They Say Pain is So Close to Pleasure
Lunatic
The term comes from the behavurel changes caused by the full moon. A good friend of mine once told me that during a full moon they would put extra bouncers on the doors of his night club to handle the extra trouble that comes with a full moon.
My Point
This weekend gone was that of a full moon and these events went throughout: I’m not sure all that much happend on Friday night, certainly the events of the next two days have made me forget if anything did happen. Saturday morning we filmed the second and in my humble, worst of the the two short aplication video’s. RHD was ina faul mood, which did not help [Was that the moon I wonder?], I got back in time to watch the rugby, which is a game that i ralrley get excited about, and this was no ecception. I seam to remember enjoying Engalnd beeting Australia, but that my have been the bouncy girl in the red top under the TV screen more then the ’sport’. THis meant a drinking sesion from around 3pm - 3am. During which we buped into my ex. She was sat with some of my friends and some people I didn’t know. Next to her was a man that looked a bit like a ‘Sailor’, so for now we shall call him Sailor Jerry. I’ve not met the man, but he did not like me one jot. You know when your getting daggers from somebody, proper death-rays. It’s especialy not nice when they are a beef cake that you know in a frakar, would ultimatley damage you. The ex was either obliviouse or didn’t care. The other chap was a twat, he banged into me for or five times and he and the ex were very touchy feely in a very flirty way. Both the above made me very uncomfortable, and L sugested we leave. Which I saw as a great idea. So we did.
Sailor Jerry?
Well, this turns out to be a chap that over steped the line when I was seeing the ex, and he says I was giving him evels, a little dificult as I didn’t have a clue who he was. I’m sure I would have said something at the time if I did. It is a bonus for me that he looks like a sailor though. The other chap? Well turns out when he found out I was the ex’s, ex he sugesting flirting to make me jelouse, so the ex went along. Oh how a lougfed a cried when I found out. Oh hold on, thats right i didn’t. It just seams to me that might be one of the cruelest things anybody has ever done to me. It’s not like I’ve treid to get her back, or give her a hard time? It was a purley milciose act, and I’m deeply hurt by it. Sadly it looks like sailor Jerry wants to deeply hurt me at some time too. Best not to meet him on a full moon then…
Sunday
J&T kindley took Bella for a long walk on Sunday, she loves walking. I don’t think there is anything she loves more - hold on - yes there is - playing ball. Anyway, they decided to finish the walk off by getting across marsh park and having a quick bevy. When my tiny little dog was attacked by an out of control Great Dane, the owners were nowhere to be seen and it was only the Galent Tom who saved the day by throwing himselfe at the dog and hanging on around the neck. Other cercomstances and Bella would not be here, rather then having a really badley broused thigh. I spent the rest of sunday afternoon in dogy casualty and looking after her. Sandy from the Marsh sent her a bone, which helped. It also meant gettign the ex over to look after her whilst I went to the quiz, which after the night befor was a little dificult, but hopfully cleared the air.
Bad - Worse
I got to the city and there were 5-6 thick, load and rude BL types. THey shoutend offence at me when I got in, and were generaly out of control. I did my best to help the staff with the situation, and ended up getting the Landlord down. Unfortunatly that left me as a target, and if it was not for my friend Colin and Bazza, I would have got thumped. So my thanks goes out to them. My nerves shot, I would like to think I’m fairly brave but I was shaken, and did not want a fight, certainly not over fuck all, so I downed some beer, then some more, then some more. Unfortunatly I was not that good behinf the mike on sunday, I strugles to be coherent and was generally a bit down. Furtunetly some nice people put a drawing up on the bar in front of me, depicting me a super fat, which the caption ‘I’m the quiz master and I cant string a fucking centance together. They tore their name off the sheet [that was brave] a stuck it up secretly. I only found out as people were taking photo’s of it. As it happens, I don’t care, I’d had a very bad few days and was not on form. If it made them feel big about themselves then good. I’m just pleased it was not a couple of years ago when I was in a bad place. It would have knocked my confindence and I would have ended up in a very bad place.
People can be cruel
I just wish it was not those that were/are meant to care about you. Laters,
Chalkster