Officially move into my new place today. Getting a kebab, I have 30 edibles, ten days annual leave. Fucking yas.
Officially move into my new place today. Getting a kebab, I have 30 edibles, ten days annual leave. Fucking yas.
Currently sat at a kids birthday party () and they're playing the game where the kids have to sit down when the music stops. Standard stuff, except, the woman is remembering who is out by giving the losers star stickers and having them sit in a little group.
I've been to Pirate, Princess and Dinosaur themed birthday parties, but a Holocaust theme is a new one on me.
I went to a cocktail bar yesterday where magicians would come and sit with you for a bit. One of them “read my mind” and I felt like a proper loser when he got it right.
I'm a twit
See Spikey, there's always something worse that could be happening to you.
He said to think of something we have that we like and write it down on a little card. He asked if it was an instrument or a pet so I said no (my wife picked our cat but blurted out her name before he had chance to properly guess hers, cos she’s useless. If anyone’s played that forced-fun game called Chameleon, never play it with my wife and her family unless you want a fury-induced aneurysm) and then he wrote down CAR on a piece of card and showed my wife. ‘Nah he won’t have written that he’s not arsed about hi-‘ as I reveal ‘my car’ scrawled on the card he’d given me.
Should have played havoc and gone with giant dildo or signed Ian Huntley photo, or something I don’t even own like a rugby ball.
I'm a twit
Went to my dad's for the first time in over a year, he gave me £300, legend. Might go more often if he does that every time.
One of the better ways to find out somebody has dementia.
Maybe his book has been published.
I'm a twit
I wonder how quickly the conversation went from catch-up to Jonathan Greening.
He's actually the most cogent he's been for fucking years. He's given up the booze, which is pretty impressive but feels pretty futile. Bottle of jack daniels a day for the best part of four decades, then goes teetotal as a 69 year old disabled shut in stroke victim. Surely now is the optimal time to be a massive alcoholic? Fair play, though.
He said he didn't want to subject me to the faff of trying to sell his old records when he dies, so sold the lot of them for the aforementioned £300 to some nerd he met online. Pretty sure he got massively ripped off, but I spose the profit margin will be dependent on having those Big Audio Dynamite records sitting round the house for years while they wait for them to sell on discogs. Probably a reasonable tradeoff.
Your dad's got the right idea. I've just went round my folks for a chat and to pick up any duplicate DVDs my dad has. I was expecting loads but it's mostly the back half of the Fast and Furious collection. Nowt I especially want so I'll probably add to my pile of stuff to trade in.
The downside being he's still got hundreds more and I dread the day we have to deal with all that at once.