Brighton, Illness and Unemployment

As a long weekend treat, the boyfriend and I went to Brighton. It was lot’s of fun as always. Unfortunately I was ill so we didn’t get as much done. We still got a hell of a lot of drinking and clubbing done though. We even went on a Ghost Walk Tour. Of course, we had to spend nearly all our money in the arcade winning tickets for shitty prizes. With my last 10p I won 450 tickets. It was a lucky shot, but it meant that I won over Rob in how many tickets we could win!!

We even bought a scrapbook to fill up. When did I get so old and boring??

But alas, I am ill. Too ill to leave the house today. Tomorrow I will be at work til Friday. Then I am officially unemployed I suppose that is the life of a locum…

 

1 More Question

6) Ever had a poem or song written about you?
I’ve had a few things written about me. Here’s a couple:

He was a man of about average height, and perhaps as little over average build, the latter probably due to a rather close and faithful relationship with cheap alcohol. He had avoided all the shackles of higher education and found himself a less stagnant life in the world of work, where, on the whole, he flourished.

He appeared at times to have limitless energy and left his friends dumb-founded at some of his antics. At other times he could fully embrace his melancholic side and cause those around him to fret, some all the more anxiously since they were miles away and could see of him only what he chose to show them.

And yet for all his wild ways and worrying habits, his friends found that they could not abandon such a man as he. His personality was magnetic and, just like Watson to Holmes, his friends returned time and again, with anxiety and resignations, but with also a love which could not be shaken.

HannaH Crabtree
22/12/09

MDW Lewis

Laying down your thought foundations,
Building up your concrete heart.
Smelting your hardened veins,
With fires which have left their mark.

Soul Marks,
Burns and Scars,
But I can see you for what you are.

Houses, home is what you could be,
With petunias growing,
And daffodils under the apple tree.

The smell of food wafting by,
Like your laughter, likes your cries,
Tears at films, smiles at music

Playing from upstairs.
Laughter, happiness, tea, hot chocolate and good times
In the kitchen of your life,

Hugs, and sadness, with love and support,
In the dining room of your time.
Bathrooms will cleanse, and Bedrooms will please.

But only when this house is complete,
And then there’s curtains up, a few blinds.
And when you’ve put the doormat out,
You’ll invite us all home.

Sophie Constant
18/10/09

DAY 7

A Picture Of Yourself

This is a side (state) of me that is often seen. Drunken, dancing and having the time of my life. It doesn’t get any better than that. It’s no wonder I’m nicknamed Drunken Mike.

Til next time…