To be somebody!

Blyth! Why the hell am I in Blyth? I know it was on my way back from Tyneside (a cup o tea there) but it was only through necessity really! The back brake squeak on me land rover was starting to make me more insane (just had a phone call saying its not the brakes but an ‘internal’ squeak) now I remember why I don’t come to Blyth! Full of nobs who can’t do a simple fecking job ‘ it might break’ they’ve cried if they do it wrong!!!!AAAARRRGGGHHHH

  
Anyway! Blyth! I’ve just walked from Kwik fit into the town centre and it’s about as dead as a non swimming refugee in the med! No one! And I mean no in town, within earshot or eyeshot! Ghost town springs to mind, but I don’t think even the ghosts would stay here! It’s dead, that’s what I’m saying! 

  
So it’s time for a brew, a think and a plan! Do I get me mates garage to fix me internal squeak? Or do I bin it, sell it and play on me bike? Decisions decisions! Although it may cost an arm and a leg to fix, it might not! What to do what to do! 

  
I’m sure I came out for a particular reason today but I’ll be buggered if I can remember! Filled with tea, gaviscon and nose stuff, it’s doing my head in with everything at the moment! (Although me sleeps are longer and less fucked up) it’s shed day tomorrow. So at least I got that to look forward to ;). Get rid of the river before it starts costing! Good idea! See! Tea and gaviscon is a good way of dealing with internal squeaks and struggles! Give my last rant a look see and read it as a poem (coz it is) love ya all x

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