AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH breathe.
Awright lads? Hows it goin?
It's been a fucking killer month, sorry for going AWOL but seriously, the shit that's gone down since we got back from Spain has been unfuckinbelievable.
Let me take you back to June 27th, Pete Sweet and Stitch Evans arrive back after what were a charming holiboy an' a nice few days at Mrs Evans an' settle back in, say hello to a few mates, switch on the kettle, you know how it goes. Gets ta around about 8am there's a chap on the door- it's only the bleedin' landlord! Well fuck me, it's all go, I'm trying ta grab up at Peach and Pix, get them inta the crawl space as is our usual when we get these unexpected visitations. Shambles barks, the covers completely blown, so I try an' hush the dogs I got hold of an' keep them silent, Stitches opens the door, in comes Mr Landlord, don't stop just marches to the kitchen, in he goes inta the cupboard, bringin' out this bag of puppy chow, "What's all this then?" He asks our hero, Stitches has a bit of a think in light speed fashion, goes "Well, it's for the dog, innit? The one we're looking after- thought Pete cleared it with you?"
A genius cover story an' so quickly pulled out the hat you'd think we'd be laughing, but nah- cause parently when we was away pipe burst under the floor an' he had ta let himself in innit after he couldn't get in touch wiv us, he'd seen the dog bowls, he'd seen the food, he'd seen the toys- then he'd only gone an' asked Mrs next door who shopped us right in it, told him about the girls, how we'd had them ever since we moved in- what's a fuckin lie anyway, by the way- Mr Landlord is getting a bit argey wiv his line of questioning now, so out I come (wiv the girls, can't leave them in there by their tod) an' he just went BALLISTIC, says its a total breach of contract, an' he wants out in two weeks! Fuckin' SHOCKER.
Well, you can imagine what's flyin' about my head- no jobs, no house, no nothing; the fuck are we gonna do? Well, I was in a proper dizzy panic I was, near had a panic attack til Stitch calmed me down, so it was on with a pair of trackies an' down the job center (you ever been at a job center at that time of the morning? Its like the aftermath of night of the living dead I swear down.) an' sign onta the housing list (yaaaaay another high rise.) an' on dole so we got priority (after all the single mums an' junkies an' ASBOs of course. We're hoping to speed up this process by knocking Stitch up (he lost the coin toss), I'm gonna develop a habit, an' we're both gonna stab up yer nan- help us out by reporting on these heinous crimes.) an' then we started packing, what took FOREVER- You can fill a house with a lot of shit in a couple of years we've discovered.
Then we had to figure out a place ta stay while we're on the list, innit? Council said they'd put us in a B&B (no ta) until we had someplace but the dogs would have to go in the kennels (NO TA) an' that just ain't happening. So we're at Stitch's mams, back in his room what we lived in for two years together just fine but we didnt have a hundred boxes an' three children then, an' we was 16 to 18 so really we'd not gotten used to living without a parent yet an' it's a bit tense around these parts... Hope they hurry up. I bet we end up back in Bells Garden an' then I'll get started on every fuckin' day again cause my reps gone to shit anyway never mind the fact that most of them there wont know who the fuck I am any more, an' then Stitch will have to kill people an' then they'll not let us try for better housing an' bloody hell.
But! Whatever don't kill you makes you stronger, or some other bull like that. We know we got mates what would want to help us out but really it's a bit of a no go zone, there's been too many hand outs an' while cash might not be an issue to a good number of people on here it's a big deal to us, a massively big deal. We work we have money, it's our own fault for gettin so wrapped up in each other, that's why we ain't been bothering much, just doing cash in hand an' making our way through our savings... idiot boys.
SO we got some net, sometimes, an' we'll be about a bit more cause it's just waiting an' job searching an' that innit? Seing Sam the night then Noise Crime on Saturday night for Dajve so the weekend looks like it might be a good ending to an otherwise exasperating week.
