is something you only tell to one person at a time, right? And this blog is such a minority taste that publishing here is, on average, telling fewer than one person at a time. So I’m not really about to break a promise …
Someone just showe me some documents from a compensaiton claim put forward by a scaffolder who injured himself a couple of years ago, and since then has done more or less fuck all but wait for the money to come in. As part of his struggle, he was asked to keep a diary. I quote from memory, but the last entry is verbatim.
Life is shit. feel crap all the time. Broke. Borrowing off family and anyone else who’ll lend me money. No money for presents for kids. On Christmas day girlfriend comes round to see me. We drink four bottles of wine and stay in bed all day. Life is shit.
and so on, all blank, until:
Excitement! The two towers means there is something to watch on TV for the next two weeks.
Start telling people Mel [girlfriend] is pregnant.
Western Civilisation (Essex division). You have to love it.