove like a maddy to get to work on time.
Looking at the off duty, thanks to folk staying off sick who were supposed to be coming back but not bothering to let us know, we were really short on the N so, I did a short shift this am - 07.30-11.00 then came back on 23.00-0745, course that meant tomorrows D had to be changed into a N.
When I got in, the boss had been contacted and she came in to cover till I got there, which is a shame cos she never gets away at the right time anyway during the week, we realised that there was a knock on weffect at the begining of the week, so instead of N Sunday, I'm doing N Monday instead which works in better with my existing off duty. Got a nice thank you email from the boss for being flexible, but thats what being off a rota means to me, as long as a) it doesnt become a habit and b) people realise I can do that for emergencies which are unavoidable, c) I'll be fucked before I'll let myself be used to fill in for offduty some of the clowns in here dont fancy doing.
Of course I did more this afternoon when I got back to the van than I normally do when I'm rostered for nights. ie.
Did a washing.
Hung it out.
Made mushroom soup - from scratch.
Watched an old episode of Star Trek TOS. (The first part of The Menagerie).
Watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on DVD (again) and some of the extras.
Yes, he's definately doing Michael Jackson - and very well too.
Mopped up some remains of something Maisie had caught, played with, didnt eat but shredded and left lying over the kitchen floor. Thank you Maisie.
Took in the washing.
Emptied the litter tray. Dont know which is the worst. Emptying the tray or picking up body parts.
Went to bed for a couple of hours just dozed though, some bloody dog kept barking.
When the bloody dog wasn't barking, some bloody plane was coming in to land.
Or taking off.
Bastards.
Still, I'll get my reward in Heaven.
Drove like a maddy to get to work on time.
Looking at the off duty, thanks to folk staying off sick who were supposed to be coming back but not bothering to let us know, we were really short on the N so, I did a short shift this am - 07.30-11.00 then came back on 23.00-0745, course that meant tomorrows D had to be changed into a N.
When I got in, the boss had been contacted and she came in to cover till I got there, which is a shame cos she never gets away at the right time anyway during the week, we realised that there was a knock on weffect at the begining of the week, so instead of N Sunday, I'm doing N Monday instead which works in better with my existing off duty. Got a nice thank you email from the boss for being flexible, but thats what being off a rota means to me, as long as a) it doesnt become a habit and b) people realise I can do that for emergencies which are unavoidable, c) I'll be fucked before I'll let myself be used to fill in for offduty some of the clowns in here dont fancy doing.
Of course I did more this afternoon when I got back to the van than I normally do when I'm rostered for nights. ie.
Did a washing.
Hung it out.
Made mushroom soup - from scratch.
Watched an old episode of Star Trek TOS. (The first part of The Menagerie).
Watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on DVD (again) and some of the extras.
Yes, he's definately doing Michael Jackson - and very well too.
Mopped up some remains of something Maisie had caught, played with, didnt eat but shredded and left lying over the kitchen floor. Thank you Maisie.
Took in the washing.
Emptied the litter tray. Dont know which is the worst. Emptying the tray or picking up body parts.
Went to bed for a couple of hours just dozed though, some bloody dog kept barking.
When the bloody dog wasn't barking, some bloody plane was coming in to land.
Or taking off.
Bastards.
Still, I'll get my reward in Heaven.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Nearly the end of the season...
...and time to start getting the caravan ready to lie over the winter. Better do a better job of it this year, so I dont get bloody mice in again.
Couldnt get home over the weekend, working nights, Scotland v's France game at Hampden (FUXAKE, WE WON!!!) so dont know if there are any letters waiting for me.
Still, the pipes are sorted, just got to pay for the damage now - and the shitey smell will have disappeared.
Couldnt get home over the weekend, working nights, Scotland v's France game at Hampden (FUXAKE, WE WON!!!) so dont know if there are any letters waiting for me.
Still, the pipes are sorted, just got to pay for the damage now - and the shitey smell will have disappeared.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Finally got a new laptop...
...about three weeks ago, havn't been near the house, apart from quick runs in to pick up the mail.
I'll leave the reasons for that for another time.
Its a Toshiba, from PC World - never buying a computer again from Aldi thats for sure.
It even had windowsXP already plumbed into it.
What have I done with it since I got it 3 weeks ago - played fuckin' Free Cell thats all.
Get it set up for the net yet.
My friends Dad died a couple of weeks ago. Right out the blue.
Suppose its the best way for him - he wouldnt have been aware of it really, but helluva difficult for those left behind, trying to come to terms with it.
Dont think my pal really beleives it yet, when you go through the first few days after a sudden berevement like that, everythings a kind of blur and you've got the arrangements to make, appointments for insurance etc. to keep you occupied and something to concentrate on so that you are deliberately not thinking about the reason behind why youre actually doing it in the first place.
First thing his mum asked me was how did my maw cope after my Da passed suddenly.
Thats when I found out that she didnt really - turns out she used to get the bus into Glasgow, sit in the bus station for the next bus, bearing in mind it takes an hour to get to hers from the town, go for a cup of tea then dive out for the next bus into either Stirling or Falkirk, basically just played on the buses. As she said - "Why do you think I didnt argue with you when you suggested going to Cardonald to see what stray dugs were in?"
She met her match with the dug she picked out.
I'll leave the reasons for that for another time.
Its a Toshiba, from PC World - never buying a computer again from Aldi thats for sure.
It even had windowsXP already plumbed into it.
What have I done with it since I got it 3 weeks ago - played fuckin' Free Cell thats all.
Get it set up for the net yet.
My friends Dad died a couple of weeks ago. Right out the blue.
Suppose its the best way for him - he wouldnt have been aware of it really, but helluva difficult for those left behind, trying to come to terms with it.
Dont think my pal really beleives it yet, when you go through the first few days after a sudden berevement like that, everythings a kind of blur and you've got the arrangements to make, appointments for insurance etc. to keep you occupied and something to concentrate on so that you are deliberately not thinking about the reason behind why youre actually doing it in the first place.
First thing his mum asked me was how did my maw cope after my Da passed suddenly.
Thats when I found out that she didnt really - turns out she used to get the bus into Glasgow, sit in the bus station for the next bus, bearing in mind it takes an hour to get to hers from the town, go for a cup of tea then dive out for the next bus into either Stirling or Falkirk, basically just played on the buses. As she said - "Why do you think I didnt argue with you when you suggested going to Cardonald to see what stray dugs were in?"
She met her match with the dug she picked out.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Nine months after...
...Xmas and New Year and we're as quiet as get-oot.
The place is usually jumping because of the Xmas conceptions but, guess they're finally heeding the Government Health Warnings regarding drink.
And remembering to take the tablets.
The place is usually jumping because of the Xmas conceptions but, guess they're finally heeding the Government Health Warnings regarding drink.
And remembering to take the tablets.
Bloody flat...
...checked out the flat the other day. Big turds lying under my bedroom window and a smell that could knock out a horse. Contacted the factors - I'm now on first name terms with Magrit who works there.
Turns out Ground Force let it slip to them that he'd tried to shift something in the drains with a sink plunger and let it go. So he thought he'd try again with a mop but the fuckin' mop head fell off. This is whats in all probability travelled along the pipe, blocked it and affected the sewage drainage so that the turds are floating back at us.
God help them, the plumbers are trying their best but thanks to Ground force and his stupidity, we're going to be out a fortune to get this sorted.
Explains the shocked look he gave me when I told him I wasnt going to stay there with the drains in that state and with that smell. Cunt was probably feeling guilty. Had the cheek to tell me he wasnt happy with the Factor and that we should get together and sack them.
Turns out Ground Force let it slip to them that he'd tried to shift something in the drains with a sink plunger and let it go. So he thought he'd try again with a mop but the fuckin' mop head fell off. This is whats in all probability travelled along the pipe, blocked it and affected the sewage drainage so that the turds are floating back at us.
God help them, the plumbers are trying their best but thanks to Ground force and his stupidity, we're going to be out a fortune to get this sorted.
Explains the shocked look he gave me when I told him I wasnt going to stay there with the drains in that state and with that smell. Cunt was probably feeling guilty. Had the cheek to tell me he wasnt happy with the Factor and that we should get together and sack them.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Wee Maw...
...and her casual observations.
Walking behind me the other day, heard the exclamation "Jeezo!, youre arse is getting wee-er, 'zat the gym?"
Me - "Aye, how?".
Wee Maw - " Aye well, a wee bit merr aff the belly, and you'll start to look like youre normal".
Nae fuckin' chance of getting big-headed in my family eh!.
Walking behind me the other day, heard the exclamation "Jeezo!, youre arse is getting wee-er, 'zat the gym?"
Me - "Aye, how?".
Wee Maw - " Aye well, a wee bit merr aff the belly, and you'll start to look like youre normal".
Nae fuckin' chance of getting big-headed in my family eh!.
Bastard of a flat...
...I'm realy hating this flat.
Problems with the drains again. Not only is drainage from the bath flooding into the back court, but courtesy of the strong smell of keich coming in the close, I opened the windy, flushed the lavvy and saw the water level rise up a bit and swirl around so now the bathwater and sewagwe drainage systems are mixed.
The factors and the plumbers are doing their best, despite the clown from across the landing stopping the plumbers accessing and fixing it last week, to leave it till this week - so the problem has escalated but Scottish Water who are apparently responsible for blockages/collapses when pipes are a certain distance away from the house are trying to say a) they didnt know about it,
b) internal pipe bursts are more important than shite coming up my bath plug hole, c) A big boy did it and ran away.
And of course last night and tonight Robbie Williams is playing Hampden so even if the plumbing is OK, I couldnt get near the house - but at least the smell of the horse shit from the police horses will disguise the smell of shit from the drains.
Bugger...
Problems with the drains again. Not only is drainage from the bath flooding into the back court, but courtesy of the strong smell of keich coming in the close, I opened the windy, flushed the lavvy and saw the water level rise up a bit and swirl around so now the bathwater and sewagwe drainage systems are mixed.
The factors and the plumbers are doing their best, despite the clown from across the landing stopping the plumbers accessing and fixing it last week, to leave it till this week - so the problem has escalated but Scottish Water who are apparently responsible for blockages/collapses when pipes are a certain distance away from the house are trying to say a) they didnt know about it,
b) internal pipe bursts are more important than shite coming up my bath plug hole, c) A big boy did it and ran away.
And of course last night and tonight Robbie Williams is playing Hampden so even if the plumbing is OK, I couldnt get near the house - but at least the smell of the horse shit from the police horses will disguise the smell of shit from the drains.
Bugger...
Monday, August 28, 2006
Just back after another weeks holiday...
... and it feels as if I've never been away.
