...ok, nearly.
It's fathers day on sunday. I get lots of love and attention, possibly a fryup and a pint.
My dad is a useless fuckwit who i dont give two hoots about.
The end.
(ps my father-in-law will be getting a pint himself - he's nice).
...buy a fucking helmet.
Don't look cool? Looks a damn sight better than a cracked skull.
I used to be a fucking idiot. Then i bought one. Then had an altercation with a car. It stopped my brains painting the tarmac.
Buy a fucking helmet. Please.
Am i talking about the current government? Am i talking about Sven? Am i talking about our reliance on a service based industry over manufacturing? No! Of course not - its the weather init! Yes, in the sunny, sunny borough we call Bromley, how the drizzle falls. Its not even proper rain is it? What happened to the good ol' days when hot sunny weather was introduced to a cooler period by virtue of a big fuck off thunderstorm. Fight of the gods stuff eh? Thats whay im talking about! Nah, got up this morning, looked out, sighed and just resigned myself to the fact that, well we had a good innings, thanks summer, bye for now. No thunder, no lightening, no stair-rods, just blurrgggh.
At least i dont have to water the garden tonight.
Meh.
Beautiful day isnt it? See what i did there? I thought i'd start my very first blog off with something approaching optimism. Trust me, it wont hold. The sun may shine, and the larks may sing, but the cold tendrils of my heart are withered and damp, immune from the seratonin fueled joy that others maybe experiencing.
What the fuck? Nah, im just messing with you again; but made you look right? Three thoughts went through your sun soaked skull just then didnt it? Either a) he's a middleclass loony emo boy that doesnt know he's born, b) he's forgotten his spoon full of sugar, or c) 'yeah, man, i feel it too - the cold eternal darkness that engulfs my tainted soul!'. If there was another that i didnt account for, I apologise, make a comment - it's free! I'm free!
And thats it. For those of you blogging away, gaming away, working away, shagging away, drinking away, throwing away, shitting-your-brains-through-a-straw-away, you are free to do just that. Remember that. For me this new day will bring a new dollar. For many they'll lose more than the dollar i've gained through the global economic roundabout we like to call 'capitalism'. So what if im stuck in a shitty office? I'm really rather grateful. So for that alone, you know what? It is indeed a beautiful day...
