The Ghosts of Christmas Past …
December 25, 2007 at 2:42 pm | In BawBag Towers, Hate, Neighbours, Work | Leave a CommentWell I arrived safe and sound at ma mothers hoose at 3.30am on Xmas morning …
The M6 & M5 & M74 were fine all the way up but as soon as I hit the A9 to take me through the Highlands the fog descended and it was SPOOKY & DANGEROUS!!!
I only passed about 10 cars the whole way up…
I was caught short near the Drumochter Pass and had to stop the car in a lay-by to relieve my bladder in the pitch dark.
It was the first time I had ever done that kinda thing – well thats a wee bit of a lie.
I had taken a pee outdoors before but not like that – there was nothing to do it against so to speak.
No tree, No wall or No bush.
No vanity screen if you get ma drift.
Just poor wee Bawbags and a strip of tarmac amongst the mountains in the back of beyond.
I had visions of one ay they guys fae John Carpenters “The Fog” just appearing in front of me …
… and gutting me in an instant.
It was the quickest pish I ever had.
No long after that the ghosts started tae haunt me … its amazing what a roadsign can do tae yer state of mind.
I was only 42 miles away from Bawbag Towers – My Ex Domicile.
I was only 42 miles away from my fellow partners in low living – Patel, The Jakey & the Drug Dealing Distillery Worker.
A wave of nostalgia washed over me and I was beaming – grinning like a loon in fact.
Fuck Me I LOVED those guys.
But then almost immediately I realised that I was only 42 miles from all the other shite – The newly married ex, The 4 years of graft and various other items of keech and tollie.
I resisted the temptation of a quick drive around memory lane and battled on tae ma mothers another 100 miles up the road.
Sometimes you have tae just let go of things.
Its hard tae find the strength tae do that.
But I now know I have found it.
Forever Onwards.
So …
October 27, 2007 at 7:43 pm | In BawBag Towers, Bawbags Health, Hate, Work | 2 CommentsTo finish off the TurboBlog below – I ended up in South Devon working in … wait for it …Yip!!! you guessed it!!! … Kitchens.
Im fucked now – the die has been cast – Im 31 soon, been in this caper for 15 odd years now – and Im stuck in it – like a revolving door. Im always trying to step out but never finding the gap.
Those hopes and dreams of being able to withdraw comfortably into my own wee ivory tower by the time Im 40 have slipped away.
Ach … id only get bored – what would ah do all day?
Watch the telly … sleep … watch a bit more telly … moan and then maybe take pot shots at unsuspecting neds with an air rifle from the bedroom balcony?
Ok I wouldnt be bored cause that would be ace!!!
Ahm dying for a bit of me time though!
Its been a mad few months down here in Devon and ma bones are aching from it all – SERIOUSLY!!!
At the moment ahm kinda hoping its psychological … like a physical manifestation of the mental weariness ahm feeling inside … or maybe its just nothing eh?
Mibbe its Bone Cancer … Ho Hum.
Since I started this blog I have became an athiest … something else has happend of late of utmost importance.
I have lost faith in humanity … the whole shebang, kit and kaboodle, in its entirety.
So there you go Bawbags is an Athiest who hates Humanity.
What can he hold onto now?
What purpose can he have?
What Destiny???
Ahm no that sure at the moment cause ah jus cannae stop playing TetrisSplash on the xbox360 Live Arcade.
Its pure magic.
Might be the pot tho.
Pot & Tetris.
Pot & FUCKING Tetris …
I gotta blog more or who knows whatll happen next …
Crack & Pac Man???
Shit!!! … I be Back Soon!
Heartbreak Hotel has new tenants!!!
February 20, 2007 at 12:51 am | In BawBag Towers | Leave a Comment
Aye, a couple!
They’ve moved into one of the jakeys flats on the first floor.
Its no the jakey ahve become pally with though … good old soul that he is.
Its one of the ones that I met on my first weekend here … quiet guy he was … no idea where he is now … in care probably.
Anyway, they arrived this morning and Ive no idea who or what they are. Ahm pretty sure they must be desperate though.
House prices must be sky high to make it advantageous for them to even consider living in this fleapit!
Takes all sorts I suppose.
It took Bawbags after all!
It was the landlord Mr Patel who told me they were coming. I would of gleamed more information from him but ah was in a rush on account of me being busting at the time.
I gotta stop holding it in for so long … does you no good in the long run apparently.
Ive also been invited round to Mr Patels house on Saturday for a family dinner too … how nice is that!
“You can show off your new lady friend to us all Harry! … we are all very keen to meet her”
Im kinda nervous … weird eh.
Ach, it’ll be a hoot! … They’re party animals!
Be a nice change for me … a civil Saturday … I may even put ma suit on!
As for the new tenants, I may do the auld bowl of sugar stunt and have a wee nose.
Its nice tae be nice after all!
Watch this space!
Whit a Boorach! …
February 9, 2007 at 10:03 pm | In BawBag Towers | 8 Comments
… or for all you non-Scots …
What a mess!
Tonight I am busy having a wee clean up of BawBag Towers pending its first overnight guest the morrow.
I want it to at least look halfway decent for her.
If she had walked in earlier this evening I think she she would have walked straight back out again!
Im normally a very neat and tidy person but over the last couple of weeks Ive just no been bothered … after a long day in the kitchen I just cannae be arsed doin housework.
“Ye treat this place like a bloody hotel, always expectin me to clean up after yer arse” is what ma mother always use to shout at me at home.
Well now that I am a tenant of Heartbreak Hotel that kinda flippancy towards my living space just wont do … Oh no … not now … not now seeing as I have a very attractive female boarding here tomorrow!
So ahve been running around like the Tasmanian Devil with a shammy in one hand and a bottle of Mr Muscle in the other.
The place looks great now … well as great as it can.
I just have to make sure she sits on the right hand side of the wee sofa as the left is aw saggy and knackered. And ah need to make sure she understands that ahm actually in the process of redecorating the hall and bathroom – thats why theres a bare bulb with no light fittings in both. And on no account can she open the curtains and look out the back window – the sill has rather alarming messages etched deep into its wood … I think the previous tenant used it as a doodlepad in the more desperate hours – when all he had to hand was a sharp kitchen knife.
I think I can manage all of that.
Well put it this way -
My landlord Mr Patel did when he showed me round the first time.
Nae Bother
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