Nights are starting to get noticably darker and there's a definate nip in the air in the mornings that makes you stay in bed a bit longer so you end up rushing at the last minute when you finally do get up.
Works starting to busy up again - just in time for the pre-Xmas rush. Well, 9 months after the LAST Xmas, all the weans conceived 'cos Daddy got HIS XMAS SHAG start to be born, ( well I suppose its more interesting than watching the crap programmes they put on the telly over the festive season.) Horrible combination, works being busy, short staffed, running out of the basic equipement and nothing ever gets changed on the way things get organised or run.
Still going to the gym. Still enjoying it. The muscle definition is a bit more noticable and you're definately hooked when you get the new Argos catalogue and you find you're pouring over the gym equipement and the home exercise stuff when before you'd be putting crosses beside the bits of jewellry you were trying to drop hints about.
And checking out the joggers when you go into M&S where before you'd be pricing the bras etc.
And the days you dont go for a workout feel like a waste of time. Bugger...
Nights are starting to get noticably darker and there's a definate nip in the air in the mornings that makes you stay in bed a bit longer so you end up rushing at the last minute when you finally do get up.
Works starting to busy up again - just in time for the pre-Xmas rush. Well, 9 months after the LAST Xmas, all the weans conceived 'cos Daddy got HIS XMAS SHAG start to be born, ( well I suppose its more interesting than watching the crap programmes they put on the telly over the festive season.) Horrible combination, works being busy, short staffed, running out of the basic equipement and nothing ever gets changed on the way things get organised or run.
Still going to the gym. Still enjoying it. The muscle definition is a bit more noticable and you're definately hooked when you get the new Argos catalogue and you find you're pouring over the gym equipement and the home exercise stuff when before you'd be putting crosses beside the bits of jewellry you were trying to drop hints about.
And checking out the joggers when you go into M&S where before you'd be pricing the bras etc.
And the days you dont go for a workout feel like a waste of time. Bugger...
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Weird bloody thing...
...tried a few minutes ago to get onto blogger and it said there was a problem, the usual waffle so read Misty's blog then just thought I'd give it a try and got on no problemo.
Really dont understand these bastards.
Quiet night again so far, its at the stage where if something came in, I'd be really pissed off.
And there are a few potentials downstairs, heres hoping, for their sakes they dont come off and get a chance to grow and develop a bit before they decide to be born.
At the gym again before work. Definate Gym-bunny tendencies coming on.
Definately seeing a difference in the way clothes hang - as opposed to clinging or stretching over bits of me. . . want to see them hang a bit more. Going again when I wake up after my kip when I get off this morning.
Still cant get used to the time differences on these posts. Must be American based or something, for the record, its 0350 on Thursday morning not what ever time it says at the end of this blog in the pm.
We were sitting talking about the trainings now and then, when we were student nurses/midwives, funny how we seemed to get up to more mischief then, cant see anyone doing what a friend of mine did.
This is a true story, but if questioned, I'll deny it.
It wasnt even me.
Friend was working in a surgical ward, and the old guy she was assigned to was terminally ill but every day he would ask her "Stocking or tights?" and she'd tell him not to be a dirty old bugger.
When it became obvious he wasn't going to see the day out, she shut the curtains round the bed, got up on top of it and pulled up her skirt.
When she told me, I asked her if she'd put on her stockings and sussies especially for him.
She said "Aye, and when I went to the lavvie, I took my knickers off as well!."
No wonder when they came to do Last Offices, he had a lovely smile on his face.
Dont see it happening now with Agenda for Change.
Really dont understand these bastards.
Quiet night again so far, its at the stage where if something came in, I'd be really pissed off.
And there are a few potentials downstairs, heres hoping, for their sakes they dont come off and get a chance to grow and develop a bit before they decide to be born.
At the gym again before work. Definate Gym-bunny tendencies coming on.
Definately seeing a difference in the way clothes hang - as opposed to clinging or stretching over bits of me. . . want to see them hang a bit more. Going again when I wake up after my kip when I get off this morning.
Still cant get used to the time differences on these posts. Must be American based or something, for the record, its 0350 on Thursday morning not what ever time it says at the end of this blog in the pm.
We were sitting talking about the trainings now and then, when we were student nurses/midwives, funny how we seemed to get up to more mischief then, cant see anyone doing what a friend of mine did.
This is a true story, but if questioned, I'll deny it.
It wasnt even me.
Friend was working in a surgical ward, and the old guy she was assigned to was terminally ill but every day he would ask her "Stocking or tights?" and she'd tell him not to be a dirty old bugger.
When it became obvious he wasn't going to see the day out, she shut the curtains round the bed, got up on top of it and pulled up her skirt.
When she told me, I asked her if she'd put on her stockings and sussies especially for him.
She said "Aye, and when I went to the lavvie, I took my knickers off as well!."
No wonder when they came to do Last Offices, he had a lovely smile on his face.
Dont see it happening now with Agenda for Change.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Just like a bus...
...Hee-haw for a month then two blogs in two nights. Its night shift again. Right enough, I dont get a chance to do this on day shift. Too many people wanting to use the computer for proper work type things like looking up lab results or worthy e-mails to people sitting in their offices along the corridor.
Quiet shift so far, but with the added potential of going pear shaped - which is always good for the nerves. I'm on with a nice crowd which always makes things seem less stressfull.
Managed not too bad a kip this morning. The cats even gave me peace although you dont have to stir much in your sleep to have them up, "treading" on you for reassurance and greeting in your face.
Went to the gym again, really getting into this now. Still a fat bastard but with a bit of muscle definition now. Dont think I'll ever become like one of those posing dames with no tits, massive oily sweaty muscles with a steroid induced heart attack but I would like to be toned, wobbling a bit less and non-existant Bingo Wings.
And there are some really nice looking guys at it as well.
Some of the women are a bit scary.
Nice big panoramic windows. Watching the big thunderhead clouds roiling up this afternoon just before we got a short but very sharp thunder storm.
And if the joggies are dry when I get up this afternoon - I might just go back again before the next shift tonight.
Just dont do what I did on Monday - forgot to put a spare pair of knickers in the rucksack along with the work clothes and everything else.............had to put on the sweaty drawers I'd worked out in.
Some big production company were filming an ad. for Sony based on one which was on the telly for the past year. The original ad. featured thoudands of brightly coloured balls bouncing down a street in San Francisco to highlight Sony's new Hi-definition colour tellies.
What does Scotland get - rockets filled with different colours of paint attached to rockets set to go off at specified heights blasted over a couple of derelict buildings - one a multi-storey, the other a sort of a big maisonette done up to look as though they are still inhabited in Toryglen.
So, you're on an exercise bike and you're looking at these buildings and all you can see are big bands of red at the top of a 20-storey multi, followed by a big band of yellow to orange with massive splodges of blue and green. Bit of an improvement anyway. Bet the local junkies freaked out.
Quiet shift so far, but with the added potential of going pear shaped - which is always good for the nerves. I'm on with a nice crowd which always makes things seem less stressfull.
Managed not too bad a kip this morning. The cats even gave me peace although you dont have to stir much in your sleep to have them up, "treading" on you for reassurance and greeting in your face.
Went to the gym again, really getting into this now. Still a fat bastard but with a bit of muscle definition now. Dont think I'll ever become like one of those posing dames with no tits, massive oily sweaty muscles with a steroid induced heart attack but I would like to be toned, wobbling a bit less and non-existant Bingo Wings.
And there are some really nice looking guys at it as well.
Some of the women are a bit scary.
Nice big panoramic windows. Watching the big thunderhead clouds roiling up this afternoon just before we got a short but very sharp thunder storm.
And if the joggies are dry when I get up this afternoon - I might just go back again before the next shift tonight.
Just dont do what I did on Monday - forgot to put a spare pair of knickers in the rucksack along with the work clothes and everything else.............had to put on the sweaty drawers I'd worked out in.
Some big production company were filming an ad. for Sony based on one which was on the telly for the past year. The original ad. featured thoudands of brightly coloured balls bouncing down a street in San Francisco to highlight Sony's new Hi-definition colour tellies.
What does Scotland get - rockets filled with different colours of paint attached to rockets set to go off at specified heights blasted over a couple of derelict buildings - one a multi-storey, the other a sort of a big maisonette done up to look as though they are still inhabited in Toryglen.
So, you're on an exercise bike and you're looking at these buildings and all you can see are big bands of red at the top of a 20-storey multi, followed by a big band of yellow to orange with massive splodges of blue and green. Bit of an improvement anyway. Bet the local junkies freaked out.
Monday, July 31, 2006
JEEZO, 'ZAT THE TIME...
...didnt realise its been a month since I last posted.
See this lap-top-still-donald ducked caper! - the people I got to de-bug it the last time, just two days after getting the frontage of their shop all painted up have shut up shop, the swines.
Just need to find someone else who can de-bug the thing - hopefully for buttons.
Well, went to T-in-the-Park, or T - on my own. Took 3 hours to do a journey I can normally do in 30 mins. Cos Ive been going to the gym, moving the gear was a doddle. Tent up - no problemo.
Then the fuckin' rain started, not much, just sma' rain. Dosnt feel like much but gets through everything. This continued more or less till Sunday, dinnertime then it got hot and sunny.
Highlights on the Saturday.
Franz Ferdinand - pissing with rain, breath condensing in front of your face and they still played a blinder.
Placebo - hadnt heard any of their stuff before, didnt waste time with crap chat and let the songs speak for themselves. Great guitar work and vocals.
Red Hot Chilli Peppars - patter between the songs - esp. if it was Flea talking a bit naff but fantastic group who seemed genuinly pleased with the reception they got from the fans.
Kaiser Chiefs - seen them twice now, songs OK but they really know how to work a crowd and get everyone moving. Maximo Park should take note.
Goldfrapp - dont know which I liked more - this band or the hot donuts and hot chocolate I wired into when I was watching them . Well, it helped me heat up.
Highlights on the Sunday.
Proclaimers - got the crowd singing along.
Magic Numbers - good band, but the wee thing one of the lassies played was like something primary one schoolkids would play - better.
The Strokes - pure shite, really disapointed in them.
The Who - pure class. Only one song I didnt know the words to - from the forthcoming album. The encore was a reprise of Tommy so I was in my element. Not many bands at T where I knew the words to the songs.
Steak baguette at dinner time and a chicken and black bean sauce when I was trying to find the exit to the campsite.
Monday - 5 hours to get home. If I get tickets for next year, I'll turn off at Dollar, go through Tillicoultry and take the Stirling road home, none of this fucking around for the Kincardine bridge route - thought I'd burned out the second gear. I've got to punch the fucker sometimes to get it to go in gear now.
