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Verlorene Jungs and sticky buns


Thursday, July 29, 2004

I made a foray onto ICQ last night for a change and got buzzed by this guy in Germany asking about punk. It seems there's a punk/skin movement over there that I wasn't aware of until now, in any case I was always wary of the 1980's skins in the UK cuz of their association with the NF, but it seems the current German scene's politics of protest isn't too far removed from our own e.g. criticising Bush and nationalist politics (from our brief chat and a look around on the net). Apparently this guy is in a band called Verlorene Jungs which is one of the top German punk bands! Musically they obviously take influence from late 70's early 80's bands that I remember... anyhow, you can download some MP3's here if you want to listen.

I'm currently reading a brilliant book by Jostien Gaarder called 'The Solitaire Mystery'. The guy also wrote 'Sophie's World' which I've always intended to read but never got around to and on the evidence of this book I will definitely be reading all his stuff! To describe this book? Well it's through the eye's of a 12 year old boy on a journey with his father to find his mother who went away "to find herself" and contains these lovely, funny insights into human nature from this thoughtful boy. The style of the book reminds me very much of 'The Little Prince" mixed with "Alice In Wonderland" and I definitely reccommend it to anyone who wants some escapism, some smiles and a nice warm glow. btw, if you want to know the relevance of sticky buns... you need to read it!

I had another group yesterday morning. It was billed as a 'men's group' so I wasn't expecting much... you know how men are! lol Amazingly it was a really enjoyable 90 minutes and credit must go to the facilitator and the group members equally. It was amazing how insightful, supportive, caring and intelligent the group members were. I've honestly never experienced a group of men being so honest about thoughts and feelings in a calm, honest and respectful way before. This hugely diverse group of guys with only past/present alcohol/drug issues in common really made me feel positive, welcome and inspired.

On the whole, not a bad day.

2004 snogs




posted by Andy 13:45

Call Me Dickhead


Monday, July 26, 2004

I really wish I could stop getting shit-faced and pissing people off, losing my inhibitions and generally being a twat. Another Saturday night has come and gone with me ending up losing my memory but being sure I've pissed off loads of people and generally been a twat. How do you deal with 20 years of this and more in my childhood? How can you completely redesign your life after so long? So here's me being quite honest. The counselling thing is to do with my reliance on substances (currently alcohol). I hope I'll be able to see a future and maybe build a future with the help of these people. I know I have to build (create) self esteem, learn how to create a social support network, find goals and motivation... all that kinda stuff. Sounds a fucking big challenge to me!

Sorry to all those I've let down and/or pissed off.

2004 snogs


posted by Andy 19:18

Corner Shops and Holidays


Saturday, July 24, 2004

Hooray for corner shops! One of the good things about living here is my lovely corner shop, run by lovely people! For three years now I've frequented the place, picking up bits and bobs and sometimes almost living on their groceries. Always I get a friendly smile and they point out special offers and sometimes let me off a few pence, like if it's £5.03 or something. So today on a day when i intended to walk into town and get some cash and electricity cards etc I found myself not really wanting to brave the crowds and mall-rats plus the temptation of markets and supermarkets (financial situation is pretty dire due to sick-pay situation) so I thought I'd go to the local shop, risking that they would take a debit/credit card. I arrive in the shop only to find the 'lines are busy' on the credit-card system. Bugger! I think to myself whilst contemplating a sweaty hike into town to get some cash. So thank goodness for the shopkeeper who insisted, in her 'English as second language' way that 'It's ok, you can take it. Pay me tomorrow'. I felt a little guilty, but nonetheless grateful to her. So hooray for friendly local corner shops run by naturalised immigrants. I'm told that this sort of service was the norm in years gone by, before super-hyper-mega markets forced the closure of small businesses, the decline of town centres and the growth of the 4x4 (suv) exodus to out-of-town gluttony halls, promoting pollution, greed, traffic congestion and lack of exercise. Ok, rant over.

