The book I'm reading at the mo is More Bollocks to Alton Towers . At the begining of each chapter there's a phrase or verse. The chapter on Port Logan fish pond has a little bit of the old Northumberland folk song "When the boat comes in" . It reminded me of the 70's when the TV program of the same name was on, I got a little pissed off when my brother changed channel before the theme music ended. This was in the days pre remote control and our telly took ages to tune back into the channel I wanted. It wasn't till after the dust settled and the bleeding stopped that Mum told me she used to sing that to me in my pram.
If you're interested here's an old version of it on youtube... I never knew it was about an old pissed up fisherman! Mind you until yesterday I'd never bothered to listen to anything but the chorus.

Just thought I'd share that with you... Sing Mammy....


I'm not even thinking of turning it into a big tattoo, but if I do it's your fault Mum.

My boys make me so proud. This weekend they took 3 more steps towards independence. Friday they got the bus home from school. George waited for Dyl at the bus stop and they got the bus together. Today they went into town to buy a game together, and then they walked home together. It may not seem much to anyone else, but it was to me.

George also made me proud this weekend when the boys from his school (years 7 to sixth formers) won the Dance for Life East Anglian competition. Go Boyz Beats!!

Home now and all clean again... It was a mud bath. The rally was very nearly canceled because of the rain and the damage all the bikes/cars could of done to the field. In the end they let it go ahead so long as nobody took their cars/vans onto the grass. That ment we had a good walk from the tarmac to the bit of ground we found that looked least water logged. My arms nearly fell off carrying the beer fridge! Back tracking a little bit I set off a couple of mins before Donna left in our new van. I took the senic route, Donna the duel carrige way route. With a little bit of nipping past traffic I won. Better still I was only slightly damp when I reached the site. Anyhow tent up and beer in hand we started chatting to our fellow campers how time flies when you're enjoying yourselves. Before we knew it The Ballistics were on. Another good set from those boys. It was a shame that more people hadn't turned up, they booked it thinking it was a scooter rally. When they arrived onsite they wondered why there were so many bikes on the field. Everybody we talked to enjoyed them, hope they get some more gigs out of it.
Saturday we woke up after a few hours sleep to more rain. We even thought about coming home till the evening. After a few bacon butties we took the boys down to have a go on the zip wire. They enjoyed that and were going to have another go in the afternoon but nobody opened it up again. I put my scooter into the custom show. I thought I'd cracked it and was going to win the best learner... I wuz robbed... Out of the 9 classes judged 5 of them went to scooters, and they deserved it.
In the evening we walked away from the glam rock band but enjoyed the comediens they'd booked. Donna took the lads back to the tent after a couple of tracks from the punk covers band. I followed not long after. Our beer fridge saved us a fortune. Total spend at bar.. £5.60 .
This morning we woke up to the sound of no rain on the tent and the sun started to come out. Packed up as soon as we'd eaten more bacon butties and drunk a gallon of tea.
Cheers to the Essex motorcycle action group for a fun weekend. See you next year.

Yes comrade I am now officially the union workforce representative for C shift tugs. No comrade I won't be earning anymore for this postition. Yes Brother it is a voluntary postion and yes Brother it will mean that everything is my fault. Pay deals, my fault. Working practises, my fault. the state of the toilets, my fault. The fact that they all had chance to vote them out and threaten the company with industrial action, their fault...

Hussey mansions will now be flying a big fuck off red flag.

EVERYBODY OUT!

Watch this space...

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I've posted this photo in an atempt to remind my daughter what can happen when she drinks. I never want to have to see her in this state again. We all love her very much and know she is strong willed, I've umm'd and arr'd about wether or not to post this image but you are in need of a short sharp shock. Your condition means you need to take more care of your body than most other teenagers. We don't want you to go blind, lose your teeth or have limbs removed.

There is so much more I could add to this post but I won't.

Another good weekend was had... We went off for a hog roast party in a field in Waldringfield. Julie and her family always put on a good show. We all camped on her Dads field drank too much and ate pig. Dita had too much pig too.
A couple turned up with a 14 week old Jack Russel puppy. Dita tried to rip his face off soon as she saw him. What a sweet little dog we have. It didn't take long before they were best buddies and rolling round the field together. Dita just had to show him his place.
We fell into the tent around 1am after doing a bit of Karaoke, we were great Art Garfunkel eat yer heart out... BRIGHT EYES BURNING LIKE FIRE... Well George and I had a laugh. Donna and G murdered Wonderwall and Bon Jovi Living on a prayer.
This morning we had a bit of a clear up and more pig. This time bacon flavour pig. Two trips to get all our gear home and now we're just going to chill for the afternoon.