General Election 2015: Some things that make you wonder whether to vote or not…

18/04/2015 / Inchie / 6 Comments

We look at the escapades of our past and present MPs like Blair, Brown and more…

Should we have voted them in – they’ve all lied – more than once before,

Blair with his Ploutomania and addiction to killing and war,

Cameron out to kill-off the NHS that’s certainly for sure,

Cleggy his pet supporter has a lot to answer for.

Nigel will fail, despite his being cocksure,

Vince Cable a man of whom I am suspicious and unsure,

Their lies, cheating and fiddling we seem to ignore?

I might be uneducated and rather poor,

And been guilty of voting for one of em before,

Now this lot I hate, they make me teeth sore!

Written by Inchcock on Saturday 18th April 2015 while he was suffering from rumbling innards and frequently demanding trips to the porcelain – Where he naturally was inspired to make this ditty as he thought of Britain’s Members of Parliament

No NHS patients, unemployed personages, or disabled people were harmed in the creation of this load of rubbish.

Houses of Parliament – Animal Farm

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Animal Farm 2015

Fri 17.4.15 – Inchcock Today – Dizzies

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Friday 17^th April 2015

Woke late at gone eight, in a right state.

Still, I reckon I got in a good 7 hours kip last night/this morning.

Made a cuppa and some porridge and took me medications ASAP.

Spilled me tea – swore got scolded on me ankle and went down stairs to make another cuppa – in fact I made a flask of tea this time.

Took a photograph of the ominous looking sky as I returned to start the laptop and do some Facebooking, then finish and post yesterdays Diary.

I found some scribbled notes that I had apparently written in an effort to recall the dreams I’d been having? Had to read them with and very few actual memories of the dreams remaining in my befuddled brain, but here’s the gist of it from the notes wot I had wrote like.

I was running in the countryside, had to get somewhere urgently – came to some houses and ran into the garden – car in the driveway – man and woman came out – I realised I was naked, grabbed a giant nappy and wrapped it around myself – (Can’t read this bit) – pushing the car to get it to start with man and woman inside it, engine fired and they would not let me get in and drove off – Running again on road now caught up with a flat-back Ford Thames lorry stopped at a road junction in village, tried to climb in the back of it – People I felt I knew kept throwing me off the lorry, each time I bounced on giant sponge cake back up into the back of the lorry to be ejected again, this seemed to go on for hours? – A man said something to the others and a tall man with a beard got out a gun and shot me in the head – I floated above the listening to them talking (Can’t recall what they said) for a while and then I found myself on the sea-bed as a shrimp and was eaten by a an eel or snake. That’s all…

I cannot really recall making these notes – odd innit?

Did a bit of Facebooking and as I did, felt the warm wet sensation of the bleeding haemorrhoids.

Got up and cleaned myself, noticed more new spots on me legs and arms. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both being kind to me. The coughing continues. The growth on me back remains painful when touched. The reflux valve is not playing up at all yet. Despite me ailment being easier, I have a feeling of apprehension again?

Took me BP and Temp using me new machines: BP: Sys 145 Dys 78 Pulse 83 Temp. 33.3c (91.94f) still no idea what they should all be? I’ll call in the chemists (If I remember) on me walk to the tram later and ask them.

Got missen cleaned up and polished and got the things ready for me walk into town and tram-ride to Hucknall.

Set off, remembering to call at the Chemists to ask the Pharmacist about me BP and Temper readings. She muttered something about not easy, can’t define then said they’ll do.

I thanked her and left.

Down the road and into Gregory Boulevard where I took a shot of the Forest Recreation ground – and the lack of Nottinghomians using it this not so warm windy Saturday morning.

A sturdy couple of Asians, man and wife were braving the weather and having a stroll through with the lady ten paces behind. I thought that’s nice them getting out like that.

I hobbled on, still feeling a tad confused with everything about and around me? Maybe today is the day I lose it? Hehe

Not many folk about at the tram-stop.

Remembered to swipe me pensioners free bus-pass before boarding the very full tram.

I decided to travel to Hucknall first to try and see if I could purchase some of the Marmite breadsticks at the large Tesco store there, as all other places I’ve tried have not had them in stock.

Got into Hucknall and took me life in my hands by following the red painted pedestrian priority route through the massive car park – had to manoeuvre around cars en route to the exit.

Over the road and into the Tesco Extra store.

