Saturday, 2 October 2021

To Live and Die in South Yorkshire

Well, after the usual stuttering start, the autumnal weather seems to be here to stay. Woo! I could do with a little more sunshine though, as the persistent rain over the past few days has started to get me down. Oh well, at least it keeps the scallies indoors and out of trouble. I haven’t had to call the police in, like, a week. Shocker!

My regular pub is finally reopening next week, after being firebombed a couple of months ago. I’ve been finding alternative drinking holes though. I paid a visit to the pub in the train station on Tuesday, which is actually one of the best pubs in town, believe it or not. A short and, if I may so, rather dull video of me sat drinking in there has, bizarrely, gone viral on YouTube. I’m really not sure what’s happened there. Either someone’s posted a link to it on social media, or someone died after pressing “repeat to infinity” on whatever device they were using. Go figure. Anyway, the video is below. If you can tell my which a hundred and forty (and counting) people would want to watch it, I’d be curious to hear.

That guitar luthier rang the other day to confirm the specs for my custom build. I emailed them to ask if everything was ok, as it was almost a month past their original ETA. Apparently it’ll be ready around the start of October, so…

I’ve been playing a lot of guitar lately, and even dusted off my tube amp. Transistor/power/solid-state amps sound better at low volume, which is good for me and my tiny council flat, but I thought I’d treat ma’self. Turns out, it’s only a 5 watt machine, so it sounds good at transistor level anyway. The popping/crackling problem returned today, which is why I stopped using it in the first place, but it only seems to be one particular guitar that causes it. I’ll run some tests.

I started getting pains in my tummy on Wednesday, roughly in the area that I believe my liver is. It wouldn’t surprise me if I have cirrhosis and, quite frankly, I deserve it. It’s been a long time coming. It seems to have eased off now, so perhaps it’s something else, but I’m keeping an open mind. Being disabled and clinically depressed, I’m not too keen on sticking around until old age so, if it is cirrhosis, I won’t be looking for medical treatment. I just hope it takes me in my sleep or, I dunno, while I’m watching Keith Floyd episodes drunk. That’d be nice.

I really need to do some housework, as some areas are getting rather, erm, brown. It’s good weather for it, as physical labour in the summertime isn’t pleasant. It can now be a cheaper alternative to putting the heating on. Although I’ll be using the boiler to heat the water anyway, so that doesn’t make sense. Sigh.

I’ll get my life together eventually.

Hobby-wise, I’ve not been into much apart from guitar practice. Oh, I did buy the South Park 1-5 boxset, so I’m slowly working my way through that. Very slowly. I remember watching it a lot first time around. It was that and Friends that teens in the 90s referenced the most. I also bought the Rick Moranis Little Shop of Horrors film and Ridley Scott’s G I Jane. I’ve only gotten through half of both but, so far, I’m not enjoying Little Shop as much as I expected (I watched it a lot on video when I was a kid), and I’m enjoying G I Jane more than expected (it’s one of the few Ridley Scott films I’ve never seen). What a strange world!

Speaking of friends, it’s all pretty quiet on that front. I’m texting the ex regularly, as she’s the only one I can hold a conversation with, but that’s about it. She usually complains about being tired, and I usually mention that I’m in the pub. We’re quite a pair.

I think I’ll order a takeaway tonight, although I’ll feel guilty about having someone deliver in this horrible weather. I guess they’ll be out anyway, plus I’ll give them a tip. Maybe I’ll double it today. I might go with a pizza/burger place. I haven’t done that in a while. I’ll have a vegetarian pizza to, you know, get my five a day.

I can’t imagine why I’m diabetic.

Fool of a Took.

Anyway, I just thought I’d fire a few words your way, so you know I’m still mooching around somewhere.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!

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