Archive for April, 2009

The new girl

Posted in Uncategorized on 30/04/2009 by bimbo78

The new job is goig well. I seem to be fitting in well and it is great to have some different stuff to do. I won’t write too much about the job as I don’t want to get into any troube given I now work for a Government organisation. I will say it’s cool because it’s a cross between meterology and hydrology. I always wanted to be a met head but eneded up as a hydro head so I might stay a while and see what happens.

On the family front, things really are awful but I don’t want to talk about it. I’m off down to London tomorrow to visit Sarah and Lisa, Mer is also coming. I think she feels she has to be with me in case I dop something silly. Ooh yeah, cheap train tickets from Brum to London, bargain!!

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Twink has left the building

Posted in Uncategorized on 25/04/2009 by bimbo78

So yesterday was my last day at work after 8 long years. It was a surreal sensation packing my stuff up into a few boxes and wandering out of the old stone building into the bright sunshine.

Everyone was a bit worse for wear yesterday as we had been out for my leaving do on Thursday night, the two lovely chicks in accounts had organised it. First we went to the pub straight after work for happy hour, (or 2). More people arrived having been out in the field that day, Dr Bob and Roy came in with Eleanor! I used to work with Eleanor and she had left about 4 years ago so it was a lovely suprise a sshe is one of my very good friends, (the HL family spirit can never be destroyed even if you join another company). Then we nipped off for a nice steak. We entered the tiny restaurant, (all 20 of us) to discover that Mandy and Moya had been decorating. There were photograph of me on the wall and a big banner saying Good Luck Twink. Twink is what Mandy and Moya have always called me since I started to dance around the office, it’s short for twinkle toes. We yummed our food down and drank more before Webbo, (my boss) gave a speech, I was very close to tears as he said every office needs a Jackie and we are about to lose ours… :o( 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.

We stumbled back to the pub again. Bond was still telling everyone that I wasn’t really leaving and my party was all a big sham. We sat in the pub and sang silly songs before people started to drift away. Dr Bob gave me, Bond, Eleanor and Roymondo a lift back where the songs continued.

I’ll miss HL dearly, the sense of belonging. Everyone actually does care about you, you are a person not a number. I have been through some rough tiomes there. I left to travel in NZ when my brother got ill I came back and they basically took me back and found me a job to do. Then they let me stay in the office so I can dissapear off if I was needed. And now more recently with my mum..the difference being nobody knew apart from Bond, Moy, Mandy and Webbo. I didn’t want my last few weeks at HL to be miserable and I didn’t want anyone feeling akward around me so I didn’t tell people.

I’ll miss the stunning Herefordshire countryside and the lovely little trips to the pub at lunchtime. The drive from Worcester to Bromayard can be soul destroying if you get stuck behind stuff but it is one of the most beautiful stretches of road in the country. I won’t miss the clients, well that’s a lie, I’ll miss some. I won’t miss the irritating demanding gits who think they can buy my opinion.

So onwards and upwards.

The big C strikes again.

Posted in Uncategorized on 19/04/2009 by bimbo78

Ok so I’ll finally bring this out in the open but I don’t want anyones sympathy, the only reason I’m doing this is because I know there are a lot of people out there that are actually worried about me and my family. Especially as they know how I generally respond to stress.

We found out on Friday that my mum has a malignent gluiblastnoma, it’s the worst type of brain tumour there is and is also what killed my brother. I can’t describe what I’m feeling at the moment apart from saying I’m a mixture of numb and terrfyingly angry. My mum’s tumour is in a part of the brain that controls motor functions and so can’t be operated on. She has decided she doesn’t want chemo and who can blame her, it won’t save her it’ll just prolong a painful life at the end. She is fine at the moment and still in the QE hospital in Birmingham waiting to be transfered to Hereford where she’ll meet the oncologist who will tell here what her options are. Then hopefully she’ll come home.

The specialist was very shocked with the stoic reponse she got when she told us the news and even more shocked to find that my brother had already died from what is a supposedly non hereditary disorder. They want me to take part in some world study to find out if indeed it is hereidtary. Oh I can’t wait to find out the results of that.

I don’t even want to think about what lies ahead and am quite content to bury my head in the sand for as long as possible. So if you wnat to distract me then please do just don’t mention the big C, (Cancer).
Jeeezz I wish Kev was here.

You’ll Never Walk Alone

Posted in Uncategorized on 15/04/2009 by bimbo78

It’s 20 years today since 96 Liverpool fans got crushed to death at Hillsbourough in the FA cup semi-final against Nottingham Forrest.
My memory of the events is a little sketchy. I think I was watching Grandstand and they cut to the game. The first reaction of the commentators was there was crowd trouble, which is understandable. They could see the police pulling people out of the crush and then realised what was going on. The game was abandonned not long after it started.
The big image that sticks in my head is the fans carrying the injured around on broken up peices of advertisng hoarding. I remember seeing the faces of the people at the front of the crush, against the wire, unable to get up onto the overhanging barriers. The Police and other fans on the fences reaching down into the crowd at the sea of hands desperatly trying to pull people out. The fans in the tier above reaching down and pulling people up to safety.

Sleep peceaful my fellow reds.

Distracted by drunkeness

Posted in Uncategorized on 15/04/2009 by bimbo78

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.

Worcester Free Art Gallery

Posted in Uncategorized on 08/04/2009 by bimbo78

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Dic(k)tionary

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So to ditract from the shitiness going on at the moment here are some more pictures of the ‘Free Art Gallery’. I have discovered that the name of the Alley is Hook Alley. It seems that the little reviews appearing have prompted budding artists to do more grafiti with new pics and reviews appearing most days.

Posted in Uncategorized on 06/04/2009 by bimbo78

Please not again.