Get A day Off

Get sick

Yay me!

A (not very) Comical Psycho-anatomical Encounter

Liver: Hey, Mick.
Me: Long time, no speak.
Liver: I feel great since you gave up the drink.
Me I thought you might.
Psyche: You need a drink!
Me: Who said that?
Psyche: It is I, Psyche, your arch nemesis!
Liver: You leave us alone.
Me: (To Liver) Let me handle this. (To Psyche) Give it a rest would you.
Psyche: You'll never beat me.
Me: Look, I've been out to loads of pubs and clubs and haven't had a drop.
Psyche: Yes but you haven't been out with your drinking pals.
Me: So.
Psyche: You know you'll drink when you see them.
Me: Maybe... but I don't have to see them.
Liver: You tell him Mick.
Psyche: Who does that leave you with, huh?
Me: Friends... Friends who won't pressure me like you do.
Psyche: I'll beat you, one way or another Ill beat you (disappears laughing maniacally)
Liver: Oh Mick, my hero!
Me: Hush now Liver, know this. the battle is won but the war will rage eternally.
Liver: (meekly) I'm scared.
Me: Sissy
Liver: Hey
Both: hahahaha
Me: Hey, wanna go eat a bunch of paracetamol.
Liver: MICHAEL.
Both: hahahaha

Fin

I feel sad now, (what should I call this?)

You complete cunt, she said,
I looked at her non plussed.
Get out of the damn bed,
seethingly as she fussed
Over the bairn who cried
and pierced my ravaged skull.
I love you babe, I lied
this marriage void and null.
You bastard, I hate you,
She saw through my deceit.
She held my child like glue
away from this deadbeat
my baby calls daddy.
I'm sorry, I attempt
I've handled this badly
Go, she says, with contempt.
Go, please get dressed just leave
Let me kiss my baby
She does with tears of grief
whispering I'll see you,
maybe.

So Phil Daniels

got my sister pregnant.

Well I just had to go round there, didn't I.

To his house which happened to be on top of a coach.

Outside the Prince of Wales.

I was cross.

I climbed the scaffold and jumped on to his abode which frightened his wife.

Who was also pregnant.

"You're not the father" I exclaimed.

Something was wrong with this picture.

Never mind.

Phil and I jumped onto a Telephone box.

The one outside O'Neill's.

Battle!

No.

-

I have to run down Drury Lane to Dryden Street

Old Bill in formation, truncheons in hand.

"Move you SUCKAAAAAAAAH" one shouts at me.


I deliberately got in his way you see.

-

I must get my son to school.

In my arms like I was Chow Yun Fat in Hard Boiled.

Arne Street is a warzone.

Through the Alley back on to Drury Lane.

The School's not where it's supposed to be.

An oasis of calm.

My friend you look different.

Like your troubles have vanished.

She smiled.

Noticing my child she ushers us to sanctuary.

-

Alone now.

I made my way up Neal Street in the cold light of dawn.

I saw my sister outside the entrance to the flats.

Other people were there.

It was over

-

This is when I woke up, my arm was frozen numb and I couldn't lift my head. I don't know why I remembered all of this, usually it goes after a few minutes awake. I've no idea what any of it means, if anything at all.

I'm seeing a lass called George Pringle tonight at the Luminaire She's quite cool check her out if you want.

I'm winning, just

Re my last post, I'm feeling a little better since. I've had a rest, thought of nothing in particular and feel ready for... ...something.

Caught up with a friend I hadn't seen in a long while, we had a few drinks at the Somerstown Coffeehouse and a short stroll to Holborn. It was good to see people that actually exist as opposed to fictional characters of my own invention or otherwise (work doesn't count because I've decided it's just a cruel joke my psyche is playing on me).

Today I'm supposed to be going to a gig but I think I'll give it a miss and read instead. At the moment I'm getting lost in the Bookholmian Catacombs, I had to escape Prozac Nation due to too much empathy for Elizabeth, although I will return sometime soon.

I should also get out of the house and stretch my legs and taste that fresh London air we're so proud of. I'll head towards the city which is dead on the weekend and therefore devoid of twats in suits.

I've also been busy rekindling friendships that were in danger of dying out.

My sleeping patterns seem to be much better as well although I had a rather disturbing dream about a recent acquaintance the other night, I wonder what that was all about.

I am currently suffering a lot from TOT with peoples names mainly but other words as well like danger a couple of sentences back which took over a minute to think of.

I other news I've still not taken a drink, it's been nearly two and a half months now and to be honest I'm not feeling a difference healthwise even the worry of making a fool out of myself hasn't left me even though it's probably imaginary. I have always said I would go back to drinking but obviously not to excess. I have a real challenge coming up at a gig I've been invited to by the chaps I used to drink with, I'm sure I'll cope though. My sister will be there and I can lean on her for moral support.

TTFN

Oh me, oh my!

I feel really shitty right now! I'm at work on my lunch break thinking about planing my own funeral as it were. On the verge of tears, I feel like I can't face anybody ever again. I feel like screaming like the guitars on "Do Me a Favour" but I don't think anyone would hear me. I thought a post might ease the feeling that's weighing me down today but to no avail, fuck it.

 

I guess I'll just plough through until sleep takes me, this will be the pattern for the foreseeable future.