thanks for nothing.

by jack dee.
it's in wifey's book case.
along with slip knot (don't ask ).
gary rhodes,gordon ramsay,
a collection of other oddities,
and litterary representations of the weird and wonderful.
( that being a matter of opinion of course).
i won't tell HER that i'm reading it.
i shall just keep a note of the last chapter that i read.
as with nigel slater's "toast".
acerbic wit,
and sarcasm.
i love it.
i wonder if dave allen wrote anything.
jools holland,
he was a sarcastic bastard.
brilliant.

wifey's spending a lot of time at the hospital right now.
her mother is not in good health.
apparently.
it's a worry.
when she came home from her dad's funeral,
a few years back.
withdrawn,sullen,hurting,and obviously upset by it all.
withdrawn that is,
until we went to bed.

we shagged,
or rather SHE shagged,
like never before.

and if something happens to her mum,
like must surely,
inevitably happen to my mum,
your mum,
everybody's mum(if it hasn't already ),
i don't want to seem insensitive,
and NO,
it's not funny,
but,oh dear.
and as for going down on her,
it just isn't going to happen.
i'm sorry.

2ltrs of taurus,
aldi's 5.3,
almost gone.
good thing i bought two.

and i thoroughly recommend the "cowbell"cheese-slices.

well,
i've had SOME sleep.
hopefully not enough to fuck my night up.
but it probably has.

another totally "nothing weekend".
simply a matter of waiting for monday night.
although it IS nice not to be working for a couple of nights.
i DO need the week to end.
and there be a short recess.

i've been checking out the job situation.
there's fuck all.

i really shouldn't complain as much as i do.

waiting for wifie to bugger off so i can read a few more chapters.

i really don't want to spend all day in bed.
would like to get out and do some shopping tomorrow.

chapter5.