Help for Heros

That’s it, I’m home. Course done,  people met, contacts made and friendships forged! Possibly a turning point in my wandering and ramblings! And as I now know, there’s a bloody H4H centre in Catterick! No one told me and to be honest, I never asked! Oh well not to worry, I know now 🙂

The journey home was a bit fraught with peril, a lot of peril. In fact, if you have a moment, it was as perilous as a python with anxiety whilst giving you a cuddle just as an electric storm is about to start! I made it 50 miles until my eyelids closed while I got onto the M5. The first few seconds of slumber were stripped from me as the rumble strips bounces me back into the proper lane! To say I shat meself would be an understatement! I would blame the hot rock massage I was given before I left the house, but that’s just hiding the fact I was absolutely buggered! So an hour or so nap in a service station beconed! 

Important shit needed to be sorted when I eventually got into the north (after a stop over at me mates of course). As I am attending ANOTHER screening of the new Star Wars, I needed to find out if it was ok to play dress up in Cramlington. The cinema said no problem, as long as I hand the blaster to the manager while the film is playing(no dramas, too many shootings in cinemas of late, not too many by storm trooper with a plastic toy, but no matter) I was happy enough with that, what was difficult to comprehend, was the attitude of ‘Manor Walks’ shopping precinct.

I could take the point of the weapon (a space gun) but when I was told that this guy (not even a manager, just some fat old buttfuck of a jobsworth security guard) didn’t want anyone in costume walking theough’HIS’ mall, I just thought ‘fuck him’ honestly, the guy just barrelled over whatever the duty manager was saying and I just wanted to slap them both. One for being a waste of rations, and the other for being a soft shite! So I will find my way AROUND the mall! Cunts!

So all in all, nutters in the south good, tubby mcfatfucks in the north, shite. I do honestly take the point about the weapon (wasn’t i arrested for this sort of thing years ago?) but I just hope the fat cunt, the fat cunt, the fat controller has an embolism for Christmas! I don’t think anyone would miss him! Merry fucking Christmas crambodia

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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