TurboBlog Part 4 : BawBags Dissociative Fugue
August 29, 2007 at 11:13 pm | In Bawbags Health | 1 CommentThats what I think happened to me … or at least something similar.
I had an episode of this in my early twenties also … One minute I was pissed of at my mothers Highland home – the next I knew I was coming out of an eight month bender in Blackpool. Even today my memory of what happened during that time is sketchy … I sometimes worry about it and all of a sudden I get a flashback which sends me reeling away from wanting to remember anything about it at all. In effect I became a different person. Freaky eh. Perhaps some form of hypnotic regression will reveal some awful truth about myself and forever be haunted by my actions. The stuff of nightmares eh. Cold sweats and eternal regrets. Bawbags is caught up in his own wee Kafka novel at times.
Anyhow…
These things I am sure of … It was the highways and byways for me. I remember toying with the idea of bunking up at my brothers in Glasgow for a while. I threw that notion out of the window quickly when approaching Glasgow on the M8. Him and his wife have just had their second baby …they had their first one 3 and a half years ago. I had still yet to visit them. In fact I hadnt seen him in eight years bar for one family funeral. My Brother, His Wife and my two Nephews … All strangers tae me. The longer time passes the more difficult things become. And how would it look, BawBags turning up at those strangers hoose with all his worldly possesions in tow … the phrase fuckin brass neck would apply. Nah, it wasnt for me. I bypassed Glasgow & continued my merry way south over the border.
Time passed but it was measured in miles per gallon not seconds, minute or hours. I remember often thinking “Ahve no been there!” on seeing a road sign directing me to a town … and I would just follow it. If I had kept a list I wouldve been feverishly adding to it it like some trainspotter. But I wasnt that together and I didnae have a kagool either. I wasnae well if the truth be told. I slept in the car mostly. Blackpool was visited and I remember driving along the Golden Mile and feeling sick to the stomach. I slept in the massive sand dunes at Lytham St Annes for three nights in a row. There I was approached by a man in his 50s and he may have propositioned for some kind of sex … I may have murdered him … or just ran back to the safety of my car. I think the latter is more likely but the former more desirous.
At some stage I bought a TomTom in a service station on the M6. On the way out of the shop I felt a huge wave of tiredness wash over me and sat on one of those massaging chairs that you put money in the slot and it soothingly vibrates your worries away, allegedly. I didnt care what anyone thought – it was very early in the morning and hardly anyone was about. I fell asleep instantly. I awoke with a jolt after an indeterminable amount of time to discover I had wet myself. Oh Fuck. I bolted and sped away a la The Professionals. It was 50 miles down the motorway when I remembered about the TomTom. I had left it in the bag beside the seat. Dear oh dear … I wrote it off with a mental note not to try and piss myself again. It does nothing for ones dignity.
Manchester, Sheffield, Lincoln, Skegness.
I caught site of a weird looking bloke in a shop window … it was me and I almost yelped with horror … fuck me I was hairy!
Other places were visited and my cars back seat began to sag with all the sleeping mass it was accomodating. On the M25 one sunny afternoon I realised I was gravitating towards London. Fuck that. I eat an unbelievably large all day breakfast in either Reading or Staines which sustained me for almost two days as I meandered west. I washed up in Weymouth where my Halifax Cash Card refused to allow me to withdraw 50pounds, then 40, then 30 but gave in at 20. Shite. So that was that account dried up. I sat under the clock tower on the front and had an ice cream and considered my options. Almost a month had past since waving goodbye to Mr Patel. Ach well … that was mad, was all I could think.
So there you go … One month, a nervous episode, illicit propositions and pissing myself in public … all in 444 words – Beat that, Jack Kerouac.
TurboBlog Part 3
August 27, 2007 at 7:21 pm | In Uncategorized | 4 CommentsAh needed tae get away.
I had no form of transport though and hadnt driven in two years.
I phoned a local used car dealer that I knew … I had catered for his sons wedding and his 60th birthday celebration at cost price a couple of years ago … he always said that if I ever wanted a motor he wouldnae rip me off and a good solid deal would be done.
Within two days ah had a tidy wee Peugot 206 added to ma list of posessions – 4 Grand it was – Nice.
Ah gave masel a day to pack and a day to say ma goodbyes.
