May 2018 6th. Having fun at work. The night shift. A bank holiday, which means double bubble premium rate. Unloading a trailer that came in. It was loaded badly as the first few cages that came off, the contents flew out of all over the floor. The load was reported to the manager on duty in my area. After constantly going up and down to pick up and items and restacking them in to the cage, my left side from the hip down caved in on itself and I collapsed, grabbing hold on to a nearby cage before going all the way down. I thought I was okay, so I continued to move the cages to their destination. As I drove round I told a colleague what just happened. As I parked up in a lane I observed the colleague I told, I believe, what I had told him to a manager. I stopped in a lane drop off point and didn't feel so good. The manager came over and asked if I was okay and I really didn't. I felt woozy and my head wasn't at all clear. The manage...
A couple of weeks ago I turned 40... I am scared in the fact I am one year closer to death. I don't want to die. I am not scared of going to hell or anything religious, I am an Atheist. I am scared of the nothing. I know I will be dead and I will not notice or feel anything. But that's the whole point. The Nothing. Not existing. Not doing anything for the rest of eternity. This seriously freaks me out. So scientist, hurry the fuck up and make us immortal already! The next best thing to do is to try and immortalise myself in another medium. I have chosen blogging. I was thinking maybe motovlogging, but I am too shy and lazy to spend my life doing that and besides I don't ride enough to justify a vlog. I also don't like the sound of my own voice. So here I am, behind a keyboard. Writing my thoughts down. Fair enough my words won't effect the world in a big way or in any way. But if it could help any body, in a real way. I will be happy with that....
Christmas 2017 It was pretty much like any other day off from work. Myself and the wife had gone to bed after watching some telly and having some food. As usual I went to bed a little later than the missus and got up before she did. The presents were under the Christmas tree and everything was quite. Apart from whatever I was watching on the computer. I had decided to put my pork joint on early as the wife doesn't really like the smell of the meat. I didn't have a turkey, as tradition dictates. I don't mind it. It's just I don't have time and patience to spend a few hours making sure it doesn't come out dry. The wife woke up wondering what the smell was. After the wife had finished moaning about the pork she went into Christmas mode. Acting like any typical kid on Christmas morning. Getting all giddy, not sure what to do first, breakfast or prezzies. DUH! Prezzies of course. From the previous day we h...
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