Come today as I was walking past a Local Funeral Home, there were people standing outside of it that I knew, so I went across to them to say hello and to find out who it was, it turned out to be a very dear friend who had broke his neck about six weeks ago, by falling over something and landing on his neck the wrong way.

Here are my thoughts on this:  I knew my friend was in a bad way and for some strange weird reason I got unwell as well, hence me not feeling to good on the 29th.  My friend past on the 30th, the day I wasn’t able to do anything at all so I had to say in bed.  I would love to hear your thoughts on this so please leave your comments below!

Thank you and may Peter rest in peace ,

Hugh

Part Two Tomorrow!

I would love to hear your thought on the video, why not leave a comment below!

Thanks

I have no idea what so ever but I was in a really bad mood, I went to bed in an OK mood, got up like a bear with a sore head, if you had of looked at me the wrong way I would have bite your head off just for looking at me.  Still no idea why?

I am writing this at 04.52, so I hope I am in a far better mood when I get up again.

Speak tomorrow

I think it was about two years or so ago, I was having a really bad day, got in with a really bad crowd.  I was trying to get some sleep on my sofa, so I had a duvet lying on the sofa, the night before I had hardly no sleep as so of the people I should not having known had came over to my flat at about 03.00, BTW as far as I can rember it was a Saturday night so I hardly slept anyway but as these people where on god knows what, I had to let them in as my front door was very easy to be ‘kicked in.’  They had managed to get some acohol from some where just beers, thankfuly, no spirits.  They sat at my place until about 08.00 then they cleared off someplace else, I think they might have went home.

My arm, now two years later.

Three people, two friends, and another person I shoulded have known but I had because he was going with a friend of mine at the time.  Called up to see me, I tried telling them I was trying to get some sleep but they talked they’re way in, I guess they could see I was pretty down that day but all I wanted to do was sleep.  They started pissing me off, I lost the plot, started trashing my own stuff, picked up my 24′ TV and threw it on the floor, started booting it while it was still on the floor and plug it and turned on!! Then I picked up a broken bottle of beer that was left from eariler, start to cut myself on my left forearm, they stopped, looked at me & for some weird fucked up reason, they began to laugh, (These cuts, were quite deep.)  Second fucked up thing, (my head was totaly shot by this stage) I began rubbing my right hand on the left forearm that I had cut a short time before, so now they ran off, down stairs to where that friend lived.  A short time later her friend and her came up to see how I was, phoned the ambulance so I could go and get the cuts on my left arm looked at.

I was in the A&E (Accident and Emergency, like ER in the States), for that night, I had to fluids as I must have lost some blood, another problem, I had no money, none what so ever, Nada.  So how did I get home, I had to walk it (probably a distance of 10 – 15 miles) walked along a motorway (which you are not supposed to do, as it is against the law) but by this time I could not give two flying fucks if I was dead or alive.  The Police saw me walking on the motorway, were very nice and friendly (luckly for me they didn’t arrest me) They dropped me of at a service station, one police man was nice enough to give me £1 to get something to eat and drink. I continued walking, I then saw a lorry that was going for Larne, thumbed him down, and got a lift home with him.

I think that was the worst Ihave ever been!! And I hope I never get to be like that again.  I can tell you that for free.

So till tomorrow.

I have decided to ask you about how you are with eating as at the moment I am not so good!

OK, I got up today at around 16.00 as I had went to bed at 06.00 or so, and around the first time I had ate since I got up was 05.15, It is me or is this just so fucking bad?

Over the last few day I have been eating like a horse but today I left it over 12 hours before I decided to eat and it wasn’t as though I had to stand in the kitchen over the cooker, nope all I had to do was whack something in the microwave

So my question is why did I leave it so long to have something to eat? I would love to hear from you about how you get on with eating when you are in an OK mood, leave comments below.

Thank you.

I have started to eat like a horse for some weird reason, My wife, Jennifer, thinks i am eating for her! I don’t know why but hey she is a women after & us men can’t read a woman mind to save our lives.

Please, leave some comments or thoughts below & thank you for taking the time to read this, it really does mean a lot to me.

Hugh

Enough bitshing about my life, more later.