Its a life changing event being a recovering alcoholic and its a journey I want to share just in case anyone else like me is out there and wants to know just how good life can be when you learn to be sober
So that's it, a gorgeous weekend with over 50 people down at Echo Beach today, my holiday is over and back to the Monastery for me tomorrow. I always have feelings of anxiety when returning from holidays, I always expect “something” to have happened, When the Ewoks bought out The Empire happened when I was on Holiday as was my ultimate transfer to The Lost World. But I don't feel anything significant has occurred there other than the usual rumble of toilet rumours, I plan on going once again on Sh*tehawk, due to the hot weather which we are experiencing here in the UK.
Well I say hot it was maybe the mid to lower twenties today in Celsius but I was surprised that Echo Beach was so full, its the first time I have seen it like that since way back in my drinking days which are eclipsed by a fog, we brought a old Dingy which had a slow puncture so I ended up sinking in it, while another guy went over the weir with it.
I finished decorating the Toilet yesterday at the same time Luke and LB-head cut the hedges in our front garden that was again after of course we had been down to the river, really enjoyed the last couple of days diving off the wall near the junction of the River Calder and The Calder & Hebble Navigation and showing Luke all our old summer tricks of many youthful times of my past. I think the canal boat drivers think I am completely crazy when Luke, Me and two dogs emerge from the underground culvert which is maybe 3 feet in diameter to the overflow to the canal, I wonder if at 40 its too old to be doing this sought of thing.
Anyway all is quiet here at The Orphanage now Luke, LB-head and Farquaad have gone to there mums until Wednesday and I am listening to “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” by Pink Floyd. I was going to write a poem but instead I will reproduce one that a lad from Sellers where I used to work during the nineties once wrote about me…
There once was a lad called Mad Mike
Who travelled to work on a bike One day he was late
cycling through the gate Which was something his employers didn't like....
Your time keeping it must get better
He was warned in the form of a letter
If you're once again late
The sack will be your fate
Your excuses are just getting wetter
He says he's now a Jedi Master
But his bike is a transport disaster
His excuses don't wash
So he must borrow some dosh
From his father and buy something faster
I was going strange looking back at how my life has changed in so many ways, feel inspired tonight by all the friends blogs I have read tonight and onwards to the monastery I go. My bright Orange Tango Suit is ready and my alarm is set thanks everyone for being there and thanks my HP for another sober day my 1735th according to my spreadsheet but the numbers no longer matter.
Wrote that as a title because I couldn't think of one, I’m still using this Microsoft Blog Writer which is like everything now free from Bill Gates' Club. The first time I used it, was after writing the post entitled “Holiday” to test it out and it made everything invisible until I altered my profile, last night it posted fine.
Finished bathroom today and to celebrate. I had a bath, I have posted some pictures of it finished, tomorrow is the toilet which has been already started by Lord Farquaad, Luke's bro’ and of course Triple M himself (Luke), I just have to paint the paintwork now and put the lino down on the floor, I managed to get two pieces of off cuts from a Carpet shop at Fartown for £45.
The Bathroom I feel is a job that even my assistant Betty slaving away at The Monastery would be proud of!
I quite miss the Monastery which has surprised me and this week we haven't been camping but it looks like tomorrow maybe really hot which means like a reptile I will be down at Echo Beach swimming with the dogs and Triple M, I have only a bit to do with the toilet so that could wait.
Today I had a call on my mobile from one of The Ewoks sales girls, I explained I wouldn't be much help with her query since I was at home at The Orphanage painting the bathroom, she sounded really cheerful well I guess like she always does.
I seem to sometimes suffer periods of depression, but I think its more seasonal because in spring I feel fine especially in my sacred fields, today I felt like I was re-enacting a Kate Bush video while I said my thanks to my higher power whoever or whatever he may be.
Sometimes I think we are not designed to know the whole truth but a Universe as diverse and complex as this emerging from the random dance of tiny particles subject to simple forces gave rise to the whole of life and indeed mind to wonder about as I sit here pondering out loud on these keys.
