I've been of the booze for the last 4 days and I've found I've been sleeping longer and am feeling a bit groggy in the mornings.
It's a bit boring just sitting about, but I suppose I'll get used to it. I'm gonna start doing some more music on my 8 track to take my mind of it and give me something to do in the evenings.

One good thing is the money I'm not spending on drink, must be saving about £40 a week. Hey Ho!

Feck these politicians and their expenses. Did you really think it was all as they told you? We love the people, 'cause they are blinkered like a race horse, there's the winning line, run faster.

On our walk around Loch Lee just as we were nearing the falls we came upon a group of women , one of whom had fallen and broken her ankle. She was quite elderly and in a bad way and none of us could get a a signal on our mobiles. One of the women was going back to a house we'd spotted on the way up, but in the meantime there was not a lot else we could do. I took of my coat and laid it upon the lady so at least she'd be warm. I had to continue the journey with just a vest and sweat-shirt. On the way back she was still there so I had no choice but to leave my coat with arrangements for getting it back. As we walked on another 100 yards, I suddenly remembered I'd left my car keys in the coat pocket. Imagine if I'd got back to the car without them!!!

Anyway, later on an ambulance was seen going to the house and a couple of landrovers were on the way to help, and just as we got back to the car the air ambulance came chugging overhead.

So my selfless act maybe saved a life. I survived without my coat, maybe the old lady wouldn'tve.

For some reason I called the in-car radio a RECORD PLAYER today and Bro almost fell of the passenger seat in amusement. Ah well, I only have 2 vinyl records that I've stashed away 'American Prayer' by Jim Morrisson and Syd Barretts 'Barrett'/'The Madcap laughs'.

Back to work for me tomorrow after 2 weeks R'n'R. Is that rest and relaxation, or rock and roll? A bit of both, t'was good to be able to rest the old shoulder but I must admit to being a bit bored sometimes as I'm not much of a TV junkie or a surfer of the web, so I found myself starring into space and contemplating important stuff like, 'what shall I cook for tea tonight?' and 'I wonder if there's any live footy on the box?'.

My sleeping habits are shot to pieces as I've been going to bed quite early for me at about 11pm, then waking up at 4am, coming down the stairs to arse about till 6am then going back to bed for a couple of hours before getting up again at 9am, doing something, then having a 'power nap' some time in the afternoon and feeling groggy for an hour until I 'shook the dreams from my head pretty child'(that's Jim Morrisson btw)

Anyway, I've also managed to wean myself of DHCs and other strange painkillers over the last fortnight that I was becoming reliant upon to ease the pain in my shoulder. Cold Turkey ain't so bad, it just gives you a different angle on how to smooth down the rough edges. It ain't easy though, man, you gotta face life full on, and appreciate all those things you were missing, whereas before, the soft cushion of morphine was letting it all pass by in a warm, cosy current of complacency. Is my body and constitution so strong that I can deal with all this, well so far so good. I've been addicted and got through it, my will is strong, I look back and think ' my god, man, how did you manage?, well I did 'cause I'm me, the spirit is true, I have weaknesses that I overcame, will have to overcome in the future, and who I am today is who I was yesterday, just a little bit wiser but a whole lot more worn down. 

And with that, it's time for another drink.

In to my second week of 'resting' and the anti-inflammatories seem to be doing their job. The shoulder only hurts if doing something like driving or working on the computer, but it's the bloody bi-cep that annoys me the most. Every morning throb! throb! so I find myself downstairs listening to the dawn chorus and trying to kill time until I can go back up to bed for a few hours of dozing. My body clock is shot to hell. Here I sit at 7 am bloody starving, the light pouring through the window, as I listen to the now familiar sounds of the world waking up and getting ready for the working day ahead.

And I lost my mobile phone on Sunday!! So I've charged up the old Sony Ericcson and am waiting for a new genie sim card I got on eBay for 89p. It's weird not being able to text the world, you feel out of the loop, on the subby bench and scared to go anywhere in the car without it.

My new digital camera takes some great photos. I've found a setting called AUTO that seems to be the best. The only bad thing is that it is a bit bulky and swings about on the neck strap whilst walking and I can't find a case for it.

I'm starting to get pretty good on the ukulele now and am finding it a lot more fun to play than the geetar even though Rosie is threating to ram it up my arse as I sit picking away on it while she watches TV.

So, as Zebedee said, Time for bed!

'Tis a dreadful thing to be in pain all day and night my friends.

