Oh BLA BLA SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Getting rubbish at updating this thing. Possibly because during the weekdays I work with the two people I tell everything to through the medium of the spoken word, and every weekend I’m spending getting so drunk I need help to see never mind type. Typing is one of those things I’ve just never progressed in. Actual pen to paper… is another thing I’ve never progressed in. The English language is… well, you get the picture.
What’s been happening in the world of JB, I hear the townsmen cry out. FUCK ALL is the astonishing answer to that question. I’m almost 70 years old now and there’s nothing happening ever in my life ever. Work, home, drink, work, sleep, opening events, drink, work, sleep WORK. I’m living the life of your average Joe, it is so mind numbingly boring that I’m beginning to suspect it’s not the chalkers that have an irresponsible outlook on life- its all these sober fucks in their more than adequate ford focuses that watch their Sunday soap omnibus and round off the week with a nice chicken kiev. SOMEBODY HELP ME.
I AM STAGNATING.
What I’m doing is living the life of a man in his thirties who has a wife and 2.4 kids in a nice suburban home who commutes to his 9 to 5 accounting job on the train, using our ever popular park and ride system, who comes back every night to help little Suzie with her maths and read a bed time tale for baby Archie before eating the same chicken kiev and the same potatoes and the same peas before retiring to bed to have the same mandatory boring but satisfying sex with the same woman forever and ever AMEN.
But there IS no woman and there ARE no children and I live in a bloody communal flat with the biggest druggies of London and there is never NEVER any kiev, NEVER, and I never take any drugs or do ANYTHING fun like I used to because maybe, just maybe, if I surrender to this overwhelmingly underwhelming lifestyle then just MAYBE I will get a few hours with my son, or a weekend with my daughter, or hopefully hit by a BUS.
I’m getting rubbish at updating this thing. Because there is nothing to say.
What’s been happening in the world of JB, I hear the townsmen cry out. FUCK ALL is the astonishing answer to that question. I’m almost 70 years old now and there’s nothing happening ever in my life ever. Work, home, drink, work, sleep, opening events, drink, work, sleep WORK. I’m living the life of your average Joe, it is so mind numbingly boring that I’m beginning to suspect it’s not the chalkers that have an irresponsible outlook on life- its all these sober fucks in their more than adequate ford focuses that watch their Sunday soap omnibus and round off the week with a nice chicken kiev. SOMEBODY HELP ME.
I AM STAGNATING.
What I’m doing is living the life of a man in his thirties who has a wife and 2.4 kids in a nice suburban home who commutes to his 9 to 5 accounting job on the train, using our ever popular park and ride system, who comes back every night to help little Suzie with her maths and read a bed time tale for baby Archie before eating the same chicken kiev and the same potatoes and the same peas before retiring to bed to have the same mandatory boring but satisfying sex with the same woman forever and ever AMEN.
But there IS no woman and there ARE no children and I live in a bloody communal flat with the biggest druggies of London and there is never NEVER any kiev, NEVER, and I never take any drugs or do ANYTHING fun like I used to because maybe, just maybe, if I surrender to this overwhelmingly underwhelming lifestyle then just MAYBE I will get a few hours with my son, or a weekend with my daughter, or hopefully hit by a BUS.
I’m getting rubbish at updating this thing. Because there is nothing to say.