I love the church

I am up and about early today, big day for me, lots and lots to do. Me around London on my little pop pop scooter, I love it.
You can’t beat London as a city, I haven’t been to as many major cities in the world as I would have liked to by now in my life, but it would be hard to beat this place, and it has everything. Still think the best place I have ever lived was my time in Camberwell, down the Walworth rd.
For anyone that has ever been down the Walworth Rd, like me, it is a hole, packed to the brim of what I like to call....’mongs’. Perhaps I am a ‘mong ‘for fitting in so well and love it. It just seemed to have around me such a mixture of friendly people and no trouble at all. I think I was there for three years, I may be wrong and it is only two but I never saw any trouble at all, I then moved to North Cheam when I bought my first flat and say more trouble in the first six months than I care to remember. I am not saying that Camberwell was trouble free, far from it; I regularly use to leave my house, turn into Walworth rd and be stopped by police tape, indicating to the public that during the night another fool decided to end somebody’s life with a gun. It never once scared me though, I find that strange, I am not sure why but I use that as a reason why I felt so secure in that area.
The flat I lived in was a lovely little housing association place given to me by an organisation called the ‘Church commissioners’. I have never felt so indebted to an organisation or person(other than my mama!) for helping me in my life, I will never understate what giving me that flat done for me, it gave me a responsibility and direction in life and it was something that I never had or strived to have before.
It is ironic that I am indebted to a church organisation yet I am such a staunch atheist and go against pretty much everything they do (all churches).

Just call me Jack.

The resemblance is beginning to seem uncanny apparantly, even I notice it. I am becoming very much the image of Jack Dee.
For a start, let me just point out that I like to think that I can be even grumpier than Jack Dee, and as people that are close to me will point out, I enjoy being miserable.
I am the happiest I have ever been but I feel that moaning and whining is never to far away from me and I won't hold back. Of course, it is well justified, I cannot stand stupidness and incompetance, that would be a regular cause for me to start off on one. I tend to come across these to reasons for moaning very often in the job I do, there are some very stupid and incompetant people occupying very influencial positions in my job. Many times, myself and workmates have been baffled and even reduced to hysterics at what can go on in our every day work.
I could be here for a long tme writing down things so seeing as I now have found myself with more time to blog, I am going to try to whinge on here more often!

Isabella Kermit Keeble

Isabella reminds me of a frog, well....frogs legs, you see, she is at an amazing stage at the moment she is trying to crawl. So desperate is she to crawl, you can see it in her face. She just lays on her back now on the floor holding her legs and making so many sounds its like call of the wild. She is trying to roll over and a very few times she is succeeding. When she does succeed it is hilarious as her arm; or what me and Natasha like to call; her 'gammy' arm! keeps getting caught under her body. She doesn't know what to do and it is giving me and Natasha lots of enjoyment, in a fun to be cruel kinda way! I like helping her along by pulling her gammy arm from underneath her body but then she just lays there resting on her arms with her legs shuffling. Unfortunately for her, she goes nowhere, so just decides to roll onto her back and continue holding her legs for ages and watching the TV. Thats when I was sitting there and realised she resembled a frog.........

She is 6 months now....I found myself shedding a tear today whilst waiting at some traffic lights. Just merely thinking about the day she was born. It really was the best day of my life, it sounds so corny and I hate corny, but it is an experiance like no other. Jim and Danielle are three days overdue for the birth of their baby and I can't wait for it to come myself. He will make a great dad, I have seen him wth Isabella Blue, I am so excited for him.

It is new years day...Not the morning of new years day at 11 o'clock and I have just surfaced, no;It is 12.25am and I have just watched the new year in at home while consuming a glass of wine or two.
I love watching all Jools Holland's shows, 'Hootonay' as it is called on New years eve is worth staying in for.
I have never been big on New years eve anyway, as a kid it was always mediocre and meant i just sat next my papa and saw it in. Mama was always in bed by the time the bells chimed, she hasn't changed since then and still goes to bed not long after dinner! She makes me laugh lots.
They got better as I went through my 'raving days' but if truth be told, I hated raving and everything that came with it. The thought of getting in at 8am in the morning and not particularly being 'with it', feels me with dread and makes me feel a little sick just thinking about it! Lot's of the 'old' lot will still be out nowadays. I just don't get it; It really wasn't for me.

God Bless that boy Jesus or heysus or whatever it is

Very nearly the best time of year is upon us, I love these holidays, probably the only time I love that religion has a place in society as we get time to see family and people have days off so we can all eat there food on the day of the lord!
It is our time this year.....10 people for dinner, I won't be able to cope, Luckily I have Natasha.........

My cough is still here, bastard thing it is. A little tired but I am on the mend. I overdosed on Paracetemol yesterday! I kid ye not.....That is another story altogether....I am off to shop for the food now...ta ta

My eyes have changed colour, Natasha says they have, I agree, they have gone lighter. How the hell has this happened and y?

I haven’t a clue or ever had an idea that my eyes would change colour during my life, so unfair, it is probably the only thing I wouldn’t change about myself!

I haven’t been blogging due to the hectic lifestyle and doing far too much but I can see a horizon finally. So I am going to be on here a lot more, I want to blog about the forthcoming Christmas holidays as I can see it being the best holiday time I have ever had.

I hope to play this song as much as possible.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrAwK9juhhY

a Break in transmission

I just haven't been blogging at all, but I am gonna get back to it. I haven't got too much on now till after xmas so I should have more time.
Remind me to talk about , in no particular order
My hatred of soaps
xmas meal dilemmas
Isabella(of course)
Many of the amazing things that Natasha says
Work and strikes.
Knee problems.

Remind me, reminding myself to remind me...........