Last night...

...5th night shift.
Feeling better than I was last night, still woke up feeling sick but not wanting to be sick if you know what I mean.

And we sent out for a curry tonight.

And it was just magic.


Found a web site about the place I grew up in, even recognised some references to things that happened when I was at Primary - The Mummies that were after the primary ones, Mollies the paper shop, The Record Rendevous and Steptoe who chased you when us weans tormented him, and even Farmer Kelly's got a mention. Some Farm. A wee shed with 2 pigs in it and a couple of hens scratching around - but to us weans from tenements and multi-storey flats it was a real farm.

And the smell of shite from the pigs would have choked a horse.


Theres a big match at Hampden tonight. Was thinking about going straight to the van this morning to sleep and come back in @ midnight to pick up the cats but I was told that its 2 Edinburgh teams that are playing, that the match is being shown live on BBC1, that the tickets havnt been selling that great so I'll chance getting a kip and getting up @ dinnertime in the hope that the polis wont have lifted the motor.

Hopefully it also means I'll miss out on smelling the polis horses shite as well. Sometimes the bloody street is hummin' with the stench.

Feel bloody awful...

... Felt great up until 10 minutes ago. 4rth night out of a run of 5.
Almost at the end of the 3.00 tea break, even eating healthy too - OK, 2 apples and a can of diet coke, no exctly high calorie but just suddenly felt too warm, light heided and desparate for a bloody good boke.
Tried the fingers down the throat routine, only rifted. Couldny even manage a decent spew.
But theres something in there that I feel will get out, probably when I least expect it.

As long as I get to a lavvy in time.

At least I'm no pregnant.

A man is driving...

...a nippy wee sports car.

He is only eighteen inches away from a sudden drop.

He sees a double decker bus right in front of him.

He sees a horse galloping right alongside him.

He becomes aware of a Fire Engine right behind him with the blues and two's flashing and sounding off - and there is nowhere for him to go.


So - what do you do?



Get aff the fuckin' Merry-go-round, yer pished!

Cos its quiet...

...I'm just sitting here rambling away a load of pish.

Cant think of any jokes right now.

Fucking bored.

Night shift...

...and its the third night out of five.
Only seem to be getting about 3 to 4 hours of sleep before I wake up, if I'm lucky I'll get a wee doze but usually, just lie there worried I'll be too tired and miss something really obvious.

Its quiet too which dosn't help. Still means the babies are having an OK night - wont say good as its early in the shift yet with plenty of scope for it to go pear shaped.

Realised when I looked up the Hampden website that theres a big match on Tuesday night with the kick-off at 19.45. This means that from noon onwards, the cops will be lifting everything parked in the street - which means I wont be able to park outside the flat.

The day after I come off a night shift is usually the one day I cant bloody wake up.


Bugger.

Bloody sick time...

...How come I never seem to get a GP who writes sickies at the drop of a hat?
...despite times when I've been wheezing like anything and gasping for breath 'cos the asthma's been triggered.
...despite at times having back pain thats left me hardly able to move.
...Colds that have left my nose red-raw and snottering all over the place.

and some lucky sods get GP's who'll give them a sickie for no bloody reason at all.


Guess I'm "lucky" to get GP'S who actually know what they are doing.



Still sucks though.

Some nutter...

...in America decided to take some guns and kill 32 of his fellow students and tutors at a University in America.
Like that bastard Tommy Hamilton he decided that it was the fault of the people he was going to kill that they needed to be killed in the first place and like Tommy Hamilton he sent a load of bile to the press - in his case a news network.
Unlike the British press who have never published the crap that Hamilton posted to them, the American network decided to put on the TV all the pictures, video clips etc that the murdering bastard sent to them.

Bet his victims families just loved to see all that.


And the numpty gun fans will still refuse to do away with their right-to-bear-arms.

You'd think they were still battling for the Wild West, not living in a so-called World Power.

Acupuncture...

...was at the physio a couple of days ago for the tennis elbow problem thats not going away despite wearing a tendon band for the last few weeks. (If one more cunt asks me who the black armband is for, I swear I wont be responsible for my actions).

