Royston J Noblett
Heartbroken at the death of my beloved father in law Roy , who passed away after a long and cruel soul destroying illness. Your free of pain and suffering now and its time to Fly among the heavens and find answers to questions no mortal man can ever know.
Rest easy Roy until we meet again.
Challenge
Right then , the wife is in the kitchen cooking a beautiful authentic chicken curry (wish you could smell it!) and the kids are busy or otherwise engaged. So I have challenged myself to watch the WHOLE of Eurovision 2017.
I know what your thinking , Gez – get a life , sad git – but I’ve been busy all week and am now going to chill on the sofa , cold beer in hand and watch the show.
Plus the show reminds me of a younger age when life was less cluttered , more complete and I could enjoy the simple things in life and have no worries – nobody said life would be easy.
Wish me luck!
Is it wrong that I sat transfixed on the edge of my seat ( Steve messed up ) watching the final of Masterchef 2017 – whilst eating a dirty (Large) doner kebab & drinking a cold beer?
The funny thing is until about 2 – 3 weeks ago I avoided kebabs of any description and even the smell of them made me feel like gagging. I don’t recall where or when this dislike of the humble kebab originated , but as a youth after a hard nights/weekend drinking the best and only thing to fill a hungry was a kebab – at least in the circles I moved in.
Somewhere on my journey through life I give-up on kebab’s and haven’t had one in about 10 – 15 years. Anyways A few weeks ago I got a random , mad craving for a kebab and had to have one and it was the best tasting , mouth watering takeaway meal I have ever eaten. It was that good that I ordered the same for the past few weeks in a row. Saves cooking & washing up – I assure the wife!
When I first moved to London at 18 , me and my mates would often party all night long (sometimes for days on end) and when hungry finally called us we use to go to this Kebab shop in Piccadilly.
The old guy there used proper bits of lamb meat on the skew and these were the best kebabs I have ever eaten until this day. I’m going back 25 years here – long before kebabs where a takeaway favourite and pizza were king.
Anyways I’m waffling now , but I really enjoyed that kebab ( stop talking about kebabs) and am going to bed because my heads starting to spin – How did that happen?
It was a cracking final tonight and I knew one of the ladies would win – either Saliha or Giovanna – poor Steve had a terrible day at the office – after so many good rounds. But such is life
Well Done Saliha – You earned it
Saliha Mahmood- Ahmed
Well Son’s week long Birthday celebrations comes to a close today with a visit to the local Park and the visiting Circus.
I did a quick check online and came across this short clip of “A” Canadian Circus & if these are the right guys it might just be fun –
– providing I can shake off this niggling little hang-over that is following me around this morning. Grrrrrrr –
Laters………………
Friday
03/02/2017
04:21:12
Sleep sleep sleep , oh what I would give for a good night’s sleep.
It’s almost four thirty in the morning and I am sat here wide awake and not the slightest bit tired. Although I am extremely tired of my shit life and the total lack of substance and satisfaction I am enjoying at the mo.
So I thought I would say hello and mess about on my computer for a while and seeing that the wife’s bingo was running in the background I thought I would play some games and as luck would have it I’ve just won £65.00 quid, although as its in her account I’ll not be seeing any of it and no doubt won’t even get a thank you.
Well she is pissed off – I’ve kept her awake most of the night.
I know what you’re thinking bingo? But I hate horse racing and anyways I couldn’t pick a winner if it was a one horse race.
I kid you not, but last Grand National (and the five before that) I placed about 10 bets on ten different horses, all each way and you know what? I didn’t win a penny, zilch!
I must be the only Irish man on the planet who doesn’t have a natural affinity with horses and an in depth knowledge of the in’s and out’s of each and every horse that was ever born and run a race and I’m not on first named terms with the local bookie, who considers all Irish men as his best friends – until the money runs dry.
My sleeps been all over the place for the past few weeks now and it’s getting me down. I stopped smoking on the 1st Jan (after thirty years of between 30 – 40 a day) and I’m using those Nicorette inhalators and apparently they can affect your sleep pattern and also giving up smoking can also play havoc with your natural equilibrium – according to the INTERNET!
But also I have many things going on at the minute that are stressing me out and to be honest my heads all over the place and I think I may be suffering from mild depression , brought on by a multitude of things that only I can change and/or deal with , but I just can’t seem to get to grip with it and burying my head in the sands has unsurprisingly achieved nothing thus far.
I know I need to face my shit head on and nothings gonna change until I man up and sort my life out once and for all. You may be wondering what the hell is going on with him? What’s so bad? And to be honest my tiny problems are so insignificant when I look around me and see what others are going through and the terrible suffering around the world and yet in my world the little things seem to be almost paralysing my ability to function properly and move forward…….
Ok, this train of thought is not making me feel any better , so I’m gonna try and sneak into bed ( without waking the wife) and get some sleep. Next time I write I’ll maybe go into more details about what’s making me so blue and I’m sorry for being so miserable and down , but I’m having an off day and we have those from time to time.
I promise tomorrow I’ll pick myself up .
Because as the saying goes “ Tomorrow is another day”
Nite nite
Bombs and Bullets.
The Pacifist Loyalist
Belfast Child Autobiography – Coming UP
Well now that I’ve covered dad’s death I am now ready to move on to the next stage of my life, which was predictable full of woes and misery. But its not all bad and there were many happy time, especially when I discovered drugs and girls and lost myself completely in both.
But before I got there I had many more miles to travel on the winding road of my “Wonderful ” life.
After dad’s death I wanted to be left alone to grieve and try and find the will to continue and find something positive to look forward to in the future. But as usual fate took a malevolent interest in my destiny and continued to abuse me.
I tried to adapt to the many changes after dad’s death, from moving among dad’s relatives and questioning my faith in God. And I began to think more and more of Mum and even suspecting that she might not be dead after all.
Belfast Child
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We’ll a Sad diversion from the boredom of everyday life – Our little tortoise shell cat Henrietta , otherwise known as “Squeaky” has passed away and gone to cat heaven. She has been ill for sometime and the wife brought her to the vet and returned with an empty cat box and a broken heart.
I feel so sad and upset that I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to her and have been weeping into my cornflakes as I try to come to terms with this new tragedy in my life. My eyes keep drifting to the little chair by my desk, where little Henri would sit all day and silently watch me in wonder and keep me company through the long nights of insomnia .
Holly the older cat ( she’s almost 160 in cat years and we always thought she would go first). doesn’t seem that concerned at the mo, she just keeps screaming to be feed and is happy as a pig as she scuff’s down her gourmet food. I wonder when she will realise that little Henri won’t ever be coming home again – will she missed her companion of almost 20 human years? That said she use to make little Henri’s life a nightmare, bullying her and stealing her food. We shall see.
Rest in peace Henri!
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