Back at work now - roll on the next holiday, towards the end of August.
See this lap-top-still-donald ducked caper! - the people I got to de-bug it the last time, just two days after getting the frontage of their shop all painted up have shut up shop, the swines.
Just need to find someone else who can de-bug the thing - hopefully for buttons.
Well, went to T-in-the-Park, or T - on my own. Took 3 hours to do a journey I can normally do in 30 mins. Cos Ive been going to the gym, moving the gear was a doddle. Tent up - no problemo.
Then the fuckin' rain started, not much, just sma' rain. Dosnt feel like much but gets through everything. This continued more or less till Sunday, dinnertime then it got hot and sunny.
Highlights on the Saturday.
Franz Ferdinand - pissing with rain, breath condensing in front of your face and they still played a blinder.
Placebo - hadnt heard any of their stuff before, didnt waste time with crap chat and let the songs speak for themselves. Great guitar work and vocals.
Red Hot Chilli Peppars - patter between the songs - esp. if it was Flea talking a bit naff but fantastic group who seemed genuinly pleased with the reception they got from the fans.
Kaiser Chiefs - seen them twice now, songs OK but they really know how to work a crowd and get everyone moving. Maximo Park should take note.
Goldfrapp - dont know which I liked more - this band or the hot donuts and hot chocolate I wired into when I was watching them . Well, it helped me heat up.
Highlights on the Sunday.
Proclaimers - got the crowd singing along.
Magic Numbers - good band, but the wee thing one of the lassies played was like something primary one schoolkids would play - better.
The Strokes - pure shite, really disapointed in them.
The Who - pure class. Only one song I didnt know the words to - from the forthcoming album. The encore was a reprise of Tommy so I was in my element. Not many bands at T where I knew the words to the songs.
Steak baguette at dinner time and a chicken and black bean sauce when I was trying to find the exit to the campsite.
Monday - 5 hours to get home. If I get tickets for next year, I'll turn off at Dollar, go through Tillicoultry and take the Stirling road home, none of this fucking around for the Kincardine bridge route - thought I'd burned out the second gear. I've got to punch the fucker sometimes to get it to go in gear now.
Back at work now - roll on the next holiday, towards the end of August.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Holidays are here again...
...never thought I would make it to holiday time but thank fuck I made it, without killing anyone I work with either - although there are a few whose jackets are on very shaky nails...
The Sun's shining, I'm going through to the wee Barra's later, she wants to go to Aberfoyle to the Mad Garden centre, for some mental wee pavers wi' mad faces on - the ones I was going to get her but she refused on the grounds that they were tacky, now she quite likes the idea of a few of them in the garden.
Good, cos I fancy a couple of the wee mad mental dragonflies for the garden at the van.
Get to take the dog for a walk for the first time in a couple of weeks as well.
Miss that daft wee sod when I'm through here, then again, I miss the cats when I dont get to spend much time with them either. When I wasnt well through the week there, they made sure one of them at least was by my side at all times, probably willing me to recover so I could open another tin for them.
Its the thought that counts.
The Sun's shining, I'm going through to the wee Barra's later, she wants to go to Aberfoyle to the Mad Garden centre, for some mental wee pavers wi' mad faces on - the ones I was going to get her but she refused on the grounds that they were tacky, now she quite likes the idea of a few of them in the garden.
Good, cos I fancy a couple of the wee mad mental dragonflies for the garden at the van.
Get to take the dog for a walk for the first time in a couple of weeks as well.
Miss that daft wee sod when I'm through here, then again, I miss the cats when I dont get to spend much time with them either. When I wasnt well through the week there, they made sure one of them at least was by my side at all times, probably willing me to recover so I could open another tin for them.
Its the thought that counts.
Inernet Cafe...
...that used to be Smiths the Bookshop. A couple of years ago this place covered 3 floors, and the middle (ground floor) bit is the only bit left and its halved in size.
Had my bag nicked here a couple of years ago.
Fucking cunts.
£2 for an hour - not bad but annoying when that bloody things still sitting at home donald-ducked.
And the Orange walk is passing outside, thought Fuck, sectarian bastards when I saw the muster at the Renfrew ferry from the train, but when I heard them playing the Sash - all the memories of watching the bands with Ma, Da, Mattie, Guy, all ther cousins - keeping a look-out for Ella and Wullie with their sash's walking with the Springburn Lodge, Gavin & Jane playing in the band, Ella's party's all came back .
When your 10, the best bit was at the Park after the bands had gone, hardly anyone listened to the religious/political speeches, they were too busy getting pissed or going into the bushes for a shag - and when your 10, you know how many sweeties you can buy with all the loose change that falls out of drunk/shagged out Orangemen's pockets.
Me and my cousins always found a bloody fortune.
Had my bag nicked here a couple of years ago.
Fucking cunts.
£2 for an hour - not bad but annoying when that bloody things still sitting at home donald-ducked.
And the Orange walk is passing outside, thought Fuck, sectarian bastards when I saw the muster at the Renfrew ferry from the train, but when I heard them playing the Sash - all the memories of watching the bands with Ma, Da, Mattie, Guy, all ther cousins - keeping a look-out for Ella and Wullie with their sash's walking with the Springburn Lodge, Gavin & Jane playing in the band, Ella's party's all came back .
When your 10, the best bit was at the Park after the bands had gone, hardly anyone listened to the religious/political speeches, they were too busy getting pissed or going into the bushes for a shag - and when your 10, you know how many sweeties you can buy with all the loose change that falls out of drunk/shagged out Orangemen's pockets.
Me and my cousins always found a bloody fortune.
Friday, June 30, 2006
T in the Park...
... one week today, I'll be up at Balado with my wee tent and my blow up matress, lavvy roll and wet wipes.
They are putting on a free cinema from 10pm to 1am on the Friday, Sat and Sunday - bet they show the fuckin final of the world cup on the Sunday.
Still trying to sell the tickets on eBay - someone from work was a bit pissed I couldnt sell to her direct, but hopefully I'll get more on ebay -Hell, I'm as mercenary as the next bastard, I'm not a fuckin charity.
Bring it on....
They are putting on a free cinema from 10pm to 1am on the Friday, Sat and Sunday - bet they show the fuckin final of the world cup on the Sunday.
Still trying to sell the tickets on eBay - someone from work was a bit pissed I couldnt sell to her direct, but hopefully I'll get more on ebay -Hell, I'm as mercenary as the next bastard, I'm not a fuckin charity.
Bring it on....
A good friend...
...has had a setback in her health.
3rd major op. for cancer in about as many years and she's still so positive, if anyone deserves to recover, its her.
I dont know exactly what the long term prospects are, its over 20 years since I've worked in general nursing and the treatments are so much better and less pernicious than they used to be so I hope to Christ things go OK.
Best wishes and prayers Kiddo - to you and yours, so that things go well.
3rd major op. for cancer in about as many years and she's still so positive, if anyone deserves to recover, its her.
I dont know exactly what the long term prospects are, its over 20 years since I've worked in general nursing and the treatments are so much better and less pernicious than they used to be so I hope to Christ things go OK.
Best wishes and prayers Kiddo - to you and yours, so that things go well.
No well...
...a few days ago. Thank you Asda and your own make soups - thought it was a mislabelled potatoe & leek cos it smelled a bit cheesy . Since it was on the shelf next to the Stilton & broccoli, thought I'd picked up the wrong one until about 2 hrs after I'd ate the fucking thing - giant leaden weight in my guts which just got heavier and more nauseating.
Now I know what a wean with NEC feels like.
If it had gone on to D&V it wouldn't have lasted so long or felt so bad, a burny ring isnt as bad as thinking that your gut is going to perforate with trapped gas. Probably sent the work into a meltdown as they were already shortstaffed before I took ill.
Came back yesterday, still badly dehydrated through not drinking the day before but better and by the end of the shift felt better than I have for yonks - some fuckin' detox eh?
Now I know what a wean with NEC feels like.
If it had gone on to D&V it wouldn't have lasted so long or felt so bad, a burny ring isnt as bad as thinking that your gut is going to perforate with trapped gas. Probably sent the work into a meltdown as they were already shortstaffed before I took ill.
Came back yesterday, still badly dehydrated through not drinking the day before but better and by the end of the shift felt better than I have for yonks - some fuckin' detox eh?
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Still going...
...to the gym.
Havnt dropped any pounds, thought the scales looked as if I was gaining.
Suppose muscle weighs more than fat.
Still, the shape does seem to be changing slightly - and I dont mean looking like a fuckin' Russian shot putter either!
Havnt dropped any pounds, thought the scales looked as if I was gaining.
Suppose muscle weighs more than fat.
Still, the shape does seem to be changing slightly - and I dont mean looking like a fuckin' Russian shot putter either!
T in the Park...
...tickets came through last week.
4 of them.
Pity B & D forgot and booked holidays in America at the same time, so... thought I'd flog the spares on eBay.
Theres a Bidway round the corner from me so went in and a very nice lady looked up what tickets were currently going for and reckoned at £750 for three. I thought they'd go better as a 2 and a single, however, what do I know.
A couple of days later, they phoned to say that someone from Coatbridge had phoned offering £700* cash in hand, however he cant appear there till this Monday so they've taken my tickets off line till then to see how it goes - except when I checked prices last night, the value seems to be dropping - apparently they do that nearer to the event - and if your on eBay at the right time you could pick up camping weekend tickets for £20 each.
Fuck that!
* even with Bidways commission, I'd still be over £640 quid in pocket.
So, this bugger can put my tickets on hold as it were, might not buy them at all as a) He could buy them off someone else cheaper in the meantime therefore doesnt need mine or b) He could be selling tickets himself and by getting mine taken off the auction, improve the chances of his being taken up.
Bugger that...
4 of them.
Pity B & D forgot and booked holidays in America at the same time, so... thought I'd flog the spares on eBay.
Theres a Bidway round the corner from me so went in and a very nice lady looked up what tickets were currently going for and reckoned at £750 for three. I thought they'd go better as a 2 and a single, however, what do I know.
A couple of days later, they phoned to say that someone from Coatbridge had phoned offering £700* cash in hand, however he cant appear there till this Monday so they've taken my tickets off line till then to see how it goes - except when I checked prices last night, the value seems to be dropping - apparently they do that nearer to the event - and if your on eBay at the right time you could pick up camping weekend tickets for £20 each.
Fuck that!
* even with Bidways commission, I'd still be over £640 quid in pocket.
So, this bugger can put my tickets on hold as it were, might not buy them at all as a) He could buy them off someone else cheaper in the meantime therefore doesnt need mine or b) He could be selling tickets himself and by getting mine taken off the auction, improve the chances of his being taken up.
Bugger that...
