[29] I Can’t Quit You Baby May 27th, 2005 – 7:12pm Posted in Events, Thoughts No comments

Just like Christopher, I’m finally having to concede that if I want to take care of the things I have in my life, I can’t go on writing about them on here. This is a shame because I enjoy writing honestly about what happens to me – I know a lot of people read it and every so often get that kick out of reading something which you totally empathise with. But while I could get away with it in years past when my honesty was only to my own detriment, now it can have an effect on other things that matter to me and at the end of the day they take precedence. I’ve found I don’t have the skill to write in the shades that life happens in – things have been coming out either black or white, painting a false picture, and that has to stop. …read more.

[32] Preston bus station May 21st, 2005 – 9:50pm Posted in Bad Things No comments

In the early 18th century a writer said Preston was: “A pretty town with an abundance of gentry in it.”

A hell of a lot changes in three hundred years.

I originally wrote a quite lengthy and lucid entry here, detailing the many crimes against mankind Preston bus station should be hung, drawn and quartered for. However, it fell into that trap when criticising the scum of this Earth, of negative namedropping – I recall a reference to shopping trolleys packed high with Farmfoods bags, and something about brown veneered cafe tables. Picking on the names distracts from the focus of the point by hinting at snobbishness, when this really isn’t true and the writer is just failing himself by resorting to examples to make his point.

So, no more namedrops. Farmfoods is a decent enough shop, anyway. I used to go there quite a bit when I lived in Preston, although …read more.

[155] Nelly can fuck off on my birthday May 10th, 2005 – 3:06pm Posted in Events No comments

I’ve been taking the alcohol abuse to exciting new heights recently and this is beginning to tell, through days like today when my mind feels like a cobbled street and my stomach is shocked to see solids. As the Camel song goes, one of these days I’ll get an early night, but I’ve been waiting for that day for a long time now.

Things are good, though. These next few months are going to fly by and before I know it I’ll be over in Manchester, beginning the next chapter of my somewhat fragmented life. A few months in Scarborough, then working in Accrington, over to Preston, back to Blackburn, and now on to Manchester – it’s been a funny few years. I’m happy it’s been this way though. I want to move about while I’m still this side of thirty and before my urge to have children becomes so strong …read more.