Friday, 26th January 2018

07.21

Everyone seems to be happy it’s Friday. The immediate chat was of Yorkshire pudding fry-ups. It was instigated by Cheezypuffs. She does think about food a lot. She’s been on a diet for a century as she’s getting married this year. She spends her time looking at pictures of cakes!

08.32

Jason’s annoyed Cheezy by taking her gloves yesterday, then cutting the fingertips off them. These things don’t go down well. He was supposed to be buying all the coffees as reconciliation but forgot his wallet the crucial moment. Cheezy paid……I did offer. Another day of “music permitted” though.

10.58

Fuckeroo! We have just returned from the ALL YOU CAN EAT BREAKFAST. I did 2 plates plus a round of blackcurrant jam on toast.

The Yorkshire pudding was nice. It’s has a bit of bacon cooked into it. A very jolly affair. Now I’m back I feel a little sleepy but I’ll plough on. Tomorrow’s work is cancelled. Strangely, I’m not that bothered.


https://open.spotify.com/track/7mAF2MJdbNT75VrVcgwT6F

“Who the fuck am I kidding? I do what I like when I like. The benefit of being selfish.”

11.48

It’s weird, for me, having eaten this much food. Then, looking down at my watch and it only being ten to twelve. Jesus. Three more hours. The only problem I foresee is, I have a whopping great bag of sulphate in my pocket. Tomorrow’s work cancelled(not like that would stop me anyway!) and my natural inability to act my age and insist I’m still 18. The easy availability of 3 wrap deals is also dangerous……! Who the fuck am I kidding? I do what I like when I like. The benefit of being selfish. The real question is, as always, how far am I willing to push it? Its a sliding scale innit? Right now, I’m thinking, keep it mild. I wanna be creative. I really want to play guitars. Give it 4 hours:

I want the lot.

Have you got any numbers?

And how much have you got?

(classic lyric from:)

https://open.spotify.com/track/700DALh9YDHQy6NEQRZKNl

16.57

“Ever increasing retarded excrement.”

We managed to get out of work by ten to three but the Friday traffic was M25-tastic. This left way too much time for storytelling with “The Bouch”, who is my regular travel companion in this job. The sort of tales told only solidified the fore mentioned “3 wrap” plan. Add-ons were made, texts sent and positive replies received. All we had to do was make it through the, ever increasing, retarded excrement joining the “Junction 13” battle of supremacy.


After a quick cashpoint stop, we arrived only to find our connection had fucked off out.


Pfft. That’s no way to run a business!

We had no choice but to retreat to the, Er………Retreat(it’s a pub). A little more thumb prodding later and a pint of Guinness, I repeated stage one and returned triumphant.

Now I’m quietly laying on my bed listening to a selection of 80’s tracks on Spotify.

“Oh Mark, the life you lead!”.

https://open.spotify.com/track/1eamsmwcYYhJwTgMFdQ6YN

Read it Properly here:
https://markperandin.me/2018/01/26/little-life-mine-blackcurrant-jam-toast/