Bloody Eagles...
...concert at Hampden last night, the cops would have started lifting local cars during the afternoon so there was no point event trying to get home after work last night so went down to the van to sleep.
Went to Balbir's on the road down for a curry-oot. (Salmon achari, boiled rice and nan) and stuffed my face - still had to chuck half of it out, Christ, they really give you your moneys worth, watched the telly and went to my kip.
Got wakened up at 2 in the morning by the alarm clock that wouldn't go off when I was checking it through the week.
Still managed to get back to my kip though. . . . pity any poor sods disturbed by it at 2am and 2pm since Thursday.
Snigger.
Went to Balbir's on the road down for a curry-oot. (Salmon achari, boiled rice and nan) and stuffed my face - still had to chuck half of it out, Christ, they really give you your moneys worth, watched the telly and went to my kip.
Got wakened up at 2 in the morning by the alarm clock that wouldn't go off when I was checking it through the week.
Still managed to get back to my kip though. . . . pity any poor sods disturbed by it at 2am and 2pm since Thursday.
Snigger.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Flaming June...
...my arse.
The rains been pissing down, the clouds are dull as Hell, especially when I've been on days off.
Spent most of ithem hoovering up mouse-shit. (Anyone want to buy a second-hand Hoover?).
Or the rainiest day yet - driving up and down the back roads of Stirlingshire looking for Carbeth with the old-dear and the dug in the motor.
Granda had been one of the original Hutters in the 30's and had a hut at Carbeth right up until he died in @1973/4. (He burnt to death when the hut burnt down), and the old dear had spent a large part of her childhood there but hadn't actually been out there for 50 yrs.
Some lovely huts there, some only held together by their paint jobs. All under threat from the land owners wanting to hike up the ground rents. Understandable really given what caravan site ground fees can be.
Needless to say, 'cos of the pissing rain no-one was out and about - just us.
Thank fuck for the Carbeth Inn, 2 soups, coffee for me and a wee whisky for the old dear in memory of her Da.
The dug got a chewstick.
Bugger.
The rains been pissing down, the clouds are dull as Hell, especially when I've been on days off.
Spent most of ithem hoovering up mouse-shit. (Anyone want to buy a second-hand Hoover?).
Or the rainiest day yet - driving up and down the back roads of Stirlingshire looking for Carbeth with the old-dear and the dug in the motor.
Granda had been one of the original Hutters in the 30's and had a hut at Carbeth right up until he died in @1973/4. (He burnt to death when the hut burnt down), and the old dear had spent a large part of her childhood there but hadn't actually been out there for 50 yrs.
Some lovely huts there, some only held together by their paint jobs. All under threat from the land owners wanting to hike up the ground rents. Understandable really given what caravan site ground fees can be.
Needless to say, 'cos of the pissing rain no-one was out and about - just us.
Thank fuck for the Carbeth Inn, 2 soups, coffee for me and a wee whisky for the old dear in memory of her Da.
The dug got a chewstick.
Bugger.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Here's to a nice weekend...
...the weather forecasts looking good for this weekend, dont think it'll be as good as last week, but I can still hope.
Hope to get the last bits of the van cleaned out and ready for moving back in properly over this week, with a day off for me and D to take wee maw and the dug to Carbeth - she used to spend her summers as a wean in a hut there that my granda had, D's family had a hut there in the 70's round about the time granda's hut burned down (with him in it).
Heres hoping for a good few days.
Hope to get the last bits of the van cleaned out and ready for moving back in properly over this week, with a day off for me and D to take wee maw and the dug to Carbeth - she used to spend her summers as a wean in a hut there that my granda had, D's family had a hut there in the 70's round about the time granda's hut burned down (with him in it).
Heres hoping for a good few days.
At the Gym...
...been to the gym a couple of times now.
Still a fat bastard, but a slightly fitter one now.
Love going on the treadmill. Not that I like doing the hamster-in -a-wheel bit, just that theres this wee gang of neds, about 4 or 5 of them who sit on the wall outside the fitness centre with a load of plastic bottles filled with water/pish and lob them at any open-top sporty cars that pass yelling "Ya f****in' poof!!", even if the drivers a woman.
Keeps me amused anyway.
Still a fat bastard, but a slightly fitter one now.
Love going on the treadmill. Not that I like doing the hamster-in -a-wheel bit, just that theres this wee gang of neds, about 4 or 5 of them who sit on the wall outside the fitness centre with a load of plastic bottles filled with water/pish and lob them at any open-top sporty cars that pass yelling "Ya f****in' poof!!", even if the drivers a woman.
Keeps me amused anyway.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Summer nights...
...and working night shifts. I dont know which is worse, night shifts in the summer where the evenings are gorgeous and you have to go out to work, cant take a wee drink or get too involved in anything so youre not late for work. The mornings get light so early too, by the time its quite bright, it seems to take forever till the end of the shift.
Night shifts in the winter? - you come in in the dark and go home in the dark - unless you deliberately get up in the middle of the day, you dont even see daylight. No wonder I get a kind of depression during the winter months.
PROS FOR NIGHTS.
Unsocial hours money.
Dont have ward rounds.
Dont have to keep answering the phones or the door entry system.
Dont have all the visitors all shift, just at the start of it.
CONS FOR NIGHTS.
No social life.
Difficult to get a sleep sometimes during the day - amazing how many people think working nights means you sleep during the shift, the concept of "work" and "nighttime" just dont seem to register.
Wind - try picking up a few messages after a night shift - guaranteed to clear any supermarket aisle.
Night shifts in the winter? - you come in in the dark and go home in the dark - unless you deliberately get up in the middle of the day, you dont even see daylight. No wonder I get a kind of depression during the winter months.
PROS FOR NIGHTS.
Unsocial hours money.
Dont have ward rounds.
Dont have to keep answering the phones or the door entry system.
Dont have all the visitors all shift, just at the start of it.
CONS FOR NIGHTS.
No social life.
Difficult to get a sleep sometimes during the day - amazing how many people think working nights means you sleep during the shift, the concept of "work" and "nighttime" just dont seem to register.
Wind - try picking up a few messages after a night shift - guaranteed to clear any supermarket aisle.
This pair of old geriatrics...
...met up at the Derby and Joan Club, had a couple of drinks and got on so well together, they decided to go to her house to get to know each other a bit better.
After spending the night together, he wakes up in the morning and thinking of what they'd got up to thought "Jeezo, if I'd known she was a virgin.... I'd have taken my time",
She's lying beside him thinking "Jeezo, if I'd known he was so good... I'd have taken my tights off!".
After spending the night together, he wakes up in the morning and thinking of what they'd got up to thought "Jeezo, if I'd known she was a virgin.... I'd have taken my time",
She's lying beside him thinking "Jeezo, if I'd known he was so good... I'd have taken my tights off!".
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Bloody cats...
...why is it when they fall asleep on the bed alongside you, every time you move you either blooter one right of the end of the bed, accidently hit it (sorry Yogi, didn't mean to slap you on the head) or give them such a fright they dive off yowling - Fuck knows what the neighbours think I'm up too.
Neighbours - "Ground Force" has hauled out all the Virginia Creeper that I planted some years back, he thinks 'cos he's bought the green wellies, he knows what he's about as a gardener.
Shame he hasn't a fuckin' clue.
Now the creeper's away, I have to look out at a boring gray wall from the back bedroom, I rather liked the fresh green look of the plant plus the delicate drifts of flowers - looked like white froth.
Silly bastard - Ground Force that is, keeps cutting down the lilac just as its about to flower.
Daft tw@ doesn't realise you're only supposed to prune them AFTER they've finished flowering.
Bugger...
Neighbours - "Ground Force" has hauled out all the Virginia Creeper that I planted some years back, he thinks 'cos he's bought the green wellies, he knows what he's about as a gardener.
Shame he hasn't a fuckin' clue.
Now the creeper's away, I have to look out at a boring gray wall from the back bedroom, I rather liked the fresh green look of the plant plus the delicate drifts of flowers - looked like white froth.
Silly bastard - Ground Force that is, keeps cutting down the lilac just as its about to flower.
Daft tw@ doesn't realise you're only supposed to prune them AFTER they've finished flowering.
Bugger...
Another SaturdayNight/Sunday Morning...
...on the night shift.
Seems to have been a really warm day yesterday, but I wouldnt know as I managed to sleep right through it. Not bright sunshine but hazy ......never mind that though, who gives a toss about kipping/working through the best week-end (weatherwise) this year because - THE T-IN-THE -PARK-TICKETS came through the post.
4 of them.
Pity B & D forgot the dates and arranged to go to the States for their holibags - I'm bloody going to T and I'll flog their tickets on eBay.
Also got the voucher through from the Falconry Centre so when "I" gets in touch to arrange a day to go, I'll be offski faster than a Peregrin falcon after a pigeon.
Kes ya Bass!
Seems to have been a really warm day yesterday, but I wouldnt know as I managed to sleep right through it. Not bright sunshine but hazy ......never mind that though, who gives a toss about kipping/working through the best week-end (weatherwise) this year because - THE T-IN-THE -PARK-TICKETS came through the post.
4 of them.
Pity B & D forgot the dates and arranged to go to the States for their holibags - I'm bloody going to T and I'll flog their tickets on eBay.
Also got the voucher through from the Falconry Centre so when "I" gets in touch to arrange a day to go, I'll be offski faster than a Peregrin falcon after a pigeon.
Kes ya Bass!
Friday, June 09, 2006
Burny burny...
...Hot the last few days, supposed to be even hotter tomorrow, in the 30's!
Phoned wee maw to make sure she's OK, tends to have TIA's when the weathers too warm so she's been warned not to go out and stay in the shade. It'll be too hot for the dog too, she'll just lie and pant - sensible animal.
Poor B - His blood pressures up, his works doing its biannual You-may-be-made-redundant-cos-we've-got-too-many-staff bit, helluva pressure to work under and D is pissed of with his bosses using his store as a cash-cow for their own personal use.
This place has been busy too - at a study day the other day, a good one, its nice when you've got a speaker who knows their subject backwards and is enthusiastic about it.
Cruella was at it too, still a PITA, think we only exchanged @ 10 words to each other. (10 words too many). See these tw@s with the kind of faces you wouldnt get tired of kicking?
Not that I'm violent or anything.
Blame it on the heat.
Been at the Gym - once for an induction, 3 of us so we were just on every third machine, knackered at the end of an hour.
Went back 2 nights later, went on quite a few of them, bumped into Wee Stevie who'd taken us round, dead nice wee guy, surprised myself by how much I managed to do - AND I WANT TO GO BACK - Fuxake, I'll drop a few pounds yet eh!