No Marmite breadsticks in stock, but I did get some Marmite crisps, and Burtons Fish & Chip salt & vinegar biscuits and Lemon Curd pots though.

One of my hearing aids packed up and that made the conversation with the lady on the till a little farcical.

Also got some Tesco brand BBQ beans (50p) to have tonight with me rather delicious looking RibWorld BBQ spare ribs I had delivered via Iceland the other day.

On me hobble back to the tram terminus I had a bit of a nasty dizzy. But it cleared okay.

Got to the tram platform and swiped me card then noticed a Nottinghomian lady taking notice of all the Danger and Warning signs as she almost fell off the platform so deep into reading her free newspaper, she crossed over the line doing this. No jumper on in the wind either, sturdy gal.

In the distance was the tram arriving, at least when I took the photograph – having posted it on here I can’t see it? ‘The Ghost Tram?’

A lot of folk got on the tram and it was standing room only for some – the music echoing from the youngsters machines, the kids screaming balling and mock-crying, the parent in a world of their own on their mobiles. I just sat there and passed wind – involuntarily mind!

I dropped off at Bulwell tram station and took a photo of a tram going in the opposite direction into Hucknall – from behind the Mobile CCTV monitoring van that Group 4 and Derby Security run for the council.

They caught a bloke having a go at the tram driver – they didn’t actually do anything about it though.

My old instincts kicked in from me Security days and I foolishly went over onto the platform to assess the situation, by then the tram had left and the man had gone? I inquired of the lady in the pink coat of what had occurred and it seems it was a bit of fun between the driver and an off-duty driver. Good job too.

Waddled to the bridge over the river into the Front Street and came across a bit of Nottingham Street Art near the barriers.

Surprisingly these still fresh looking chips had not been eaten by the ducks, pigeons or even the sea-gulls!

Doesn’t say a lot for the take-away food shops in Bulwell does it?

Had another dizzy as I walked by the river.

Pavement pedestrians were rife again around here.

If I tried to take a photo of them all me batteries would have ran out – Tsk!

I was going to take a walk around the back road and back into the bus-station but an altercation taking place between some lads outside the pub made me change me mind, and I caught a bus there and then back to Carrington.

Dropped off on Hucknall Road and to the flea-pit – to find a letter from the postman telling me they had tried to deliver a parcel and they had left it at the local Hucknall Road Post Office for me to collect.

I couldn’t think of any Post office on Hucknall Road so looked it up on the web.

Map on the right is where it is.

It is a pressie for me from Shirley Blamey and Mike Steeden – and will not be easy for me to carry that distance – Local?

Bloody hell what a trek in my condition to carry that back home.

No I’ll never manage that. I’ll have to go begging again to Big John for a lift – gawd how embarrassing. I’ll give him a ring tomorrow and ask him.

WC’d put some cream on me growth in me shoulder and took me medications.

Set about preparing me Spare-ribs and beans.

Had some pickled beetroot with it. It looked delicious…

Well the beans and beetroot were nice – as for the spare-ribs – Eurgh!. Fatty and tasteless, bland.

Won’t be trying them again in a hurry I can tell yers. Huh!

Remember the name: RibWorld – and avoid it to avoid disappointment!

Fell asleep.

Woke an hour or so later – still passing wind involuntarily – Updated this diary.

Did some Facebooking.

No signs of drifting off yet… Tsk!

Thurs 16.4.15: Inchcock Today – New second-hand jacket for Inchy…

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Thursday 16^th April 2015

Got in a good seven hours dream filled sleep at last. Must have needed it.

Again I can’t recall any of the dreams – damn it!

Took me BP, WC’d and went down and made a flask of tea.

Took a photo of Fatima and Fred as I gave them their breakfast. Started the laptop to put the photograph on here and realised I’d not put me mem card back in the camera. Huh!

The haemorrhoids are stinging somewhat this morning, but no bleeding

Started to create the header and Coreldraw9 froze again! Gnash!

Did a bit of Facebooking and then got missen polished and fer me little hobble to the Nottingham Hospice shop.

Toddled down to the chemist and asked them about whether I could just take the empty packets from the medications with me to the Treatment Centre to save avoid the risk of me losing the medications en route to or from the appointment. All I got was “Mmm, you’d think so!”

I purchased a thermometer while I was there, the instructions looked like Braille to me, so tiny.