It seems a bit well not just empty but untrue, we simply don't know all there is at this real fundamental level and if you ask me physics and mathematics pushed into the equations can only answer so much, already physicists struggle to grasp universes infinitely many of them each infinite in its own extent, I got to admit I get lost in some of them books.
So tonight I am back at my computer, Triple M & Lightbulb Head are playing on the PS3 in his newly decorated room, ill continue to work my way downstairs to where my mum and dad live, my dad continues to get more independent, he washes up and makes his breakfast sometimes now.
Still I fail sometimes to realise how hard it is for my mum who looks after him in his bad moments.
Most of yesterday and today I have been busy decorating, first was Luke's bedroom which we did in about half a day and didn't even give the paint time to dry before the computers were wired back on with the PS3.
Luke, his brother Lord Farquaad and Lightbulb head was left alone to start the job while I went shopping with my mum, they didn't do too bad but it was a bit of a mess when I got back, clearly Luke wasn't a very good leader for them.
So it was about 9pm last night when we finally got finished. I have now given our bathroom one coat of paint, we had a new bathroom fitted earlier in the year, I don't know if I even mentioned it when I was away in Brazil, at least in my head around that time.
Well a couple of bits of wood remain entrenched into the wall and ceiling, the bits the workmen left behind, I dreamt very clearly last night that I removed the one lodged into the ceiling and all the ceiling collapsed so today when I was doing it for real, I left the one in the ceiling well alone and just painted over it.
Call me Mr bodgit, well I guess you aren't far off, so tonight Luke and his crew have gone to his mums for the night, I've even cooked my Tagliatelle speciality for my Mum and dad, brother plus Luke and his crew of course, I put too chillies in it so it was a bit hot for some.
So the dogs are walked and I have talked to my old boss “Alf Garnet” on the phone in reply to his email now sit down to relax my mind is swimming with thoughts, I cant relax so I feel the need to write a few memoirs.
Out of the window its dull and heavily overcast but the pure green of the trees which line our road contrasts sharply with the sky, I can hear birds singing, but sometimes you cant quite make out the song.
I have put BBC I Player on about these two blokes surviving out in the Australian bush, both are passing there wisdom on to me about how to survive there, its amazing how much though we have all become used to home comforts to distance us from the harsh realities of nature.
Yes I’m on Holiday this week and having time on my hands can mean danger, so I have been trying to keep myself busy letting things occur that I cant control, but I still try to.
That's what tonight's meeting made me think about, the way we try to control the show and the ego rush it can give trying to control everything even though I preach that I don't.
Yes I have been doing a bit of gardening, me and Luke cut the lawn on Saturday, it was a glorious day weather-wise, on Sunday we walked down to the Calder and I jumped off the Iron Railway bridge into the Calder which runs about 30 feet below, something I have done every year since I was 14, a strange tradition I know but something I wasn't going to miss on my 41st Summer of my life.
Both me and Luke went swimming, we were accompanied by my good friend but appropriately titled “Partyman” and his son and Luke's cousin Lightbulb Head.
Today I ended up going geocaching and this time instead of taking Partyman we took Luke's younger Brother Lord Farquaad and found a few sets of coordinates from the website http://www.geocaching.com/ all in Bradley Wood, an area of land at the other side of the M62 motorway from the Bradley Golf Course.
On arriving there we were told that where we were going was “private property”, that makes me see red but I behaved myself and held back a bubbling anger as I explained we were looking for a geocache and they are only on public land.
I even showed them the paper from the internet which clearly showed that it was nearby but I felt angry but decided that we seemed to be at the height of some camping expedition, all around us cars were moving so we decided to disappear anyway.
It brought to my mind of that scene in Crocodile Dundee when Dundee says about who owns some land, “Its like fleas on a dogs back arguing about who owns the dog”.
Then tonight's meeting and a mention from the sharer of “trying to control events and people”, I am taking my will back but luckily I can see it, its almost like standing outside your body watching yourself trying to control things, I want to be centre stage and I am controlling my characters.
We decided in the end to give up with geocaching and went swimming downstream of Echo Beach and Luke showed off to Lord Farquaad his spectacular jumps into the water and today I didn't join him but thought how much he was like me.
