Ah. Payweek. Finally. This month I have enough to go out, get drunk and make a tit of myself in public. Now that is just what the doctor asked for. It has been over two months since I last got drunk.!! Three years ago I was getting drunk every Friday and Saturday night, sometimes Thursdays and Tuesdays too. Maybe a Wednesday if I was bored. No wonder I never had any money.! Looking forward to trying out Decades and catching up with Hwang, Carl, Pouty, Magna et al. Watch out world, Bunny is coming out… not like that.
So I spent yesterday afternoon alone in my stockroom leaping around and singing heartily to an old favourite album… The Curse by Atreyu. In my humble (yeah right) opinion it is the only album they should have bothered making. It brought back very happy memories of bouncing around Hobbits and generally enjoying myself as well as picking like mad whilst all worked up on teen angst style musical-ness. Throwing on The Used – Taste of Ink afterwards was a stroke of genius. Ah yesterday leave me alone.
I did see a strange sight going past my little window though. Flat bed truck with a bright yellow shipping container style thing plonked on the back. On the side in big letters was scribed “WELFARE UNIT”. Now the only place I can possibly imagine that truck going to, in the state it was in, is surely a building site. What welfare do building contractors need.??? The only image in my head was that the inside of that filing cabinet style place was bare apart from a kettle and an ashtray. Welfare unit indeed. Then again maybe it was due outside the Jeremy Kyle studios to provide somewhere easier to cash a giro on a Tuesday morning.
As three fire engines blasted past work earlier I noticed a small chap at the crossing waving at them. Now without being too offensive this person was of the double glazing saliva washing generation and there was something in the reaction he made towards the passing red machines that made me wonder, juuuuuust for a moment, if he wasn’t about to give chase whilst yelling about wanting a “strawberry Cornetto and a Twoball Screwball”. Poor guy.
And here endeth the lessoneth. Be good to yourselves… and each other.