I left and started me walk into Sherwood to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

No sunshine today, but it wasn’t windy or cold.

The coughing started again en-route. Tut!

No signs of any pavement cyclists yet – but I was certain to come across one or two later on my walk.

To the top of the hill and took a photo of the skyline.

Very little traffic about – still Mr Mercedes managed to park in the bus lane and near the brow of the hill.

Naughty boy!

Down the hill and up the next one to the Hospice shop and donated me bits and pieces, then purchased a sleeveless jacket that had many pockets in it – one for me free bus-pass, one for me emergency medical card, one for me Warfarin alert card, one for me Police Pegasus at risk card… etc. I just hope when I get it back to the flea-pit there are no holes in the pockets.

Mind you, then I’ve got to remember which thing is in which pocket! Heheh!

And it only cost me £3.

Bit of a bargain… must check it out later for as I say, any holes in the pockets.

Had a bit of a chin-wag with the ladies in the shop and gave them some nibbles in thanks of what they are doing to help others.

Walked back down the hill and was tempted by the wonderful aroma from the cooking at the Nibbles Hot Food take away shop…

I joined the queue and got myself a small tray of Roast Pork an roast potatoes.

I didn’t take this photo, it is a Screen grab from Google maps wot I just used.

I walked on towards the dump and s I was passing near the Post Office on Mansfield Road – I saw a young Pavement Cyclist really clogging it toward me as he weaved speedily and dangerously between and around the pedestrians.

I fumbled to get me camera out and by then he’s gone passed me, I swung round and took a photo blindly but he’s gone by then.

As I walked up the hill I spotted a unique piece of Nottingham Street Art by the side of the wall. No idea what it was but felt it was possibly might have been some sort of goggles?

Mystery Object this one.

I plodded on and at the junction the Nottingham City Police Dog vehicle passed by at great speed with blues and twos activated.

As I approached St Peter’s Church a rapidly moving Pavement Cyclist came passed me very closely and then pressed the pelican lights further up the road and cycled over onto the pavement on the other side of the road. Tsk!

Up Church Drive and through a gang of about 6 wannabe young yobs who threw insults and threats at me as I hobbled through them trying to avoid being hit by one of the footballs they were kicking about while smoking roll-ups?

I’ve learnt better that to reply to these junior scum-merchants baiting – but it irked me to have to just hobble away saying nothing again. Put me on a low that did.

Got in the flea-pit depressed – WC’d and warmed up me take-away meal. Grand it was – marvellous… the roast potatoes were burnt just like wot they are when I had an oven and made em… Mmm!

Laptop on and continued with editing this Diary.

Did some Facebooking then got me head down and within 5 hours I think I nodded off. Tsk!

Thoughts in Prose on the UK Elections May 2015

16/04/201516/04/2015 / Inchie / 2 Comments

It ain’t easy selecting who to vote for is it midduck?

Is there a candidate who is not a liar or a crook?

Find one and you’ll find yourself thunderstruck!

And do you really give a hoot or a flipping cluck?

Maggie closed the pits and factories down she did,

John Major turned out to bit of damp squid,

Tony Blair damaged the Labour Party to be candid,

Gordon Brown went deaf and turned the UK rancid,

Then Cameron aided by nifty Nick Clegg made their bid,

The 2011 summer riots cost tax-payers a pretty few quid!

The thought of voting for any of these turds is vile,

Nigel has panache and is a misleading Anglophile,

Cameron, well ought to be put on trial,

Nick’s past tricks one can only revile,

Ed’s got no humph or any style.

Wanker Osborne? He’s the Bankers friend!

There are no depths to which they will not descend,

There’s none on which you can depend,

Their extinction you could recommend?

Their nummamorousness we can’t comprehend,

Perhaps it’s time for the world to end?

Wed15/4/15: Inchcock Today – Befuddled with life…

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Wednesday 15^th April 2015

Stirred to life in seconds – full of apprehensions fears, coughing and shivering?

Weird that – unless it was something to do with the dreams I’d had but can’t remember owt off?

Did me blood pressure, that turned out to be: Sys 162 – Dia 93 – Pulse 88. Still no idea what it should be mind?

The trees in the photo wot I took out of the window have some greening some not yet – I wish I knew a little more about nature – come think of it, I wish I knew a little more about a lot of things.

Took me medications, passed a single tiny involuntary ‘splurb’ of wind and thought “Phwor… wus that me?”.