Phoned wee maw to make sure she's OK, tends to have TIA's when the weathers too warm so she's been warned not to go out and stay in the shade. It'll be too hot for the dog too, she'll just lie and pant - sensible animal.
Poor B - His blood pressures up, his works doing its biannual You-may-be-made-redundant-cos-we've-got-too-many-staff bit, helluva pressure to work under and D is pissed of with his bosses using his store as a cash-cow for their own personal use.
This place has been busy too - at a study day the other day, a good one, its nice when you've got a speaker who knows their subject backwards and is enthusiastic about it.
Cruella was at it too, still a PITA, think we only exchanged @ 10 words to each other. (10 words too many). See these tw@s with the kind of faces you wouldnt get tired of kicking?
Not that I'm violent or anything.
Blame it on the heat.
Been at the Gym - once for an induction, 3 of us so we were just on every third machine, knackered at the end of an hour.
Went back 2 nights later, went on quite a few of them, bumped into Wee Stevie who'd taken us round, dead nice wee guy, surprised myself by how much I managed to do - AND I WANT TO GO BACK - Fuxake, I'll drop a few pounds yet eh!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Summer...?
1st June already, still havn't finished cleaning out the van- 2 bedrooms to go, then I can move the cats down and get started on the house - hopefully get it ready to sell.
Aye right!
Was out at Dobbies, Stirling yesterday, then went to Aberfoyle then Callendar before taking the wee Barra and the dug home. Really wouldnt mind living in any of those places, especially Callendar - but then I would want somewhere near the river and it does have a tendency to flood in the winter so .... maybe no.
Definetley in the country, up a hill, middle-of-nowhere kind of place, where the cats would be safe and the dug could run round like a maddy and bark away and we wouldn't need to worry about annoying the neighbours.
Dont bloody want much do I?
Aye right!
Was out at Dobbies, Stirling yesterday, then went to Aberfoyle then Callendar before taking the wee Barra and the dug home. Really wouldnt mind living in any of those places, especially Callendar - but then I would want somewhere near the river and it does have a tendency to flood in the winter so .... maybe no.
Definetley in the country, up a hill, middle-of-nowhere kind of place, where the cats would be safe and the dug could run round like a maddy and bark away and we wouldn't need to worry about annoying the neighbours.
Dont bloody want much do I?
Monday, May 29, 2006
Helicopter...
...sitting up in bed on Saturday night reading - as you do ON A SATURDAY - and I became aware that the loud noise I was hearring was a helicopter hovering.
Took a while for it to register 'cos lets face it with a static caravan near a large airport with a military SAR base attached, you hear them all the time.
Tried keeking out the window but could see nothing - must have been right overhead.
Next day in the papers - the local SPAR had been held up by a gunman, someone well known to the staff who had flipped, cornered in a street only a couple of hundred yards away from me by the cops. Wouldnt comply with instructions so they shot him.
Lets face it, the way things are nowadays, he could have had a weapon shoved up his jouk and taken the cops out first.
There will be an enquiry, there always is but the guy's recovering in Hospital and giving that its an area of high density housing, the cop's were doing what they thought was the safest.
And I get milk and paper's in that shop too.
Better make sure I've always got my purse in with me ..........bugger.
Took a while for it to register 'cos lets face it with a static caravan near a large airport with a military SAR base attached, you hear them all the time.
Tried keeking out the window but could see nothing - must have been right overhead.
Next day in the papers - the local SPAR had been held up by a gunman, someone well known to the staff who had flipped, cornered in a street only a couple of hundred yards away from me by the cops. Wouldnt comply with instructions so they shot him.
Lets face it, the way things are nowadays, he could have had a weapon shoved up his jouk and taken the cops out first.
There will be an enquiry, there always is but the guy's recovering in Hospital and giving that its an area of high density housing, the cop's were doing what they thought was the safest.
And I get milk and paper's in that shop too.
Better make sure I've always got my purse in with me ..........bugger.
Bloody hippocrits...
...a friend at work really annoys sometimes by doing exactly what she slags other people off for.
Never can understand the OK for some but not for others malarky, what does it take to become part of the in-crowd?.....do I really want to be part of the in-crowd?.....do I get pissed off when I feel as if I'm being discriminated against? - fuckin' right I do.
Never can understand the OK for some but not for others malarky, what does it take to become part of the in-crowd?.....do I really want to be part of the in-crowd?.....do I get pissed off when I feel as if I'm being discriminated against? - fuckin' right I do.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Cats....
...going stir crazy. Would normally be down at the van this time of year where they can spend some time outside, killing the local rodent population. (Not too successful with birds and the wee sand lizards only come out in very hot weather, even then they get played with but not killed.)
So everything seems to revolve around food at the moment.
#1 - semilong haired, covered in knots but would rip you to shreds rather than let you cut/brush them out. Can kill just by staring at you. Hates strangers but sooks up to me if she thinks no-one can see her. Brilliant wee hunter.
#2 - fat bastard tortie. Has to wedge herself against the door to lick her arse or she'll fall over.
Belly waggles when she walks (waddles). Loves getting brushed. You hold a brush still, she's happy to stand for ages brushing her face off it. Steals the other two's food. Not bad at hunting - eats the catches, too fat to have worms.
#3 - the auld man. 16 yrs old. He was 12 when I got him. Bullied by the other 2 although push him too far and he'll belt back. Getting skinny now, will be 17 in October. Last owner was going to get him put down cos he couldnt be arsed leaving the girlfriends bed to go and feed him.
Quite a vocal wee guy, keeps running before you then stopping dead in front of you so you nearly send him flying. And had never been outside in his life till I took him down to the van. Freaked the first time he stood on grass. Now he hangs fromm the curtains to get out but just likes lying on warm concrete slabs (and blending in).
Need to get the van gutted so I can get them down.
So everything seems to revolve around food at the moment.
#1 - semilong haired, covered in knots but would rip you to shreds rather than let you cut/brush them out. Can kill just by staring at you. Hates strangers but sooks up to me if she thinks no-one can see her. Brilliant wee hunter.
#2 - fat bastard tortie. Has to wedge herself against the door to lick her arse or she'll fall over.
Belly waggles when she walks (waddles). Loves getting brushed. You hold a brush still, she's happy to stand for ages brushing her face off it. Steals the other two's food. Not bad at hunting - eats the catches, too fat to have worms.
#3 - the auld man. 16 yrs old. He was 12 when I got him. Bullied by the other 2 although push him too far and he'll belt back. Getting skinny now, will be 17 in October. Last owner was going to get him put down cos he couldnt be arsed leaving the girlfriends bed to go and feed him.
Quite a vocal wee guy, keeps running before you then stopping dead in front of you so you nearly send him flying. And had never been outside in his life till I took him down to the van. Freaked the first time he stood on grass. Now he hangs fromm the curtains to get out but just likes lying on warm concrete slabs (and blending in).
Need to get the van gutted so I can get them down.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
A jelly baby....
...woke up after a wild night out, feeling really rough.
Looking down, he noticed that his willy was covered in wee aniseed balls and tiny bits of liquorice.
In a panic, he ran down to the local STD clinic to get checked out by the pox-docter on call.
After a thourough examination, the pox-doc stands up and says "Jeezo - that looks serious, what the Hell have you been up to?".
The jelly baby replies - "Fucking allsorts!"
That got sent to me by text when I was plugging my moby in at my maw's to recharge.
She laughed away at it for most of the day.
......considering it was the second aniversary of my Da's death - not bad, brought a wee smile to her coupon and stopped her getting too morbid.
Heard another one tonight.
2 Parish priests go away on holiday to somewhere sunny - Benidorm. They make a pact to ditch the dog-collars, get some casual clothes and really enjoy themselves.
Sitting on the beach in the bermuda shorts and the casual shirts and sunglasses, they see a beautiful blonde in a bikini walking towards them -"Hello Fathers" she says and walks on.
Stunned at being recognised, the Priests decide to get really roary hawaiian shirts, big sunglasses, wee panama hats to try and hide the fact that they are Priests on holiday.
Sitting dressed up, they see again the beautiful blonde waking along the beach - "Hello Fathers" she says.
The Priests cant stand it, they run after her and ask her how come she knows thery are 2 Priests.
She lifts up her singlasses and says - "Sure, do you not recognise me ? - its Sister Bridget, from the convent next door to the Chapel !".
I'll get me coat.
Looking down, he noticed that his willy was covered in wee aniseed balls and tiny bits of liquorice.
In a panic, he ran down to the local STD clinic to get checked out by the pox-docter on call.
After a thourough examination, the pox-doc stands up and says "Jeezo - that looks serious, what the Hell have you been up to?".
The jelly baby replies - "Fucking allsorts!"
That got sent to me by text when I was plugging my moby in at my maw's to recharge.
She laughed away at it for most of the day.
......considering it was the second aniversary of my Da's death - not bad, brought a wee smile to her coupon and stopped her getting too morbid.
Heard another one tonight.
2 Parish priests go away on holiday to somewhere sunny - Benidorm. They make a pact to ditch the dog-collars, get some casual clothes and really enjoy themselves.
Sitting on the beach in the bermuda shorts and the casual shirts and sunglasses, they see a beautiful blonde in a bikini walking towards them -"Hello Fathers" she says and walks on.
Stunned at being recognised, the Priests decide to get really roary hawaiian shirts, big sunglasses, wee panama hats to try and hide the fact that they are Priests on holiday.
Sitting dressed up, they see again the beautiful blonde waking along the beach - "Hello Fathers" she says.
The Priests cant stand it, they run after her and ask her how come she knows thery are 2 Priests.
She lifts up her singlasses and says - "Sure, do you not recognise me ? - its Sister Bridget, from the convent next door to the Chapel !".
I'll get me coat.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Still no fixed....
...the guy that debugged the 'puter last time dosn't seem to keep strictly to office hours. I think he opens up whenever he feels like it and closes up shop "whenever".
Actually getting to the point where 1) I've got £45 to spare.
2) The shop's open.
3) I'm off work with nothing else planned so can sit for an hour to get the thing de-bugged then spend ages on the phone to some call centre in India while they talk me through alternate ways to patch onto the net.
....feels like its never going to happen.
Fucksocks.
Actually getting to the point where 1) I've got £45 to spare.
2) The shop's open.
3) I'm off work with nothing else planned so can sit for an hour to get the thing de-bugged then spend ages on the phone to some call centre in India while they talk me through alternate ways to patch onto the net.
....feels like its never going to happen.
Fucksocks.
Friday, May 12, 2006
GYM????...........
....At the GP's today to see the practice nurse re. BP medication etc. Was meant to go in October but forgot.
Ooops.
She wasnt in a very good mood, especially when I told her I'd been having problems with the asthma inhaler. Also cheesed off as I hadn't lost any weight.
