An Encounter With A Dirt Digger

Three days since my last entry, and not much to write home about.

Hopefully some of you will have seen my latest Two Sheds Review column, an open letter to everyone if you will, about Julia's disappearance. It's been carried on The Sun's website as well, and will hopefully be in the letters pages of the local press over the weekend. Although I doubt if it will do any good. If you haven't read it yet, log onto my website at www.twoshedsreview.com to read it.

Ricky's still in hospital, and will probably be there for a couple of more weeks at least. The old boy, despite his problems, is still looking out for me. Can't really go into too much detail at the moment, but I'm sure someone will tease the story out of me soon.

Numb

Ever since I got back from WAW's October Outrage VII show on Saturday night, I've felt numb, like something isn't right, and that something is very wrong.

For personal reasons, I'm not going to go into what exactly happened on that show. That may happen later. But things just weren't right that night, from a match standpoint, from an angle standpoint, from every standpoint. The body was there, but the heart and soul was clearly missing from The Talk on Saturday night.

It Just Gets Worse

Things just seem to be going from bad to worse. Ricky Knight, Julia's husband, and possibly one of the mentally strongest people I have ever met was hospitalized earlier today, suffering from stress and exhaustion.

A Sad Turn Of Events

Things took a worrying turn today. Julia's daughter, Saraya-Jade, collapsed and was taken to hospital on Monday. She's okay now, but she's really suffering. She needs her mother, badly.

(Real) Sex Sells

I was browsing through the video & DVD sections in my local Woolworths today. Managed to get a bargain - Elektra on video for £4.99. Guess VHS is on the way out.

Anyway, while looking through the chart DVDs, I saw one called 9 Songs. I remember reading about this film last year. Apparently it's the nearest thing you can get to hardcore porn in a mainstream cinema since that awful French film Romance. From what I gather, the story involves, well, lots of shagging. Not sure what the plot is exactly, but I get the feeling that the people wanting to see this film aren't that bothered about plot twists and character development.

A Fridge-Fixer Is Stalking Me!!!

Not much happening today. Rang the surgery this morning and gave them a right bollocking for fucking up my prescription. No apology on their part though.

For those taking an active interest in my toilet habits, I will be hearing this week when the new bathroom suite is being installed. And in case you're wondering, no, I don't crap in a pot.

Another Cock-Up

The surgery in Cromer never ceases to amaze me with the number of times they cock things up.

I'm currently on two forms of medication, Zopiclone, to help me sleep at night, and Citalopram, an anti-depressant, which stops me from going mad. I took in my repeat prescriptions last Monday. They were on two different pieces of paper, because Dr. Lennox recently changed the doseage.

WWE No Mercy 2005 - TV Review

It’s that time of the month again, with the mighty World Wrestling Entertainment coming at us live from Texas with Smackdown’s No Mercy pay-per-view.

A Case Of Mistaken Identity

Latest news from the UKFF - I've been banned because they think I'm someone else! Oh well, bollocks to 'em. One thing I've learned in the past few weeks is that there's more to life than a stupid little forum. No doubt there'll be a spoof of what I've just said somewhere else on the internet in the next day or so.

The past couple of days has been spent looking for work, although I do actually look for work every day (except weekends). Three job applications from the job centre and one from the newspaper, so I'm over my quota of two applications a week. Things are kind of slow for people wanting to get back into the retail industry in this part of the world at the moment, with hardly any adverts in the press at all, which is a little surprising considering Christmas is just over two months away.

Town Planning

A perfect example of town planners not really thinking things through

Last year the local council spent a great deal of cash re-generating Cromer town centre. The main part of this meant narrowing the roads in the town centre. Quite ironic considering that in the 60's they demolished some of the old fishermen's cottages to make the road wider.

Anyway, I'm in the town centre this afternoon, and a funeral precession comes down the road, heading towards the church, which is more or less in the centre of the town. They're driving along at the usual respectful pace, with about ten cars behind the hearse.