I’m finding it too difficult to write about what is going on at the moment. Let’s just say things are a bit shit. I’ll tell you what I did over the bank holiday weekend though but I’ll try and miss out all the horrible bits.
On Thursday daytime I had a text from Spex at lunchtime wanting to get hammered. I’d had a couple the night before so wasn’t really feeling it. Just after lunch I went to Hereford hospital to see my mum, she was in good spirits but had fallen over the day before because her leg has intermittently stopped functioning. She found it all quite amusing as she got lifted back off the floor by two lovely male nurses. Anyway, after sitting in that stuffy hospital for 3 hours I wanted a drink. I texted Spex who re-arranged his plans to come and get drunk with me. Bob, myself and Spex wandered to the Hand in Glove and met up with Dev and some of his work mates. Then I think we went to Hero’s for one before stumbling home.
I was a bit delicate the next day. Bob nipped off to work. Spex and I lounged about drinking tea for a while and watched Jeremy Kyle. Oh my god where do they find these people and what on earth compels them to air there dirty laundry in public?! I does however give you a strange sense of superiority. Is that bad?
Dev and KP turned up and we all trundled into Worcester to have some lunch at the Slag and Fetish. I hadn’t been in there for years, it is such a beautiful old building but is a complete nightmare in the evening as it seems to be frequented by townies. I might buy it. I think we came up with a door policy, we would employ big burly bouncers to turn people away who had ever been in there in the evening for the last 5 years. We had some nice food with a mug full of chips each, (I didn’t get that either). KP and I then went off for a bit of a girly shop whilst the boys got up to something else, who knows what, maybe playing soldiers or perving at girls.
May-Z turned up and we ended up back in the pub, the Swan with 2 Nicks. I would just like to point out that I had not had anything to drink by this point, that’s how delicate I was. I can’t remember what the conversation was about but it was probably nonsense.
We wandered back to mine and had some more tea. Bob was home and tootling about upstairs. Neil and KP went home for dinner and I cooked some bangers and spicy wedges for the remaining people. Then KP and Neil turned up again and we wandered back into Worcester to meet up with some of KP’s mates at the postal order. now the Postal Order has always been a bit of a dive in the past. It sells cheap booze and therefore attracts the dregs of society. They seemed to have done it up a bit since last time I was in there though. We found a nice quite quiet corner at talked rubbish. The thing about Wetherspoons pubs, they do actually serve good alcohol , my wine was lovely and May-Z discovered that Amaretto was only £1.29. Bob, Spex and May-Z then started to drink beer with Amaretto chasers. I on the other hand was taking it easy. We got up to some antics defacing some of the ‘art’ on the walls. Not doing any permanent damage you understand , we just attached a speech bubble to a nice painting of somebody looking in a coffin at possible a king we reckon.
We left KP in the Postal Order and myself, Bob, Dev and May-Z continued to the chip shop. On the way out May-Z stole a book from the shelf. Well what’s the point of them being in there just for decoration? Whilst we were waiting for our chips May-Z and Dev gave an impromptu recitation of ‘Little Girls’. It was odd, the guys behind the counter didn’t bat an eyelid like people reciting Victorian literature was an everyday occurrence.
Next morning Spex had to nip off early as he had visitors turning up at his place at lunchtime. Dev and May-Z started reading my Cookery Year cookbook which was written in the 70’s. It is always good for a giggle. They came across Lobster Thermidor. May-Z siad it wasn’t a dish at all it was just two things, a Lobster and a Themidor. It was decided a thermidor was a mythical creature. At that moment the big bengal tiger cat that lives by us came to see us, apparently he is the Themidor. Bloody freaks my mates. Which reminds me on Dev’s last trip down to see Spex he took him a little pressie, a plastic ornamanet of a dog wearing a jumper, nice! He was named Tacky for obvious reasons. It has now been decided that he has to be left secretly at peoples houses. I found him in the fridge, on top of the cabinet in the bathroom and several other places. Spex left him in May-Zs bag as he left, unfortunatly May-Z discovered him and not wanting to traipse across Brum and then London with him he was left on my kitchen table which is where he still sits. None of the guests later on mnetioned him so I assume they think we really do have hideous taste.
May-z and Dev left to be replaced by Bob’s mates arriving. Gaz, Ben, Chris and Chris little brother David turned up at about lunchtime. Them and Bob all disappeared off in search of food whilst I went to the Hospital again. My mum had not had a good night and had been moved to a side ward. She had become hyper-sensitive to noise and unfortunately they had brought some nutter into her ward in the night who wouldn’t shut up so she ended up screaming at her. Anyway, she has a nice quiet side ward.
My dad turned up closely followed by my Aunty Margaret. Then my cousin Steve, his wife Vicky and there two little sprogs. The clan is most certainly gathering but this is my mums side of the family which is different.
I drifted away a few hours later to find the house still empty. The boys turned up a while later, they had been drinking in a pub by the river, very nice. A little while later they all went off to see Terrorvision at the Wulfrun in Wolverhampton. I should have been going too but I really wasn’t feeling sociable. I watched the first episode of the new Red Dwarf in youtube then watched the second on proper TV. Then I went to bed.
Next day the boys left quite early. Bob and I had to sort the house out after it had been inundated with people over the last few days, then later in the afternoon we drove down to Wiltshire to see Emma and Benner, Sarah and Lisa were also there. We went out for some nice dinner and then went back to hers and played on the Wee. The most amusing part of the evening was when we had to make our profiles which involved making a little person who looked the same as you. Never ask people like us to do that. Mine looked exactly like me apart from the huge blonde handle bar moustache. Sarah’s was a nice bald lady with siddeys and Bob’s looked like an escaped convict. I laughed so much I was actually crying at one point. Then we played some games on the Wee which is always good for a giggle.
Next day we went to Malmsbury which is a lovely Cotswold village. We went in the Abbey and had some lunch before disappearing off home.
All in all it was a nice weekend and very distracting which is what I needed. Thank you very much to the distractees.
( I was presented with a data logger mounted on a gaugeboard which I am very proud of, as well as some nice vin rouge,wind chimes and some dosh. Cheers dudes. 