Tonight we have had rain, Uncle Buck was quiet on way to meeting and I just felt like a little blog, I am using this new Microsoft Blog writer after reading about it in web user and needed to write something to see if it works.
Rest of the week is like a open desert devoid of any scenery or direction but I know my HP will show me some more little signs, one night I dreamt I was living as a Red Indian in this Tepee, I dream that quite a lot and I like to think I have a Red Indian Spirit Guide.
I have finally done my "Save The Fields" video and I realised it was way back in Feb in the snow when I did my last vid, but this one has been audio removed by Youtube because I wanted to use the old song "Crazy" by "Seal" but it wasnt allowed and I was encouraged to do a audio swap but it didnt seem to work for anything but rubbish music.
So now I have had to put Bach on surely this is out of copyright by now he died in 1750 and I am now uploading it has I write this while at same time as watching Rushhour 1, Luke is layed on my bed with Bodie.
Bodie (who is Jack Russel Cross) was injured the other day by a young silly boxer dog, luckily Miss Boley our other Labrador Cross chased the nasty offender off but Mr Bodie had his throwt bit and was really squealing.
Since then he's not walked as fast round the field and been very scared like he was when we first got him.
Also today I cooked my first recipe a pasta dish with a tomatoe sauce which I got off the internet it was quite nice and everyone ate it all including the dogs as well as Lord Farquaad (Lukes nearest brother) and Lightbulb Head.
Lord Farquaad is staying the night, hes now in Lukes bedroom playing PS3 and my mum is at Bingo, I thinks shes just come back now.
All this stuff about MP's exotic expenses claims occupies all the media headlines and well you got to join in havent you, I have signed an electronic signature list to demand a general election, last night it had 147 signatures today it has 421 it can be found here if you are interested.
But really one MP spent £18,000 of taxpayers money on book cases and thought it okay and most of us "non-professional" people (as one MP refered to the public as) gasp at the staggering list as the receipts of the expenses claims of politians has been leaked to The Daily Telegraph.
Everyone is in uproar and to make matters worse there are the European and Local elections in a few months.
Its quite entertaining actually, Im glued to Sky News, its like witnessing the rebellion in Star Wars, the MPs have basically been found to be no more than common crooks, It has just given the fringe parties a massive boost in the opinion polls.
To me I just row the boat through my live, leaving my HP to steer, but on this occasion I just might vote though I aint got a clue who to vote for if I did, all the main three partys appear to be Corrupt and the other two fringe parties I dont know much about.
Friday night I was seriously stressed when I got home, I kept feeling massive amounts of anger at traffic lights systems which are stupid round here and when I feel like that I am in danger of erupting with massive anger at anyone however with Mr Bodie being injured I held it in and it gradually dissapated itself in crazy dreams last night.
I dreamt I was the leader of this cavelry and I was carrying a flag, behind me rode Harry Potter from work riding proudly on his nooble steed, in front of us rode the Queen, then there were loads of people behind us, we were riding carry placards saying "Save Our Fields", maybe I should vote for The Green Party?
Thats another weird thing, you can almost pick up public comrade-ship as everyone has a common enemy once again, the crooks running our country, one MP was found to be claiming a second home allowance of £12,000 for a 2nd home that the mortgage had already been paid up.
Everyone was really nice to me at work on Friday, sometimes I wonder if its my defects of character that set me apart from others, if someone says something to me the wrong way I think they have something against me, I think I am still a bit paranoid sometimes especially working at the monastery.
But I think some of them may secretly read this blog from time to time and may have felt I was a bit upset, but I had to laugh when Luke said he felt sorry for Betty having to work all day with me.
I think changes in the world are really gathering pace, all sorts is going on, it feels like we are on the precipice of something really vague, we are like going full speed into a thick fog on a train and when the fog clears what will the world be like.
Still if you observe the AA principle of Step 3 you can sit back and enjoy the vague shapes in the mist of a coming future content that your vastly more experience pilot is your higher power or in my case a equally vague Star-Wars-esque force.
