Past Its Best

This is the changing rooms found in the derelict football hut I discovered ysterday. Went for an early morning stroll and took the shot, to carry on the graffitti theme. It ends today, because over the weekend I doubt there will be much wandering and discovering crap vandalism. Although the low grade spray paint has almost washed off I can make the word 'Ozzy' and 'Fatman' out. I knew Ozzy aka John Osbourne. He was a hulk of a kid, about 20 with a Seasick Steve beard and a Sid Vicious haircut. It was him who introduced me to SLF (see the other days blip), and last time I saw him was just after an arrest for beating up three pikeys in Gainborough. Not sure who Fatman is: maybe Eamonn Holmes? Or it could be that pointless little chav from eastenders.

Who saw Sammy Winward on Emmerdale last night? mmmmmmmm.

Right everyone do me a favour. Head on over to the excellent journal by my main man rxs and convince him to continue blipping. His inner monologue comments are just so funny and to lose him from regular blipping would be a travesty. Leave comments along the lines of 'keep blipping or the posh car gets it'.

Have you done that? No? Why not? Go now. I'll still be here when you get back.

Back? Good.

I was awake all night coughing and having mad dreams about strange stuff. I can't even begin to go into it, but a lot of faces from my past turned up and systematically rejected me in my dream (mates not women). I woke up glad that it was a dream, something that doesn't happen often. I also got a lie in as I went to the doctors about my persistent illness. So far today hasn't been too bad.

City play the Spireites of Chesterfield tomorrow with their infamous striker 'Jack-lad' or Jack Lester as we know him. Good striker but doesn't play much now. Always a good game against those boys. A couple of the lads I used to know from the Chesterfield branch of my ex employers come up so we'll have a few beers and dish out some stick. Good times.

How amusing, my mate Nobby from Chesterfield just called. 1.30pm for beers and banter. By 4.45 one of us will be deleting the other from our phone

Going up the woods Sunday as well to see my buddy Fish and take a few action shots of the guys on their bikes. Should be a good craic, always is with Fish. He is a unique character, gold teeth, beard and beanie hat but at 47 years of age no spring chicken!! He lives in a half converted Weslyan Chapel and his favourite pastime is taking a mountain bike up to the top of a mountain and then coming down on it. Top fella. He also campaigned heavily for the withdrawal of the forest sell off plans, so perhaps we'll have a cheeky toast to victory there.

I decided to ask the girl from yesterday if she fancied a drink one night. I got a rejection, but a positive one. She said she would but she is currently in a bad place over an ex and isn't wanting anything more just yet. I know its a fob off but at least it was a polite one. I did decide 21 isn't too young. She did suggest that in a few weeks I might ask again, but I'm making no promises. I'm prime real estate, a bachelor that any girl would be lucky to get their claws into. You could say I'm hot shit.

Ooooh I almost forgot. Whilst staying with my cousin the other week he revealed that there are members of the family who look down on me because I live my life like 'an 18 year old without reason or thoughts of consequence'. There's only two members of my family who even know the word consequence so I know the culprit. I do have a message for them: You're a long time dead fuckers.

Hope everyone has a good weekend, expect a City related blip tomorrow.