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Come Saturday I was up early, to go travelling with Barry to Bury. The drive there had been good and, as I wandered round the award-winning market and he did as he did, I saw sights and smelled smells, as if I had been a tourist. That had intrigued me somewhat, being in an area like mine, but so different, in ways. But wow had it been chilly, with my fingers as numb as could be. And, I did get to try a black dog, a hot dog of black pudding, served with piccalilli and mustard. And we wandered from stall to stall, seeing so much. In the end we had to go, in part ‘coz I was cooking tea, so we drove back as the sky turned grey as the rain fell, again.



Then come Sunday Barry called for awhile. It’d been a pleasant weather day and, after doing his shopping, we went to Raby Mere. Well, after all the heavy rain of late, Raby Mere was higher than I’ve seen it in years; and even the little stream, that eventually runs into a river, had become a small river itself.



On Saturday Barry got steak for himself, then gave some to me, which I cooked for our meal on Sunday. I cooked it with onion, then simmered it in the casserole dish before cooking it in a pan, with onions and a rich gravy, that was more like a sauce.

Come the evening, I had sat and watched the box awhile, as I darned, then sewed a glove of a pair, that’s to be my replacement for the one’s I gave to the homeless fellow, on the way home the previous Thursday.

I was on the way up the hill going toward Canning St and Percy St and St Brides and voluntary work, when I saw and heard an altercation on the street outside an off-licence opposite the ‘bombed-out’ church. There was this bloody-faced scrawny white lad in street clothes being beaten by a well-dressed slim, short-haired black fella, who genuinely seemed to relish the kicking he was giving the white lad. As I continued to walk on, I saw the owner of the off-licence, an Asian, Iraqi or Turkish dude giving the white lad assistance, who was holding his bloodied face, shouting, “He took me money! He took me money!” And, as the fellow who did the assault, he was joined by his white friend, with a bald-pate, ‘ache and almost shoulder length hair at the side, who handed him his coat. As they took a left turn and walked toward the cash machine, the black fella was demonstrating to his friend his kicking technique with a wide grin on his face. And, as I walked on, I wondered if it had been reported on the radio would it have been considered a race crime, as it was black on white violence? And, committed with such obvious relish.

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Apocapus
01:21 Nov 25 2012

Well, seen through such a narrow scope, it would have been.

Usually it's how it goes. And colored convictions are almost certain as apposed to the more benign white convictions. And it's this sort of episode that does ruin it for the rest of the black race, justifying yet more stop and frisks on the part of the good ol' boys in blue.

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and there it is in journal/stories, a proper piece of rambletime, written before voluntary work, on windy grey day.

Sunday Barry called round and we went shopping, ostensibly for jeans, but it does seems hard to get reasonable jeans nowadays, particularly if you’re a guy who is not a standard size. But, the weather was pleasant, so we continued our travels awhile, ending up at the Mere, for a chat and a smoke. When Barry left mine, he did so without his laptop, as he’d acquired malaware, that he’d done well at removing; but he decided that I could do a tidy up on the background files and folders. Then after a rest and a documentary with Dad, I went to go on VR, to post my new story, when I discovered I had mislaid, or lost, the camera that Karl had lent me and, I quietly freaked, goodstyle. Then later, much later, after searching fruitlessly, I opened a cupboard and, there it was. I sat down to type, shortly after, as the raiin fell hard outside… Well, come Monday I ended up spending much of the day after housework and putting my Dad’s script in, working on Barry’s laptop. Unfortunately the first install left it with a copy of IE that killed the PC everytime I tried to use it, so I did it all over again, again… I had watched a little of the new ‘Amazing Spiderman’ film, while installing. Once finished, I watched it all the way through…

The traffic was bad as we tried to leave our road Friday morning to go shopping, due to the gasworks that have been going on there for weeks, nay a month, or so. When we got there there’s been a queue for pizza’s of thirteen before me, no chickens and, I’d forgotten the juice; and Dad and I had both got irked.



And, hearing the news I heard that the turn out for the poll for police-commissioner were really low: quell surprise. The vote was not sold, at all. Anyway…



Early in October I got a phone-call from an appointment clerk, who told me I’d been taken off the list and was given a date to see a pain specialist privately. With my feelings on private medicine, that’d been a no-show, as far as I was concerned and, told them so and, that I was prepared to wait. Then come the afternoon and the post, I got a letter from the hospital which I want to attend, Clatterbridge. This time I had been allocated an appointment with the fellow’s registrar; again, what I did not want, so I began a series of phone-calls. Eventually, I got what I wanted. But, I won’t get my appointment till February, well over a year and three months since I went on the list, to see Mister Eastwood, the Pain Specialist.



