Inchcock Today: Bother on me walk today 12/03/15

Friday 6th March 2015

A decent nights sleep last night – in between waking up a good few times but overall I reckon I got a good five hours in – I remembered some bits of the dreams I’d had too… so will get them down now before they evaporate into the ether:

A rather large but attractive lady and three men (legal types I think) were chasing me through a fun fair – I got on a dodgem car and drove it off the fairground onto the road – made it to motorway – where a St John’s ambulance stopped me and they asked to see my driving licence – as I got out of the dodgem blood streamed from my rear end – the ambulance-men rugby tackled me to the ground, pepper sprayed me and pulled me pants down… they arrested me for failing to take reasonable care of me haemorrhoids and driving under the influence of out-of-date Yorkshire tea bags – Found myself incarcerated in a brick cellar with my old Smith-Coroner word processor, Cyril me beloved old cat, with box’s of curried beans used as a desk I was sitting on, an electric chair which I had to keep getting out of to allow the Ambulance-men warders room to electrocute someone every hour or so…

There was more, lots more I know – but the facts faded fast into the unretentive mist of my foppotee mind.

I took me medications and WC’d – only to find that me piles were bleeding profusely in reality as well as my dream… of course as soon as I used the porcelain the pain started – now this is not necessarily a bad thing – as it took place above the pains from me torn Intercostal muscle, which means that the damage under me ribs must be getting somewhat better and slowly healing? Mmm, I’ve said this before I think. Not really confident about this scenario I rubbed in some more pain-gel just to be on the safe side like.

My other ailments including Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis seemed content to give me a break this morning – hope they keep it up.

Started this diary.

MPs20915hrs: Email received from the doctor – Warfarin INR level far too low at 1.7 they have increased dosage. I’m not sure if I’ve missed any doses or if the whoopsiedangleplops and torn muscle might be affecting the level?

Worrying innit?

IMG_0091I had a scrub-up and got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

Only Fred came to breakfast this morning when I took rubbish out to the bin.

I set off struggling a bit with the bags.

IMG_0092When I got on Mansfield Road I thought the new street lights reminded me of ‘The Day of the Triffids’ so took a photo of them – but they don’t show up very well.


Over the hill and down into Sherwood proper

IMG_0093I spotted that the pub had removed the scaffolding from the frontage, thus allowing me to take a better photographicalisation of the humorous sign above the doors.

I must say this tickled me when I first saw it.

But the hilarity soon turned to anger, IMG_0094frustration and verbal confrontation as I moved on down and up the hill on Mansfield Road.

First a git on a mobility scooter came belting passed me nearly clipping me one, as I got to take a photo of the imbecile he’s just clipped a woman further along the road and she was giving him some signals and a verbal message as as he just sped on from her making a woman with pram take action to avoid a collision.

I wish I could have caught up with him.

I recognised his scooter as one of those outside the pub nearly every day.

IMG_0095Moments later a BMW weighed down with dozens of packs of Cola pulled off the road between some safety fencing near the pelican lights to unload into the Pizza Roma place.

He got out looking daggers at me taking a photo, sneered said something I could not understand, but it wasn’t ‘Good morning’ I’m sure.

IMG_0096This prompted me to question his sanity in driving onto the pavement while pedestrians were there and so close to the pelican crossing.

He just swore at me and ignored me – I bet he sells a lot of Pizzas with an attitude like that. The lady who he came closest to hitting was angry, but she walked away without complaining.

I moved on a little uptight with the hassle and got to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and left the goods for them.

IMG_0097I liked the look of the picnic basket in the Hospice window and took a photo of it – I imagine there will not be many like that one around today.

The pottery was not in good condition but it evoked memories for me.

I crossed the road and took a photo towards Carrington from the hill as IMG_0098the weather or rather sky began to look threatening.

I could smell the food from the Continental hot food store and crossed back over the road to see if they had any fodder left for sale as the aroma had got me taste-buds going.

Naturally this late in the day there was not going to be much choice or fresh cooked stuff.

There was a choice of four however but I didn’t recognise any of the food and asked the assistant what the stuff that looked like grass was.

I could not pronounce what she told me it was – she said it had beef, beans and herbs in it. Anyway I asked for some with the last of the roast potatoes they had.

Popped it in me bag to reheat later at home and crossed back over the road and up the hill into Carrington.

IMG_0099As I neared the top, two, I say two pavement cyclist nits had stopped to chat with a member of the opposite sex who had a pram and everyone was having to walk around them.

I mentioned this to them as I drew close and one of the gentleman pavement cyclist suggested I go forth and multiply as he gave me a seriously threatening glare.

If he thinks that was going to scare me off he was wrong… it just happened that I had to get home to reheat me whatever it was I’d just bought – otherwise I’d have had WWarnLiethem both I can tell yer!

IMG_0100I plodded on eventually arriving back at the bomb-site to be greeted with Fatima, Fred and family wanting there dinner.

First things first – I got the nosh in the microwave. Gave in six minutes (Cause me microwave is not very powerful like) but it needed a couple of minutes more – it smelt delicious, a bit like a good beef goulash. It was a tad greasy but boy what a great taste.

