Morning, early morning in fact I would postulate it’s still friggin nighttime! Now not only was my slumber permiated by the ‘Blood Moon’ (sounds so Hammer house of horror) the other night, it seemed for all intense and purposes that the gods of darkness conspired to ruin yet another night of dreams! What’s going on? I’m not stressed, I’m not over thinking life, I’m not pulling my hair out over anything! Bugger!
(This is a little gem me and me brother spotted in Blyth! Seems the best place to store wood is atop a rickety old house!) rumbling through the countryside on me bike, I seem to have developed further, a side splitting cough, a worsening bad head and a penchant for ‘Lockets’ I know it’s not man flu (yet) but the way my body is responding to the fever, it won’t be long! (Drama queen act aside, I feel shite)
In the next couple of days, I MUST get my act together as I’m riding out to Catterick to see a couple of special people! Well one for definate, the other one I’m not too sure about as she is a lot like her dad and will probably fuck me off at the high port! (Nothing I don’t deserve tbh, I just gotta try……..oh I just ate a crisp! It’s doing fuck all for my rasping throat). Now this was just a little catch up of my days doing nothing but trying to make myself feel better (badminton tonight may kill me) I’m sure I’ll be back to my usual arsehole self soon enough, writing tragedy and desolation. In the meantime bare with me and remember, every time you clap, you piss the dog off!