Late on, after writing up a recipe, in my own fashion, I watched ‘Alien’, which was particularly interesting, after seeing ‘Prometheus.’ And, ‘Alien’ stills holds up well, as a damn good movie!

I spent the evening with a friend I Love who called to wish me a belated ‘Happy Birthday’, who I met on a confidence course, had been a lapdancer and has a little-devil on her hip and, she had needed the course as much as I had and, it worked for me – ish. My friend? Well, Well, this evening the dweller had dwelt and, needed hugs. And, thanks to Mandy, I can do hugs. So we hugged and watched, ‘Forbidden Kingdom, as she talked of the Past and, tried to rationalise and, I’d sought to distract her…

Come Thursday evening I found myself using my responsibility chip. Roger wasn’t there, which left Cat, Shirley and I looking after a bunch of young people doing their Princes Trust, by serving Scouse to the lads. And, by the end of the night I’d been more tired than if I’d been doing the work myself… And, before bed I checked out my new copy of ‘Looper’, which has what had been a copy code on it and, seems otherwise perfect.



My birthday had been good: quiet, but good. I even got to have my photograph taken down at Raby Mere by Barry, which had been cool. Heck, in the afternoon I’d even got a new dvd complied: ‘Spiderman’, ‘Total Recall’ and ‘The Watch.’



I had been a bit miffed that I’d got no cards in the post, I’d made up for it, for me and, I’d phoned Mandy: My present, to me, that and, a bottle of Patchouli.



All-in-all, the weekend went well, for me and, I even got to go on VR

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AnaliethiaThionoeSangita
08:03 Nov 12 2012

Always wonderful to hear, hon.

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‘After a pleasant evening, Thursday was a pretty good day all round,’ I typed, as the wind blew hard outside the window and, in the background ‘Total Recall’ played; the new one which is ever-so much better than friends of friends are saying. Yet, I digress. The day had been far better than I’d expected when I’d seen the grey of the sky. And, yes I’d pottered, but I had read an email that said: ‘without you, I probably would be one of those idiotic Americans. Would be so stuck in my own view that I wouldn't know my head from my ass. And I thank you for it.’



That had touched me, like little ever has. That and, the kind remarks left after apiece I’d written about being missed, kinda make existence itself worthwhile.



And, Dad liked the chicken curry …, which had been a pleasant surprise.

Then when Barry had called, we’d watched ‘Watch’, a film that has almost everything and, a very good script and, gave me a few proper belly laughs.



‘And, that was about it,’ he wrote, turning back to watch, the end of ‘Total Recall.’



“It’s not who I was; but rather, who I am”



{Quote: Douglas Quaid / Hauser, Total Recall 2012.}







Come Thursday Dad received a not from the Natwest back telling them that to save money they were trying to discontinue from paper-billing, which he preferred.



By phoning a number they gave, or going on a website, one could opt out of it. But, to do so one had to phone one of those automatic line and, give one’s birthdate, in this case my Dad’s. Well, I had got the birthdate, then dialled and, got nowhere twice.



You had to input the numbers in a certain fashion, or you got no further. And boy it had been frustrating…. And, it seems that they’ll still send a key number to be used for a website’s entrance. So much for saving paper!

Beds sounds good, right now: but I'll probably go for a portion of my own cheese n onion casserole instead…



00:56 a.m.

I woke early Wednesday, with the sun gone and the dank grey day returning. And, I had to get out; there were pennies to get and someone to meet and, an evening meal to plan on the walk. And, the meal was good, fish chips and pea’s, with onion and garlic, of course. Well, come the evening Dad tried to persuade me not to go out. “It’s raining.” “Uh huh,” I responded” donning my second coat, the one with the two zips. And I went to meet the fellow I’d seen earlier, then had a very pleasant evening, watching collected dev strangeness, before the inevitable walk home, with my thigh’s aching, with the cold, perhaps. That said, I was grateful to be in the warmth. Needless to say, within minutes of getting in and undoing my coat buttons, I’d made my Dad his hot chocolate, before going to my room, to watch ‘The Walking Dead’ and write awhile…

The weekend was pretty good; I’d got a lift to Azda off Barry, to get Dad’s hot chocolate I’d forgotten to get on the Friday, then on Sunday we’d gone to Southport for the day. Then come Monday, I had more hassles with Yahoo, so wrote a second letter, then opened an email account with gmail, feelin well annoyed with Yahoo’s service provision. And, as I beavered away, trying to migrate contacts from one account to the other, fewer fireworks went off, than the previous night, the fourth of November…

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XbluesandX
01:27 Nov 06 2012

Ok...what is November 4th?