Gobbled it all up in minutes, even the roast tatties were excellent.

Watched a bit of a DVD while I ate it, then started Coreldraw9 to finish this diary on and do some graphics for the TFZers.

The laptop did some funny actions and I had to restart it – then Coreldraw9 crashed, and then again and for a third time it froze – each time I had to force close the laptop and restart, each time getting messages about the power pack being either not powerful enough or not recognised?

Then I noticed the battery was 57% (55% now) and Not charging.

Really fed-up now. Driven at – verbally abused and now technology is having a go at me!

I’m not a happy lad, in fact depressed and sad. Tut!

Inchcock and his 86 hour Christmas shift – Security Career Woes

The 86 hour Christmas shift in Security Control Room

GCVinIn my ten years with the company, I had never had a day off sick, and had only been late on duty once.

With so many of the lads knocking off with sickies, and then my fellow controller joining them, I ended up working straight through for 86 hours over the holiday period.

One of the supervisors brought me in a Christmas dinner, and the night men took me off for two hours each night shift so I could wash shave and have a nod to keep going.

The Operations Manager thanked me profusely.

The Owner thanked me.

The Night Manager offered his appreciation for my commitment.

Two weeks later I was made redundant as they had out-sourced the control room duties to save cash in their effort for financial survival.

After a couple of years of being sneered at and ignored by the Job Centre plus people I gave up trying to find another job at 64 years of age.

I am now happier with my life (Using the term loosely) than I have ever been.

The hernia then the heart operation, angina, arthritis, haemorrhoids, cancer of the bowel, duodenal ulcer, torn Intercostal muscle, going deaf, and slowly losing my sanity is okay to me – as long as I do not lose me laptop, internet connection or Cyber-friends.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today: 11/03/15 – Incorporating the graphicalised marathon walk to the QMC

Wednesday 11th March 2015

0301CarringNot a good night again, dream, wake, dream, wake, WC, dream, wake, etc.

I did manage some kip around 0400hrs to 0520hrs, when I sprang awake – I could not remember any of the dreams again. Tut!

Went down and made a flask of tea, during which sadly I had a couple of dizzy spells – (just when I thought it was safe to boil the water – hehe!). I ran the scolded fingers under the tap for a minute or so and applied some cream.

0302MR1The interscostal muscle was I think a little less painful though, and Arthur Itis was good – Anne Gyna was a bit persistent again, the ulcer no bother though – damned dizzies might be set it for a while – just a feeling – I hope not, I hate having them. That feeling of impotency and inability to do anything to stop them is frustrating.

Got to go to the QMC today for me INR Warfarin level tests – it’s raining outside at the moment, so I’ll do an anti-rain dance in a bit (Only joking!).

0303GBWC’d – during which I got a sense of what one of the dreams last night was about, but by the time I’d discovered the bleeding piles and tended to them I’d forgotten again. It’s odd that to me – I can remember remembering but could not remember what I’d remembered? Does this happen to others?

I potted about and got the nurses nibbles in the bag ready for later – made sure me INR record card was in me pocket with the bus-pass and me Emergency Card was in me jacket. Put me camera in the bag too.

0304GBLaptop on to start this diary.

I must try to get back from the hospital and try to get some graphics done for the TFZers, hopefully the fatigue that overcame me yesterday will not prevent me and Coreldraw9 will not crash – I’ve given up on Serif Draw x6, that seems to crash too regularly.

I decided that as I was feeling a bit better today – I’d walk it all the way to the QMC for me INR Warfarin level tests so as to catch up on me walks I’ve missed while feeling poorly. (I get these impulses every now and 0305GBthen – I think it’s something to do with being thrown in the canal when I five years old?).

I had a good scrub-up and got the things ready for the outing.

Determinedly, and foolishly full of confidence I set off nice and early.

The graphicalised tale of the journey to the hospital is in the graphics on the right hand side of the post.

0305StPI thought you might like to scroll down and read me comments wot I printed on the photographs to get the best out of them like? Please let me know if this idea was not a good one – I’m used to failure and promise not to sulk if it didn’t work.

The entire journey took me 1 hour & 57 minutes.

Well above me record time, even me average time for this journey.

0306StPBut then again I was not racing or rushing missen, and I did stop many times to take the photographs like.

The weather was kind throughout.

Worth repeating was that at every traffic lights there was somebody wearing a plastic or cardboard billboard advertising Pizza Hut collect only: Any size Pizza at £6.99.

Every one of the poor lost soles walking around looked absolutely pee’d off and depressed.

0307ArtI wonder how much they get paid for standing around on street corners looking twits?

Poor devils…

On Triumph Road – now taking over by college students establishments – long gone are all the business that used to dominate this road – no Player’s factories now, Transport depots, Coopers etc. the new college buildings especially the multi-coloured big one shaped like a wedge or something out of Thunderbirds and some of the students looked a bit like puppet character ‘Virgil’ from the 0308Pizzaprogramme as they passed me by.