We may eventually realise all our thoughts are connected and in a way our mind creates our reality, if we are relaxed and enjoying our journey through life living in the moment like a feather in the wind we have a far more better quality life.
If we feel we are running the show, we are the main characters in the play then our lives are far more full of stress and the temptations of the dark side much stronger, in my case as a recovering alcoholic, alcohol.
In all honesty despite (maybe because of) attending AA once per week I think of alcohol very little, when I get a drinking dream its usually a throwback to a past time in my mind or because I am stressed.
I feel okay today, took my dad out in Christine The Third our motobility car and at the same time dropped Luke (Triple M), Lightbulb Head and Lord Farquaad off at The Sports Centre. plus took dogs out twice.
Right finally the video is finished and I have posted it, thought I would "talk" on here while it was uploading, I have still got Issue 3 of our bowling mag to write but I neednt panic our next match isnt while June 13th. So I thought I would do this video but I dare not talk in front of it like a reporter with a microphone.
Im too shy.
So our, well I cant call them Ice Road Truckers now its heading for Summer, and if the Met Office hadn't forecast a Scorcher it would probably have still been sunny, but on Friday it was raining so hard that the drivers were complaining about getting wet on the long walk to the despatch desks from there wagons.
So Ill call them The Crowmen and here they are as at close of Play on Friday, Oh Blimey my figures are from Monday and are miles out of date I forgot to snch em from my spreadsheets at work now I cant get em, Oh well goodnight then Im going to watch Sky news and of course post my comments.
I feel so honoured that LarryG has written me a special poem about the fields and meadows near to me that are in danger of dissapearing with the incessant destruction of Green Belt land, once gone it will never be the same again...
after the consultations and reviews, a "decision", how clinical, and sterile the modern mind, what is the value of a romp across a snowy meadow, or the song of the cricket in the early summer as growth thickens from greening of spring rains. people do need space, and yes, there must be room to frolic and roam, to smell the earth and creepy crawlers of each season, places for moving fallen limbs or turning over rocks to see beneath. may this place be blessed with song of lark, hum of bee, frog's evening melody, and room for pups like me, who's joy is bound up in meadow's sacred moments.
Thanks Larry
Today I have had the day off from the Monastery to take "Sh*tehawk" my 250cc motorbike over to Bradford for her annual checkup (MOT) and I am pleased to say that she has passed but the guy at the MOT station said she could do with some new boots soon.
I didnt know he meant tyres, I think I will soon book her in for a full service, but on the journey there it was windy and on the way back this was joined with rain, quite scary when you are overtaking HGV's.
Talking of HGVs The Crowman has once again moved into pole position in our Ice Road Truckers charts, the third month in a row he has occupied the position but he is cheating by loading wagons for other subordinates in his team and then taking them back to his yard for them to deliver.
Anyway The Crowman has requested that my two bowling newsletters from Week 1 and Week 2 plus that letter to the council about the loss of our meadows should be placed on the web in pdf format instead of word so I have complied with the links below
I have yet to write the third Issue of our recent match at Farnley Tyas which our team lost 3/13 and "of course" I lost once again 10/21, I have also got on the cards a letter to write to Barry Shearman our MP round here about the councils 15 year building program.
AA on Monday saw another visitor doing his share and this guy was well and truly bitten by the AA bug, including wearing a AA T Shirt and telling us all how he practised the 12 steps continuously, I must admit I have myself been praying more and feel "better" as a result but since I have passed the 40 milestone I have felt just a little melancholous.
Ridion from The Lost World came over to the Monastery on Tuesday for a roll of strapping, he reflected on how good times used to be there, especially the fun we had with the old newsletter called The Jungle Telegraph.
He suggested a great piccy would be of him dressed only in a loincloth and being "fanned" by his only companion there Father Bell but I couldnt find a picture on "Google Images" to alter for this and anyway The Lost World is now drifting over the horizon into my past.
We live in a different era at The Monastery with the credit crunch times but this has not stopped out UK MP's continuing there extravagant lifestyles at the tax payers expence and indeed this has been all over every newspaper for the last few days.
While some of us cut back on what we eat to save money our MPs rip off public money to "heat" there swimming pools, no doubt though times are changing even for them.
