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Fifty two
It all started with me and two young Thai guys cramped into a toilet cubicle.Actually, no it didn’t, it started with me having sex with a girl on my apartment sofa while her friend robbed me.Wait, wait, that wasn’t it either. It started in a sex club, where I watched a young girl pull a string of razors out of herself.Alright, that sounds like the best place to start this story. The sex show. It…
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Fifty one
A quiet week pre-Christmas, with nothing more exciting than working for the Post Office, running up to Northampton then back down to Bournemouth and then home. Easy enough, and it gives me a lengthy run to catch up on podcasts and audiobooks.
And, barring a shocking Christmas calamity, next week should be the final blog of the year…and what a year it’s been. I’ve had so many highs and lows, but…
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Fifty
This week was a lil’ more interesting than last week, as I went from Heathrow to Dublin to drop off the instruments for the Swedish band Maneskin at the 3 Arena. I love Ireland, I love Dublin, and I fucking love the Irish. And all the stereotypes about our shamrock-toting cousins are true; of all the shows we do throughout Europe, the drunkest crowd are the Irish BUT they are also the loudest and…
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Forty nine
So close. So close to fifty two blogs and a whole year of blogging. Barring something cataclysmic happening, the end is in sight and I’ve almost managed exactly what I set out to do way back in January.
But what’s next? Do I end the year pleased with myself and go back to blogging once or twice a year? Nah. My life is way too bizarre and interesting to let this run fall away, so I’ll keep…
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Forty Eight
The Post Office runs have finished and I’ve been swapped into the little 12 tonner truck we’ve got. The guy who usually runs it is nice and clean, which is always a great thing when you have to swap trucks that someone else actually lives in. It’s also ballache to have to clear it out for the next driver, if you’re the one usually living in it.
Saturday night I loaded out for Peter Kaye in…
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Forty seven
For the last week I’ve been doing runs for Royal Mail from Bournemouth up to Atherstone (near Leicester) and back. Its easy money and simple and a…Well, a break from the pressure and excitement of touring, although I’m eager to get back to the music side of things, but for now, I can let my wounds heal and my diseases disappear.
I return to Thailand in 40ish days, but this time for the right…
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Forty Five
WARNING: ADULTS ONLY. Feel free to hate me.
I followed the nurse into her room deep inside the sexual health clinic.
“So,” she said, “is there anything we’re looking for, or…”
“Just a check up,” I said. “It’s been a couple of years…I probably need looking at.”
“Ok, so just a routine check-up?” She glanced at me but said nothing about the pause in my voice.
“Sure,” I said.
She read the screen of a laptop turned far enough away from me…
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Forty four.
I’m sorry, but I’ve done fuck all this last week, and the blog is late. So imma post it, and not promote it, and see if anyone notices…
Notices that I’ve done bugger all this last week, and wrote about it late.
OK OK, I have booked another trip to Thailand, and thats the first week of January, so the year should start lively. I promise. Next year’s blogs will still be weekly. Ish. And I’ve got…
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Forty Three
I honestly thought week 2 of Thailand would be a much slower affair but I was wrong. We left Koh Chang behind, and we’d made such an impact there that one of the bar’s put my face up on their social and hoped I came back soon. We’d also been there long enough that some of the locals waved as we rode past on our scooters. I loved it, but Bam was right, it was time to move on.
However, Pattaya…
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Forty two
I woke up in a simple room with three beds, me on the one closest to the door. I was fully clothed and in the adjoining bed next to me was a Thai woman who woke up with a start when I said, “wheres my son?”.
She held up a piece of paper with 14,000 baht written on it.
“I don’t care,” I said, “I’ll pay it but where is my son?!”
She held her hands out to calm me but I was up and off the bed and…
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Forty one
Deliberately late this time, as I knew I’d be sat here at Heathrow Airport for a while, so how better to kill time than to write a blog that’s a day late?
But blog number 41 means there’s 11 blogs left until I’ve completed the task I set out to do, which is to write a blog every week throughout 2023. I’ve also got an idea for what I want to do blog-wise next year, but I’m still mulling over it.…
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Forty
Week forty of 2023 and I don’t think i could ever have predicted how this year would’ve gone for me, and shit, there’s still twelve weeks left.
I’m in a state of limbo at the moment, waiting for a new adventure to start, and I’m also going away with my youngest next weekend, which is going to be bonkers. Stay tuned for that. In the meantime, I’m back in a truck, helping out those who were good…
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Thirty nine
This blog is late, as are 25% of them seemingly, and yet I have no excuse. I haven’t been partying, I haven’t been working. All I’ve done most of the last week is go to the gym early, walk approximately 4km, and then if I’m home and in my pjs by lunch I call that a successful day!
Things are quiet. Things are good. Things are a lot different from 3 weeks ago when I got a telling off in the…
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Thirty eight
Life has returned to normal, although accompanied by a heavy case of “the holiday blues”. I mean, you know when you return from a week away and you get that low feeling of wanting to get back to where you’d had so much fun? Well, I had that but I’d been away for 6 months so it really sucked.
But I got to see my family again, and my youngest is staying with me now. I’ve been offered work, but not…
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Thirty seven
I’ve had to leave the job I love, the job I was great at, the job I had so much unfulfilled potential yet to explore, and all because they got my ex back into work.
I was promised she was done, that my mental health was more important than her employment, and that I belonged there, not her. To be honest, it wasn’t her decision, and maybe she was as surprised as I was, but I know she thought she…
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Thirty six
This is the latest I’ve been all year with my weekly blogs. Thirty six weeks and I’ve almost totally dropped the ball.
But I’ll make it up to you, as tomorrow there will be another blog, to catch you, and me, up on everything. Its going to be another deeply personal piece, so that should tell you where my head is at, if you know anything about me.
I’ll just add that I’ve finished touring with…
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Thirty five
Other than England, I’ve now spent more time in Germany in the last two years than anywhere else. I think. Italy might be up around there somewhere.
I like Germany. I like the Germans. All those I’ve spent any length of time with or worked with are all friendly and fun, although I guess that might also be the way I approach people. My friend, Skeete, told me something years ago that I still use…
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