Monday, 18th February 2019.
I was in two minds about whether to show up at work today. After Friday, I had that “these people couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery” feeling but, I realised that I am now, one of those people.
So, here I am.
It seems OK at the moment but as usual the people I need to talk to aren’t here.
I’m not going to stress about it.
It’s a classic line saying I’m not going to stress about it. I don’t have enough time to stress about anything.
The highlight of the day was seeing this rainbow.
I’ve seen plenty of rainbows in my life. It serves as an illustration of how crap the rest of the day was.
I am now laying down. I’ve managed to take my boots off. The next thing I’m gearing up to, is slipping into something a little more comfortable. A coma would be my preferred choice but I’ll have to settle for pyjamas.
I gave up and decided to watch Father Ted. It’s not much of a life but, it is a life. For that, we can all be thankful.
Fuck knows why? I just……………………?
The sound of confusion.
Tuesday, 19th February 2019.
My neglect to do an earlier entry is down to having fun. I know right?
I was actually having fun today. In fact, everyone was. I say, everyone. I mean, everyone in the office. Not the engineers. They just moan as usual.
There is never a dull moment here. I’ll definitely give it that. One of our engineers was cut up whilst going around the Chiswick roundabout just now. He was then racially abused. The other engineer with him(ex-army), jumped out and grabbed the offender by the throat. Luckily there were a few witnesses to the racial abuse so he was kinda vindicated. Not the greatest publicity when driving around in a sign written van.
Next, the engineer who said he was handing his notice in, rang the office and started spouting a whole load of mad stuff about how everyone is out to get him.
We decided he is a paranoid schizophrenic.
I hope I get his van when he’s gone.
Louis has decided to spend a few days at his mother’s so I just booked him a ticket. Then gave him money. It’s not cheap this parenting lark. He’s going tomorrow and coming back on Saturday. It doesn’t make much difference to me as I’ll be at work.
That’s all much of a muchness though. More importantly, I’m relaxing. I think I’m tired but I can’t be sure.
I want some Patron.
I want to win 154,000,000 quid tonight.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask. Do you?
Alright. It’s a tall order.
- 12 bags of Quavers
- 1 bag of giant Cadbury buttons
- 1 bag of mini Twirls
- 1/4 bottle of gin
- 1/2 bottle of Maker’s Mark
- 3/4 bottle of Jameson’s
- 10 bottles of San Miguel
- Bag of grass
- 10 diazepam
That’s what I call a recipe for disaster.