Discussion in 'General Chat' started by Punter, Oct 7, 2011.
Now that is a comedy image. A small army......an army of dwarves attacking wearing a variety of women's shoes
I'm off ta bed. A shift from hell today. I'm on my 60 hr week too, got two more 12hrs to do tomorrow and Sunday. Fucked.
...and they wonder why we just say "yeah course" when they ask us if they look OK. We ain't got time to wait for another change!
It's been very hard watching a very close friend deteriorate so much in a relatively short space of time.
Anyhow - got feck all planned for today apart from watching footie and racing and drinking keg.
Still can't get my head round you just heading out at 10pm Slick. I'm usually staggering in the door at that time with a takeaway under my arm.
That's what gets you Keggers, the speed of the whole thing. How many times do you hear about somebody going to the doctors one day and not being around a year later. They keep saying that cancer treatment is getting better but I just don't believe it I'm afraid. The stories I hear (and I'm not just talking about people I know, that would be understandable as you get older) get more and more frequent I'm afraid. I don't doubt that medical advances have advanced but it's step one that's the problem. The quicker things are diagosed, the better people's chances and the NHS is getting under more and more pressure to get people in ASAP and people are still slow in going to the quacks in the first place (especially men).
Although he was 17 years older than me - he took me under his wing at work 30 years ago and we became very very good friends. Our familys are still very close and have been on many holidays together.
His funeral is on Monday and although I've had to say goodbye to family members like my granny, aunts and uncles I'm really not looking forward to his.
Not that i needed it a lot but If i needed anybody to go to he was the man. We bounced so many ideas / issues of each other. I miss him.
Plus with older family members that usually die you're not as close to them as you would be your best friends who you've shared most of your inner secrets and problems with.
Hope the funeral goes as well as can be under the circumstances mate.
One of the funniest nights we had together was the first night either of us had went to the strippers. He was very much my senior but had never been before as me neither. Fucking hilarious. I'll go to the grave with what happened that night but i won't mention it on Monday.
I'm trying to battle it with Whiskey and Lemons.