It was sad to see the back of Heartbreak Hotels owner and residents … they had accepted me to their bosom in my time of need, my fall from grace.
I paid Patel the rest of the months rent in lieu of giving notice of me leaving. There was a tear in his eye. No Joke. Ah felt kinda weepy masel.
Ah knocked on the Jakeys door and there he was, true as ever, steamboats on a Wednesday afternoon. “Away up that stairs mate and treat yersel tae whatevers left” … and there was a lot – furniture, white goods, soft furnishings, food etc that there was no point in me weighing masel down with. You shoulda seen his face – Christmas in April eh? That flat of his must be the talk of the Jakeys Guild at the moment. Good Luck tae the old boy!!!
The Pot Dealing Distillery Worker wasnae in … visiting his missus in Dundee by all accounts. Ah slipped a wee note under his door – “Thats me off mate … Ahll write ye soon … Aw the best”.
As for the new couple who had moved in below me … they didnae get any farewells … they had kept me awake with their constant happy hardcore for days by then.
I will miss those people and they have been the source of much to me … exactly what I am not yet sure … but I may get my shit together and set it all down in words someday – A Sitcom? A Drama? … or just some tubes mindless ramblings.
Whatever … The Culture Show can wait for the moment.
So that was me … 30 years of age, and all my valued posessions could fit quite comfortably into the back of a dark green Peugeout 206 … where did ah go wrong eh?
Ach, It wasnae that bad …
Greens always been ma favourite colour.
TurboBlog Part 2
August 27, 2007 at 6:50 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentI drank for a few more days and kept masel strictly tae masel.
Ah wis stumped … no two ways aboot it.
And then something changed.
Ah wis roused by the shuffle selection of my iPod.
It decided to select “Digital” by Joy Division … Glib as that may sound … but it got me going again.
“Feel it closin in … day in day out”.
Ah was havin a wee jig around the breakfast bar and feeling some kinda resolve rising in me.
It was time for BawBags tae move on.
Again.
I wasnt sure how at the time but the decision was made in that very moment.
Funny that eh? … the cathartic power of music … but thats how it was.
Ahll be on The Culture Show next …
Ho Hum
TurboBlog Part 1
August 27, 2007 at 6:39 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentI got back from France and almost immediately phned my prospective Bossman to tell him that I wasnt interested in being in his employ.
Nae chance … my life would be up the swanney for years to come.
So that was me unemployed.
Poor BawBags.
I visited ma Polish girlfriend for a few days in Aberdeen. She almost fainted when she seen ma hand. I went to the hospital and had an x-ray done – the bones looked like crazy paving. I wouldve been signed off work for at least a month anyway … so that was kind of fortuitous.
I enjoyed her company greatly and told her upon leaving that the next few weeks were gonna be a bit awry for me on account of having no fucking clue as to my next step … I would be in touch as soon as I saw the light at the end of it … I think she thought it was over … good soul that she is.
I returned to the confines of BawBag Towers and drank solidly for a week.
Ho Hum.
I was slipping back to what I had been a few years ago and it was making a nasty wee dent in my new found bank balance.
I went up the High Street one day and bumped into an acquaintance – “See your ex is gettin married soon – ah wis speakin tae her in the pub last night”.
All of a sudden ma world seemed to shrink tae nothing.
Ah went back tae ma flat and had a wee cry tae masel.
Life eh?
Skiving/Wagging/Dogging it …
August 27, 2007 at 6:17 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
That is what I have been up to the day.
Ma job has been hitting me very hard lately so fuck it – I took the day off. I had a dickie stomach right enough but then again I have seen me going to work suffering from three broken ribs in the past – so its no like me at all.
I think I have reached some kindae critical mass within masel … so I have taken this bank holiday monday off just tae get ma heid the gether.
And while sitting in a darkened room doing this very thing I thought about ma blog. Do I have some kinda bloggers block? No! Its just that I need tae recount all the stuff that has happened tae me over the last few months before I can start writing what is happening to me the noo … and thats what Im finding a bit of a grind.
I had it all planned out too cause they were very eventful months.
BUT
I gotta put it aside and start blogging about the present.
SO

Im gonna Turbo Blog tae fill in all the gaps …
Excuse the lack of detail.
Onwards…
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