(Gained.........................................snigger)
So, I've been referred to the Spirometery lab for a lung assessment - waiting time 3 months! but the real kicker is I've also been referred to a gym - the one at Hollyrood secondary for an assessment and a 12 week course in excercises to try and lose weight.
Fuxake.
Saves me a bit of cash right enough, unlike a commercial gym where they try to take you for every bloody penny they can screw out of you - Olympics Health & Fitness Studio flogging steroids etc in the 80's anyone?
Ooops.
She wasnt in a very good mood, especially when I told her I'd been having problems with the asthma inhaler. Also cheesed off as I hadn't lost any weight.
(Gained.........................................snigger)
So, I've been referred to the Spirometery lab for a lung assessment - waiting time 3 months! but the real kicker is I've also been referred to a gym - the one at Hollyrood secondary for an assessment and a 12 week course in excercises to try and lose weight.
Fuxake.
Saves me a bit of cash right enough, unlike a commercial gym where they try to take you for every bloody penny they can screw out of you - Olympics Health & Fitness Studio flogging steroids etc in the 80's anyone?
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Bored,bored,bored................
...bored. Long day today, one member of staff down but not enough to do which ment we had time to sit and talk to the mums.
Guess what, 'puter's still gubbed, using the one at work yadda yadda etc.
Had a quick flick through some other blog sites.
Some blogs are really well written, almost like we insights into human nature, they tell a wee story that enlightens, entertains, makes you think and if they have a big enough readership spark of a lot of debate, like waiterrant.net. As much as I like the way this guy writes, you are still left with the impression he's practising to be a real author. He doesnt seem to post as often and it gives the flavour of honing down the stories to make them more polished. I like them better when they appear off the cuff.
Theres another blog called scaryduck.com, dead funny, scatalogical - which doesn't mean he writes a load of shite, about shite yes , but in a brilliant way. He also has a loyal well, fan-base of like minded, OK, manky minded people who reply to his stories and get literally stuck into the mank, and a few of the have banded together to create yet another blog called blog pie which tends to be shorter stories or dead funny pic/vids. also misty/GW/wrath of Dawn/rikaitch - all funny/manky and good if your pissed off.
Then there are the ones I'm terrified I'll turn into - pretentious twats who canny write to save themselves are are totally boring fuckwits. Not that anyone reads this so thank fuck for that.
Spam Fuckwit signing off..................................................................................................Oh, FUCK!!!!!
Guess what, 'puter's still gubbed, using the one at work yadda yadda etc.
Had a quick flick through some other blog sites.
Some blogs are really well written, almost like we insights into human nature, they tell a wee story that enlightens, entertains, makes you think and if they have a big enough readership spark of a lot of debate, like waiterrant.net. As much as I like the way this guy writes, you are still left with the impression he's practising to be a real author. He doesnt seem to post as often and it gives the flavour of honing down the stories to make them more polished. I like them better when they appear off the cuff.
Theres another blog called scaryduck.com, dead funny, scatalogical - which doesn't mean he writes a load of shite, about shite yes , but in a brilliant way. He also has a loyal well, fan-base of like minded, OK, manky minded people who reply to his stories and get literally stuck into the mank, and a few of the have banded together to create yet another blog called blog pie which tends to be shorter stories or dead funny pic/vids. also misty/GW/wrath of Dawn/rikaitch - all funny/manky and good if your pissed off.
Then there are the ones I'm terrified I'll turn into - pretentious twats who canny write to save themselves are are totally boring fuckwits. Not that anyone reads this so thank fuck for that.
Spam Fuckwit signing off..................................................................................................Oh, FUCK!!!!!
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Sodding shifts..........
...Still coughing my guts up, managing if I'm lucky 3 or 4 hours sleep whether its day shift or night shift, night shifts are easier to cope with as they are less hassle due to no docs/parents/bosses etc acting like nappies - you know the one, hanging round your arse and full of shit.
Still its been 6 weeks of coughing and snottering, the wheeze is back and the inhaler's in use again.
I've got the practise nurse at the GP surgery in 2 weeks re BP, meds and the result of the bloods (u's & e's, cholesterol, TBG.) that were taken a couple of days ago.
And its 04:07am and the night shift "hour of the wolf" is catching up with me.
First the spelling goes, soon it'll be the co-ordination.
Bugger.
Still its been 6 weeks of coughing and snottering, the wheeze is back and the inhaler's in use again.
I've got the practise nurse at the GP surgery in 2 weeks re BP, meds and the result of the bloods (u's & e's, cholesterol, TBG.) that were taken a couple of days ago.
And its 04:07am and the night shift "hour of the wolf" is catching up with me.
First the spelling goes, soon it'll be the co-ordination.
Bugger.
Things that parents have said to us...
..."Aye well, you can take a duck to water, but you canny make it drink"
- on being told the wean wouldnt take a bottle.
..."Ah know aw about thae cot deaths, its no gonny happen tae ma wean, she's gonny sleep in her pram!"
- on being handed a sudden infant death information leaflet.
...staff - "Well, if you dont want the father to visis, whats his name?"
mum - "A***"
staff - "What's his surname?"
mum- "Ah dont know, but he's got black curly hair an' he wears a leather jaiket!"
- on requestion that the staff bar the father of her child! (CHRIST, dont they even know who they're dropping their knickers for?)
..."Ah'm no puttin' the wean in wan a thae flashing chairs - they lights gie ye epilepsy"
- when another mother had told her about the all-singing all-flashing bouncy chair for babies.
- on being told the wean wouldnt take a bottle.
..."Ah know aw about thae cot deaths, its no gonny happen tae ma wean, she's gonny sleep in her pram!"
- on being handed a sudden infant death information leaflet.
...staff - "Well, if you dont want the father to visis, whats his name?"
mum - "A***"
staff - "What's his surname?"
mum- "Ah dont know, but he's got black curly hair an' he wears a leather jaiket!"
- on requestion that the staff bar the father of her child! (CHRIST, dont they even know who they're dropping their knickers for?)
..."Ah'm no puttin' the wean in wan a thae flashing chairs - they lights gie ye epilepsy"
- when another mother had told her about the all-singing all-flashing bouncy chair for babies.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Night shift again.....
...kept going, one member of staff down - had to be sent to work elsewhere.
Thought we were getting a new admission but it didn't come off.
Oh, and the fire alarm went of at 02.30 this morning, water coming through the ceiling had triggered the alarm when it flooded it, seemingly water had been reported to the Estates Dept yeterday as dripping from the ceiling, God knows what they did but it obviously wasnt enough.
Building <5yrs old and getting in a bloody state already.
BPs not as high as it was but to keep taking the tablts till I can see either the GP or the practice nurse.
Still attending Physio for the back, I think he could tell I hadnt actually been doing my excercises, so I'll try and make more of an effort.
Still coughing up loads of muck from my chest, my voice is going, not really aware of a wheeze, just generally pissed off.
And there's still water dripping from the bloody ceiling.
Thought we were getting a new admission but it didn't come off.
Oh, and the fire alarm went of at 02.30 this morning, water coming through the ceiling had triggered the alarm when it flooded it, seemingly water had been reported to the Estates Dept yeterday as dripping from the ceiling, God knows what they did but it obviously wasnt enough.
Building <5yrs old and getting in a bloody state already.
BPs not as high as it was but to keep taking the tablts till I can see either the GP or the practice nurse.
Still attending Physio for the back, I think he could tell I hadnt actually been doing my excercises, so I'll try and make more of an effort.
Still coughing up loads of muck from my chest, my voice is going, not really aware of a wheeze, just generally pissed off.
And there's still water dripping from the bloody ceiling.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Fuxake...........
...Still no 'puter, the place round the corner that does the repairs dosn't exactly keep regular hours. Suppose if your self employed you can please yourself. Only means that any time I've been off, the shop hasn't been open. I'll get it fixed yet.
Tried last week to post a blog but it wasn't accepted, I thought it was me using the works 'puter and getting knocked back because of that but from reading other blogs, it looks as though blogger was down - not responsible, honest.
Back on eBay - bad mistake, waiting on the next 5 episodes of Lost , me and several others who are hooked.
Had the dug up at DM lodge - managed to tear my gastronaemius again, not as bad as it has been in the past, at least I can weight-bear already, just feel it pulling a bit if I over extend it.
There's someone in the work who is a "published author", has a website with soft porny pics and extracts, claims its romantic fiction, trying to moiston the gusset but its the biggest load of caque you can think off.
She has 'tasters' on the web-site, trying to hook in the gullible, sorry literary minded, well, if you like cheese you could call it a taste but listening to her going on about 'my publisher' and 'another couple of books...' Jesus Christ, does she think these guys publish this shite 'cos they think its the work of a literary giant.....................NAW, ITS 'COS SOME SAD FART WANTS TO HAVE A WANK TO IT and they are in the business of making money for themselves and their shareholders - and God help us, this tosser thinks she's good!
I've mentioned to a couple of people in work I've got this blogsite - but I'm damned I'll tell anyone what its called. I like the idea I can have a wee rant - OK, a fucking big rant if I want to and no-one will know.
I also dont want anyone I know to get this close to me.
Sad bastard eh?
Tried last week to post a blog but it wasn't accepted, I thought it was me using the works 'puter and getting knocked back because of that but from reading other blogs, it looks as though blogger was down - not responsible, honest.
Back on eBay - bad mistake, waiting on the next 5 episodes of Lost , me and several others who are hooked.
Had the dug up at DM lodge - managed to tear my gastronaemius again, not as bad as it has been in the past, at least I can weight-bear already, just feel it pulling a bit if I over extend it.
There's someone in the work who is a "published author", has a website with soft porny pics and extracts, claims its romantic fiction, trying to moiston the gusset but its the biggest load of caque you can think off.
She has 'tasters' on the web-site, trying to hook in the gullible, sorry literary minded, well, if you like cheese you could call it a taste but listening to her going on about 'my publisher' and 'another couple of books...' Jesus Christ, does she think these guys publish this shite 'cos they think its the work of a literary giant.....................NAW, ITS 'COS SOME SAD FART WANTS TO HAVE A WANK TO IT and they are in the business of making money for themselves and their shareholders - and God help us, this tosser thinks she's good!
I've mentioned to a couple of people in work I've got this blogsite - but I'm damned I'll tell anyone what its called. I like the idea I can have a wee rant - OK, a fucking big rant if I want to and no-one will know.
I also dont want anyone I know to get this close to me.
Sad bastard eh?
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Post Easter..........
...still not had the 'puter fixed, still using the one at work - I'm on a t-break, nyah!