Missed you guys, gimmie some love x
It's been a fucking killer month, sorry for going AWOL but seriously, the shit that's gone down since we got back from Spain has been unfuckinbelievable.
Let me take you back to June 27th, Pete Sweet and Stitch Evans arrive back after what were a charming holiboy an' a nice few days at Mrs Evans an' settle back in, say hello to a few mates, switch on the kettle, you know how it goes. Gets ta around about 8am there's a chap on the door- it's only the bleedin' landlord! Well fuck me, it's all go, I'm trying ta grab up at Peach and Pix, get them inta the crawl space as is our usual when we get these unexpected visitations. Shambles barks, the covers completely blown, so I try an' hush the dogs I got hold of an' keep them silent, Stitches opens the door, in comes Mr Landlord, don't stop just marches to the kitchen, in he goes inta the cupboard, bringin' out this bag of puppy chow, "What's all this then?" He asks our hero, Stitches has a bit of a think in light speed fashion, goes "Well, it's for the dog, innit? The one we're looking after- thought Pete cleared it with you?"
A genius cover story an' so quickly pulled out the hat you'd think we'd be laughing, but nah- cause parently when we was away pipe burst under the floor an' he had ta let himself in innit after he couldn't get in touch wiv us, he'd seen the dog bowls, he'd seen the food, he'd seen the toys- then he'd only gone an' asked Mrs next door who shopped us right in it, told him about the girls, how we'd had them ever since we moved in- what's a fuckin lie anyway, by the way- Mr Landlord is getting a bit argey wiv his line of questioning now, so out I come (wiv the girls, can't leave them in there by their tod) an' he just went BALLISTIC, says its a total breach of contract, an' he wants out in two weeks! Fuckin' SHOCKER.
Well, you can imagine what's flyin' about my head- no jobs, no house, no nothing; the fuck are we gonna do? Well, I was in a proper dizzy panic I was, near had a panic attack til Stitch calmed me down, so it was on with a pair of trackies an' down the job center (you ever been at a job center at that time of the morning? Its like the aftermath of night of the living dead I swear down.) an' sign onta the housing list (yaaaaay another high rise.) an' on dole so we got priority (after all the single mums an' junkies an' ASBOs of course. We're hoping to speed up this process by knocking Stitch up (he lost the coin toss), I'm gonna develop a habit, an' we're both gonna stab up yer nan- help us out by reporting on these heinous crimes.) an' then we started packing, what took FOREVER- You can fill a house with a lot of shit in a couple of years we've discovered.
Then we had to figure out a place ta stay while we're on the list, innit? Council said they'd put us in a B&B (no ta) until we had someplace but the dogs would have to go in the kennels (NO TA) an' that just ain't happening. So we're at Stitch's mams, back in his room what we lived in for two years together just fine but we didnt have a hundred boxes an' three children then, an' we was 16 to 18 so really we'd not gotten used to living without a parent yet an' it's a bit tense around these parts... Hope they hurry up. I bet we end up back in Bells Garden an' then I'll get started on every fuckin' day again cause my reps gone to shit anyway never mind the fact that most of them there wont know who the fuck I am any more, an' then Stitch will have to kill people an' then they'll not let us try for better housing an' bloody hell.
But! Whatever don't kill you makes you stronger, or some other bull like that. We know we got mates what would want to help us out but really it's a bit of a no go zone, there's been too many hand outs an' while cash might not be an issue to a good number of people on here it's a big deal to us, a massively big deal. We work we have money, it's our own fault for gettin so wrapped up in each other, that's why we ain't been bothering much, just doing cash in hand an' making our way through our savings... idiot boys.
SO we got some net, sometimes, an' we'll be about a bit more cause it's just waiting an' job searching an' that innit? Seing Sam the night then Noise Crime on Saturday night for Dajve so the weekend looks like it might be a good ending to an otherwise exasperating week.
Missed you guys, gimmie some love x