Did some Facebooking and remembered thanks to me keen, alert, sharp young brain (And the alarm wot I set last night to remind me) that I had an Iceland delivery coming later.

I’d forgotten I’d got me INR tests today when I ordered the Iceland stuff, so it looks like being a long day fer me.

Got a letter from the GP surgery today: Telling me of my appointment at the Circle NHS treatment centre next Tuesday at 1440hrs.

It tells me I must take all medicines I am currently taking in the original labelled packaging to every appointment? I’ll never be able to carry that lot with me! I’ll show the pharmacist the letter today and see what he says on me way to me Warfarin IJNR level tests at the QMC. (Forgot – Tsk)

Can anyone really expect me to remember to take them all and then put em back in the proper order, or not to lose them en route, or drop some? Oh dear!

Started this Diary while waiting for the Iceland delivery.

Took some bags out to the bins.

Fatima and Fred with friend flew down for breakfast and I fed em.

Delivery arrived and I put the stuff away – some of it anyway.

The sun was out, and even I was warm this afternoon as I plodded down to the bus-stop to catch a bus into town.

Changed buses on Milton Street and caught a Y8 bus out to the QMC for me INR Warfarin level tests.

The sun was even stronger as I entered the Queens Medical Centre entrance and hobbled to the haematology for me tests.

Took me ticket and was in within five minutes.

I gave the nurses their nibbles and showed them the letter about me taking me medications in with me and two of the lasses took a look at it for me.

They suggested I take the empty boxes of each of me medications with me next Tuesday – good idea I thought, thanked them and was soon back out in the sunshine.

One of them suggested I take a look to see if any new spots moles or growths had appeared lately and take a photo of them with me to the Treatment Centre appointment.

I caught another bus (Oh the wonderment of me free pensioners bus-pass, the freedom and bliss!) to Bulwell to try and get some more of the Baby potatoes in herb and butter for later int week.

Arrived at Bulwell bus-station and trotted over to the river Leen, where I took this photo of some kids enjoying the simple pleasures in the rivers shallow murky waters.

The photo gives an impression of family joy and contentment – if you could have heard the f’ing and blinding that was coming from some of the kids mouths though…oh dearie me!

The gaggle of unemployed personages outside the Job Centre was depressing – so much so I decided not to take a photo of the poor devils as they sat on the wall drinking lager and listening to their music on their i-pods.

I walked along the riverside to try and get a photo of the mallard geese – but the arrival of six apprentice yobboes giving it some mouth spitting and drinking made me change me mind and I wobbled directly to the market place.

For some reason memories of when I worked there at a Marsden’s store in 1963 flooded back to me.

I got to the store and got me potatoes and some bread and some tomatoes and some… well I bought too much again. Tsk!

Popped into the cheapo shop and got some 6 pack crisps at 2 for a quid! Spare-rib flavour?

On my way back to the bus-station I took a photo of some ‘Bling’ for the TFZ gals. They were very reasonably priced (Second hand) rings of various types.

I rather liked the pink one middle row second from the left.

Managed to avoid the pavement cyclists on me way back again to catch the bus – two bags to carry now so no chance of getting a photo of ’em.

On Hucknall Road, just before Carrington the bus stopped opposite the Rajah Foods store that opened early last year. The owner has kept it looking clean and well presented, and spends a bit on advertising leaflets.

But I have never been passed when anyone was actually in the shop shopping? I wondered how they made it pay?

Note the arthritic fingers holding the camera in the reflection from the bus window? They’re mine yer know! Not the bus windows… the fingers like.

Got in the flea-pit and after WC duties had a wash up and made me nosh for the day.

I overcooked the meat thingy and the outer casing was inedible even for me – Huh!

Ate the food and fell asleep.

Woke up three hours later and laptop on, passed wind, belched and updated this diary.

Took me medications with some lime and lemon flavoured spring water. Better late than never.

As I changed me things I noticed there were some new spots and tiny growths on me legs – so took a photo as the nurse suggested to take with me next Tuesday – caught me Arthritic Knees rather well I thought?

Fingers crossed I don’t delete it meantime.

Did a bit of Facebooking and started a blog post A poem about the Elections this May – but not happy with it yet, it’ll need a lot of editing methinks.