Easter's been and gone, pigged out on chocolate as per usual, went home a couple of times, went over to Culross to walk the dog - its flat, nice paths, plenty of shitpokes and doggyturd bins, free parking, nice views, cos the rivers tidal it smells like the sea etc.
Still havnt finished cleaning out the van, made quite a bit of headway right enough, threw out loads of clothes shoes etc still to get a steam cleaner but that wont be far off then I'll feel happy staying overnight there, which as Hampden's going to be busy over the next few weeks what with football cup finals, various supergroups appearring and Live & Loud - crap, trendy bands no one will remember in a couple of years for kids - the sooner I can start staying down there to get away from the buggers who lift cars for the polis the better.
Young cousin got engaged at the weekend, didnt bother going to the do as a) just an excuse to con presents out you and when the engagements over they never get returned and b) None of their engagements have ever lasted beyond a couple of months every time they've done the big 'engagement party' thing. She seems to be a nice lassie - according to maw - but God help us, He doesn't have much conversation, just the same old reminiscences every time, some of them he's made up but believes to be true (bless) and will keep talking to maw about my Da - almost 2 years since he died and its still a bit raw, and like me, Maw doesn't need to be continually reminded that he's no longer here.
Still snow on the Ochills. No wonder its still cold. Bugger.
Easter's been and gone, pigged out on chocolate as per usual, went home a couple of times, went over to Culross to walk the dog - its flat, nice paths, plenty of shitpokes and doggyturd bins, free parking, nice views, cos the rivers tidal it smells like the sea etc.
Still havnt finished cleaning out the van, made quite a bit of headway right enough, threw out loads of clothes shoes etc still to get a steam cleaner but that wont be far off then I'll feel happy staying overnight there, which as Hampden's going to be busy over the next few weeks what with football cup finals, various supergroups appearring and Live & Loud - crap, trendy bands no one will remember in a couple of years for kids - the sooner I can start staying down there to get away from the buggers who lift cars for the polis the better.
Young cousin got engaged at the weekend, didnt bother going to the do as a) just an excuse to con presents out you and when the engagements over they never get returned and b) None of their engagements have ever lasted beyond a couple of months every time they've done the big 'engagement party' thing. She seems to be a nice lassie - according to maw - but God help us, He doesn't have much conversation, just the same old reminiscences every time, some of them he's made up but believes to be true (bless) and will keep talking to maw about my Da - almost 2 years since he died and its still a bit raw, and like me, Maw doesn't need to be continually reminded that he's no longer here.
Still snow on the Ochills. No wonder its still cold. Bugger.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
4 down, 1 to go.....................
....thats 12 hour dayshifts. 07.30 t0 19.45, we've been elatively well-staffed, been on with a crowd who are relatively like-minded so its been a laugh, all the works been done and recorded as having been done so its been a nice set of shifts.
Pity it cant be like that all the time.
Hopefully tomorrow will be OK too, no really sick babies, crash-calls, obnnoxious junkies blaming us for their babies drug withdrawals or anyone phoning in sick.
Christ, who am I kidding?.
Roll on the days off and the first full Easter off in @ 10 years.
Pity it cant be like that all the time.
Hopefully tomorrow will be OK too, no really sick babies, crash-calls, obnnoxious junkies blaming us for their babies drug withdrawals or anyone phoning in sick.
Christ, who am I kidding?.
Roll on the days off and the first full Easter off in @ 10 years.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Still cream-crackered..................
...............Working until Wed.(12 hour day shifts) so wont be till Thursday until I can get the 'puter to the Puterdoc to get rid of the bugs - or worms. Sort of a cyber Bob Martin's thats needed really plus the noddymotor needs a new windshield thanks to a wierd shaped crack thats appeared - started of small now its not only grown its curled round on itself so if the polis see it I can get done because the whole frigging windscreen could shatter at any time.
Havn't spoken to D since his run flat tyre exploded on him last week as he had just come off the Kingston Bridge. Horrible feeling, just driving along behind a low-loader and reaslising you recognise the number plate of the slightly dented mini on it - especially as you know said mini has always been kept in a pristine condition.
Not a nice day in some ways.
Found out last night my young cousin was getting cremated today - we hadnt even been told he was ill never mind terminal cancer.
I think maw felt it more than me, up till I was 5 they stayed up the next close, Stuart was 9 months younger than me so we would have been looked after a lot by mum as Julie would have been busy with her older two kids but there wasn't time to arrange cover to ask for compassionate leave plus Joan had said they wanted to keep the funeral 'party' small.
Still with uncle Joe and auntie Julie now both dead, my Maw would have been the only living relative from Joe's side of the immediate family left.
Might have let her know sooner.
Bugger that.
Havn't spoken to D since his run flat tyre exploded on him last week as he had just come off the Kingston Bridge. Horrible feeling, just driving along behind a low-loader and reaslising you recognise the number plate of the slightly dented mini on it - especially as you know said mini has always been kept in a pristine condition.
Not a nice day in some ways.
Found out last night my young cousin was getting cremated today - we hadnt even been told he was ill never mind terminal cancer.
I think maw felt it more than me, up till I was 5 they stayed up the next close, Stuart was 9 months younger than me so we would have been looked after a lot by mum as Julie would have been busy with her older two kids but there wasn't time to arrange cover to ask for compassionate leave plus Joan had said they wanted to keep the funeral 'party' small.
Still with uncle Joe and auntie Julie now both dead, my Maw would have been the only living relative from Joe's side of the immediate family left.
Might have let her know sooner.
Bugger that.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
damn computer
Havn't posted anything for ages. Not bored or anything, just the bloody computer giving it the black screen of death. Worked fine after I'd got in from work, had a kip - damn night shifts, switched it on to get the latest laughs from scaryduck, misty, blog pie ect. and got a black screen. Again. Five weeks after the last time it did that to me.
So, posting this from a computer at work ....................Oooooh err.
Get the bloody laptop fixed at some point.
If I can be arsed.
So, posting this from a computer at work ....................Oooooh err.
Get the bloody laptop fixed at some point.
If I can be arsed.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Boring.....
shift last night. Nights again tonight. Plenty of us on and the babies were well behaved.
Probably be a whole pack of them ready to go home at the same time.
Probably be a whole pack of them ready to go home at the same time.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sorted....
The Garage I'd got my MOT at couldn't have been nicer when I explained about the MOT cert. They admitted they'd forgotton to give me it. When I dialed the number it looked familiar - the same no. had been trying to contact me but as I didnt frecognise it, I hadn't replied. Well, too many chancers trying to sell me double glazing - I've got it, or a conservatory -in a temement? so I tend to ignore numbers I dont recognise.
Any time I have called back a wrong no. they treated me as I'm the one who made the mistake in the first place.
Onyway - the woman at the PO was also very pleasant (unlike the foosty-faced bint I'd seen on Saturday) all the teller's were busy today, some seemed to be getting grief for mistakes the punters had made so maybe they've got a good excuse to be foosty-faced, BUT I'M LEGAL, thank fuck for that - no more panicing in case the cops do spot checks on the tax discs.
Bonus - 5 QUID less than last year as its not a gas-guzzler, I was expecting the tax to have incresed - Thank you Gordy Broon, Chancellor for the punter!
Any time I have called back a wrong no. they treated me as I'm the one who made the mistake in the first place.
Onyway - the woman at the PO was also very pleasant (unlike the foosty-faced bint I'd seen on Saturday) all the teller's were busy today, some seemed to be getting grief for mistakes the punters had made so maybe they've got a good excuse to be foosty-faced, BUT I'M LEGAL, thank fuck for that - no more panicing in case the cops do spot checks on the tax discs.
Bonus - 5 QUID less than last year as its not a gas-guzzler, I was expecting the tax to have incresed - Thank you Gordy Broon, Chancellor for the punter!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
A wee run in the country......
Its Mother's day here.
6-8 weeks before the rest of the world does it but we do it in March.
The Old Dear (OD) was chuffed with her card, especially as it had not just my name but 3 cats (mine), 1 budgie and 1 dog (hers) on it. She'd got her pressie a couple of weeks ago during the really bad cold-snap we had, and apprecieated it too ( a vintage woollen ski hat circa 1944 from eBay, same style as she'd have worn when she was a wean during WW2).
Me, her and the dug went a wee run, first to Dobbies - thats the Garden Centre chain by the way, not where the House elf lives, the one at Stirling. Loads of beautiful plants, but we did all our spending in the wee deli that they have. The toffee cheesecake is gorgeous, and as for the olives, cheese selection, oaties etc....Fat Bastard Heaven!
Next stop after that was Callendar, park in the Meadows next to the wall so we're literally 10-15 feet from the river Teith with a great view of the ducks, swans. The path we usually take was really muddy but we found the path to Strathayre and had a good walk along that, less muddy as its raised, loads of sticks for the dug to try and carry then a single fish and a fish supper out the Happy Fryer - the OD thinks restaurants are a waste of money - she was quite chuffed not to have to cook and quite enjoyed her wee day out.
In all the times I've been to Callendar, today was the first time I've really noticed the peat-reak.
And it had nothing to do with all the folk in the pubs/bistros etc both staff and clients who were having to step outside to smoke because of the new legislation coming into effect today.
Might start going back to the Bingo again - got fed up having to strip off as soon as I'd got home and shower/wash hair to get rid of the smell of fags!
Bugger that...
6-8 weeks before the rest of the world does it but we do it in March.
The Old Dear (OD) was chuffed with her card, especially as it had not just my name but 3 cats (mine), 1 budgie and 1 dog (hers) on it. She'd got her pressie a couple of weeks ago during the really bad cold-snap we had, and apprecieated it too ( a vintage woollen ski hat circa 1944 from eBay, same style as she'd have worn when she was a wean during WW2).
Me, her and the dug went a wee run, first to Dobbies - thats the Garden Centre chain by the way, not where the House elf lives, the one at Stirling. Loads of beautiful plants, but we did all our spending in the wee deli that they have. The toffee cheesecake is gorgeous, and as for the olives, cheese selection, oaties etc....Fat Bastard Heaven!
Next stop after that was Callendar, park in the Meadows next to the wall so we're literally 10-15 feet from the river Teith with a great view of the ducks, swans. The path we usually take was really muddy but we found the path to Strathayre and had a good walk along that, less muddy as its raised, loads of sticks for the dug to try and carry then a single fish and a fish supper out the Happy Fryer - the OD thinks restaurants are a waste of money - she was quite chuffed not to have to cook and quite enjoyed her wee day out.
In all the times I've been to Callendar, today was the first time I've really noticed the peat-reak.
And it had nothing to do with all the folk in the pubs/bistros etc both staff and clients who were having to step outside to smoke because of the new legislation coming into effect today.
