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)

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Thursday

The day i'd usually visit.

Well its at nine now, but what with trafic and the weather
everyone will be late... so fuck'em.... the last one i went to there was CofE, the local vicar warbled on maybe i was the only one listening to what he said but every word seemed to reiterate what a slave religion Christianity is.

Andy was the most anti religion person ive ever met and his kids are of the same opinion. They are going to play some music he often listened to when working, which he didn't even know the name of..apparently its something classical that i found for him on the net. His wife is surrounded by her family thankfully, married since Andy got her pregnant at 16 they were never apart. Along the way he acquired various people he regarded as his family from the single mum across the road to his lads ex girl friends and their kids. He was a very open person who saw it as his duty to look after people. By turns infuriating and charming he had an ability of clear sight.

Andy was the most intelligent guy ive ever known. I knew him for over 20 years. It really is like loosing a parent to me.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Wednesday

Well the funeral director is good, he's borrowed a van off his gardener (complete with picture of a wheelbarrow on the wide, its not a transit van but its a big white box renalt) But the crematorium has kicked up rough, saying it might upset the other mourners so instead of eleven o'clock the funeral is at nine in the morning...got to find some why of getting our son to school without us... as for those who might take his attitude as "humanist" maybe so , we are talking of a guy who wrote a letter to Putin telling him to stop going so soft on religion.

Yesterday morning while in Asda i chatted to Funky Black Baker, he said to give his best wishes to Mr Lecturer and wife and son. Last night phone Mr L and he was jolly and still joking about his illness. He was today to see the consultant and he just emailed me and said according to tests he was still stable..though he didn't trust anyone who thought he was stable...He said he had seen a great uncle in Yorkshire last month who was 92 and who had flown all over ocupied Italy during the war, and woudl still probably outlive him...

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Tuesday

Funerals on Friday, rather typically he's causing some trouble even now. We found a good undertaker for his wife but they cannot cremate a body in a black plastic rubbish bag as he requested, but they have a what amounts to a cardboard box and are renting a transit van (which may or may not have writing on the side, (probably renta van services or something.) She says they have been very good and kind and accommodating.

Apparently i may have to walk in with his three sons as "he thought a lot of me".....hearing that sort of upsets me more really.

Went to town this morning , drove past the road end to their house and past my friends grave. Went to shop to get a new car battery cheap, visited Weezy on the way back, she's off to hospital tomorrow to be fitted with a heat monitor as she sometimes cant walk 30 feet without getting out of breath. She maintains that every time she's fitted with a monitor her heart performs fine...Friday she's off to have her eyes looked at, she's getting double vision sometimes which maybe the drugs etc. She gave us xmas presents as we hadn't seen her since xmas as we all had horrible colds and didn't want to give her that.

This afternoon i phoned mutual friend just to talk to some one but she was working and Prof was there so we talked about metal and stuff...somehow i wanted feminine sympathy more but it was ok.

Tuesday

They are doing a post mortem on Mr Handy today... i don't like to think about it.


Last night Miss Tortoise came round after her usual exhausting work day. She still working far to hard, last week though she had two full nights of "sound rogering" with her two unsuitable suitors... And last week she gave her water turtles to a guy who is an expert on them. The meet went off ok mainly i think as she went with one of the unsuitable suitors. Just after the turtle guy texted her and asked for a pic which she refused then he texted that she should have come alone then he could have "had" her over the car bonnet and did she want to join him and his bi sexual girl friend in a night of swinging. All of which was quite surprising.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Monday

We just had a phone call. Mr Handy had a heart attack this morning. His wife heard him get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, then a thud, she got to him ,phoned an ambulance, the paramedics gave him something and loaded them in the van. On the way on empty streets but driving like mad they transferd her to the front seat, saying he was ok with this wonder drug... On the ward she was sitting with her son with Mr Handy the doctors asked them to go out for a moment... when they came back they were told he was dead....
Shit last week he was trying to get me to join his "ground braking computer program" and be rich beyond dreams...i said i really was too stupid and not as intelligent as he thought i was. Waffled on till he dropped the idea.
Shit he was the guy who i asked things of, he was the single most intelligent person i've ever met. Mrs handy has family all round her thankfully now...asked me to get funeral directors phone number the one who was sympathetic to our friends wishes... he wanted a transit van and cardboard box funeral... oh fucking shit

How do i feel now? I feel sad, i feel angry that another "best friend" has died... my face feels heavy....I cant believe it, he was the guy with the answers the guy who know about all sorts of things from the strength of metal to the wings of bird...An arch iconoclast and disrespecter of anyone who claimed to "know"..who do i ask now? who do i talk to every Thursday, who fucking who.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Thursday

My friend Mrs handy is honorary auntie to two kids across the road, their mum is a bit clueless and father is an absent heroin addict who only comes round to smash the windows to look for money for his "habit".. anyway the kids are a little "ferrel" ...in fact pretty wild... the lad is 8 and for xmas got a PSP and wanted her to download something for him to use on it. Trouble is shes on win98 stil so she had to search for a program to link it up and found one, it requested a $5 donation for charity, the lad promised to pay the £2.50 out of his pocket money latter that day.......he arrived latter in usual buoyant mood on questioning he admitted he hadn't got any money now. he had been down town.......but had given his money to a homeless guy who hadn't anything to eat.....