Hey-ho…

Inchcock Party: May 2015 Election – Shadow Minister’s Portfolios

15/04/201515/04/2015 / Inchie / 8 Comments

As part of the Inchcock Parties ‘No Secrets Ruling’, as discussed and passed in the Leg of Mutton Arms snug last Wednesday night – we hereby present the portfolios, views and complete range of investments held by each of the Parties Top Shadow Ministers.

We approached each prospective member and asked them to supply details of their investments and holdings openly – so that voters in the 2015 May elections can understand the worthiness and honesty of each of our prospective MPs.

Shadow Prime Minister: Clivey-boy Danton

Apart from being a part shareholder in a casino or two, West Ham bookies, owning a few second hand car showrooms, Watchit Solicitors, an interest in Gregowskis & Farage Romanian Wine and Tobacco Importers, Documentational Reproductions Inc, an investment in me brothers Walthamstow Dog Track, West Ham Sports Supplies, Lighter Watches and Mobile phone supplies and shares in various breweries I have little in the way of financial investments. I lead a quiet life and attend the Chapel when I am not doing charity work for the Kray brothers inspired Danny Soz Young Ladies Appreciation Society yer know. The wife Jilly supports me on most of my political activities. Convincing her that a few jars down the Abbey Arms to encourage the locals to vote for me is part of those duties is hard – but she does welcome me back home after a hard nights campaigning and helps clear me head stomach and mind in readiness for the next days challenges. There’s no doubt about it, I am a Red Tory with affiliations to the I Hate Blair movement and National Socialism in it’s milder form. So there you have it in a nutshell – that reminds me I’ll have get me creams rubbed in – see you later… “Jill…. Jill…”

Shadow Minster of Transport: Mike Steedenski

Before I became a complete and utter alcoholic and had to turn to politics as a career, I used to be a Police Officer. Fair enough, some of the jobs I had to do didn’t turn out right I admit this – especially me traffic controlling skills. So I moved on to become a part-time PA and Brewery Bottled Ales tester. I lost that Ale Testers job when they found me sober twice in six months. So when I was blackmailing Inchcock threatening to reveal all about his unnatural desires for Shemales and his drinking addiction to Dandylion & Burdock in an effort to get some cash together, we came up with the idea of starting a new political party see? So here we are like. As for investments, back-handers and profit from hustling… I’ll ask the missus Shirl (Councillor Shirley Blamey, Shadow Minister of Education) to type out a list fer you later when she gets back from her sponsored fact finding trip to the Bahamas to compare their figures with those of the UK on the European Spadefoot Toad mating habits within the confines of urban areas between 0500hr and 1000hrs on weekdays when it isn’t raining. She should be back in six months or so. Mind you I’d hate anyone to think that the donation I received to my campaign funds from Inchcock himself was in any way bribery or backhanding – and I’d like to thank him now for the 25p.

Shadow HM Treasurer: Marissa Bergen

I think I could be of benefit to the UK as Treasury minister – and at the same time give the Europe lot a poke in the eye by having an American minister in the Government? Being a Politician, Banker, Rock-n-Roll Supermom, Musician and very good with numbers as well, I believe an Inchcock Government would be good for the country. My investments are mostly in the banking world – I moved out of the oil share thing when I learnt of all the fracking going on – there might be a song in there somewhere… “Whole lot of Frackin’ goin’ on!”? No? Ah well. My total investments are probably less than $18m. The return of the Punk era music would help the economy no end.

Shadow Minster of Justice: Big Gaz

The police force will be reduced to tackling traffic, junior school riots, dangerous mobility scooter drivers and pavement cyclists member. My own squad would take over the rest of their duties. Sentences would be given that mean what the say. VAT on knuckle dusters, Lugers and Champagne Perry will be removed. The death penalty will be returned and anyone being nasty to dogs will get it! My investments? Well antique stuff will also get the VAT removed and my Government department will check every item to see if it genuine – this may cause a bit of a backlog in trading, but we are prepared to purchase any viable company who are struggling. I have no investment personally youth… believe me mush!

Home Office Shadow Minster: Churchy

All suspicious moneys, diamonds, jewellery, bank drafts, drugs, investments, films and books of a sexual nature etc will be examined by my department before being allowed into or out of the country. member. Any female immigrants aged 18 to 24 will also be given a medical and permission for them to remain in the country will be decided on the outcome of their medical at my office in Whitehall. As for my investments, I’m broke, flat broke, gone into financial liquidation, not a penny to spare, had to take a job on as part-time postman… Hehehe!

