Tuesday...
More muppettry. Have forgotten to pack both my charger for my DSLR batteries AND my special shirts. Have attempted to procure replacement for both in town, suprise suprise, Canon charger units are thirty quid (yeah right) and can't be got for a fortnight; eyeball burning shirts are out of fashion down here it would appear. Enquired about the possibility of having one run up, but it's not feasable and costly in the time frame available, so I'm moving onto plan C which I'm sure will work.
A busy day, helping out mates in need by being a general good egg and superhero; a bit of a shopping splurge, made the mistake of wandering into Waterstones, got away with only buying another Hunter S Thompson ramble to attempt to engage the grey matter - that shop's about five times the size of Ottakars in Grimbo, I'm trying to resist going back before the end of the week, I think if I do my debit card may melt. At long last, got off my arse and ordered prescription swimming goggles so I can face the pool without blur. Or Oasis, I like them even less. This is an ongoing requirement; my chronic short sight has crippled my confidence in swimming situations for years, and getting it sorted has been on the list of things to do for longer than I care to remember. It feels good to tick something else off the list, to grab back control from the lunacy pixies. Not sure if my bank manager is going to be so impressed, but frankly he can go and screw himself.
Found time for a nice walk down on Nacton shore, perfect weather. I think an issue of living up north is that I've not found anywhere that's just nice to wander in that way; not that I'm interested in moving back down here but I've got no hideaways up there, no places to just go and be me, to chill out, just work, the domestic cell, the computer desk... it's no wonder I went barmy! It's not as if I've particularly looked for one either, and I think I need to find some as a matter of urgency when I get back; re-engaging with life and making the most of what life offers the solitary Scorpio and breaking the destructive bonds that have formed and messed my life up, and hurt people I care about.
Chinese for tea then popped down to Felixstowe to pick up my old mate Miche' for pubbing; her mother and gran are with her from Glasgow at the moment and driving her more insane and grouchy than she normally is already with proximity and cigarette smoke. Ain't no smoker like a militant ex smoker eh; the irony of her situation has been noted, mocking has been done already. Her mother's had me fully booked as potential son in law material for years; truth is though everybody knows we'd murder each other within a week, maybe we could have done that ten years ago, but we didn't and frankly thank god for that!
Then pub. Then jollity.
Met up with 'Mo and the aforementioned Kev at the Fat Cat for real ale related jollity. On the gossip front, it seems that it's the checkup from the neckup season; of the people I still know down here, three of them are in councilling at the moment for traumas old and new and I'm thinking about it, not so much for the anger issues which I at least think I can understand, but for all the other confidence issues, insecurity, begatting paranoia and anger again... hell, I understand those too, just not entirely sure how one beats them. Anyway, digressing... ale related jollity taken and enjoyed, reprised my enjoyment of the Essex Blonde (that's the Crouch Vale beer, not the barmaid, mucky reader), before sampling the Adnams, Mauldons and Chimay Blue; a favorate poison of mine of old.. At some point with Miche', chinese food generally appears and sure enough, a big bag of squid duely appeared at the table, and was hoovered by those of a mucky seafood fetish. Kev and I just attacked the famous enormous onion rings as popularised by several internet meets there, no doubt there will be a toll to pay for that onion abuse in the morning. It won't be the beer. Honest guv.
More muppettry. Have forgotten to pack both my charger for my DSLR batteries AND my special shirts. Have attempted to procure replacement for both in town, suprise suprise, Canon charger units are thirty quid (yeah right) and can't be got for a fortnight; eyeball burning shirts are out of fashion down here it would appear. Enquired about the possibility of having one run up, but it's not feasable and costly in the time frame available, so I'm moving onto plan C which I'm sure will work.
A busy day, helping out mates in need by being a general good egg and superhero; a bit of a shopping splurge, made the mistake of wandering into Waterstones, got away with only buying another Hunter S Thompson ramble to attempt to engage the grey matter - that shop's about five times the size of Ottakars in Grimbo, I'm trying to resist going back before the end of the week, I think if I do my debit card may melt. At long last, got off my arse and ordered prescription swimming goggles so I can face the pool without blur. Or Oasis, I like them even less. This is an ongoing requirement; my chronic short sight has crippled my confidence in swimming situations for years, and getting it sorted has been on the list of things to do for longer than I care to remember. It feels good to tick something else off the list, to grab back control from the lunacy pixies. Not sure if my bank manager is going to be so impressed, but frankly he can go and screw himself.
Found time for a nice walk down on Nacton shore, perfect weather. I think an issue of living up north is that I've not found anywhere that's just nice to wander in that way; not that I'm interested in moving back down here but I've got no hideaways up there, no places to just go and be me, to chill out, just work, the domestic cell, the computer desk... it's no wonder I went barmy! It's not as if I've particularly looked for one either, and I think I need to find some as a matter of urgency when I get back; re-engaging with life and making the most of what life offers the solitary Scorpio and breaking the destructive bonds that have formed and messed my life up, and hurt people I care about.
Chinese for tea then popped down to Felixstowe to pick up my old mate Miche' for pubbing; her mother and gran are with her from Glasgow at the moment and driving her more insane and grouchy than she normally is already with proximity and cigarette smoke. Ain't no smoker like a militant ex smoker eh; the irony of her situation has been noted, mocking has been done already. Her mother's had me fully booked as potential son in law material for years; truth is though everybody knows we'd murder each other within a week, maybe we could have done that ten years ago, but we didn't and frankly thank god for that!
Then pub. Then jollity.
Met up with 'Mo and the aforementioned Kev at the Fat Cat for real ale related jollity. On the gossip front, it seems that it's the checkup from the neckup season; of the people I still know down here, three of them are in councilling at the moment for traumas old and new and I'm thinking about it, not so much for the anger issues which I at least think I can understand, but for all the other confidence issues, insecurity, begatting paranoia and anger again... hell, I understand those too, just not entirely sure how one beats them. Anyway, digressing... ale related jollity taken and enjoyed, reprised my enjoyment of the Essex Blonde (that's the Crouch Vale beer, not the barmaid, mucky reader), before sampling the Adnams, Mauldons and Chimay Blue; a favorate poison of mine of old.. At some point with Miche', chinese food generally appears and sure enough, a big bag of squid duely appeared at the table, and was hoovered by those of a mucky seafood fetish. Kev and I just attacked the famous enormous onion rings as popularised by several internet meets there, no doubt there will be a toll to pay for that onion abuse in the morning. It won't be the beer. Honest guv.
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