Tag: cold

    My weekend…


    Well, rather than do any work, I decided to meet my l’il sis for a civilised drink or two Friday night… As I still had some of the legal drug Methadrone (legal MDMA, probably soon to be banned due to fuckwits mixing it with illegal substances and messing themselves up – or dying), I bombed the lot and set off into the cold, cold night (no poetic licence here – it was fucking freezing). And so, turned up at the Tudor to be met by Bob saying “Fuck me, what are you on?” apparently, the Methadrone had hit and my […]

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    I know no-one cares but…

    My cold has gone! 🙂 Woo! and indeed, Yay! All that’s left is this niggly cough – I’ll pickup some super strength, blow-your-head-off-if-you-drink-it-with-alcohol cough stuff later, and I’ll be right as rain* by Sunday (meeting up with Marina then). I have a formula for buying anything medicinal…well, not a formula, more a guideline: Does it say “May cause drowsiness” on the bottle/can/box? If not, move to the next one…in my experience, ONLY the drowsy ones actually work (antihistamines are a fine example of this). I also need some lip stuff – whatsit called? (quick Google) – ah, Lypsyl. Not that […]

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    Cold weather…

    I hate it. I’ve got the use of a company vehicle – a Ford Galaxy. It’s great, heated windscreen so it’s easy to defrost. The fact it has a seperate key for the doors and ignition means I go out in the morning, start it up, go back inside and have a coffee, then go out 10 minutes later and it’s all de-iced and toasty warm* 🙂 Of course, the other day I had the van (no heated windscreen 🙁 ), and left a friend’s house at 4am so I had to de-ice it, drive home, then de-ice it AGAIN […]

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    Bored already…

    I’m bored. And fed up – fed up with winter and cold weather. My ankle is really feeling the cold, it hurts like fuck and it’s making me grumpy. I’ve decided to do what I did over shitmas – I’m going back into hibernation. Yes, from the 23rd December until the 2nd January, I hibernated – didn’t leave my house at all. If anyone wanted to see me, they had to come round, I wasn’t answering my phone or replying to text messages – I wasn’t even looking at my emails let alone reading them. That’s what I’m going to […]

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