my journal

Monday, May 31, 2021

 I don't get to see friends and family as I would like but there you go.

Funny how Adil Ray gets picked on when Ben Shepherd gets away with it with impunity. You can get away with dividing people; it is done to you in real life..take on the swathes. What is less acceptable is Man City's black players getting racially vilified; that reduces football to just being a game. Blame Pep Fraudiola; City are never going to win the Champions League. It's about levels; Leicester got found out and undid a whole season as people predicted.  They would've been massacred in Champions League. The team that finished second, Ole had said players come to Man Utd to win trophies, lost to Europa specialist Emery. And then City; we thought Pep is a freak, genius manager. The League was too easy for him. Changing of the Fraud.

Sunday, May 09, 2021

 It's all mind games and I see my mum not smiling, cast aside as a peripheral figure. My reckless siblings may be complicit in this but I will not let this happen.

In Essex I'm in a good place; the work is likely to be extended. There's no discerning beer here which helps me. Some stop gaps are fine; I like public health. I'm putting my head down.

Monday, May 03, 2021

Sunday blog

 Went somewhere in Nottingham and the guy goes 'It's called Impy' As in you have with Wimpy? It's not called Impy; it's called Imperial Custard Stout by Moncada. The fridge stuff we had to find out for ourselves. Look; we've been in extended, interminable Lockdown..me and Emily had been working all day and this sort of shit isn't going to relax us but make us want to stay in. Because of Brexit our competent Eastern European comrades can't help us and the cream that remains is local laziness. Our hospitality pay rates are still shocking; we've found other work which pays much more. The reason I do this is because of loyalty to the company and because of the people. It's always about the people. I could've worked somewhere today but chose not to as lucre is not filthy enough. If I'm turning down wonga it's time for a break before the next run of shifts. Pick the right jobs, battlefields. Can't wait to get back to the covid testing; covid is still no 1. We have our bar rota and can't wait for that either. It's nice to stay up late tonight for once; Bank Hol tomorrow. 

 My work patterns are delightfully complex; outside of it my personal life is simpler. Made a new friend yesterday; she's sound. She worked at the job today I wasn't enamoured about so it was my turn to be vicarious and there were Wombles at the Wimbledon Common run.