Unheard Thoughts Of An Unseen Mind

K its now the 17th of Feb and i havent had a smoke for 3 weeks now.I did try the patches but couldnt convince myself that they were helpful in stopping so i just went cold turkey for 2 days.im not gonna bang on about how much healthier i feel because apart from losing my wheeze that i had everything else is the same.Im coughing just the same but im told this will go eventually.I do miss that smoke first thing with the cup of tea though! any ways see how i get on.Ive not had anything to moan about lately but im sure something will come up, it always does!!!!

marty

so ive waited till all the new year lets give up smoking etc etc diehards are back on double the amount they were on before to try give up smoking.I got the patches and at the time of writing this i have one smoke left with no more in the house.I dont know how hard or easy it will be but i got to give it a go.so anyhow start tomorrow morning with the first patch,i'll report on how i go....arrghhh

marty

So work continues to suck big time.Weve just got into a flow of where everything is done in its allocated time slots,and now we get more if we finish early.Which as i said sucks big time,but to be honest were not the only ones with the problem,the guys who give us work are under pressure to find those extra jobs or they get it in the ear(and pocket) same as usNow imagine having a job like mine where the guys who run the show are praying for feck ups to happen just so they can justify the extra work load and make sure were not getting paid to spend a bit of time with customers fixing it right first time.Anyways no romance on the horizon,not even a good snog,though as i said before,im not looking.I have enuf on my plate to keep me busy,but im sure if the offer was to occur i could find an hour or two..... oh yeah nearly forgot,january is beard growing month 16 days in and getting hairy but i did compensate by having a trim elsewhere!!! ha ha ha

marty

So Tuesday the third of January and im finally over the hangover from drinking till 6am on new years morning.As im getting older it just takes so much longer to recover.Been back at work for 2 days now and as much as its a new year,its just the same old crap.New years resolutions you ask,well i dont really do resolutions,i have stopped drinking this month just to loose a bit of weight,and to detox a bit,but im sure myself and mr jack daniels will be reaquainted sometime in february!.I am looking froward to the "Gathering" this year in Aviemore,its when all the Scotland supporters clubs get together in June/ July to share storys,games of football,golf and various bottles of alchohol,needless to say no holiday this year again!.When i can think of something of note to say or moan about i'll write another blog.

marty

So im in the house today and im bored,so i go shopping for stuff i dont need, come home write a couple of poems and generally doss about.Its not that i dont have stuff to do,its just im in that holiday cant really be fecked kind of mood.It falls into place every year between chrimbo and new year,the high of chrimbo just past,and looking forward to the new year.The new year is another time i dont really know what to do ither,im in the mood to party but as usual the whole thought process of getting organised in some way or another to do so just,well bores me.I like to do stuff last minute,go on a whim,inject that lttle bit of stress and excitement into my life.Ive noticed that as i get older(40 just passed)most people just get on ,my nerves.I dont know why this is as im quite tolerant,especially of the drunks you meet when out and about,but i do have a pet hate and that is stupid people.I cant even describe to you who or what they do to appear stupid,they just annoy me as being so.Maybe it is just age who knows.

marty

As per im doing all my own wrapping this year, so i thought why not make a wee bit of an effort and put tags on everything instead of just writing on the paper the prezzys wrapped in(what i usually do).so im in the non descript card shop and buys some tags while i buy extra paper(i always run out).Any way i take the tags out of there bag and the little bit of string has to be cut to individal feckin lengths for each tag,w.t.f.?.Surely theres a third world country somewhere that could do with that kind of employment,"there you go poor person,just cut that length of string to about 4 inches and thread it through the little pre- punched hole,as easy as falling over,which you may do from starvation if you dont do a million by 6 oclock,so we can pay you piss poor wages,good man!" BAH FECKIN HUMBUG AND BADWILL TO ALL!

Marty

im back,its just after 3 in the yawning and the sleep fairy has fallen out with me for some reason.ive been lying in bed for about 3 and a half hours looking at the darkness and filling my mind with all sorts of crap,did i buy enough xmas prezzys? is everybody gonna like them? do i think that some where theres a chick desperate enough to just shag me and nothing else,no crap no ties just bang and go(i dont even know if i want that!).Its funny how your mind works and always a fascination for me,it can be empty and relaxed and all of a sudden theres this thought just pops in there from no feckin where, and gets you thinking about it.The mind is a devious wee shit sometimes.Im away to work in about 3 hours and i dont suppose i'll get much rest now,im happy with what ive written here,but sure as damn when im about to drop off that thought will kick in and whisper so softly in my ear, "do you think that crap you just wrote was deserving of a post?",BASTARD!!

marty

So im standing in haymarket station in Edinburgh and ive got a bag that held my Bridie,and im looking to get rid of it in a bin,but there aint any,not one anywhere on the platform.Now is this a deal that that the railway company have come up with to save cash on waste collection,or one of those oh so bright ideas to stop terrorists exploding used condoms and coke cans all over the paltform...i dont know.Anyways i get on the train and sit down,still clutching my empty bag,and there between the seats on a crowded train are bins,loads of the feckers,all overflowing shit all over the floor.now if i was gonna blow something up to cause the maximum damage, i know wot i would be thinking,and i know where i would put it.the moral of this story,there aint one i brought the empty bag back with me and stuck it in my own non- threating-in-the-corner-of-my-kitchen-bin,that'll teach those devious thinkers.

marty

As ive been meaning to get in to this blogging for a while i thought that i would wait until time was short and i had to be out the door real soon before doing this!As the title suggests im gonna ramble bout most of the things that run through my head at one time or another.Im not going to change the world or come up with some startling revelation about life the universe and why i like women.be patient with me im a bloggin virgin.

marty