God

“I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.” 

― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

Two Dreams

“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.” 

― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

Nearly there

The summer holiday is nearly here - time for lots of reflection and lots of rest. I've got six weeks to get my head back together and try and return to some form of normality, deal with a few personal issues and formulate a plan of some description that will create a reason to continue the daily and sometimes hourly battle of existence. 

Depression still looms over my shoulder, a devilish psychological vulture. If you haven't ever experienced this affliction you may find this image a good introduction to what anguish millions of souls go through. 

Pirelli and F1

Just thought it would be really funny, admit Pirelli

Pirelli thought having their tyres explode without warning at the British Grand Prix would be a total chucklefest.

Speaking after the race where several of its products were reduced to flailing strips of rubber even more useless than the Mclaren one of them was attached to, the Italian manufacturer admitted it just getting a bit jaded with the whole going-a-whole-race-distance-with-fully-inflated-tyres thing.

Head of rubber and shit, Giorgio Treadio said, “we were just a bit bored to be honest with you. So we decided to put explosive charges in a random selection of tyres.”

Just thought it would be really funny, admit Pirelli

                                                           "Who shall we fuck up next?"

“Then the guys had a sweepstake and whoever got the first car won the pot.”

“Plus we could all bet on how many we thought would go in total and that went to charity. It was a really fun family day: until everyone started moaning about people getting killed.”

Sunday’s event looked like being a finely balanced duel between the Mercedes of home favourite Lewis Hamilton and Red Bull’s Sebastian Vettel before the British driver’s left rear was the first to go, earning Darren Fleetwood 23 pounds in Waterstones book vouchers.

Subsequent tyre terror saw drivers spear off track at frightening speed, Fernando Alonso’s head nearly get taken off by Sergio Perez’ errant tread but Great Ormond Street Hospital gain a cheque for £39.80.

“It’s not every day a children’s hospital gets nearly 50 quid from a bunch of strangers so I think the death warning and boycotting stuff was a bit of an over-reaction, frankly, ” continued Treadio.

“I mean; so we lose a couple of F1 drivers.  Have you ever *met* Nigel Mansell?”

“Exactly,” he added.

Courtesy of Pitflaps

Downsizing

Spent my morning sorting out bags of clothes that contain items going back years. I've collected four sacks for the charity shop, discarding many pairs of jeans, shirts, T's and pullovers. Some memories to be found in old clothes even. Many memories are better in the trash bin but I hope someone finds comfort or even pleasure in them when they peruse the local PDSA - destination of these cast offs.
I have, however clung on to most of my tour and promo T Shirts with their logos and images - these are memories that I want to cling on to. Good times.

A Great Story

I found this on a link via my Facebook page, and shared it with a few people in work, we were in stitches as I read it out to them, a great tale perfectly told.

I haven't posted on this blog for years and years, and I'm a little surprised its still here. A lot has happened to me in the intervening years and some I might care to mention if I choose to continue using this site. Most of what has happened has been bad, some awful, some tragic, people dear to me have died, and I have made many mistakes. I'm hoping to be starting out on a new chapter in my life, a bit of a clean page so to speak, perhaps I've got somewhere here to record some of the stuff that may or may not happen, hopes, dreams, fears. We'll see I guess.

For now I want to thank a few people who basically have saved my life.

Mum and Dad, Helen, Dave, Marla, Dave H, Dr. Proctor, the staff nurses and doctors at The University Hospital of Wales, and the memories of my dear Gran and Cal and Kitty.
No words can ever explain what I owe to this select group who have helped me, and guided me and bailed me out and fixed me when I was broken. To them all a sincere and heartfelt thank you.x