Family Stuff


Right so,
Did I mention I’ve got a new motor. I bought it with my first wage back at work. It’s a wee punto and I’m pleasantly surprised with it. I’ll post a wee photo in due course.

I’ve just finished night shift this morning and had to pick up me Ma from the Airport. She was in Chicago with my other siblings Mary and Frank.
Anyway at the airport we get pulled for our tax disc which we had allowed to expire. Not happy but it gets worse.
The fella wants to check there’s nothing “wrong” with the motor like it’s been stolen or something. Takes ages for any reply to come back.
I’ve only got a court case at 10am with about 2 minutes to get to Motherwell in time. From Glasgow airport no less.
Bear in mind I’m not pissed off at the fella. He’s actually apologising for the delay and eventually let’s us go even tho the checks not back yet. A decent fella.
So we’re on the road back and Dilzyghirl takes the wrong road from the M8*. I mean how can one go wrong?!?!
Well I gets back to the ‘Well just in time and £60 lighter, due to the Tax Disc fine, and get to court about three seconds before I’m due up, pleads not guilty and kicked out again. (More about this in a future post)
So here I am just woke up and I’ve got a Stag night/day to go to tomorrow.
Not normally a thing that would concern me too much but the “host” is a polis.
I’m going to get pissed with a load of polis!!!
I’m not sure how I should deal with these cunts. the fella that’s getting married (to Dilzyghirl’s sister) is a good fella. He used to take drugs and stuff.
But if I know polis like they think they know me then there will definitely be one that gets my back up, and me his.
The thing is I don’t want to show the fella up.
I’ll just wait and see how things develop and post the results.

Well It’s Friday which I suppose is a reason to be happy. Especially as this has been one of the worst weeks in my life and there’s been plenty of those.

First of all on Tuesday (the 19th I think), I go up to my pad in Newerthill to oversee my new gas prepayment meter put in. No problems so far.

I get in the house and sift through the mail and there is a nice threatening letter from Scottish power threatening to disconnect my supply. Nice. I can’t deal with that at the moment ‘cos I’m waiting on the Gas man coming.

The gas man comes and takes one look at my boiler and fucking condemns it. I try pleading, bribery, emotional blackmail and threats but to no avail. He just says “if I go away and leave that the way it is and something happens I’ll be in the jail”. I can’t really argue with that. It’s not the way I would have handled it if I were him but there yi go.

The point is that I no longer have the use of my boiler which means no hot water or heating. My cooker still works but fuck me that’s not good enough. This is all on top of the leccy threat. Those bastards at Scottish power owe me money if anything. Cunts

Anyway, I then go up to my wee mates bit in Wishaw and drown my sorrows with him. He kindly gets me full of coke and all the world seems brighter.

But when I get down the road and see Dilzyghirl I am a little bit worse for wear; And it shows!

I’m all ready to pour my heart out on the rebel rambler when she tells me she’s hid the modem. I think she’s joking and say “aye right whatever” But when I get to my computer I find she’s not kidding after all.

My ensuing tantrum ends up with me smashing one or two items in the house. A mirror and a lamp. Major fall out and a I make a few threats. The worrying thing for me is that she and her pal seem really frightened of me. It doesn’t make me feel big or clever so I hide on the room until yesterday when we sort things out.

Today I sorted things out with the leccy and the landlady’s representative.

I’ll need to do something about my anger management.

Well you remember all that stuff I said in Aaarrrggh. Well guess what? I’m back with the missus. Pathetic innit?

Oh well, back to the grind.

The Pope was laid to rest today. I watched it on the Internet. (Wahey I’ve got broadband!!) I slept in so watched RTE’s coverage when I woke up this afternoon. Very impressive occasion.

If I was to sum up Pope John Paul II in one word it would have to be “inspirational”. His message of Peace, compassion and reconciliation , coupled with humility is to my mind the cornerstone of Christianity. I remember him wagging his finger at George “dubya” Bush about the war in Iraq.

I hope the next Pope’s half as good as JP2. May God shine on him.

Well I’m sitting here in my own house now after the daughter of Satan and me had another fall out. I could have killed her. I was seriously considering how I was going to play it after I fucked her over the veranda. No not like that, she’d be so fuckin lucky! Anyway I ended up hitting her and I don’t give a fuck. When someone, whoever they are, deliberately pushes you into a situation whereby no other option was feasible, then they fucken deserve it. Having said that I should have walked away and cooled down. But then again that never worked before and I’m quite frankly tired of making excuses for her drunken bullying. Every single time she gets a fucken drink in her. She thinks she start a fight knowing full well that I’ll walk out for about a week and then come back and she can start the whole process of humiliation again.
Well it’s stopped. I’ve said this before that we’ll end up hating each other if we continued and now that’s where I am. That’s where she’ll be too, if I get my way. It would make things easier for me to brush myself down and move on. I’ve wasted too much of my life on this improvidence.

The Pope’s not well at all so my thoughts and prayers are with him now. Looks like we’re all resigned to the fact he’ll be leaving this world soon.

My cousin Gerry who I’m staying with took a heart attack today. This was not part of the plan. I went up to see him last night and he was in fine fettle, considering. He’s gonna pull through but I’m hoping he’s going to be alright when he’s out the hospital. He’s worried about money and things. (“I can’t afford to be off sick”) I’m thinking his work will be very understanding. His boss told him not to worry about wages.

I’m remembered of my brothers predicament in London when he was knocked down and dragged along the street by a big fuck off van. His employers said the same and then reneged in the cold light of day.

We’ll see anyway.