Life at the monestery is back to being sh*t again getting treated like I am something someone accidentally stepped in but I guess I am used to it and someone in the AA said it might be God learning me patience
Stop Press, I have written the letter finally to my MP and a copy can be found here, of course it includes Larry's lovely poem...
Its Thursday dinnertime here at the Monastery although with I don’t really have a dinner hour or indeed just lately with Betty been off have I got any dinner to eat. I have been really unhappy these last few weeks because I found out that our local council has had a consultation period to find suitable land around our home town of Huddersfield to build 36,000 houses. It seems that in 3 out of the proposed 4 options that the fields where I take my dogs on a night and our Golf Course has been suggested as a possible future site of a few thousand of these. This of course prompted me to add my point of view to both the local paper and the council itself on there website at http://ldf.kirklees.gov.uk/ldf/php/ShowRepresentations.php?doc=16&state= The letter I wrote can be found at http://www.keepandshare.com/doc/view.php?id=1183246&da=y Amazingly I received a reply that “The consultation has now closed and a decision will be made later this year” When I was aged 10 a whole estate sprung up behind my house where I still live now and with it went beautiful rolling fields and farmland which was in my younger years the place I spent many happy hours exploring. Sometimes thinking back I reckon this was the time when I went nuts and the prefix “Mad” was added to my pseudonym. In my opinion where I live has become too crowded and congested and looking at the councils maps on their website it shows that development will also occur on a chemical tip where what was formerly called ICI have tipped there lethal cocktails for over 3 decades, surely there is some Health & Safety concerns regarding building here. Anyway I have decided to go to war with Kirklees Council on this but I just don’t know where to start, a poster campaign round our local area perhaps, or a youtube video depicting the gorgeous scenery which will be destroyed forever?
Sometimes I think that us alcoholics have one thing in common, what is commonly described as “washing machine head”, thoughts whirling about in our brains at 100 miles per hour that very rarely fall silent. Maybe that is why we drank to quieten them down, maybe I am going crazy but these thoughts about the council building on what I think to be my fields just wont go away, I have tried praying but nothing works. I reckon in the future I might buy a hut in the middle of nowhere and live without using any electricity, gas or fuel, grow all my own food, indeed there are places in Scotland where I am sure I could live as a hermit for the rest of my life. It would be great to never have to see some Government man in a suit talking his usual brainwashing crap ever again. Well at least that’s out of my system now, a problem shared is a problem halved, incidentally at Spring Bank I hope to drive up to my dad’s sister house on the Scottish island of Mull so that my dad can spend a few days there. I plan to take my dad, mum, Luke and the two dogs and other than my parents the rest of us will enjoy a bit of camping in what must be one of the most isolated spots in Scotland.
So here at The Monastery I am approaching the second week here on my own in despatch without Betty to watch over me, she is still visiting Disneyland which I guess is like home from home for her but definitely wouldn’t appeal to me, I would much rather spend a fortnight in the Amazon. Bob our manager seems a bit lost with himself since we got another forktruck driver here, he used to fill in and Barnsley Bill reckons he will find someone else to annoy now he has spare time on his hands. Shandy Pants our assistant manager is busy putting signs everywhere, indeed there is more signs round the monastery than any other place I have worked, only Inspector Gadget our works engineer has ever confessed to having read all of them. So with a new month our top ten of drivers looks like this; Mv Mar Apr Driver SumOftotal ▲ 4 1 DA Stumpy 41584 >> NE 2 Shawn YX02CLY 32544 ▼ 1 3 The Crowman 31188 ▲ 5 4 Burty Basset 27108 ▲ 12 5 Rodney 25764 ▼ 2 6 Orville 21324 ▲ 9 7 Donkey Daz 20792 > 8 8 Spike 20792 ▲ 13 9 DA Greyhound 19880 >> NE 10 Paul K500COD 12204 Finally on Monday I really enjoyed our AA meeting, during the last few weeks we have been entertained with speakers from Sheffield including the lovely lady wife of fellow blogger Flindon. Last week it was this eloquent Asian lady and she spoke things that I just needed to hear at the time, I cannot wait till next week to see who is the next visitor from the city of Sheffield to come along and pass the message. That’s it I feel better having shared all that I better now go.
