I need to properly update with stag info etc.

But for now...

"Fuck you. It's not your place to say who plays what role in our wedding. Every time you have me thinking that you might have genuinely become a nice person, you prove instead that you are instead a petty, paranoid, self-obsessed arsehole.

So I say again...
Fuck.
You.

You're not welcome - You're tolerated."

27/03/02

This is a list of most of the tunes I played that night.
There are some gaps, but you get the jist.

Hehheh.
It's weird looking back, thinking about how much has happened since then...

Therapy? - Diane
NIN - Something I Can Never Have
Prodigy - Scienide
Filter / Crystal Method - Trip Like I Do
Apartment 26 - Hallucinating
Faith No More / Boo Ya T.R.I.B.E - Another Body Murdered
Eminem - '97 Bonnie And Clyde
Senser - No Comply
System Of A Down - War?
Bloodhound Gang - I Hope You die
Prodigy / Pop Will Eat Itself - Their Law
Marilyn Manson - Dope Hat
Iron Maiden - Run To The Hills
Save Ferris (?) - Come On Eileen (Pesky misnamed punk covers ahoy!)
Horny Toad - Shiver
MXPX - Cristalena
Fat - Downtime
Alice In chains - Them Bones
Camp Kill Yourself - Flesh Into Gear
Skunk Anansie - I Can Dream ('Mon the Rat Trap!)
Anthrax - Startin' Up A Posse
Entombed - Like This With The Devil
Sepultura - Refuse/Resist (Live)
Motorhead - Enter Sandman
Van Halen - Jump
Black Sabbath - Paranoid
28 Days - Goodbye
Goldfinger - 99 Red Balloons
Nine Inch Nails - Closer
The Union Underground - Turn Me On Mr Dead Man
Faith No More - Epic
Linkin Park - The Untitled (In The End)
Rage Against The Machine - Bombtrack
Dead Prez / Static-X - (Bigger Than) Hip Hop
Incubus - Shaft
Glassjaw - Ry Ry's Song
Powerman 5000 - When Worlds Collide
10 Masked Men - Blue (RAR!)
Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up
Atari Teenage Riot - Destroy 2000 Years Of Culture
Mighty Mighty Bosstones - The Impression That I Get
Carter USM - Sheriff Fatman
Machine Head - Old
Fear Factory - Replica (Electrix Sheep Mix)
Pantera - Fucking Hostile
The Goops - Build Me Up Buttercup

Goddam it, my cryotube malfunctioned.

So I tried to go to bed nice and early, given that I'm getting picked up back of 8 today for the Collectormania UKCM 'drop.

Tried.
Ended up going to bed around my normal time of 1am, and couldn't sleep because of my sore leg so watched an episode of Red Dwarf then turned the lights out.
Still couldn't sleep.
Finally started to drift off about 3am.
Then my phone pinged.
"CHARGING".

OK.

*PING*
"CHARGING"

Right. Shit. *Suspicion*
I reached for my lamp.
*Click*
Nothing.

So that's not actually a car alarm I can hear, is it?
It's not going to go off soon, is it?
Because there is, in fact, a power cut, and it's set off soemone's house alarm.
Normally, I'd be happy as the light outside my window would be off. Dark = sleep.
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP.
Bugger.

Just after 4, it finally stopped.
I started to nod off again - And found myself in Kat's mum's car, screaming at her because I've just worked out that she's drunk at the wheel.

Woke myself up I was so angry, then got confused... She's not driven drunk since Morgan was born.
Very very odd :|
I guess my brain knew I was angry at her for messing us about this weekend, and somehow came up with the drink driving thing - Maybe from a newspaper article?

After that, it's simply been failure to sleep after failure to sleep.
The next time, I ALMOST nodded off justafter 6, then bloody Lee started whining. I'd already gone through around 5 to put his dummy in but by this time I was so tired and sore I couldn't even move.


