Today I drove to all the way over to my parents followed by a trip to my brother and sister-in-law to see the kids. I managed to get all the way back home. Nothing went wrong! I only drove round to a local restaurant to have some dinner. It should taken just a minute or two to get home after that.
So as I hit a major roundabout where I live my gearstick went to jelly and I stopped moving! My car was in the middle lane and traffic all around me! I put on the hazard lights got out looked at the vichele and hoped no one would hit it. It was snowing and I was getting cold as I called the police watching people avoid my car and nearly hitting each other. They took 20 min to turn up, but when they did it was towed to a safer road! I had to wait another 30 to 40 min for the AA to turn up. I finally got the car back home feeling cold and ill.
I am so glad that no one hit me, I swear at least nearly 1000 cars, vans, big rigs, buses and one salt mixer didn’t leave a scratch.
I was with my dad just having a walk along the coast (Marbella) in Spain to a bar we like to have a snack at. When almost there I got accosted by this woman trying to shove a small flower down my t-shirt. Another woman tried to block my path while asking for money.
I said no and handed the flower back, she then tried to put it in my pocket while grabbing my wallet at the same time.
I push her away and gave her a slap saying no again. She didn’t take anything off of me, but even still this little event really annoyed me.
She is lucky I was fairly calm at the time otherwise if she tried it on me if I was in a different frame of mind it might of ended badly for her.
Least I ate my lunch in peace.
I am not sure how old I was but one of my earliest memories of any film in the cinema was Star Wars Return of the Jedi. My Uncle Harold took myself with my two older brothers.
I am not sure how much influence it had on my at that age but the film captivated me and I fell in love with everything Star Wars. As well as having the A-Team bed covers I also had Star Wars ones. Then there was the toys. We had an X-Wing, Luke, storm troopers a few others but I never had Leia.
It was a few years later when I had more affections for Leia, a man coming of age!! My heart always felt that little bit lighter.
When I heard the news yesterday that Carrie Fisher had died and the fact that another hero of mine, George Michael passed earlier it feels like a piece of my heart had been ripped out. 2016 Sucks!
The iconic 1980s pop, rock and SciFi. These are the foundations I grew up on and it has partly slipped away. However there are plenty of greats to remember and Carrie Fisher’s Leia will alway have a place in my heart.
She will live on in all who remember her and for all who knew her.
So my bin went for a walk last night, I spoke to one neighbour and he didn’t know then a young kid said their bins disappeared also, it turns out my bin was where his ones should be. The kid told me the other kids were moving peoples bins around for a joke.
My first thought was one of annoyance, but when I think about it, the kids were not very inventive.
When I was that age we would decorate people’s front drives! These days I guess the corrupted young have no real imagination. I am truly disappointed with their joke.
I can only hope for something more inventive on Hallows Eve.
Every so often I send people different greeting messages, the so called friends. Is it not polite to reply to a correspondance? I often wonder why I bother trying to be friendly at all. It’s hard for me to get off the ground, those mental blockers, the self restraint.
Traits we all have and yet the politeness of conversation, I don’t want to be spiteful or hurtful to anyone, but the steel cold silence is just as offensive to me as someone telling me to fuck off.
Is waiting a day for a reply too long, but no reply in a month? Did I send to the right person? Number correct, check, email correct, check. Social media name, correct.
I am helpless to understand why a simple hello will not suffice. As the sun sets this evening I wonder did I do something wrong? Am I wrong? What went wrong. The distance between friendship grows like continental drift. Soon friendship will be the endless oceon, lost at sea currents taking you in different directions. Maybe one day an old friend might wash up on my shoreline.
The Sunday Time have made Winkleman a columnist for their style section. Have they gone mad? If anyone has watched any episodes of Strickly Come Dancing and seen the way she dresses you will see she has no style what-so-ever. Wearing dresses that don’t suit her, that give her a funny shape, or the dresses just look hideous.
In her very first published column she sounds aggressive and annoyed with anyone wearing flats that show your toes. I am afraid she just won’t offer any insight or interest in real fashion.