Culture Media & Sports shadow Minister: Shirley Blamey

Interviewed in the Bahamas by Big Gaz

I intend to get hands on when I get this positions. It is essential that all male athletes competing in sports have a thorough working over… well check that their various bodily parts are in full working order before being allowed to compete – and shall be out in the field to ensure this is so. The older male competitors will be allowed to compete without checks being carried out. There will be random checks by myself six days a week, of selected personages such as those in this photograph as an example. Once I’m satisfied of there capabilities and the fitness of their foibles they can play away. Now then, my investments you ask about my financial investments? Huh!

Mental Health Minister: Inchcock (interviewed via email)

The fisicul and metal elth of our citisens is paramount to me. An I noe abart these fings mate.

Cause the drugs like make yer lose it like dont they.

Investmunts? Me?

No… I dont fink so like…

Tue 14/4/15: Inchcock Today – Nowt Much Occurring at all…

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Tuesday 14^th April 2015

Didn’t get to sleep until gone 0430hrs Tsk! Woke up .

Woke up and WC’d 063ohrs and did me ablutions and took me medications and Blood Pressure.

Made a cuppa and took a photo of the sky from my usual position enroute.

The growth on my shoulder the only one of me ailments really bothering me this morning – I must remember to attend the Treatment Centre next Tuesday and not go to the launderette I thought – which prompted me to get moving.

Sorted me washing ready for the launderette – BJ rang asking if I still needed a lift and I said “Yes please” – I have three dirty-great bags full to take and launder.

Made another cuppa and started this diary to here.

BJ arrived and we were off.

I fed Fatima and Fred as I left the house – noticing that a newcomer was with them – a wood-pigeon.

The traffic was bad.

We arrived at the launderette to find Mandy on duty with one woman customer doing her washing – and using four machines!

I wondered how big her family was.

I managed to cram all me three bags of washing into the two machines left available, got em going and then took a photo of the three occupants, BJ the lady and Mandy in the background.

The reflux valve started to play up and BJ started to pass wind regularly – so with my belching and hiccuping and BJs musical alto passings of wind from his rear-end, the lady hurriedly packed away her washing and left the launderette.

Oh dear…

We were soon done and BJ gave me a lift with him to Asda.

Where the aroma from their cafe attracted me so much – I nearly almost went and considered getting something to eat there.

Neither BJ or I could identify what the aroma was mind.

I proceeded to spent far too much again.

We were soon out and on the way home – BJ forgot I was in the car and drove passed me street then realised what he’d done – we did larf!

He went back and dropped me off, lifting the heavy stuff to the door for me – bless his foibles!

Now me plans were to have summat to eat and get me medication pots tended to.

I made summat to eat right enough.

A vertible feast – but couldn’t eat it all, me eyes bigger than me stomach again – Still I did me best and the pigging it seemed to calm down the reflux valve a tad?

Tsk!

Then I had brief idea that I should now be making up me pots of pills – and fell asleep! Huh!

Woke up hours later, just in time to take me evening medications (Missed the midday ones) and pass a lot of wind from both ends.

Did this diary and then some Facebooking before spending several hours praying to get some more sleep in…

Mon 13.4.15: Inchcock Today

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Sunday 12^th April 2015

Didn’t nod-off until 0430hrs -Woke up 0730hrs: full of bits of memories of the dreams I’d had and noted them down.

Went down to make a brew and found no porridge – Tsk! – must get out and get some today.

Took a photo of the sky from the back and then the front of the flea-pit, everything was damp.

Laptop on on and me ailments assesment done: BP Sys 160 Diast 89 Pulse 75.

Arthritis Reflux valve and Angina all okay. Ulcer no bother at all. Cancer growth very tender. New ticker valve ticking away. My voice has gone a bit guttural and croaky. Eyes and nose still running. Haemorrhoids stinging a bit but no bleeding. Infection in the ears bothersome – but being as I forgot to apply me spray that’s not surprising like.

Translated me almost unreadable notes about me dream:

I was dashing about the rain soaked streets of a town – black and white this part of the dream – trying to get into shops but something always stopped me, seems like it was the 60’s to me, yet I think I was after some new batteries for me camera, obstructions everywhere… and in patches I found myself in a posh ballroom chasing after a cuddly pretty lady – not catching her, then back in the wet streets and shops, climbing the walls to gain entry into a department store because they would not let me in through the front doors? Suddenly I was with Dad on his horse and dray in the same dank dark and filling the tin bath one back? – Then I was climbing up the walls of a store again (colour images now) and as I struggled passed each window, chickens came out and pecked gently at my curiously pale blue skin? Eventually getting on the roof and found the chickens had laid some batteries for me camera?

