Because Julie complained about my not updating this blog...
Pikeys, and Thieves of West London
Thursday 21st December
Someone, or some people have nicked our wheelie bin. Again.
That's twice. TWO times. Two wheelie bins.
That's £100 worth of wheelie bin. Gone.
What on earth is wrong with this world when not even your wheelie bin is safe? What kind of place are we living in when you have to chain a wheelie bin to your house to stop people from nicking it.
Our neighbour lost a wheelie bin too, earlier this year after our first wheelie bin was stolen. Theirs £80. An £80 wheelie bin. To make matters worse it migh have seemed like just any other surprisingly large wheelie bin - but theirs had sentimental value. It used to belong to the family next to them before they emigrated to Australia.
The people over the road lost a wheelie bin, as did their neighbour.
This bastards are planning and executing these thefts with military precision.
This is organised crime.
Merry Christmas
Monday 25th December
Just got in from church. Ooo yes. Midnight mass. Hardcore Christanity. New priest. I'm not overly inspired by him if I'm honest. I miss Fr. Seamus. and Fr. DUDE! Ahhhh Fr. Dude, and best person and worst priest. I wonder where he got posted. Brentford?
The church was emptier than usual this year. It is sad. It could well be that lots of people are just headed for the 9.30 mass on Christmas day but realistically I reckon people just aren't bothered. There's something deeply melancholic about a church that isn't full and bursting at midnight on Christmas day. I mean. I know I do Biology and what have you, with all its evolution, and the next time I go to church may well be easter, or Christmas 2007. But Religion's like that. It's not like an appendix that can get chopped out and bar the scar you're none the wiser. It's like a person. It has her own personality, can be a bit off, but largely lovable. There might be a bit of blackmail, a bit of guilt, and the occasional inconvenience. Really though you miss it when it's not there. And greet it like an old friend when it turns up a couple times a year for the festivities, or call upon it when shit's happening.
Good Lord. I might not be quite the bad Catholic I believe myself to be...
To cheer myself up a bit, and distract myself of thoughts of the decline of the church, the piss poor homily, and the empty hedonism that pervades this time of year...
I've seen so many old mates!!!!
I saw Fiona!!! Waving at me. Like a loon. While walking 'solemnly' down from taking communion. And Dom who's life has finally sorted itself out. And Annie, and Smithie. All primary scholl, and all big now.
At Paul's I saw PAUL! and his lady. They are lovely. And his lady has come round to the idea of white jeans = Comedious occurance. Paul is still ever so slightly mad. And Tanya, and Callum, who are as lovely as ever. Rikinder!!! who now has emo hair, and sorting his life. I saw Rachel, always nice just before Christmas. Among others, I saw REYNOLDS! Ahhh Matt is still the sweet old eejit we know and love. And still remembers 'Je me suis perdu'
*sigh*
Merry Christmas Everyone.
Boobies
Friday 29th December
I'm bored
Alcohol brings out the domestic goddess within
Wednesday 3rd January
At least that's how it works out for me.
While under the influence recently I have:
Cleaned someone's bathroom.
Cleaned our toilet.
Tried to bake chocolate fondants (until mum took the electric whisk off me, citing drunken use of whisk a bad idea)
Baked a pain d'epice
Decorated Christmas fairy cakes while watching strictly come dancing. They turned out looking like a five year old's interpretation of christmas trees, and Bruce Forsight was funny.
Done the dishwasher, though admittedly put everything in the wrong place
Started cleaning my room at 2am
Hmm.
It's like the aging parishoner within is fighting to get out.
Hounslow
Wednesday 3rd January
Holy Shit.
Even the McDonalds there is crappier than all the other McDonalds.
An Eternal Battle Royale
Monday 8th January
The squirrels are having a huge turf war. It's the worst I've ever seen. It's been threatening to happen for a few months now, but this last week it's been nothing but violence in the small woods/large clump of trees at the back of my house.
It's horrible really, they are small fuzzy bubbles of cuteness out to kill each other over that eternal quest for territory. Usually it's fine, there's only at most three, four squirrels that come into my garden, and whatever size the territory they seem to get on but with only the occasional fight. The big assed change that led to this horrendous spate of violence is that both breeding times (Spring and Autumn???) seem to have been fairly successful. Grey squirrels breed twice a year, but usually only a couple from the litters survive, and a lot of babies from the second litter don't survive the winter. This year however, and probably due to the mildness of the season there' are lots of squirrel babies who seem to have survived the winter. The spring litter did well too, and by late summer/autumn they were establishing their territories and were so cute being only about 3/4 months old. But now the babies from the winter litter are trying to establish their own territories and they aren't migrating. They're fighting for it.
This week:
Two squirrels going at it matrix style, then joined by a third, it went on for about 45 minutes
Three squirrels in this strange scratching match on our shed. They were holding each other with one arm, and with their free arm punching and scratching each other.
Two squirrels again matrix style.
Five squirrels holding this standoff in the trees much angered grunting ensured before one of them leapt at another one and all hell broke loose and shit went down. Angry squirrel shrieking. That went on for hours.
Two squirrels, much angered grunting as a bigger squirrel chased a smaller squirrel.
One squirrel was perched up really high in the trees, when another squirrel swung through the air from another tree and pushed it off. I think that squrrel may have bitten the dust, I didn't see it come back up.
Last night at 2am, was awoken by loud squirrel grunting and angry shrieking.
It's gotten ugly.
So yeah, that's all my notes from the last month. Mostly for Julie who probably forms about 75% of my readership.
