Going Gonzo – The Wordsmith, The Jester & Bard.

Wednesday, 27th March 2019.


The only emotion left, is that of fairytale and music. Now reality has bled me dry. Leaving just a functioning husk.

I will cry for the wordsmith, the jester and bard, but never again, for me and you.

Thursday, 28th March 2019


The internet at the office is playing up. This means no phones and no email. You would think this would be a good thing but it just means I’ll have to play catch up later.

Louis has hurt his back so he is off school today. I’m spending my time looking for a cheap storage unit to store my belongings and everything that is in Carter’s summerhouse. This will enable us to move back there for the summer.


We still have no connection to the outside world apart from mobile.


We eventually got the connection back at about 17.30. As soon as I saw the days worth of emails starting pinging in, I decided it was a job for tomorrow and went home.

It was pretty stressful trying to keep up via mobile phones calls so I’m relaxing with a few cerveza.

Friday, 29th March 2019.


What can I say about today?

We had connectivity. My unread emails weren’t, anywhere near, as bad as I thought. And I treated the office team to this “fat” Friday’s choice. Which was from a proper fish ‘N’ chip shop.

Me and my guv had steak and kidney pie and chips. Everyone else had saveloy, fish cakes or chips. They all came with chips. Even the chips came with chips. There were so many chips it’s hard to quantify.

On the whole, an easy day. Things have been getting easier recently. I feel more assimilated.

After all the ladies had gone home, the boys hung about for a little while, swearing, shouting at each other and doing what blokes do.

I got bored after half an hour or so, so I went home.

Louis came home about seven thirty. I played Red Dead for about three hours, then me and Louis, laid on my bed, playing with our phones whilst John Wick 2 played in the background.

Pretty uneventful.

Even my dad was pretty chilled when I arrived home for dinner. He came in the kitchen whilst I ate and we laughed at the whole Brexit debacle. At least we agree on the fact we should have stayed. And should stay!(it’s OK. I’m not gonna do politics).

I can only hope this is the template for the weekend.

Oh yeah. I also got paid. The first pay packet that hasn’t been immediately reduced by 85% in the first day by bills.

I think it’ll be more like 50% this month. I can live with that. Providing I don’t do anything too stupid.

If I could manage a little music this weekend, that would be enough.

I was planning on writing an album for a fictional band called The Immortals. Hopefully it will keep me out of trouble.

Saturday 30th March 2019.


The George

As usual, here I am. Louis has had his contact lens check and collected his glasses.

Parenting done.

Louis has gone off to “chill” with

Marlon. Make of that what you will.

Monday, 1st April 2019


It must be Monday because life has no meaning again.

Just going through the motion of existence..

The rest of Saturday involved a little drinking and a baked Camembert.

Sunday, I woke up feeling shit. Walked home from Carter’s and lost the rest of the day to sleeping and box setting AfterLife by Ricky Gervais.

Everyone I know who had seen it said it was really good. I found it emotional. Too close to home.

I realise this means I have severe emotional issues but we already knew that.

The next thing I knew, I woke up at 4am with the TV and lights on.

A few hours later, I went to work.

It was uneventful.

I think I have hayfever. Tree pollen.

All I want is to sleep.

Tuesday, 2nd April 2019.


Another slow moving day at the office. I’m hoping, after tonight, I’ll be restored to the level of fitness I usually am.

Not very fit but feel aright.


I’ve lost the will to live. I’ll wait and see what tomorrow brings.

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