 All those sports I used to play, tennis, squash, football (goalkeeper and mid-field genius), golf & badminton have come home to roost upon my shoulder. 'Ah yes' the old sports say to me,' remember that great save when you winded yourself and snapped your elbow?, remember that forehand smash to the base-line and that rocket of a first serve that used to send Bro quivering to the door of defeat?, that chip in from 60 yards at the 13th hole at St.Michaels?, those 2 goals u scored in the 2nd half to give the Zeds victory?, that great fingertip 'save of all saves' at the 5-a-sides when the crowd all gushed 'he got a touch to that!'?, and, my final game of football, the first half in goal I kept a clean sheet, then the second half, as a mid-fielder, where I sprayed the ball around the park like a one touch magician and that wonderful side-foot into the corner of the net to win the game. The post match barbeque ceremony had me as man of the match, and with that my sport career ended!.

I went on after that to play a few more games , but the old style had gone, something was missing.Youth!.

So I took slow sports that involved lots of alcohol, snooker and darts. Snooker I found a bit boring, but a night at the darts was great fun, well used to be.

The first darts team I played for were a.........I'm gonna stop right there as I've lost the thread of what I was supposed to be posting about, oh yeah my frozen shoulder.

'Tis a dreadful thing to be in pain all day and night my friends.

The doctor gave me a prescription for Naprosyn(naproxen) 500mg tablets, 56 Gastro-resistant film-coated tablets. Woah! can't wait to start taking them bad boys.

So I's got to take it easy for the next 2 weeks.

Until next time, be good.

 

 

In my line of work I unfortunately have to deal with the general public. Now 85% of these people are fairly civil, level headed human beings. The remaining 15% are the most moaning obnoxious bunch of ape descendants you could wish to meet. The faces of this breed seem to be set in a permanent scowl with downcast mouths and heavy, furrowed brows and whose only joy in life seems to be to cause misery and spread unhappiness wherever they go. They usually write letters of complaint to newspapers or places they've been and use phrases like 'ridiculous', 'conned', 'irate', 'demand', 'I won't be coming back' etc.

You can normally tell these kind of people a mile of, the piggy eyed stare, the inability to string three words together without drooling or swearing, the constant 'no' shaking of the head and they always tend to show up at events that have the word 'free' mentioned somewhere.

A bigger bunch of arseholes you could not wish to meet, there must be a club or a place where they all meet up, oh there is, I forgot, I work there.

Until next time....Fight thee not with monsters, you may become one yourself.

Jag.

A huge embarresement today as I was driving through Blairgowrie. It really is a badly signposted town and I missed the turn of to Dundee so I went up a side alley and came back down the main street and turned left into what I thought was the right road. Half down and there is loads of traffic coming the opposite direction flashing lights and tooting horns at me. Peoples contorted faces and manic gestures made me realise I was going the wrong way down a one way street!! I tried to reverse into this garage driveway but a bloody woman driver was coming out of it so I was sandwiched blocking the road. Eventually after much manouevering I managed to get going and high-tail it out of the damn place.  

The legendary PS nights have been going since 1998 when a group of guys(no girls aloud) congregated at Jags pad to play Striker and Quake 3. Since then the membership has diminished until only 2 members still turn up, Jag and Colin. We religiously play PES ? and various other games until 4am, a night full of hilarity, yapping, drinking and comradship. I asked Colin when he thought these PS nights would end and he replied "when one of us dies!"

I've always been fascinated by those old tales of Bigfoot,The Yeti & The Loch ness Monster etc and even the more modern ones like The Beast of Boddin still hold my intrest and I always thought I'd be a great big brave soul who would fight one of these monsters in a heated battle to the death. Well at St.Brides Ring today as the sun was fading I had my chance when this thing appeared in the trees about 40 yards from I was exploring. At first I thought it was a Buzzards nest or something so went to investigate. As I got to within 20 feet the thing bloody well moved and shrieked at me. I shat a big one I can tell you and I ran like a Thompsons Gazelle through the woods. It was like a typical horror movie cliche when I got back to the car, the door was locked, I was fumbling for the keys, then the damned ignition wouldn't start and then I wheel span for what seemed like ages before I eventually got moving. As relief flooded over me and I started to relax did my mobile phone not go off with the thumping drum intro from 'Lust For Life' by Iggy Pop giving me a real fright. Jeezo and Hells' Teeth man, I ain't going back there again.