The Big Move!

Finally, the big move has now completed and good god I am utterly shattered.

My girlfriend and I have finally got a place together, just 5 minutes walk up the road from where we were staying before, in a little double room with a shared kitchen and bathroom.

So lovely to have our own place: a 2 big double bedroom flat, with very modern kitchen, big bathroom and very large lounge and dining area. And the storage is wonderful!

Being built in the 1960s, it doesn’t suffer from the claustrophobic modern disease at all. Plenty of everything.

And it is fully furnished too!

The move itself began at 9am on Saturday with the signing of the contract (which I had to pay 100% for because somebody forgot her purse… lol), followed by the picking up of the van.

What happened next way 7 hours of sheer hell, with the moving of what appeared to be dozens of boxes full of heavy lead-lined shoes and breezeblocks. And that was just Clare’s house.

Then that lot was dumped rather unceremoniously at the new place, and then a panicked run around to my old place, which is on the 2nd floor, to pick up my stuff which also appeared to consist of dozens of boxes full of heavy lead-lined shoes and breezeblocks.

And we didn’t manage to finish it all and return the van by 5pm, so had to rent it for Sunday as well. At least it wasn’t quite as mental, as only 1 trip to our old abodes each, and then an expensive trip to Tescos to go buy the necessities.

Tonight, however, everything is put away, the PC back up and connected to teh interwebs courtesy of a dongle for the time being; beds all dressed; lovely home-made dinner waiting for me when I got in around 19:40.

Ahh bliss!

Dreaming of my Clar Ni Broin

Love for Clare.

LIsten.

Feel.

And, love.

Forever.

 

 

 

 

Clare, I am yours forever. Just wish we could be together more. Even for an hour or so. Your shifts are so bad. But, I will always wait for you…….

A Message To The Past..

I took my blog temporarily down yesterday after having a long conversation with my (soon to be) ex-wife. She was upset at some of the language I used, and at some of the posts I’ve put up.

I have amended a couple of postings from last year.

And I would like to state, on, and for, the record:

• I was never really a good dad. I thought I was, but I wasn’t. I had issues and problems, mainly around how much I was drinking, working late and how much time I spent with my girls. I am doing my best now.
• I tried to guide her, but obviously came across as being a bully and a control freak.
• I am honestly sorry for everything – we should have split a long time ago and not tried to carry on like we could fix something that was so monumentally broken.
• I have always tried my best to support my loved ones.
• I did things that although I don’t recall, have resulted in pain.

My STBX wife and I had many issues which went for a long time unresolved. We both had some bad instances. We both have done very bad things. However, they no longer matter as we are both in a much better life now.

Things have now changed and we are both free of our past life and of each other. I am with Clar ni Broin. She is with Simon. We are both very happy with our new lives.

So what is the point digging at each other anymore? I don’t see there is one.

I hold nothing against her. I wish her all the best, all the love that she certainly deserves, and needs. T, I will still be your friend if you will have me.

To the World:

• I love my girls and want nothing but the best future for them, with love, excitement, for them to achieve what they can, with all our support.
• Am so proud of you in the Gang Show this year.

• I want them to meet my Clar ni Broin sooner rather than later. Clar is the most wonderful woman I have ever met. So loving, so kind, so gentle, so accepting, so smiley and so so so much in love with me. _I_ am the happiest man that has ever lived, truly.

For everything that has happened, let us learn from the mistakes. Clare and I are so much in love, it is incredible, We plan a wonderful life together.

A couple of my tunes, just to raise up your spirits:

A lovely second one….

My angel sleeps…

Unwell, she snoozes. At peace. Dreaming.

I stroke her hair, and gaze lovingly upon her beauty.

Truly, love has come again.

Holy pants! This guy is gooooood!

I’ve never seen such talent before. This guy is amazing!

An teacht isteach de dhá gcroí

04:51am on the 10th July 2011:

What a lovely sunrise to spend with my girlfriend. After a most fantastic wedding in Fulda, Germany, we went and sat on a bench in the Monastery grounds and watched the sunrise together…

It was a very spiritual occasion.

Shock Horror!

There’s a tune that my girlfriend actually likes!

I must have a sit down.

(pours ice into pants)

Ahhhh, that’s better.

…

Oh dear. I have lost all feeling in the pants.

Giggs ‘n’ Slags

Righto. Here’s the “facts” as reported by the Daily Mail. Ahem.

The sister-in-law of Ryan Giggs - with whom the Manchester United player had an eight-year affair - has revealed that she aborted his baby weeks before marrying his brother Rhodri.

Natasha Giggs was given £500 by the cheating footballer towards the cost of the abortion

Hmm. Ok, so maybe only “once” then. Or at least a few times over 8 years…. And £500 quids? What does he think she is, some sort of chavvy slag?

Two weeks later she married Rhodri in Las Vegas. One of the guests was actor Will Mellor - also revealed to have had a one-night stand with the bride 11 years ago.

Ok, a bit of a history then. Twice in 11 years.

The mother-of-two is also said to have had flings with three other Manchester United players.

She is said to have slept with Dwight Yorke, Phil Bardsley and Danny Simpson when they were playing for the United side, it has been claimed by The Sun

Er, ok a few more then. Hell, happens to everybody, doesn’t it?

 

So, who feels sorry for the poor husband who’s been serially cheated on? ……. Yep, nobody.

Methinks she’s a bit of a slag then. The least she could’ve done would have been to tell her husband and divorce him. Is it that difficult?

Omnia

Make some noise, he says, but I got turfed out for stinking the place up!

Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori

Moooooahhhh!

More Styles! And with a bit of Breeze also!

I feel you, I want you
I know your touch is all I need
I'm waiting, you're shining

Awe. Sum.

OMG

Listen to this and weep, you sad bunch of wumps!

Hixxy rules yet again!

So take me away
When the colours all fade
At the end of the day
When the world is asleep
I'll be living my dream
We're going so deep
Into the night

In black and white we're only silhouettes
Together nothing more and nothing less
Sometimes we must remember to forget

When the sun goes down
I'll be with you………

If you don’t feel uplifted after this then you are a muppet. Or worse.

Oh my! Cryostasis on toonz!

Awesome toonz. Listen and relax and fly …….

Moah Piss

Reflecting more on the wotsit post earlier yesterday I remembered about another incident involving piss and exceptional embarrassment that I’d now like to share with you all.

This happened many years ago, when I was young and not covered in piss.

Picture the scene, living in a flat, with communal hallway. I had ordered an Indian Takeaway as you do.

Being young and unable to control myself piss-wise, I had a little accident in the bathroom, and managed to spray piss all over my trousers. Again. As you do.

“BING BONG!” goes the intercom, signalling arrival of tasty takeaway food.

I lurch out of the bathroom, furiously dabbing at my trousers. The girlfriend is on sofa watching TV. I shout “Can you get the door? I’m covered in piss!!!” at the top of my voice.

Typically, she says “No”, so I furiously dab more at the trousers as I get to the front door. “I’m all covered in piss!” I complain.

I then open the front door….. expecting then to run to the main door and let the delivery guy in.

And you can guess the rest, can’t you?

Door opens. I look up. OMG. It’s the delivery dude.

We never re-ordered from there.

Dropzone

 

You need to have proper ‘phones on, or a handily bigly sub.

It stirs emotions. Don’t play while drinking soup or snorkelling. Ok?