Dani has booked our plane tickets for my first ever foreign holiday to her family home in Bulgaria. Hoorah! I'm obviously nervous and the financial situation is bad (see above) but apparently there are ripples of excitement as they anticipate my arrival! Hope I won't dissappoint them! I was looking through my 'Lonely Planet' Eastern European Phrasebook last night, lol.

I'm booked in with the 'counselling' place for a couple of groups and regular 1-2-1's, but it's early days. Spoke to the boss and let him know exactly what's going on too. It's all a bit complicated really, especially with me being a worrier and what-have-you (typical virgo apparently).

Hooray for Vale who had a great time in Cesenatico with Gianluca ;o) I hope I'm not tempting fate when I say that I hope her happiness lasts!

2004 snogs



posted by Andy 16:04

Doctor! Doctor!


Saturday, July 17, 2004

Ok so I went to see a quack ay 15.25 today. (He was a locum cuz of summer hols). Two hours later they try to evict me before I tell them that I've beenn waiting for two mhours to see the aforementioned quack!
 
I see the quack, ho-hum...
 
I have a dream later, wanna hear the abreviated version? k,.... afraid this is just notes, not a script or whatever...
 
At some party
Sunday school party
Three women
Sex with each of them at various times
Got hold of an old sports car – didn’t steal it.
Was sitting on a couch with this woman, slightly dark, making out
Old guy sitting by a piano
Got handed these tin boxes and told that he’d seen us making out and he would punish us by putting the tins on our heads an beating us with a steel ruler
I try to escape
Big argument with this guy, think he was someone’s dad.
I pick up a knife and carve into him, nice and deep, blood oozing out
Carve the word “cunt” into his back
We must be “up north” somewhere I guess
The guy and others are lying on the grass in the back garden, apparently lifeless
I say my goodbyes to the women
For some reason myself and this asian guy are to leave together in my car
We go to the car with the luggage
Realise we’ve left a bag inside
I load up the car while he goes back for the bag
I’m leaning into the passenger side
Three black guys turn up – I see one of them through the driver’s door
He fires through the window twice
Then again, closer to me – he demands the keys
I ask that I be able to take out our luggage, they agree
Friend returns and I explain
There’s always the old motorbike I think
Then we look at it and realize the seat and engine have been removed
Bollocks!
We walk off
There are now three of us, me, a black guy and another guy (white or asian)
Decide to get a train
Walk through a housing estate and towards a station
I’m carrying a large, office chair now (dunno why) down a narrow pathway
A bus-stop is ahead and a pensioner gets in my way… I’m separated from the others
I arrive at this strange “lido”, bar complex, lots of people around the pool and in a large seated area
I look for my friends
Across the pool I see a white guy with tousled, bleach-highlighted hair holding an Uzi sub machine gun – this points at me momnentarily
He moves around the pool and I move in opposite direction – diving beneath the low pool wall for cover
Gunman is now in the seated area, behind a slim, brown marble pillar about six inches in diameter
He fires several times on either side of the pillar but I,m ok.
He shouts various threats including a bomb threat – very soon the complex will be destroyed
People rush to evacuate – doors are not working, I have to prise a door open,
My legs are heavy as I try to find a way to get some distance between me and the complex
Suddenly I’m inside again, still looking for my friends
I’m in some sort of library and student union complex
I see a girl viewing a scan of her arse! Lol This seems to be an assignment as several are doing similar things
I hunt around the complex and go down a spiral staircase into what must be the student union bar
I go back up and see a small opening with two slim, handsome, black bouncers standing by it
I ask what’s down there
They say it’s something like “Café & Crème” “not for you”
I struggle back upstairs realizing “Café & Crème” is a gay bar
I fight past groups of women going down the stairs to the gay bar
At the top people are still struggling to get out of the complex
A crowd go down a concrete stairwell and come up against a door, painted a nasty, mustard yellow
The door is difficult to open but eventually we are herded through and find a concrete stair going upwards to freedom
At the top there is a blue-painted steel gate, locked!
Fuck!
Back down the stair there are some old wooden cupboards
I look through them to find a screwdriver to open the gate with
I awake soon after
 
Best part was the, ahem, sexual relations with the three lovely ladies (admittedly around 40, shortish, average figures – but darn tasty!)
 
