A journey of weekends

A long weekend in Scum

Well, Sunday and a bit of Monday. Saturday, I’d breakfast with Jackie in ‘Spoons and the afternoon was spent with Shaun and Myles down at the arcade. Our ‘Spoons is a regular ‘Spoons with drunk people at 9am, and the arcade got shed loads of my 2p’s — okay, a pound but all those 2p’s weigh little […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend of BBQ’ing & hanging

The weather held off sufficiently on Saturday to allow for the first BBQ of the season — a little chilly after the sun fell but we didn’t notice. When I say ‘the weather held off … to allow’ I mean we would’ve gone ahead anyway, just nice not drowning whilst eating our burgers. The BBQ was […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend in lieu of Paris

We’d booked this airbnb place with a view of the Eiffel Tower — I’d already got on the case to find out where things were, how to get there etcetera, and then vertigo’s amateur cousin (I’ve got an acronym, similar to Vestibular Neuritis) came up in here and saw the whole trip dead. Luckily Kayte (who I […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend of birthday drinks & box moving

Last Thursday was my best mate Shaun’s birthday and Saturday night was our night on the town. I can’t say I remember much of our evening or that I functioned much on Sunday — a good night sign! Saturday morning was home-move day for Jackie. I flexed these pecs of mine and hauled around boxes […]

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A weekend with friends & anger

Saturday saw me put to work on Shaun’s allotment, digging up onions that had flowered and planting new ones. I didn’t work alone. I had the expert assistance of a little person who gave reason to stop often for snacks, hide and seek, and to look at trains. According to Shaun I’m a bad influence on his son. […]

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A weekend of cleaning

In a black knee-length number with white half-apron, lace headpiece, and a feather duster — Yakety Sax blaring — I got a great amount of cardio done but not much cleaning. No matter, I just like looking good in my maids outfit.  

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A journey of weekends

A weekend with Sloan the slow worm

Meet Sloan, he’s a slow worm. He lives in a vegetable patch under a vegetable patch blanket that keeps him warm, and he likes to do slow worm stuff all day like catching worms and slugs, and avoiding cats. He slithers about because he looks like a snake, but he isn’t a snake — he’s a slow […]

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A weekend flying a kite

Until Saturday I’ve never once managed to make a kite fly — I used to run with it and run with it, and no luck — Myles, on the other hand, (after a little help from Daddy) got the kite flying, doing tricks and all sorts, with very little effort. Eventually, once he fancied his lunch, he handed […]

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A weekend doing nothing

I did absolutely jack shit besides feeling like crap, writing, and watching movies. I also ate, had a bout of projectile vomit, slept, and had to go to the shop. Jeff came back to the family fold after 4 weeks on the lam — I do wonder what has been achieved. He needs to learn to behave, he’s […]

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A weekend with my mate Ménière

Because terra firma isn’t exactly firm at the moment, more like a rolling ocean, most of my weekend was spent indoors and trying not to move too quickly for fear of throwing up. For someone who has a violent spasm every time he remembers something, measured motion isn’t easy to achieve. Besides, like whilst being […]

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A weekend with the lads

No girls allowed! Not quite a piss-up in Marbella but our lads weekend was just as crazy. On Saturday we went to a track party, built sandcastles, and jumped in puddles. We ate sausage rolls and dunk ’ems, and a little person got covered in chocolate — got it in his hair, on his sleeves, and in his belly. We saw […]

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A weekend of reaction

March 1st saw this man I know walk out on my mother — he packed his bag, took 1 dog (the other will “get over it”), said some things, and left. He’s been back a couple of times to collect more things, to say more things, and to leave again — this “step-father” is a revolving […]

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A weekend at the park

Saturday was spent climbing around this adventure play zone at the back of the Clarence pier pub / restaurant. I met up with Jackie and Claire for lunch and Claire’s little Ethan was persuasive in this idea of ‘fun’. It wasn’t too bad. I fit through all the tunnels and I could climb through its […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend in the doghouse

I fell out with myself on Saturday — someone let me down and from that, because I know they’re a let down, I gave myself a caning for putting myself through it (again). Stern words, chewed out — I wouldn’t speak to anyone as I choose to speak to myself. As with most rants A begot D and […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend in Devon

Clutch, and the front door latches behind me. Pooped, me not the door. I’m home! It’s cold. Tea me up! Damn, I need to go get some milk. Hmm… and food. Proper peckish, I am. What do I want? Oh God, it starts already… indecision. I’ve had a handful of nuts, a few cheese biscuits of […]

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