Tuesday. damdam

Waited in for gas man. Came in said we cant cover that for maintainance. Took cover off said it was dangerous, capped it off and put a danger sticker on it....... i said "well that sorts out the gas bill then!"............ bollox, cant afford another.... im stumbling from disaster to problem to disaster etc..... i sit too cynical to suppose that the gas people who sell new gas apliences would just condemn anything they saw as old. I don't think it is, probably more like a class thing, hies a gas engineer probably on a decent wage, not exactly part of out world of poverty. He said he'd service it, see if it would work then, tho probably it wouldn't. His boss said no tho, charge you £135 for what amounts to hoovering it out. I said no... im sure we are due a call from their sales man now. they can whistle for it.

Jonathan Meads is on telly, and im reminded of len. he wasnt an educated guy by any means, but he loved Meads. He would video tape the programs and just listen to them while he worked carveing merry go round horses and things, to the rich dry sounds of jonathan meads. Then one day i aranged to go see him in his converted chapple home and workshop. And what did i find? the front door frame smashed and the workshop door splintered and no sign of him. I walked round and round the building, shouting to him, knocking etc convinced he had for some reason taken against his door and smashed it. (that woudlnt be entirely out of charecter, i once sat down at hi shuge kitchen table and found it was a new top, he had needed soem good Oak, and had sawn up the table top. When i said that was an antique surely!... the said fuck was it i made it!).. anyway. i walked outside very confused and a guy oposite shouted over and i went to him. he said that an ambulance and a police car had been there at one in the morning. I must have looked distressed 'cos he then phoned the police station and hospital to no avail. i set off and went to the local hospital and asked a nice young lady if he was bought there, she didnt, i said look even if hes dead, where would he go? she said try the police. I went to the police station, and the desk sargent looked at a coumputer screen, looked at me, called another, nodded. And said he was found deseased. I went back to the hospital , i dont know why, perhapse becasue the girl seemed genuinely concered for me, and told her, she offered me a cup of tea and a sit down but i declined. I rememeber i knocked off the indicator of the bike on the curb outside the police station curb acidently and it clattered all the way home.