Going Gonzo – The Sun

Saturday, 20th June 2019. 11.50 I woke up with poison in my throat. By that, I mean, throat infection. It just tastes like poison everytime I swallow. Mixed with the heat of the day, I’m feeling less than comfortable. 13.22 One Corona and two paracetamol later. I feel better. At least, better than I did. 14.56 I’ve sat very still …

Going Gonzo – I Think I’d Be Good For You And You’d Be Good For Me.

Thurday, 23rd May 2019. 16.53 As some of you may know. I have started the long and exciting task of turning “Journal Of A Desperate Man” into a novel. The main problem I am having is naming the main character. It seems like a simple task but, it’s amazingly hard. Such a small thing. Naming the desperate man?!?! Who would …

Going Gonzo – I’m a lot like you, so please, Hello, I’m here, I’m waiting.

Friday, 17th May 2019. 06.31 It all feels very familiar. Like a warm blanket. The six twenty nine train to Waterloo. Coffee by the little fella at the station. Headphones,…… Nicey. 11.46 Just to make it really like the old days, we had MaccyD’s. It’s like I’d never left. 13.37 Onwards to London Wall. A little job which I was …

Going Gonzo – Shower Of Shit

Tuesday, 23rd April 2019. 20.24 Easy day. Normal day. In fact, kinda boring. Wednesday, 24th April 2019. 11.16 My whole plan for today went wrong. I had every engineer over at a job in a prison. They all got past the gate. Then they were told that they had no works escorts. In a blur, we had to find something …

Going Gonzo – No More Of That Talk.

Friday, 5th April 2019. 09.59 “No more of that talk. “ “Or I’ll put the leeches on you.” Exactly right. That’s the talking to I just gave myself about being such a doom monger. After all, it is Friday. I should find something to enjoy. No. Not drugs. Something wholesome, creative,……..? I say this every weekend. So, by rights, it …

The Book Of Hate #8

Tuesday, 3rd October, 2017. 06.01 There is no reason for me to be at the train station this early. I just couldn’t sleep. At least I made coffee and managed to park my car without paying for it. All I can say is, I better get a Fucking seat! 06.09 Seated. Fuck-a-doodle-do! 06.47 Almost in now. I’m dying for a …

The Book Of Hate #7

Saturday, 23rd September, 2017. 05.43 I’m awake. Hopefully, we only have a couple of hours to do. I’ll have to get up in a minute. Pfft! Working on Saturday’s!?! I know someone who would laugh on my face, hearing a statement like that from me. A full on “PPFFTTT!” still, it’s a pain in the arse. I think next week …

The Book Of Hate #6

Monday, 18th September, 2017. 11.36 I’ve parcelled my parcels. I’ve dropped them at the post office. I’ve received an assessment interview for Louis to finally be given a school place.  I’ve lowered the action on my Jim Dandy. All in all, a productive morning. I’ve even had my bloody mary! 13.40 Last night, I succumbed to a strange longing I’ve …

The Book Of Hate #5

Tuesday, 12th September, 2017. 06.22 Staines Station. Good times. Good times. It’s strangely nice, feeling shit and tired whilst standing on the platform, in the damp, chilly air. Work is the only true constant.  I remember saying this a year ago, just before my birthday. Different problems then. Or were they the same? I doubt I’ve grown up much. Grown …

The Book Of Hate #4

Monday, 28th August, 2017. Bank Holiday. 13.04 Where did all the days go since last Tuesday? Only god can tell. I think I just gave up on life for a bit. It all seemed tedious. Monotonous. Fruitless.  Today, I am, desperately, trying to be constructive. I’ve managed to get up, put some shorts on, print Louis’ school work for tomorrow …