This is our Captain, of course I have altered his photo a bit, hes a really nice guy and despite losing 21/13 the first match at our first game and losing again this week 21/16 he says Ill be playing again next week.
The guy I was playing called "Grandad" I had played my very first comeback match early last year and lost to him 21/13.
That time I guess he must have been giving me a chance because despite being lulled into a false sense of security with my early lead on long marks of 7-1 with Luke my son marking.
I just lost my head when he got the jack back and took me on short curvy marks which he bowled very well, I was concentrating so hard my head hurt afterwards as I tried swapping pegs but when you do this you must adjust to where the bowl may go and I never seem to get it right.
Magyar my hero shouted, just turn over and aim straight at it but it didnt work!
I got lots to learn but here are this weeks scores;
Player Scr Oponent Scr Knight Rider 21 P Heaume 6 Elmer Fudd 21 B Curran 13 Billy Bunny 21 S Jessop 14 Magyar 19 I Wimpenny 21 Moggy 16 A I Brown 21 Capt Picard 16 K Curran 21 Mad Mick 16 Grandad 21 The Chosen One 14 L Morgan 21 Tonto Junior 14 D Curran 21 Medwin 14 J Brown 21 The Gardener 10 P Brierley 21 The Eskimo 10 S Curran 21
I have taken them from excel and are in order of Aggregate Score = Opps Score - Your Score.
Today we have not done the 3 peaks, I assumed Dimli not phoning either meant he wasnt going so me, Luke, Lord Farquaad and Lightbulb head went for a walk of our own, The Three Towns walk of Brighouse, Elland and Rastrick.
We walked down to the river Calder and all the way on to Brighouse then Elland following the Calder
Inland, before climbing the big hill through a bit of woods to the village of Rastrick before heading back down to where I live. Here you can see a picture of the golf course which is maybe a mile from where I live, I love spring all life is strong and so is the force. I just love nature, plants and birds, the odd fox, dear and occasional badger, I often feel jelous that other countries have so many more native animals. Both the dogs loved the walk but when I went out just a bit later tonight before I started writing this Miss Boley was tired out. Tommorow is bank holiday and I am going to visit Elmer Fudd who is a member of our bowling team and also my mate The Knight Riders dad who is our star player and a good friend I have known since about 1994. Hes been real good to me and I owe is dad because I once when I was drunk nicked the blankets off his washing line, so I promised him I would have a look at his computer. Also today I have been cleaning up my old motorbike Sh*tehawk ready for her MOT which is due on the 27th May, I will have to book it in for next week when I go back to work on Tuesday, anyway I thought me and Luke would take her out on a ride tommorow to see how she is running. I feel like lifes good, I was out in the fields today and was watching Miss Boley enjoying the sun and I thought lifes not that bad, its the first time for ages I felt really good inside, probably the first time since I was real young I felt happy. I did a silent prayer and thanked my HP, God, The Force.... Sometimes I think as we get more sober our road narrows, if you know what I mean, but the journey of life feels good since you dont feel you can control the future just by willing it, its all just Gods will, our life, our journey is ours. I sometimes think that when I die the best world I would love is if I could travel back in time like a Ghost and see what life was really like in the past, who knows maybe it could come true but for now I guess I will have to be happy with BBC4. My dads been out today as well for a drive when I took Lightbulb Head and Lord Farquaad Home, he loves been in the car and I am sure envious of us going for a walk today, thats why I got to enjoy now, not the future, but now, this moment. I am busy writing also the second edition of the bowling teams newsletter. Well now, Lukes gone to bed tired out and Im just watching a bit of telly, see u all soon
