lalalalalaaa lala la laaaaa

Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Current mood: sick

't Is the season to be jolly... lalalalallalalalala...
Jolly murderous more like!

Today, I went to the studio to make some jewellery as one does.
I needed to get myself to Broadmead, the central shopping area to bring back stuff for refunds. Now I don't like this on the quietest of occasions but at this time of the year, it is living hell! People are out in hordes to buy their Christmas presents. Everywhere there's Christmas muzak piping. I went into the Virgin music shop - it has changed name to something ridiculous - to buy a small gift for a lonely friend abroad. The muzak was a tad too loud, like the habit seems to be in cinemas of late as well. It also was my most hated Christmas song of all, the one by Slade!!! It seemed to go louder and louder and I needed to get out of there before going into a fit. So when the lovely check out girl asked if I was able to find everything I was looking for, I told her I was looking for their stereo to shoot it to hell and failing that, the nearest exit please! She laughed miserably: At least you can escape... Poor cow!
I've been nursing a stinking headache since, I kid you not. Bordering on migraine, and I know what I'm talking about.
Back to the studio to finish what I was doing, barely able to focus. Phone rings: ExBoy. To let me know John died on Sunday afternoon.
John... gone...
Diagnosed with the big C at 58; 2 years later, over and done with. I had a bit of a cry, my friends. He was ExBoy's closest friend and landlord when we met 13 years ago. I loved zipping over on my Bonnie from Belgium to Southend to visit. He will be sorely missed...
I'd like to go to the funeral, pay my last respects but it might be a bit awkward with ExBoy and the old friends. Let's face it, no-one of them stayed in touch with me when our shit hit the fan. Oh, crumbs... I probably can't get there anyway by public transport.

I need some of my special painkillers pronto, this is a banging one... salut et au revoir.