February 2013

When I took this I was talking to a bloke drinking a can of White Lighting (cider made from the finest apple like product from China) who was on his way home from work.

Portsmouth's Spinnaker Tower from the Isle of Wight ferry

Portsmouth’s Spinnaker Tower from the Isle of Wight ferry

My mother asleep in hospital

My mother asleep in hospital

I pay £10 a month to GiffGaff for blah blah the usual, which includes internet, 3G, access. I usually get on the internet with my phone via WiFi, but 2 trips in 3 days proved I have no 3G. I had real difficulties today. I can rely on my own wits, but if I have just use my wits I don’t need to be paying £10 a month to a shite, pretend we are of the people, mobile network.

I have twice asked their ‘agents’ why I have no 3G, and have got no reply. I can fecking well get WiFi with no SIM, and for a little over £10 a month I can get 3G and a new phone, I will take this off if the tossers at GiffGaff answer my questions, if they do not I will be getting a new SIM by month’s end.

I had a holiday today. I would have liked it to be in Finland and then Sweden, visiting cousins, and the money spent today would have been spnet on a League Cup Final ticket if I had not been thinking about more important things, but it was a cracking day.

Clear and sunny sky all day, and the only down side was leaving my insulin in the fridge (as Bev said How old are you? How long have you been a diabetic!?). I reverted to a beer only diet, with some Pusser’s Rum and a bag of peanuts for variety.

If I manage to download then upload photos I will talk more about Brading (cute station and the Snoty Fox where me and the landlady had a deep discussion about Terry Pratchett); the 1940’s Underground railway carriage; and the amazingly thin and young looking Harriet at the Village Inn at Old Shanklin.

I also must mention the Emma Hamilton just by The Hard in Portsmouth. The train I was on to Portsmouth Harbour was cancelled when we got to Fratton, and the guard was sorry, and told us none of the crew had any idea it would be until they stopped at the station; that meant I missed the ferry by 5 minutes. I would have gone for a fried breakfast, but with no insulin I went to the pub for a beer and rum chaser, and was glad I did.

Like it said on the title: Isle of Wight is a grand day out. Crossing the Solent was a sea voyage and I had no thought of myself or family (apart from when I was telling stories about the one or other) so a proper holiday.

I went to New Maldon in south west London yesterday to see AFC Wimbledon play, and beat, Bradford City.

I had a great day out. The ground was old fashioned and we could stand on a terrace. I met a lot of folk from the days went I followed City home and away. It was like watching City when I first started in 1981, the biggest difference was that when City let two goals in in the last ten minutes after being 0-1 up, the second being in the last minute, I did not get upset and angry. Wimbledon had not scored a goal at home all season and then they get 2 against a team playing in the League Cup final next week! It makes City getting enough point for automatic promotion very hard, and most City fans were upset, but for me it was just part of a good day; even the fact that I have no ticket for the final is just fate not tragic.

I have finished painting ma’s stairs, the big wall by them, and laying carpet tiles on the surface. She had carpet and underlay which has always been unsafe, and when I pulled them off stair by stair I could feel the dirt hitting my legs through my trousers! It’s been a real drag of a job. Everything needed at least 3 coats and the gloss especially did not meet any of its claims for drying or coverage. Still, the job’s done and looks well.

Mother looked fitter today than she has since she cracked her head, which is good, but she is nowhere near as fit as she was before the accident. The latest from the hospital is that she will be sent home, but no date has been thought of yet. They have promised me 2 days notice before she is sent home, so I have a chance to get down and be there to welcome her home.

I have been working hard painting, decorating and making her house more safe. Even if her physical abilities had not changed there is a massive amount of stuff needs doing because my dad fought every change to the house.

I got phoned up by BBC’s Look North today for the second time in a month, and for the second time they just wanted Dave Pedleton’s phone number. They are doing a piece about the high cost of League Cup final tickets. Bradford City Vs Swansea. The city I have spent most of my life in versus the city I was born in. I did want to go, and was offered a chance, but with ma being so ill let the chance slip, and now it is too late.

I was in Crawley last week walking along when I got aggressively beeped by a tosser on a trout trolley who went past me, pointed at the cycle lane and kipper carriage sign by the pavement I was on. He was only slightly older than me and raced away at at least 12 mph!

He was stopped at some traffic lights up the pavement and I happened to need some cardiovascular, and I took the opportunity to point out that the speed limit for him was 4 mph and added some descriptive phrases. A dangerous tosser is a dangerous tosser regardless of age, creed colour or leisure preferences.

btw. the diy anger management programme seems to be working quite well.

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