It was my first Bowling match this Saturday just gone and I finished up losing 13/21 but luckily our team “The Pipstars” won there first match just, with 6 winners each we stole the show with 6 points on aggregate. I had taken along my dad who is making quite visible improvements with regards to his health from what he was like back in February, we had two new players to our team this year and if you want to read my first bowling newsletter of 2009 I have put it on the net http://www.keepandshare.com/doc/view.php?id=1173252&da=y Life at the monastery this week has been hectic; my partner Betty has gone on holiday for 2 weeks in Disneyland so I have been left all alone to cope on my own and without supervision. The rest of the staff here though have been great, Our Manager, Bob Carolgees returned from the Grand Canaries on Tuesday and brought me back a little pressie, though I haven’t seen his dog “spit” for quite sometime and I think Mrs Bickerdyke who is in the other office is quite missing his visits. Barnsley Bill has been very helpful, covering despatch when I needed to pop out to Greggs at the White Rose to get a Chicken Club sarnie and a Cornish pasty and just in general being a good friend though no doubt he has secret opinions of my sanity sometimes. On the drivers league The Crowman dominates the chart and has been pestering Bob for the promised award for the second consecutive month of dominating the driver’s league chart which is as follows; Mv Mar Apr Driver SumOftotal > 1 1 The Crowman 362052 > 2 2 Orville (The Daft Duck) 150968 ▲ 5 3 Obiwan 139660 ▲ 9 4 DA Stumpy 131984 ▼ 3 5 Burty Basset 131532 > 6 6 DA Keith Chicken 96728 ▲ 8 7 DA Harry Potter 90400 >> NE 8 Spike 86784 ▼ 7 9 Donkey Daz 78648 ▲ 17 10 Boshboy 72772 >> NE 11 W Mason (Stopcroft) 67800 ▼ 4 12 Rodney 67348 ▼ 12 13 DA Greyhound 62376 ▼ 10 14 Tim Terapin 56500 ▼ 14 15 Darren Seed KS08VMK 51980 >> NE 16 HAN007 41584 ▲ 44 17 FJ57SVT 40640 ▲ 155 18 Deuce Bigalow 33900 ▲ 173 19 Fawcett PX53BYM 31640 >> NE 20 BX56TLJ 31188 ▼ 13 21 Nick Howe FJ54WFE 31188 ▼ 18 22 Frosty 31188 ▼ 15 23 Flip Flop 31120 ▲ 61 24 BX54OVT 30276 ▲ 299 25 Karl YJ56KGV 28024 At No2 Orville (The Daft Duck) goes back to his old name after being called “Streethawk” for the last few weeks, The Crowman said that this name is more accurate for his character It looks like the 8th week now out of the last nine consecutive weeks that we have taken out of our yard more than 1 million bricks, the only week we missed was the week prior to Easter when we fell short with 927,400. In the media, following on from the banks collapse and the many missing trillions the they have now moved on to the “Swine Flu Pandemic” which has so far wiped out about one five hundred millionth of the worlds population. The man who I look up to for guidance in these matters Mr Crowman reckons this is how governments control and rob us with an atmosphere of fear, life is a gift, he says and life should be enjoyed not filled with mass hysteria. This weekend is a bank holiday so it’s a long one, Saturday is another bowling match at Kirkheaton and on Sunday myself, Luke and some of the guys from my old haunt the lost world may be once again walking the three Yorkshire peaks dependant on the weather which has recently taken a nosedive for the worse. Just lately though I have been feeling much more together, AA on Monday boosted my spirits quite a bit. My mate Uncle Buck still comes along and in my opinion is doing very well, anyway I will try and post a little more frequently now my head is getting a bit more together and of course I don’t catch this Swine Flu bug that’s flying about, some reckon it started in space. And finally I will finish with a joke someone sent me; Two women friends had gone for a girl's night out. Both were very faithful and loving wives, however They had got over-enthusiastic on the Bacardi Breezers. Incredibly drunk and walking home they needed to Pee, so they stopped in the cemetery. One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought She would take off her panties and use them. Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive Pair of panties and did not want to ruin them. She was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave That had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she Proceeded to wipe with that. After the girls did their business they proceeded to go home. The next day one of the woman's husband was concerned That his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said: 'These girl nights have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home with no panties!!' 'That's nothing' said the other husband, 'Mine came back with a card stuck to her arse that Said, 'From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you.'
Above piccy of Echo Beach this time last year
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