Doubleyoutee-eff?

So, tonight was another "The Pit" @ The Arches.
Was nice to see my name on the posters all round town, since some PR actually got done this time!
Not ENOUGH, but some...

The weird thing was, in the other hall was another club.
"Silent Disco".

I went through for a looksee at the end of the night - Weirdest club EVER!
As you enter, you're given a pair of headphones. ( I didn't get a pair, as I wasn't a punter ).

Cordless headphones - And no actual P.A. system. No speakers, or anything.
So you're in a room full of people singing along to what the DJs are playing - But only those with 'phones can hear the actual music.

Weird - but it looked like fun!
Depending on the setlist, it might be worth a visit.

Meme nicked from Snap's blog.

A totally ACE meme
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised...

WE'RE IN!

We're in the house!
Finally!

OK, it ain't quite done yet - The electrician not turning up on a number of occasions means that the laminate floor in the hall has to wait until January... therefore, I can't bring the PC desk over until then, so I'm in the lounge just now with the kybard on my knee.
There's painting to finish, plastering to touch up, and a load of leccy work still needing done.
But we're in.
I slept here alone on Saturday night, with Kat last night, and Morgan joined us tonight.
WEE bit spooked with her new ( Currently mostly empty :( ) room, but she watched Blade Runner with Kat and I and fell asleep near the end.
Scooped her off to bed, and hopefully she'll 'nooze through.

Still not heard from The Evil One, which is nice.
And Kat's other aunt invited us over for New Year's Day dinner - "Your mother will be there - Is that alright?"
Looks like we might finally beat the old fucker at her own game - Kat's standing up to her, and the family aren't minding.

THANK CHRIST!

Gotta say "Thanks" to everyone who's helped us with the move so far, and to those who have promised to help move stuff over - We hired a van, but only had it for long enough to shift the really big stuff.
Got nowhere to put the rest yet.

T'was an adventure in itself - Kat insisted on joining Dave, me and David in a trip to B&Q after we picked her up from work, so of course I got consigned to the back.
Pitch black, and when we arrived back at the flat, David reversed into a garage.
Just a scrape, but enough to send him into a temper... SO he tried again, and scraped it again.
By the third time, he was so pissed off that he REALLY wasn't paying attention and battered it a good'n - Enough to send me flying the length of the goddamn van, and into the bulkhead finger-first.
Owie.
I heard lots of yelling - I felt sorry for the poor woman he was screaming at for parking in the wrong place.
Turned out to be Mum!

Oops.

That aside, it all went fairly smoothly - Still stressful as hell, but it could be worse.
I STILl maintain that shifting the essentials in one go, and taking our time over the small stuff, packing, moving, and unpacking it gradually, is the best and least stressful way to go about moving between two properties you have access to... But M&D wanna clean the flat up and get it sold ASAP.
Didn;t figure they'd be up for anything major over Xmas, but apparently they wanna break the back of the job that week..
Meh.

So, yeah...
Jam...

Happy, and feel at home for the first time in ages.
Since getting the living room done, Kat also seems happier than I've seen her for a long time.

Now to see about acquiring that plasma TV...
;)

Hey, bitch...

You might be Kat's Mum, but that doesn't give you the right to come into our home and give her grief. It doesn't give you the right to phone Kat and give her shit that way, and it CERTAINLY doesn't give you the right to return later on and come in even when the door is not answered.

You are fucking lucky I wasn't in when you did that.

I know you're probably never going to read this - The temptation to print it off and staple it to your CUNTING FOREHEAD is getting higher by the second.

Fuck you.
You fuck Christmas one more year for Kat and Morgan, and you're getting cut the fuck off.
That's not a threat, it's a fucking promise. Add it to the stack of other lines that will have the same consequences if crossed.

Die.




In fact, let's just copy and paste this little entry fro LAST year... Last Christmas, after which you were all whingey and apologetic and promising you'd improve your behaviour:

See if you ever read this, Marlen?
Try this - If you are nice to other people, they will be nice to you.

If, on the other hand, you treat them aboninably... Lie to them, lie about them, and accuse THEM of lying - to their face, to their friends, and to their family...
You will reap what you sow and you will NOT be respected, liked, or contacted by the people you've wronged.

Evil begets evil... And you are an evil person.
I suggest you change, if you want to stay even a small part of our lives. Because if you keep on the way you are, I suspect that not only will Kat and I do our best to get as far away from your spiteful shite as possible... So will the rest of your family.
At least, if they have any sense they will. The best you can hope for if you don't change is to be tolerated.

Is that what you want to be?
The spiteful childish bully, who is only tolerated because of blood ties?

Change, then.



I guess I'm pretty much stuck. Fuck this.
Fuck you.