Monday, July 28, 2008

Another day another Pier fire


Standing on the sands of Margate - watching plumes of black smoke filling the sky above the pier - I wandered whether we hadn't seen quite enough pier fires for a lifetime. This was our third, no forth because we saw both the Brighton West Pier fires, I mean we live by the coast and everything but, well, this can't be normal - can it?

Lucinda stood on the shore next to me, our little day trip to cheer my up, gone up in well... smoke. She wanted to takes up Mackeral fishing, had even made us a couple of pirate hats and a bottle of rum to make it all that little bit more jolly... frankly it sound extremely ominous to me and I was right.

The fire burnt and a small crowd gathered on the sands with us, surprisingly few considering that local pier was burning down - a lot of people seemed to be just bustling by - too busy to pause and take it in.

The only person I remember from the day was an unshaven and unwashed man with a long rain coat, with electrical flex spilling out of it pockets, he had greasy hair flicked across his forehead and a red drinkers nose.

He stumbled up to us... looked me up an down in a manner the sent the hackles rising on the back of my neck, and then stabbed a finger into my chest;

"You're wasting your time"

And that was it... he left...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

My Black Eye


Yes that is my eye - and that is blood in it... I'm lucky I can see.

Looks cool though doesn't it? Though I'm not going out for anyone to see it... not after what happened yesterday.

I went to see the Shreddie swap incident in Ditchling you see. I was in the van and kind of took a detour and parked outside the village hall eating sandwiches and watching across the road. It was raining and I sat in the front and ate my floppy sandwiches and watched as the windows steemed up.

I was there for what 20-minutes - nothing happening - and then there's a knocking on the car window and ajump and spill my sarney and wind the window open a bit. There's this builder outside, big bloke, chubby, wearing a hard hat and an orange jacket - and I look at him and he says something to me... and it sounds kind of Polish or something... and I'm like "what?"... he just stares at me so I wind the window down some more and a great fist busts into my face.

I'm telling you he just hits me and then walks off.

And I just freak - well I fall over and then freak - holding my face and giving a bit of a wail because I'm not really cut out for this - this being punched in the face business - it doesn't really suit me.

I get out the car and he's gone. It's raining, I'm standing there, confused, looking around... a woman walks past with a dog... she looks at me.

I get in the car and go home.

I thought Lucinda would be all over me w but she just took it in her stride. Gets all mumsy over me, bathing my eye, taking the picture - the one above, but she tells me not to bother with the police.

She asked me what I was doing in ditchling, hanging around in the rain... I told her garden supplies... she gave me a look that said "uh-huh I hear you" and left it at that...

I can't really explain can I?

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Russell and I did a job in Ditchling...

.. and we went to the Bull int he centre of... and afterwards I went to look at the little village hall across the road - across from the pub... Lucinda has a thing for jumble sales... she can fly into a mound of mouldie grany cramp and pull out an item of vintage gold.

It's her knack.

I usually come away from more Phillip K Dick novels... and once a cool pinstripe gangster suit that turned out to have a dark yellow stain on the inside lining... around the crotch.

Anyway - I'm looking ofr sign for the annual 4x4 driving rich bitch yummy mummy car clear out jumble festival - when the wealthy discard their unneeded possesions to we mere poor type - and I saw this... and I got my camera phone and took this picture...

And I have to say... I really don't understand what 'Shreddies' are.. if they are slang for something... but I got spooked...

Russell just thought it was funny... but then so are most things to him... he doesn't really do deep... or spooked... or anything much other than munted.

Friday, July 11, 2008

A little discovery...

... okay I guess after my outburst about Josh that I can be sure that no one I know is reading this... well at least if they are they aren't telling me jack because... well because no one has got back to me over anything.

So I can write about what happened this morning.

I found something.

Something very personal to Lucinda, very important and in the strangest of places.

A couple of years back I found out that she had a secret sister - actualy I'm really not sure I should be doing this - but no one else seems to pay attention to me these days - I've faded to far in the background it sometimes feel - and no one is reading...

And just now it feels good.

Anyway - I heard her talking to Josh about her, this estranged sister, it sounded like they were separated when they were kids and Lucinda says she has a picture of her and it was this big secret... I never let her know I overheard them... sometimes its goodto know these things - to -well have these things and not let on.

So anyway this mornign I'm laying out my breakfast and I notice that Lucinda has bought a new packet of Shreddies and they've got Magic Roundabout figurines in them - and this of course makes me think of Dougal - the Dougal I found in the wall in Kemp town.

So I dig - wanting to see if I can start collecting the set - the packet is already open but I don't pull out a toy... my hand slides in I feel apiece of glossy card anad I pull out a picture - of two girls - one blonde haired and the other dark haired - its not a whole picture its slike a slither - they are sitting together and holding hands and they look pretty comforatable and they look a little alike (though its hard to tell because you can only see half their faces) - and I recognise the blonde girl.

Its Lucinda...

And I don't know who the dark girl is but I can guess.

And I look at the picture - which is pretty curled up and battered and I slide it back into the packet.

And I'm pretty puzzled.

And the next day it is gone...

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

barney gets wood

barney collected his rotten wood today...

Turns up in some crappy reliant with a goofy looking character driving it...

"I'm building a barn" the big my says - scoops his shit up from our hallway and leaves without a single gesture of thanks...

I'm getting bitter.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Josh and his little secrets

Okay take a look at the clock and I guess you can see that I shouldn't really be up writing this... this is what is dangerous about the internet... about these blogging things... I really didn't want to find myself doing this.

But I jsut left a Lucinda at Russell's house... Josh was there playing the lord high and might for one of his all night sessions... that'll go on until god only knows when... ad al they are going to to do is rack up and talk shite... endlessly... and we have to listen to Josh... he has to hold sway... bcause he's the one who has.

You know that.

That's the only reason why we put up with his bull... because he's the one who is holding.

And sometimes he doesn't even have the decency to look me in the eye. Especially of late... since he's been on one of his benders... he can't even be aresed to look at me.... blah blah blah himself blah blah blah himself...

And Lucinda put up with it... she's just acts like he's all normal and we should love him for all this crap... and you know what... I'd just like to tell him one day. Tell him what we really think of him.

But I guess this isn't quite the time to do that...

Where's the delete...

Sd it bed...