Rumfuddle

09:41 am

My Mother is now very very ill,  the carers and nurses only think that she has a few days to live,   she is unable to swallow and cannot take her painkillers which means that she is in a lot of pain.   She still refuses to go into hospital and as she's still in control of her facilities we cannot force her.    I am off round there soon to try with the macmillan nurse to convince her that a hospice is the best place for ger to go,  but she knows what this means and I dont think she'll go there either.

After 34 years i have come to the conclusion that lifes a bully  and will kick you when youre down at ever opportunity,     If there is a god (small g intended) then I intend to give the bastard a damn good kicking the 1st chance I get.

12:25 pm

Bill Bryson has a new novel out at last, the life and times of the thunderbolt kid is out now in hardback.  This book deals with his childhood in Des Moines and growing up in 50’s America.  He also has a new book out next year called Shakespeare; you cannot have a better time with a book than a wet Sunday afternoon, a glass of port and a new Bryson.   

Current Mood: recumbent

09:18 am

So the whole bank holiday weekend was pretty much marred by an abject performance by Tottenham on Saturday.  This was to be a South African colleague 1^st football match; I took him to the pub beforehand where he had the pleasure of watching me down 6 export lagers whilst he sipped one.  He was then subjected to me screaming every obscenity under the sun at both teams, before trying to find an Everton fan to slap.   All in all not my proudest moment at a match but then again far from my worst, and in my defence they are scousers and therefore asking for a backhander.

On Sunday Monica persuaded me to go and play Tennis, an activity that up to five years ago we played religiously most weekends from Spring to Autumn.  Both of us quickly realised that we may need to take a little more exercise, twenty minutes of ball thwacking left us both beetroot red and blowing like a whale.  We played for just over an hour in total before deciding that to avoid the oncoming coronaries heading home would be a good idea.

Yesterday we both awoke to the sounds of pain, then we realised that they were our own moans of agony; it took nearly ten minutes for us both to stand up. We spent the rest of the day either groaning or trying to convince the other that they need to go upstairs for something and whilst they were they could they please get….  On the back of this I have decided to start cycling into work again.

02:53 pm

Spurs have drawn Slavia Prague in the wafer cup,   at present we play them away on Sept 14 though this may change,   Easy jet are currently charging £300 return (why not ride a horse call Black Bess and be done with it). oohh a game in prague and all the beer that goes with it,  I must go, bugger the expense.

Current Mood: excited

06:57 pm

Cor, I've just found all the episodes of Catweazle available for download,  i know that on re-watching them I'll be disappointed (as learned from the Rentaghost experiment) but I'm so  very tempted.

Current Mood: tired

12:38 am

I have returned home after a fine Spurs performance and sit here celebrating their win by eating a large packet of doritos with sour cream dip and drinking vodka and cranberry juice (does this count as one of my five portions a day?).   Ben who I sit next to at WHL has asked me if I'd be interested in going to the away leg of our UEFA game, seeing as I've never been abroad to watch Spurs I have taken him up on the offer, with my luck it'll be some Ukrainian team though I'm hoping for Sparta Prague for the beer.

Current Mood: happy

08:51 am - ****, Nacho Libre

We actually managed to make some use of of Cine passes yesterday and decided to go and see the excellent Nacho Libre starring Jack Black,  the movie was stupid, childish and utterly fantastic.  I even found the usually hatchet faced Miss Cruise surprisingly pleasant to look upon, maybe it was the nuns outfit or perhaps it was the fact she smiled for once.  I think I shall try to nab a copy for the Gasp bash it  should even appeal to Pete's basic tastes. 

04:42 pm

So I was awoken this morning  at 6am again by a phone call from my mother who surprise surprise is convinced that her cancer is killing her (this is infact true as it's terminal but unfortunately it's not doing it quick enough).  This is the 3rd time in a month that she has called on a saturday in "agony" wanting me to come round and organise an ambulance and go with her to A&E.  I headed round with the full intent of killing her,    I told her that I was not going to call an ambulance and would not join her at the hospital if she called them herself.  I managed to convince a doctor to come out and whilst waiting for him was accused (correctly) of being uncaring and selfish (again spot on) and that I should want to take care of my mother and that it was my duty, this led to me telling he what I really thought of her,  that a mother who walks out on a 4 year old and has almost no part in his upbringing should keep her fucking mouth shut when discussing responsibility. 

Anyhoo, I managed to get home at 11am and have been drinking since,  all in all a great start to a weekend.

Current Mood: tired

12:09 am - May be used in evidence against you

As I recently mentioned on caddyman's journal, whilst clearing out some old cameras for the charity shop I came across a partially used film,  my good lady kindly took the film to be developed and last night I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it had contained some photos from an old GASP weekend.  One of these was such a shocking image of Bry that I felt the need to share it with my journal.

Current Mood: shocked

05:31 pm - 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10

I’ve just had to bite my tongue whilst a silly girl complained for 20 minutes to all within ear-shot,  that she was angry to see that whilst she was not allowed to take a phone, newspaper and a bottle of water through customs at Stansted at the weekend,  she could freely buy these items at duty free.  How I stopped myself from slapping her before explaining that Duty free shops have a policy about not selling items containing explosive ingredients I’ll never know. I must be calming down in my old age.

Current Mood: aggravated