Offered acupuncture to try and alleviate the pain a bit. Treatment itself wasnt a problem, quite relaxing really but later that night and the next day, the pain was even worse and I could hardly move the arm. Apparantly thats a good sign. She did warn me that the treatment can make you drowsy either while the needles were in situ or not long after they came out. Felt OK, Hell even drove out to the old dear's and took her messages and drove all the way from Denny to Prestwick. Finally got to bed about 01.00am.

Best fuckin' nights sleep I've had in years.

Finally...

...went yesterday to a glaziers 2 minutes away from the flat and ordered a piece of glass for the window the gas-man smashed.

Nothing big, only 440X490cms. Not exactly giant economy sized.

Only cost £5.90. Still to get the putty mind.

Heard a joke this morning...

...A wee seal flops into a bar.

The Barman asks it what it wants to drink.

The seal says..."Anything at all as long as its not a Canadian Club!".



Thats what I used to drink - 'cos it was Canadian, I didnt regard it as a proper whiskey.

F'king bored...

...cos we're really quiet.

Never known it to be like this for so long too.

When it busies up, we probably wont be able to cope we've got so used to sitting on our arses.

Bad when some wee sod's got to be ill and parents are going through hell so our boredome gets relieved.

Suppose thats why we're all a sick bunch of bastards - and why I've got Occupational Tourette's.

Scrub that, I've always had that.

Here we go again...

...another year at the caravan. Never mind the problems at the flat trying to get a glazier, I need a plumber at the van. I'd rather get John who works at the site to do the work on the fly - then he'd get paid for the work he does directly rather than it coming in his wage - cos the boss would try and screw him out of it. Then, thats why he's a buisinessman and no a charity.
Still havnt started cleaning. Weather's been too nice - any excuse. Of course the tennis elbow's been playing up - still think that term belittles the condition given the amount of pain it causes. Got the physio on Monday. Bloody waste of a day off.

Hope she knows her stuff.

Fucking blog...

...I put something on this last week and it hasnt taken.
Tw@.
Basically it was just a rant about the (the) ongoing problem with the Gas people getting a Glazier (otherwise now known as tw@bag) to fix the window over the lavvy door thast the gas people broke.
Basically, I'm now going to get one of the 3 - 4 glass people who operate within 5 minutes walking distance of where I live and do the fucking job myself.

If a useless tw@ like tw@bags can do it how hard can it be?

Quick joke...

...a man having a quiet drink in a pub happens to see the new husband of his ex-wife in having a pint.
Being bitter over the way he got screwed by the divorce, he walked over to the new huband and asked "Well, how does it feel having someone elses seconds"
The new husband thought for a bit and replied "Well, after you get past the first 3 inches, its all brand new."

I'll bugger off now.

Lazy useless work-...

...shy cunt of a glazier.
Well, started off with the gas board wanting to replace the pipes from the mains supply to my flat.
Except they forgot to tell me, they were halfway through the work on the rest of the flats in the tenement when I found out.
Meant I had to go from the thursday to the monday with no gas supply.
This meant I had no hot water or central heating - bastards.
They did the job in 2 hours, after telling me it woult take all day.(so I had to cancel the appt I had at the Asthma clinic till the next day) and managed to break the glass above the toilet door.
Thats when my problems really started. After being told the gas people would liase with me when the glazier would call (remember, they didnt kiase with me about the work in the first place) the guy turned up when I was at work. Left a note through the door with a mobile no. Was barely coherent when I phoned it.. Thought it better to wait for the gas people to phone me. They didnt.

Final;ly got a date for the guy to come. He didnt.
Got another date for him to come. He didnt bother his arse. Phoned me twice though, once to say he'd be there within the hour, then again @ hour later to say he'd be there at 16.30
I phoned via call return @ 17.30, same guy answered but made out he was the boss and "the guy" was catching up on his jobs after being delayed. Said he'd call me back in 10 mins. I phoned him again in 40 mins and got a load of old flannel.
Tried again at 19.30 and the phone was switched off.

How did I know it was the same guy as the one who phoned in the morning?

Easy, I used Dial-Return which means I talked to the same phone that had phoned me earlier.
The same phone that useless,workshy cunt* of a glazier had phoned me with that morning.


* thank you Scaryduck, it looks like I've got your useless workshy cunt of a builder's cousin.