I was in work late on New Year's Eve so when I finally finished I was in no mood to go out partying. I went home to find that Hot Baby Roy was away out (probably with the leotard girls) and Wino Jo was lying sleeping on the couch.
I took battle cat out for a wee walk just so I wasn't sitting in the house but it was so bollocks freezing we were back in after about five minutes.
I texted a few people to wish them a happy new year and drunk half a bottle of whiskey while surfing youtube.
This sounds boring as fuck but in a way it wasn't. My house was nice and warm, I'd some new clothes I'd stolen and some I'd bought with my wages and I lacked that shitty skint feeling that I had when I was on the dole and could never put my finger on what it was.
I'm going to try to build on that this year.
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Saturday, 2 January 2010
Thursday, 3 December 2009
New-ish Neighbours
Hot Baby Roy keeps talking about going round to see the "leotard girls" next door, and the last thing I want is them to meet him and him get the cops called. He's already talking about when they put their washing out he's going over the backyard fence to get some of it. I've told him he's out if he does but I go to bed a lot earlier than him so I can't keep watch all the time.
So I went round there myself to say hi, even though they've been there over a month.
They were very friendly and invited me in. Not a leotard in sight, though they are very beautiful. I now saw why Hot Baby Roy can't keep his mouth shut about them.
They asked if Hot Baby Roy lived with me. I said it's a temporary thing and they said it was nice of me to look after him. I think they meant in a carer sense but I didn't ask for clarification. It's his own fault the way he screws his face up and it goes red and he hops about like he's trying not to piss himself every time he talks about them.
By the sounds of things every guy on the street has come sniffing round them looking for a date even old Mr. Spoon, who asked if they wanted a glass of his burdock wine.
I didn't ask them out, not because I didn't want to but because I'm skint until my wages come in. Then I went home and salivated with Hot Baby Roy, I still won't let him steal things off their washing line though.
So I went round there myself to say hi, even though they've been there over a month.
They were very friendly and invited me in. Not a leotard in sight, though they are very beautiful. I now saw why Hot Baby Roy can't keep his mouth shut about them.
They asked if Hot Baby Roy lived with me. I said it's a temporary thing and they said it was nice of me to look after him. I think they meant in a carer sense but I didn't ask for clarification. It's his own fault the way he screws his face up and it goes red and he hops about like he's trying not to piss himself every time he talks about them.
By the sounds of things every guy on the street has come sniffing round them looking for a date even old Mr. Spoon, who asked if they wanted a glass of his burdock wine.
I didn't ask them out, not because I didn't want to but because I'm skint until my wages come in. Then I went home and salivated with Hot Baby Roy, I still won't let him steal things off their washing line though.
Friday, 6 November 2009
Fuck Work It's The Weekend
That's it for another shite week, after next I'm in the call centre proper, so fuck that. I'm going to get pished with the last penny I have and after that I'll be thieving until the wage packet come in. Yeow!
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Bored in Belfast
I don't write much about the boring stuff, but there's a lot of me online looking for jobs (there's nothing decent) and Fabian looking for houses (they're all overpriced shit).
Mostly I write about our visitors because they bring the most interesting things with them. The only thing is that over the last few days we haven't had any. Mostly because both of us have run out of dole and that means Betty Blue won't be over until Fabian gets paid.
Fabian and me watched a documentary last night about some guy who might have rid Princess Margaret (HRH and all that). That plummy mouthed ballbag James Whittaker was on half saying (but most importantly not saying) that someone would have bumped the gangster off if he'd went about telling stories. Fabian said he thought that they would have bumped him off. This set him talking about the greys and the bilderberg group. It makes my head spin to listen to him. He gets big wild eyes and says far more fucked up weird shit than he ever said coming off crack.
In the end I had to ask him if he thinks Betty Blue would cheat on him, just to get him talking about something else. I felt bad about it, but better in a different way.
Mostly I write about our visitors because they bring the most interesting things with them. The only thing is that over the last few days we haven't had any. Mostly because both of us have run out of dole and that means Betty Blue won't be over until Fabian gets paid.
Fabian and me watched a documentary last night about some guy who might have rid Princess Margaret (HRH and all that). That plummy mouthed ballbag James Whittaker was on half saying (but most importantly not saying) that someone would have bumped the gangster off if he'd went about telling stories. Fabian said he thought that they would have bumped him off. This set him talking about the greys and the bilderberg group. It makes my head spin to listen to him. He gets big wild eyes and says far more fucked up weird shit than he ever said coming off crack.
In the end I had to ask him if he thinks Betty Blue would cheat on him, just to get him talking about something else. I felt bad about it, but better in a different way.
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