Cold this morning, or perhaps I just feel it cause of me having caught chill?

Took me medications and started this diary off.

Coreldraw9 froze within minutes of opening it – Grrr!

Went through me beautification routine and got missen togged-up and out on a walk to the Forest recreation ground tram-stop.

This turned out to be rather interesting hobble photographicalisationally speaking that is anyway.

The first Pavement Cyclist near the college on Mansfield Road all but hit me, came very close he did. Swine!

Walked on and right into Gregory Boulevard where the ancient but beautiful trees adorn the pavement and share them with more lampposts than seemed needed?

It was nice to see the kids on the fields actually playing an organised game of cricket. Unfortunately there were no English kids, so expect Pakistan to rule the world of cricket in the next five years or so.

The usual weed-dealing yobs were lurking in the free exercise area. A feeling on unease was in the air – can’t explain it… uncomfortable like, made me feel a little nervous for some reason – but I could see no reason?

I plodded on and came across a site that made me smile and think of it as: Mechanical Triffid Attack in Nottingham – Nottingham Defence Volunteer Shoplifters Kill it in the early hours of this morning!

Might be a funny post it that somewhere?

The next Pavement Cyclist was even closer to clobbering into me, he had headphones on.

Swine! – Tsk!

To the tram-stop and one came almost immediately and I travelled, remembering to swipe me free-pensioners bus-pass on the platform before gerrin’ on it like – oh I do love me free bus-pass to bits!

The tram was busy – with the usual selection youngsters sat on the disabled seats with tinny music (I think it was anyway) reverberating from the attached ear pieces.

Arrived at Bulwell station and got buffeted by the other more mobile passengers in their rush to get off the tram and beat it to the crossing into Bulwell. This is very common on this route – and I have the bruises to prove it.

They were very put-off when the tram driver pulled away without waiting for them to cross the line and I heard a few chunters about it when I caught up with them.

I poddled over the line, across the bridge over the river Leen and fed some pigeons en-route to the market place and the cheapo shop.

Got some bits from there and wandered through the market place on me way to the bus-station and forgot I’d not got many of me porridge pots, so went back and got some, then started off over the market to the bus-station and realised I’d forgot to get me tomatoes – back over the market and into the Iceland store – gerring a bit weary and fed up wi missen now. hehe!

Got a pack of tomatoes and noticed they were selling some packs of small buttered new potatoes that were cookable in the microwave and tried a pack – I regret not getting more now as later on I found them to be absolutely delicious!

Struggled back through the market and to the bus-station and caught a number 17 back to Carrington.

The sky was getting a little threatening now.

We moved out of the station and joined a queue of traffic that I never found the cause of, but had me crossword book with me and pretended to be getting the answers like – in truth I’ve been on this crossword 19 for ages now – I can conceded failure again and will have to cheat and have a look at the answers before long methinks.

The bus moved on and near the KFC near the traffic island a ganglet of apprentice yobboes on bikes were stood right in the road being leary with drivers.

I took a photo of them little scrota as the bus eventually passed them and they rode off on the pavement of course, causing apprehension amongst the locals.

Swines!

Got through to Carrington without further incident – and then remembered to collect me prescriptions from the chemist.

Back to the flea-pit via the thankfully yobbo free twitchel.

WD’d put the kettle on, then quite a load of purchases to put away.

Bought more than I intended to methinks…

Made me nosh for the night – kept getting the feeling I’d forgotten something important somehow – still got the sensation now, can’t seem to get it out of me head?

Worrying that.

Got me nosh ready and began to digest it with great relish.

Krakowska, the new buttered potatoes, tomatoes, cooked beetroot and some bread thins.

Really enjoyed it too.

Took me medications and watched a DVD – fell asleep.

Woke abut two hours later and started this diary.

Bit of hassle with downloading the photographs from the camera card as this newer, more powerful excuse for a laptop kept failing to recognise the drive – Tsk damn and bother!

Still, after rebooting it eventually allowed me to.

Just after midnight I got it posted off.

Tsk!