I spent the last while hanging with my friends going to gigs drinking silly amounts, been a general hangover, and it was mighty craic. I got to go to some magic gigs with crazy bands that used the seats in bradleys as a trampoline, epic tuesday night antics boozed up and bold, in to the armpit lane to drink on, till the bells struck half two, out we were kicked into the night to find mischief of our own creation.
To SWANS ear spliting magic ear plugs and shattering glasses turn it up? it was the loudest it could be in to outer space was the only place left for it to go.Don’t ever slate it after a good gig it’ll make you feel queasy and weak.
Sat able bodied in the hospital with the casulty security guarded place the mercy no mercy. There was 3 in total with the injurys to the feet foot leg people. Casts and crutchs became a commen place thing as august came into play. 2 silly sober falls and one drunken hug fall. The universe will slow ya down for good reason.
Preparing for the exciting haul ass back to the education sphere learn things for the future so the dole can kiss my ass make my own way in this life through the medium of cups and plates and arht or art as its commenly known. collecting samples of sound from the hens and the sea to figure out notions caught up inside my brain, to be pulled out when there will be one of those computer devices, made by the computer wiz kid at my desposal. What does this button do? Conquer the world?! Sound!
Up in the shittylink to the home place to work on the house 3 days of breaking and covered in dust to be dupped by the faires. get this madness back in the day 200 years or so ago they built the gaffs on streams flowing south so that the faires could not come in the house, the back door and the front door were in line so that if they so desired the faries could pass freely through when the doors were left open.
Well sound out faries they have made me now have to kango hammer 6 inches into the floors in the old house to stop the rising damp. Ah well kango hammering is fun the destruction has been a mighty task got me one muscle. Its a mighty muscle it’ll be gone tomorrow most likely.
I spent half a day washing the priests cloths yes the priests cloths appartly they are from nana when there was like masses in the house, not sure how many fucken masses there was in the bloody house but theres about 65 million white sheets and table cloths and other fecking things in the place. I won’t be having mass in the gaff.
I have enough holy gods in the gaff watching my every move there well creepy and my gawd if there isn’t enough bottles of holy water I could take a bath in the stuff its unnerving. I have been chatting away to them asking them for help with the work and they just stare back at me judging, the faces of judgement, how did they master that when they were making them?.
if god knows all the sins I have he’ll be causing me to have to do more work for the sins, sound out I will be a reformed woman after it all.
I spend half the day looking out at the rain cleaning and breaking and cleaning, drinking tae and eating ham sambos, shooing out hens, screaming at jack the russell lunatic dog, to leave the chickens alone not that I think he will eat them but hes fond of jumping at them the fucken little hairy bastard.
My neighbour comes in every now and again, hes less loud now with the hearing aid but he comes in picks up the hammer and tells me hes just going to bulldoze the wall that doesn’t need any work, and he knows it too, the prick. He winks to god knows who thats how you know hes lying, he winks, well you know hes lying anyway because thats what he does.
Dad pretends to talk to him but he just moves his mouth saying invisable words, to say that his hearing aid is not working. he knows dad is messing. its pretty fucken funny.
my neighbours brother goes around with his epic comb over, his bailing twine rope belt, his shirt tied up around his chest, his under pants up to his belly button, its his summer fashion as it seems. Hes in love with the german woman back the road, who so happens to have stolen my mothers cat (the cat is a bit of a fucker anyway he bites) the german woman most likely lets him in the house, which he loves.
My mother does not allow cats in the house or dogs or any form of animal, other than the four goldfish who turn there water green pretty quickly “they shit and eat and thats it”
I go fishing with my dad most days and sometimes the fish aren’t fond of getting caught, and other days like to day they jump on to the rod. My dad is like a kid massive smile on his face, he’ll keep fishing if they keep biting and I tell him to stop as we’ve no need for all thats caught. The dolphins kept the makral from us today they were magic jumping high out of the sea, they’ll be full and happy tonight as are the seagulls who have never been so plentyful.
I am sure there is endless more stories from which I could go on all day in my verbose nature.
I have had a wonderful summer it has had its lows but epic highs to see me through the exciting winter adventures ahead.