Might start going back to the Bingo again - got fed up having to strip off as soon as I'd got home and shower/wash hair to get rid of the smell of fags!
Bugger that...
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Buggerty bugger...
Bugger... pressed the wrong bloody button again.
Managed to find the reminder from the DVLA, manages to get into town to thebig PO to pay it with all the relevant documents to hand to find out that the big-name garage who'd done my service and first MOT hadn't given me an MOT certificate, what I thought was the certificate was just an invoice (well, how am I supposed to know what the fucker looks like if I've never seen one before, does it wear a red carnation and have a Daily Record under its arm?) - so the PO wouldnt let me pay my Tax! So I'm still illeagle.
Fucksocks.
Managed to find the reminder from the DVLA, manages to get into town to thebig PO to pay it with all the relevant documents to hand to find out that the big-name garage who'd done my service and first MOT hadn't given me an MOT certificate, what I thought was the certificate was just an invoice (well, how am I supposed to know what the fucker looks like if I've never seen one before, does it wear a red carnation and have a Daily Record under its arm?) - so the PO wouldnt let me pay my Tax! So I'm still illeagle.
Fucksocks.
Still getting used.....
....to this blogging caper.
Still takes several go's to get to the bit where I can type in my bit.
Still worried about coming over as a pretentious tw@ who cant spell.
Using this as an excuse not to do things like cleaning, shopping - thats the messages, not retail therapy type shopping, sorting out the mail - I really need to find the reminder for my road tax I've misplaced - it was up at the end of February and I really need to pay the bloody thing!
I've a static caravan at Prestwick that really needs to be gutted, the plan is to move down there for the summer and commute so the flat can get done up to sell for something better, out of Glasgow - but due to severe weather, back problems, cant-be-arsedness, still needs gutted - but at least I've got rid of the mice. (3 fucking cats, 2 of whom are brilliant mousers and I still get fucking mice).
Bugger that...
Still takes several go's to get to the bit where I can type in my bit.
Still worried about coming over as a pretentious tw@ who cant spell.
Using this as an excuse not to do things like cleaning, shopping - thats the messages, not retail therapy type shopping, sorting out the mail - I really need to find the reminder for my road tax I've misplaced - it was up at the end of February and I really need to pay the bloody thing!
I've a static caravan at Prestwick that really needs to be gutted, the plan is to move down there for the summer and commute so the flat can get done up to sell for something better, out of Glasgow - but due to severe weather, back problems, cant-be-arsedness, still needs gutted - but at least I've got rid of the mice. (3 fucking cats, 2 of whom are brilliant mousers and I still get fucking mice).
Bugger that...
Friday, March 24, 2006
No fair......
Damn....pressed the wrong bloody button and published the title by mistake. Keech!
There's a blog I read titled Momentary Lapses of Insanity, by Misty. Very funny. Has caption competitions for some funny/gross pictures, Double-entendre days - in short a perfect blog.
And she has a problem with a failed Court Case , I'm not going into details here 'cos Misty details it better than I can but she LOST her Judgement............to someone who was proven to be a LIAR, where even the Judge says its not fair but STILL decides to go against Justice.
More of the Law's an arse than an ass.
Dosn't seem right that you can lose, even when you are right does it?
There's a blog I read titled Momentary Lapses of Insanity, by Misty. Very funny. Has caption competitions for some funny/gross pictures, Double-entendre days - in short a perfect blog.
And she has a problem with a failed Court Case , I'm not going into details here 'cos Misty details it better than I can but she LOST her Judgement............to someone who was proven to be a LIAR, where even the Judge says its not fair but STILL decides to go against Justice.
More of the Law's an arse than an ass.
Dosn't seem right that you can lose, even when you are right does it?
A long night...
......another night shift. Fairly quiet. Bit of excitement at @ 3am when someone needed intubated but it all went very smoothly and had the desired effect.
Another bit of excitement at @ 4am when we could see loads of blue flashing lights - ambulance, couple of Fire Engines and several Police cars in the scheme across the road from where we work. Suddenly all the lights went out and we could see the Emergency wagons rolling down the Hill back to their various bases. Guess it was the wee neds having a laugh by calling them out for nothing.
Lets just say the scheme across from us is so notorious, the polis tend to visit in pairs if there is a call-out. Thats one car to attend the call and the second car to watch over the first car so the polis dont come out the close to find their motor on bricks. With the engine missing. And some wee twunt trying to sell them back their own gear.
Hellish driving home. The south side seems to be full of roadworks just now and rush-hour traffic.......bad combination.
Another bit of excitement at @ 4am when we could see loads of blue flashing lights - ambulance, couple of Fire Engines and several Police cars in the scheme across the road from where we work. Suddenly all the lights went out and we could see the Emergency wagons rolling down the Hill back to their various bases. Guess it was the wee neds having a laugh by calling them out for nothing.
Lets just say the scheme across from us is so notorious, the polis tend to visit in pairs if there is a call-out. Thats one car to attend the call and the second car to watch over the first car so the polis dont come out the close to find their motor on bricks. With the engine missing. And some wee twunt trying to sell them back their own gear.
Hellish driving home. The south side seems to be full of roadworks just now and rush-hour traffic.......bad combination.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
A nice night....
A nice night, the babies behaved themselves. If anything we were bored and no-one was off sick for a change. I always feel that boring nights for us are good for the babies. Theres not much noise, no hassles, no swearing, well, not THAT much anyway, the atmosphere is good which seems to give them a better and less incident filled night.
The kind of night shift the bosses hate cos they start to think there are too many of us and they pay us too much any way - in their eyes that is.
Hope it continues, we could do with a quiet spell after the way its been for the last couple of months.
Just realiseed, my tax disc on the car went out of date at the end of February and they didn't even send out a reminder. Hell, it even got serviced, MOT'd and the Garage never even noticed.
Makes you wonderwhat else they actually missed.
Tw@s!!!!
The kind of night shift the bosses hate cos they start to think there are too many of us and they pay us too much any way - in their eyes that is.
Hope it continues, we could do with a quiet spell after the way its been for the last couple of months.
Just realiseed, my tax disc on the car went out of date at the end of February and they didn't even send out a reminder. Hell, it even got serviced, MOT'd and the Garage never even noticed.
Makes you wonderwhat else they actually missed.
Tw@s!!!!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
time difference...
just noticed, the time on the blog is reading some ungodly hour. My real time is 2.59 pm cos I'm in Glasgow, Scotland. Dont know why I'm so obsessed with time. Matbe its because I work 12 hour shifts, day and night which dont follow a pattern, being totally at random and half the time I havn't a clue what day it is.
So, Blog says early hours of the morning, clock here says time for afternoon tea and my body clock says Bugger thay, I'm off for a kip before I have to go to work tonight and if I feel rested enough, I might not be such a grumpy sod...................................why change the habits of a lifetime?
So, Blog says early hours of the morning, clock here says time for afternoon tea and my body clock says Bugger thay, I'm off for a kip before I have to go to work tonight and if I feel rested enough, I might not be such a grumpy sod...................................why change the habits of a lifetime?
Waiting for Armageddon......
Otherwise known as the nightshift.
No doubt someone will have gone off sick, the bosses will have been told but done nothing as per usual.
We'll be running out of the most basic equipement, as per usual and on complaining will be told "It's on order" as if that will make things OK.
There will be more addmissions than usual, especially from the "specialist unit" upstairs - cunts.
At least 50% of those I'll be on with will think their doing a wonderful job - just by turning up, the rest of us will feel we're doing a barely adequate job cos we're also doing what the first lot should be fucking doing.
The breaks will go past very quickly while the time spent working will drag.
I've grown to hate my job but I dont know anything else.
bugger that for a game of soldiers eh?
No doubt someone will have gone off sick, the bosses will have been told but done nothing as per usual.
We'll be running out of the most basic equipement, as per usual and on complaining will be told "It's on order" as if that will make things OK.
There will be more addmissions than usual, especially from the "specialist unit" upstairs - cunts.
At least 50% of those I'll be on with will think their doing a wonderful job - just by turning up, the rest of us will feel we're doing a barely adequate job cos we're also doing what the first lot should be fucking doing.
The breaks will go past very quickly while the time spent working will drag.
I've grown to hate my job but I dont know anything else.
bugger that for a game of soldiers eh?
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
2nd post
Well, managed to find it again - even if I did have to go round in a circuitous route.
Jeezo, might even begin to think I can do this - then I'll get gallus and fuck it up as per ususal.
Will I spill my innermost secret thoughts? will I be witty, clever, thoughtprovoking,hilariously funny or a total smug cunt?.
More likely to be the latter.
Bye the way, I do tend to use Language, naughty language, sweary words.
I dont find the words themselves offensive, but the intent with which they are used can be.
Had an uncle once who used the term "daft cunt" as a term of endearment, never sounded offensive when he said it.
If naughty words offend you..........................................well piss off, if I knew you in real life I'd be doing my best to annoy you anyway.
Jeezo, might even begin to think I can do this - then I'll get gallus and fuck it up as per ususal.
Will I spill my innermost secret thoughts? will I be witty, clever, thoughtprovoking,hilariously funny or a total smug cunt?.
More likely to be the latter.
Bye the way, I do tend to use Language, naughty language, sweary words.
I dont find the words themselves offensive, but the intent with which they are used can be.
Had an uncle once who used the term "daft cunt" as a term of endearment, never sounded offensive when he said it.
If naughty words offend you..........................................well piss off, if I knew you in real life I'd be doing my best to annoy you anyway.
Moron's first post.
Never done this before, havn't a clue how its going to look.
Computer retard here, manage to delete things when I'm trying to download - lets face it, bloody computer didnt have sound for over a year because one of the cats sat on the fucking keyboard when I was trying to set the thing up.
Later she jumped down after sitting on the keyboeard and flicked off the PgDn key - never used it yet and probably never will.
Havnt a clue if I'll ever be able to get pictures on it and I cant fucking spell.
No-one will ever read this and if they do they'll be bored out their box's - sorry, I know I'm a boring old fart.
5 will get you 10 Iwont be able to find my own frigging blog again.
Bugger that for a game of soldiers.
Computer retard here, manage to delete things when I'm trying to download - lets face it, bloody computer didnt have sound for over a year because one of the cats sat on the fucking keyboard when I was trying to set the thing up.
Later she jumped down after sitting on the keyboeard and flicked off the PgDn key - never used it yet and probably never will.
Havnt a clue if I'll ever be able to get pictures on it and I cant fucking spell.
No-one will ever read this and if they do they'll be bored out their box's - sorry, I know I'm a boring old fart.
5 will get you 10 Iwont be able to find my own frigging blog again.
Bugger that for a game of soldiers.
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