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[07 Oct 2006|12:50am] |
I'm not in a good mood. I think it's best to leave it there, but a few things that happened this evening have left me seriously questioning the mindset of someone. Someone who came to me as a friend, someone who sought my help, my confidence and my good nature, and has turned it to shit, in one fell swoop.
That's all i'll say. It's not been a brilliant evening.
Let's hope tomorrow's not so shit, eh?
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[07 Oct 2006|01:12am] |
They told me one day he'd gone. I looked for him in the coal scullery, in the shed,
and even under the tortoise's house. Like he'd be in there..
He was a strange old man..he lived like i thought any old man would..in a chair in the
corner, staring out through harsh, black rimmed and square spectacles..with a slightly
rusted money box to his side.
He was my grandad. I never knew him..except for what they'd told me about his being
in the war..how he fought through mudslides and bullets, through hails of smoke and
the bounce of grenades, how he'd swapped cig packets and stories, how he'd wanted to
come back...come back and to see his wife..
He did come back..and in the eighties I knew him...he'd scold me for playing havoc with
the record deck, for turning the little handles on the ancient chest of drawers, for
stealing my uncle's Fisherman's Friends from the small packet in the back room.
And one day he'd gone. They told me he'd gone hunting in Ramsgate..to search for the cat..
I didn't even know they had a cat, but I believed them..it seemed to me quite a feat
for grandad to leave his old chair after being encamped in it for so long..I thought him
brave...to go hacking through the vegetation in those back alleys..to clamber in amongst
the old timbers and disused places..to venture into the old darkened windows of that
old water tower so many times...
My sisters and I went looking for him..to help him..to find this unnamed cat..I never
did find out it's name..we went down those old alleys..our feet clattering out echoes and
rining out a call in his name...we tried beyond our years to scale those beams..to
weave in amongst the old red brick and peer through the smashed windows in the water tower..
but we never heard a thing...the water tower never gave up it's secrets..
It just loomed over the old road..blue lined tiles and ghosts in it's windows..
and grandad never came back.
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[07 Oct 2006|01:50am] |
Dating Don'ts.
Don't tell her you really fancy a threesome with the cookie monster.
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[07 Oct 2006|03:46pm] |
A cracking game at the Milennnium Stadium, where Wales are being beaten 3-1. Let's hope the England game against Macedonia is half as exciting. That kicks off at five o'clock.
Work today was alright, but the fan is still not working. The temperature tonight could reach 100 degrees, if it gets hot enough. Oh no.
I think I have enough material for my work, so i'll leave that till tomorrow to finish. I want to rest now and rest good.
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