20 th July.

Friday, 20 July 2007

Received a phone call from the hospital last night telling me the old man was out of theatre and in I.C.U.
Was nice of them to call and put me at ease.
Received another call shortly after from a mate of mine, obviously drunk, first contact in nearly two years so I jumped in car and went to see him.

He was well wrecked and feeling?
I thought he may want to talk but no he was in the mood to party.
We listened to Doctor john, watched a DVD of Clapton, and invited guests;
he was up dancing, air guitaring, and generally exhibiting high spirits, no doubt fuelled by the spirits he was drinking.
Talking was out of the question, made a pleasant change listening to sounds on a decent system, good amp and Bose speakers.
I have never liked playing catch up with drunks so I couldn’t get anywhere near the mood he was in.

I eventually had to make excuses and returned home with a splitting headache, brought on by watching Whitesnake concert, sure sign I’ve got old!

Safely home I went straight to bed and crashed till four in the morning, quick drink of health salts, smoke, and back to bed till the respectable time of nine a.m.

I’m a little worried about Ash, by the looks of his refuse bag he has been hitting the drink quite heavily, cans of lager filled two carrier bags.
He was drunk enough to smash a couple of glasses and when I left he had all but passed out.
I hadn’t been much help except for buying him a further dozen cans; I’ll call it an early birthday present.
Apparently his daughter and her mother( that’s the terminology he used) are coming over to visit him for his birthday, perhaps he is worried, hell I ain’t going to waste time guessing.

What frightened me most about his behaviour was the fact that I saw myself in his actions.
He was hyperactive.

His flat looks excellent, floor to ceiling CD’s. DVDs and vinyl.
One of his plants has grown into a tree and occupies a corner of the room, looks very impressive if a little overbearing.

The council has put iron fencing along the front of the houses providing a safe lawned area for the children to play in safety, apart from that little has changed since I lived there some ten years or more ago.
The area still depresses me whenever I revisit.
I was glad to be home.

Weather today has returned to the normal grey, dull, uninspiring norm.
I have a couple of hours housework to do to get the flat tidy but hell got all the time in the world to do it so no problem.

E. Mail is still unavailable for some reason which I’m unable to figure out.
Also am unable to open sites from favourites I’d earmarked for blog inclusion.

Full test has just completed and no apparent problems, so don’t know what’s wrong with system now.

Is Britain ready for the anticipated flood of ducks?
Read more at.
http://news.sky.com/skynews/article/0,,30100-1272814,00.html?f=rss
We’ve all seen the more risky extreme pursuits of adventure seekers, jumping of buildings etc but this must be the ultimate adrenalin rush.
Diving from space!
http://blog.scifi.com/tech/archives/2007/06/26/diving_from_spa.html

40 Gbs, that is some connection speed!
Read more.
http://www.tech.co.uk/computing/internet-and-broadband/news/75-year-old-woman-has-fastest-broadband?articleid=1857379299

A man and his wife were getting ready for bed.
The wife is standing in front of a full-length mirror taking a hard look at herself.
"You know, dear," she says, "I look in the mirror, and I see an old woman.
My face is all wrinkled, my boobs are barely above my waist, and my butt is hanging out a mile. I've got fat legs, and my arms are all flabby."
She turns to him and says,
"Tell me something positive to make me feel better about myself."
He studies hard for a moment thinking about it and then says in a soft, thoughtful voice,
"Well, there's nothing wrong with your eyesight."

Services for him will be held Saturday morning at 10:30. Female friends of the family are invited.
Don’t try the above at home folks!

A women was shopping at her local supermarket where she selected a quart of 2% milk,
a carton of eggs, a quart of orange juice, a head of romaine lettuce,
a 2 lb. can of coffee and a 1 lb. package of bacon.
As she was unloading her items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind her watched as she placed the items in front of the cashier.
He said, "You must be single."
The women, a bit startled but intrigued by the derelict's intuition, looked at her six items on the belt.
Seeing nothing particularly unusual about her selections she said,
"Well, you know what, you're absolutely correct. But how on earth did you know that?"
The drunk replied, "Cause you're ugly."
Couldn’t resist that one!

Here’s a question which is the hotter, heaven or hell?
Here’s one answer.
http://www.greatplay.net/uselessia/articles/heavenhhell.html

Talking of heaven and hell, here’s an interesting piece on the cultivation of Hemp and its apparent usefulness as an alternative to using trees.
http://www.newfarm.org/international/canada_don/manitoba/index.shtml


A question nearer to home,
How come when you get down to the last half inch of powdered milk it no longer works?
Just produces a sludge in the bottom of the cup, no colouring effect whatsoever.
Have had to go to local shop for fresh milk.
The coloured family who recently took over the shop have finished their
re-modelling of the shop and have produced a more efficient lay out than the previous coloured owner.
I cannot keep using the word coloured.
The shop is known as the paki shop and will always be.

Makes a pleasant change to be greeted with hello and having someone say good-bye once they have relieved you of your money, very polite.

I now have a pint of liquid which resembles tea even though it has very little taste.
I took the opportunity to carry the two large bags of clothing out of the car into the flat.
I now have several shirts, jumpers, shorts and a dozen handkerchiefs,
All collected because of my old man cleaning his wardrobe out.

I bet he’s feeling dog rough this morning!
I picture him laid in bed clutching a pillow to his chest as he tries to cough up the phlegm from the op.
Not a pretty picture.

I had set my mind on stopping smoking on the day of his op and there is very little baccy left in the pouch.
My neighbour has kindly posted three editions of Private Eye through the door which will give me something to read during today’s visit.
I’d spent the last two weeks catching up on back issues of Computer Active which had laid unread for several months.
Well timed indeed.

Today I have to give myself a shake, get stuck into the housework, and get myself back on track.
I have had my little session on the booze, having demolished two litres of whisky in the last two weeks.
I tried a couple of beers but the prospect of having to sit outside to have a smoke and a drink has led me to give it up.

My old man will be in dock for at least another week so I have plenty of time to get back to” normal”, if my life is ever normal.