Crazy!!!! Slurp!
 
 
Snogs 2u!


posted by Andy 23:49

Piss On My Porridge, Why Don't You?


Thursday, July 15, 2004

Is it any wonder I'm a cynical, negative, insular depressive? Every time I achieve anything or do anything I'm proud of, there's always someone to slag it off or kill off my enthusiasm, self-esteem or sense of achievement with criticism or negativity.

Take my mother... please! Take her! Lovely person though she undoubtedly is, she is so fucking negative and unadventurous! Take heed those younger folk amongst you, the destructive influence of parents can extend way into adulthood. But I digress...

I have been nudged and cajoled into finally taking my first holiday abroad... thus opening up whole new vistas and a swathe of opportunities! Hooray! It has long been an ambition to pay a visit to my good online friends including Sladja and Valentina... and now I have the chance to visit Bulgaria with my good friend Dani, stay with her family and chill. Cool eh? I see this as the first step to travelling elsewhere and perhaps giving a fresh perspective on life, let alone the opportunity to meet some really good online chums. So how come my dearest mother (why the fuck did I ever mention this to her?) decide to bombard me with problems, difficulties and anxieties? There was me, starting to have more excitement than anxiety about all this travelling business when Old-Mother Downer casts her sopping-wet blanket all over me! Is it any wonder I cut myself off from my family as much as I do? Far from being supportive they drag me the proverbial two-steps back. Fuck-em!

Nice of Abby to send me a book out of the blue! Nice to have friends! Also it's great that Vale is happy and on her way to her beloved Cesenatico! Jit and Dani have passed their exams! So I guess things are ok ;o)

snogs


posted by Andy 18:38

Demon Drink


Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Just heard about that guy who shot himself in the testicles with a sawn-off shotgun! He got sent to prison. Yup, I had to do a double-take there too. I mean, shooting yerself in the nads has gotta be bad enough, but then he gets sent to jail too! Life is indeed a bitch! The story goes that this guy was having an argument with a mate about whose round it was (obviously an extremely important issue) so he went home, got his sawn-off shotgun and walked back to the pub... with his weapon stuffed down his trousers. Hahahahahah!!!! Loser! Mind you, anyone who owns a sawn-off shotgun kinda deserves it IMHO.

BTW, anyone see that tv prog last night? "101 Things Removed From The Human Body"? I still don't get how that kid blew half his head away and survived. Maybe he is genetically related to worms, y'know, the way you can chop 'em in half and you get two worms? Ok, ok... I know I still have MY bollocks cuz they are blogging.

snogs


posted by Andy 18:32

Back from the back of beyond!


Saturday, July 10, 2004

Dig my new phone!

Ok, ok, I know I shouldn't have done that! But wtf!

Haven't blogged in an age, partly cuz I went away for a few days and partly cuz I'm a w****r. My chum Dani has been to the Eisteddfford in Llangollen with her mother's Bulgarian folk group. Apparently they won some awards which is cool.

I had a surprise parcel last Friday!!! Oh! Surprises! I hadn't a clue what it might be, so I went down to the post office to pick it up and it was a lovely cookery book from Valentina! Yay! All about Pasta, publishated from the Italian. (You can tell cuz it has recipes for entrails, lol). It was a lovely surprise! Isn't it great when people just randomly send you something just cuz they have been thinking about you? Awwwww!!!!! I'll get all gooey if I'm not careful.

K, not much else I can report really apart from the fact that I have my "welfare visit" from boss etc on Monday and Tuesday have a counselling thingummy (first session). Exciting eh?

BTW, fresh peas are excellent! Buy some now!

Huge Snogs 2 Carla, Miss VV, Sladja, Dani, Raggy Rat and y'all

Average snogs 2 the rest of ya


posted by Andy 19:39