life

Just me talking, telling stories of people i know or have known and the story of My friends death... not as depressing as it sounds!

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Location: cornwall, United Kingdom

married one son (7)

Monday, November 27, 2006

Monday

This morning on going out the door to hustle the child to school and wife to work, Fivemum was walking along the pavement, pushing her huge wheelie bag thing. On the way to the horse shop for more xmas supplies. She said her partner had phoned and told her, he was throwing up and so where all the kids, so they were all at home vomiting in turns. She said "i ought to go home" my reaction was under no circumstances go home! Nightmare!

Mr lecturer email me and said that his doctor up north has said he not actually diabetic at all. So eight years of pills and watching blood sugar latter his "down here" doctor is proved incompetent indeed. I hope the hospital was wrong about the fatal blood disease too. (he has to go to the doctor every eight weeks to see if his condition has gone "terminal")

Oh i actually put up those shelves today...

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Sunday

We really meant to put up the shelves today (as ive really meant to all week) and instead just lazed about. Going out to see Armchair and Mrs Gardener who also have Five mum on a marathon Xmas shopping two day excursion to buy "everything". This is a woman who finds the pound shop "expensive"....


Yesterday it was town lights on night. We trooped out and stood round, listened to the quickly ageing town Gliteratie spout on. The head Honcho now not even able to stand up to make his speech. Nicely they made a presentation to Jacks wife for her makeing tea for them the last twenty years or so and commiserated the loss of Jack. Our lad chased the other kids round with a flashing sword. Saw the Tortoise lady, she was avoiding a guy in a blue hat, that she said always asked her out and she trotted off to avoid him.

For some reason im in mind of the local bad boy family. Lets called them the The Tablets. Noted in the area for being roguery and general violence. They run a pleasure boat from the town peer. Being lawless they fell out with the Peer Master and super glued him into his kiosk. They got banned from the main key for that, which must have cost them many thousands of pounds in lost income. I met a bar man who served at one of their weddings. He said a fight broke out, and even the bride, resplendent in white joined in, lurching to the bar, ordering a drink and then launching back into the fight, her white dress covered in blood at the front from a nose bleed. The "old man Tablet" was probably they worst of the bunch, unfettered by washing, manners or any social graces other than swearing. Small round and a face like corned beef, he had a horrible life in sure and wanted that tradition to continue. He told the story of his childhood, bought up in the jumble of more of less shanties covering the upper town and flowing down to the harbour, when only poor people had to look at the filthy stinking sea. He had a younger brother, born with a hair lip and regarded as retarded. The brother died and the doctor conducted a post mortem, using the best kitchen knife on the kitchen table. he remembered rolling up the blood covered news paper.....

Friday, November 24, 2006

Friday




been out to see Mutual friend, i was going to see Fivemum and try to fix their computer, but the kids have some sort of throwing up thing and , well i didn't want to catch it!


Friday, November 17, 2006

Friday

I phoned Fivemum, her youngest has been very ill. Some sort of throwing up thing, but poor lads had it since last week. Probably from her and her partners bizarre hygiene ideas! Anyway i didn't want to rick going there and catching it so we just bitched over the phone. And as things do we came to bitch about Mrs Gardener and Armchair. Its a constant source of irritation to us both that they didn't have kids, even though Mrs often was in tears about it, always an excuse not to, they seem now to have a co-dependant relationship of illness and are visibly ageing fast. We bitched about them going out doing watercolours like old people.

"God yes, they live like my dad, all that Sunday painting, imagining its good..."
"Yes they are getting so old"
"But what happens when they are really OLD.. they will have nowhere to go, if they are already OLD!"
"But, its good, if they go on.... we will know what its like to be dead....."


Which is possibly the funniest thing I've heard for a year at least... I'm still chuckling about it now.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Sunday

just back from Guy Faluks night party ant Mutual friend, doling out hundreds of sparklers to the kids. The only child who burnt himself, i just knew as i gave him the unlit sparkler he was going to burn himself. he insisted he could light it from the fire, but was one f them strangely wimpy watery kids who always burns themselves or cuts themselves.... The lad was their with Granddad, our lad and the lad ran round like mad things in the dark. i didn't say hello, maybe i should have done, but then he shouldn't have lied to the family court, i have no respect for him at all.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Friday

Driving back through town today, there was a funeral at the big Methodist Church. The hurse had just drawn up the back filled with flowers and vines, inside a wickerwork coffin. Simple cloth ties to keep the lid on it looked peaceful and neat.