The ‘wedge’ building on the University of Nottingham Jubille campus there seems to be having work of some sort done on the exterior ever since it’s been built in June 2009 I think – surely the architects must be a little embarrassed by their claim that: ‘The three new landmark buildings and a striking new piece of public art create a gateway and a strong new identity for the campus, emphasising the university’s modernity and 0309Cl1sustainability’.


I see the first part of Triumph Road is now being got ready for being built on by the University.

This area was occupied the old Gasometers from the gas works – they closed I think about 1980? I’m not sure and cannot find an actual date on the web either.

0310Cl1The land is still not considered safe enough to build on top of apparently.

I had a burk-on-a-bike come flashing passed me from behind as I went underneath the walk-over in one of the new buildings.

I hate it when some unthinking pratt of a pavement cyclist does that to me – 0311Cl1in fact these dung inhabitants are possibly my most hated species of turd after politicians and paedophiles.

Yes, they are my most hated species of turd after politicians and paedophiles!

As I walked along Derby road on me journey into the unknown and stopped to cross the pelican lights – another 0312Derbyrat-bag on a bike came from behind between the pedestrian and crossed part way making us (the poor pedestrians) move out of his way.

I didn’t know I could hate this much.

I completed the journey and arrived in the bright sunshine at the entrance to the QMC.

I made my way to the haematology dep’t and much to my surprise found only a handful of people waiting to go in – then I realised that I’d set out really early and so found it a delight to have my number called out 0313qmcwithin minutes.

There was a new nurse who took me samples and we had a nice chin-wag.

After she professionally dealt with me, I left them their nibbles and cheerily left walking out into the sunshine again and over the road to catch a bus into town.

0314qmcWhen one came, I was told by the driver I was too early to use me free pensioners bus pass.

I did feel a fool – did it again!

I got off and had a look at me mobile to get the time and it was 0925hrs – so only five minutes before I could use it.

0315busSo I had a walk for a few bus stops.

I caught a bus at the Olde Lenton Lodge bus stop into the City. (The Lenton Lodge is now a storeplace for Mercedes – so sad!)

The bus was nearly full (I imagine with the gaggle of us old folk using our bus-passes, Hehe)

I got off the bus off early anf walked down to the library, where I another dizzy. Sat down and read a bit of a book by Harry Secombe’s brother Fred Secombe (Anglican Priest in the Church of Wales) entitled ‘ How Green was my Curate’.

It was so humorous I got carried away with it, two and a half hours later I left the library.

I poddled to Tesco in the Victoria centre and got some bits.

Bread Tins, Fresh Cream Apple turnovers, Cornish Pastiesm Bacon/Cheese Burgers and some fine Frank’s.

Oh and a nasal spray to help clear me clogged nose.

0315noshWalked towards the bus stop, dropping some seeds and meal-worms for the pigeons en-route to Trinity Square.

Took some ‘Bling’ photographs for the TFZ gals.

Caught the bus okay and dropped off at the co-op and walked back to the dump – feeding Fatima and Fred on the way.

WC’d. No blood.

Made a cuppa and had it with one of the apple turnovers but was not impressed with it, all sugar and hard bits of apple – I may write to David Cameron about this…

Started (usual message about incorrect power pack) laptop and did a graphic for the header – halfway through Coreldraw9 froze – Huh!

Tried again and it let me – slowly!

I later looked for me INR record sheet but could not find it. I sat puzzling what I could have done with it – aha thunk I – bet I used it as a book mark at the library when I had to call at their porcelain…? I’ll call in tomorrow and ask them – although if it is there, the address is on it an they might send it on to me – I’ll call in tomorrow.

Tonight perhaps Cornish pasty and potatoes? Franks and beans?… er… Burger and beans? Spoilt fer choice ain’t I?

Inchcock Today: Tue 10th March 2015 – The Pain Persists!

Monday 9th March 2015

Here is the first part of me Diary for today: Written in sad rhyme because I knew I would be housebound again today due to the ailments playing up – and not wanting to risk carrying me bags of laundry to the launderette and making the pain from me intersostal torn muscle any worse.

Thus I had the time to be a little creative in me blog of the day – and the concentrating helped keep the agony I was in at bay! (Haha).


I made another cuppa and stayed close to the porcelain in the bathroom. After making the above ode and planting it in the post – I called Big John to tell him I won’t be going to the launderette and to give my love to the girls there… he had the speaker on hands-free and I heard Grizelda laugh as she heard me talking. As long as that happens – me making someone laugh – I’m a happy Nottingham lad.

Did some Facebooking (5 hours) and crossed me fingers and used Coreldraw9 to try to make some graphics up.

Can’t concentrate for some reason.

Then the internet went down – all the lights were on go and okay – but no connection.

It came back on a few hours later – Phew!

Must remember tomorrow is me INR Warfarin level checks at the Queens Medical Centre.

Tired now – and I’ve done nowt really.

On checking before posting I realised what a mess I’d made of the graphic – too weary to bother sorting it now.

TTFN all.