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Anyway, come Monday morning the back was pretty bad, whilst there was housework to do and, bedding to be changed. Funnily enough, come the afternoon he regretted not washing it, as the weather turned from dank, to sunny and, milder than it had been at the weekend. That aside, as I was seeing to my bed I wanted to watch ‘The Wright Stuff’ on tv, yet therein lay a problem, no sound. It had seemed that the way Barry had configured my set-up only allowed the DVD side to work efficiently. That little problem plagued me for much of the morning, until finally I got it sussed, dispensing with much Barry had done and utilising a set-up of my own, that worked. Now granted, there’s still a few the set-up of players doesn’t do, as it could, but it’s mine and, allows me to play all my discs, which is what I’d wanted. Anyway, I’d finished about lunch-time, well Dad’s lunch-time, then gone a walk, for the grapes I forgot on the Saturday. I spent the afternoon planning what I wanted to put together for a couple of friends for Christmas, then made our evening meal, with Dad cutting the spuds for me. Now, Dad’s favourite meal is cheese on toast, mine is cheese ‘n onion casserole, which I’d made and, totally enjoyed. After resting my knees awhile I acquired a couple of my favourite shows, then sat to write awhile…



Well, come Tuesday I learnt that I wasn’t a clever as I’d imagined, as recordings made on the VCR from the freeview box had no sound. That had irked, goodstyle.

By Wednesday morning I’d had a few idea’s as what to do, but I’d also had my walk to he Azda to get a Pizza, ready for retuning from the project Thursday night. After our chicken casserole, I logged into my email kendrix1uk@yahoo.co.uk at 18:00 hrs. to check on family, friends and an appointment I await; but after responding to one email I was told by a Yahoo error message, my account is suspended, for possible suspicious activity. When I looked to the page I’d been directed to it seems that something I’d sent had been flagged up, classing my outgoing mail as spam. I get enough Spam from others, that gets through; yet now I’m being told by my email provider I send it, I do not. Well, I’d been that annoyed I Had to do something, so found the address for Yahoo in the UK and wrote, before travelling to see Karl.



The Thursday brought a series of errands to be run on a sunny and cold day. Then it was the project and few clients; with those we had appreciative that we turned up, which did make it seem worthwhile. And Roger the team leader introduced me to Claire a short young blonde, in charge of the group from the Princes Trust, running the project under the eye of me and the other community volunteers. That’d sounded ‘interesting.’ Well, once home I had enjoyed my pizz, after a VR wind-down, asking those I wanted to keep in touch with on VR for their emails, again…



Friday morning we went shopping and, then on our return I began to make ‘My Neil DVD’ for a Christmas present. Come the afternoon I finished a mission I took onboard the previous day, to obtain my Father’s prescribed meds, when it due after the weekend. Needles to say, by being assertive and overly polite, I was able to acquire what he had wanted. My only issue with the fine weather of the week has been that my joints have been feelin pretty rotten and achy, with my remedy bein to sleep, as I need. And in the evening I watched, ‘Primeval: New World’, the American take on a show I like. Thankfully the Canadians did not do what the Americans did to ‘Red Dwarf’. And, I’d enjoyed the show. When I later logged onto my machine, I’d eventually tried Yahoo and, been pleased to find I could respond to emails, only to have Yahoo hassle me once again. Grant you, I had been able to send them eventually, after going through allsorts of hassle…

“I can’t see any reason not to have an orange,” I muttered to Dad, as I rose slowly to one knee, then stood: “I can’t think of a reason at all.”



“It’s late…” said he.



“It’s late,” he repeated.



Pulling the curtains aside, I looked out to dark and, the wild weather outside.

Then I responded, “You say that again and, I’m going a walk.”



And, entering the kitchen, I’d peeled then eaten my orange, listening to the radio awhile, thinking how daft those people are, who won’t eat Grade 2 oranges, that are cheap yellow-ish and, tasting of…orange.

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XbluesandX
13:57 Nov 05 2012

:)

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