The way it is according to moi

Did I get your attention? When you are inebriated the absurd thought of falling off the bog isn’t soo odd. Sadly a few weeks ago I did fall off the can but I wasn’t drunk I was ill/sick. Now after living here (UK) for so long the work sick means so many things. Sick: in the UK can refer to vomiting. Sick in North America means sick with a, cold, flu, and viral infection anything really Ill in the UK is more like the North American version of sick. For the purpose of this entry I feel I should find a name for this illness / sickness / nightmare / pain in the ass situation. Give me a sec, I thinking. I would like to just call it a fucking pain but it is a pain so let me come up with a better word.  When ever in doubt refer to Sesame Street. I’m going to pick a 2006 character that I don’t have any memories or affiliations with. Sorry Abby Cadabby…. I’m picking you So on October 16 th 2014 I woke up with Abby Cadaddy! I was feeling rough as fuck and my lymph nodes...

Alison is not a hugger, it's not her thing. We only ever hug if someone has died. Pretty much that is the truth. Hugs are not her thing.  Hugging is one thing, crying is another.  Neither of us cry very much at all. Almost never.  This morning I checked my Twitter that brought me to a YouTube video. I watched it in bed and burst into tears. Not a little trickle down my eyes but wet wet sobbing tears. I lost it. It's was like an explosion, unexpected and fast. I didn't cry for long and I was and still taken back by my emotions.  This morning, Alison woke up and also has an unexpected sob. It too, was fast and unexpected. Her sob relates to her utter frustration with a situation. We met this evening and had our regular  catchup chat. We both talked about our unexpected events from this morning etc.  As I left her this evening I suggested that we should hug, her reply was 'ok, but I'm afraid I might cry again.' I told her it's ok. We both held onto each other ...

I’ve had a lot of time on my own recently which means the thinking is on overdrive. Some of this is good because I need to make some very big, life alternating decisions. When I say life alternating, is just there is a split in the road and I need to decide which road I want to go down. I wish I could walk down each road and then decide which one is better. Do I leave my safe job that provides for me but doesn’t bring me any happiness or do I take the money (small redundancy package) and run! AKA find another job. Everyone that I have spoken to from the motherland (Canada) friends and family all think I should stay because of the perks, safety and security. My friends and the people that actually SEE me think I’m nuts to not leave. The money could tie me over until I find something else. Now here is down side of having an overly active imagination. Every time that I read a job advert I think to myself. Shit I could do that, I would be good at that. (and no… I’m not loo...

This evenings horrendous journey home has been made bearable by the following: (Do you hear a hint of seseame street there? You should) Some good old classic 80's tunes. In the air tonight by Phil Collins. Play it super loud and you won't be sorry. The drums bit just rocks. The other fine album that's keeping me company is the self titled album Benjamin Booker. Check it out.  I'm writing this on the iPhone and so I don't know how to add links. Just google it.  Oh! And I haven't told you. I didn't get Glastonbury tickets. I'm still distrait but I will find a way! I will, I will, I will Lxx 

Although I have not written much I've had so many thoughts that I have wanted to write down. I've stored them up. A lot of it has so do with what I have been thinking. It's like I'm actively monitoring what's going on in my head. Some of it is no change at all. I've been unhappy in my job for years... And when am I going to change that. Or more importantly, will I ever change it. It's quite easy for me to stay there until I'm 65, or better yet... I think I can now retire at 72. This is a tad bit depressing so I'll move on now. So! I have noticed that I think about love all the time every day. I think about the word, how often it is said, when did I see it last. What does it mean, how does it feel, when did I feel it last, who loves me, who do I love, have I ever been in love? You get the drift.  Listening to music as often as I do, I can't go few songs without someone or another singing about it. Sometimes I think to myself, why can't they si...

Right!! So let me tell what has been keeping me company for the last 11 weeks. Podcasts, podcasts and more podcasts. The first is the Vinyl café by Stuart McLean that I’ve mentioned briefly before. It’s a Canadian thing that has been around for 20 years yet I only discovered it when someone told me about it. Radio is my favourite medium so why not. In August I downloaded everything Vinyl Cafe podcast I could so I’m now officially up to date from all the broadcasts that go back to March. Stuart takes the show on the Canadian road so it is often broadcasted in towns around the country. It’s a show that comes in 3 parts. The music part, bands, music, self-explanatory. The story exchange where the public write true stories and one is picked and read out loud. And the last part is fictional story that is written by the narrator Stuart McLean. There are 4 main characters but as time you learn of their friends, family neighbours etc. Dave is the dad, Morley is his wife and his ...

Hello All, I have a new reader that found me on twitter… So I thought I better write. Plus every few days when I talk to Adam he reports back that he’s checked the blog and no entries. Best I write. I have missed you all, but I feel bad that I don’t have anything interesting to say. I have been just going through the motions. It’s not the best way to live but I am aware so that’s a good start. I have said yes to every social gathering and that’s been good. The boys at work invite me to things, which is nice. I attend, even when it makes no sense at all. 2 weeks ago I went to all you can eat meat carnivore restaurant. As a veggie is was not the best but they are a bunch of good hearts so it was worth it. So in honour of the people I know and their funny stories and comments I will share a few of them with you. Some are just one liners but they make me chuckle. This one is from Matt. I asked him if he likes his new smart phone? His reply was, ‘It’s like a new cock....