It's my life…
I went to the Lower Gillingham Conservative club this afternoon to meet Les for a drink on my rest day, and to pay my subs for the next year.
It doesn’t feel like the same atmosphere as there was at the Royal British Legion club at all, despite some ex-RBL members drinking in there. It just doesn’t feel the same. It doesn’t feel like somewhere I can go to socialise. Just to drink. Continue reading “Not So Social”
From UrbanDictionary.com Goosed is old school slang for fucked, coming from the rhyming slang Goose and Duck. Continue reading “Word of the Week: Goosed”
This happened a few months back when I was working at Greenhithe on a late shift. Continue reading “What comes up and goes down must come up again”
So this Tuesday just gone was actually a year since my Dad was found passed away in his bed. We (my sister Vicky and I) believe he’d been there for the best part of a week (since the night of Tuesday 10th January, which was the same day that I last saw & spoke to him) but the accommodation trust with which he stayed, basically lied through their teeth to us and to the police saying that he collected his weekly provisions (bread, milk, sugar, etc) on Friday 13th January, and also stated that staff saw him out and about on the Saturday too. Continue reading “It feels like only yesterday”