And by "Bollocks, it's nearly 7" I've given up on sleep and the kettle's on.

Time for some more Red Dwarf I feel.
If you see me passed out at Collectormania, I am merely emulating Hicks in the dropship.
It's in character, right?

More evidence that certain subsections of "the human race"...

... are not worthy of the name, and deserve nothing more than fucking death.

A friend of mine was shoved into by some piece of shit ned on the bus the other night.
Why?
He was wearing a camo jacket.
( The ned was overheard talking to its mate about it ).

My friend's female companion said something, unsure what.
Whatever it was, though, it did NOt warrant this piece of filth coming back up the bus, pulling a fucking SWORD from its sleeve, and twatting poor Clot in the head with it.


Scum.
Utter fucking scum.
No excuses, no "But there's nothing to do in their area" bollocks, none of your fucking attempts to let this fucking cunt off the hook.
He carried a sword, and used it on someone who had done him no harm.

If that's the sort of shite that society thinks is worth keeping, then I don't want to be part of society.

No, really, I've fucking had enough.

This is getting beyond a joke, and I'm finding it harder and harder to stay calm every time it happens.


Kat rang her Mum today to see if she's OK to go back to the normal "Kat's Mum takes the kids on Wednesdays and Thursdays from 11am, so Kat and Steve can, y'know, go to work and stuff." plan.

She's now saying that she doesn't want to be in the house with "Hhhiiiiiim".[/whinyfuckingvoice]

This being a follow-up to a few weeks ago when she turned up
half an hour before she was supposed to
and started giving it "Oh, I might go away and come back later for you" to Kat - Who she was supposed to be taking shopping for bridesmaids' dresses, dropping sproglets off at my Mum's for a while. ( She can't navigate to Newton Mearns, so Kat had to go with for that part of the journey. )


So she was 30 minutes early - Fraz and G were picking me up to be at The Dream event we were helping organise to be at the shop for 10am. At about 5 to, I commented to Kat that "I think Fraz and G have told me to be ready half an hour before they actually need me to be! Heh. Gits."

Well, the silly old cow must have misoverheard this, since a little later I was sitting minding my own business, when she stuck her head into the hall and spat "Oh, and BY. The. Way. I was told to be here at HALF PAST NINE. Right?".

This kinda confused me, I had no idea WTF she was on about.
I went into the lounge to ask.

"You know. I heard what you said to Kathryn about me being here early. Well I was told half past nine and that's that."

I told her, then. POLITELY, and actually backed off across the room so she can't come out with any more lies about me being intimidating...
"Well, two things.

One, I was there when Kat said ten o'clock. And two, I was talking about Fraz and G telling me to be ready early, I said nothing about you."

"That's your story."

"I'm sorry? Are you calling me a liar? I'd appreciate it if you believed what I said, since I AM telling the truth."

"Just shut up."

At that point, my voice raised. Slightly.
I still wasn't shouting.


I spoke slowly, and clearly... but loudly so she couldn;'t fucking pull the "I'm deeeeeeeeeeaff"[/fuckingwhinyvoice] card.

"I will not be disrespected and accused of being a liar in my own home."

"I'll get out of it, then."

And she fucked off.

Yup.
She was meant to be taking her daughter shopping for fucking BRIDESMAIDS' DRESSES, and she fucked off in a huff.


Oh, and also...
Dave's no longer giving Kat away.
Her Mum is.

I am fucking seething at this.
Her Mum has caused us nothing but problems, and given us nothing but grief.
What little help she gives us in terms of babysitting while we're at work is still given grudgingly, and peppered with whinging and moaning.

But I'm the one in the wrong, and she's refusing to even help with the kids now.
So Kat has to take tomorrow off work.



Alllll of this is on top of us offering to help pay for the insurance for her new car.

And that's another fucking story.
She was given a quote for £1200 over 3 years.. TOTAL. That's ALL she pays for this car.
And she moaned she couldn't afford it.

I said that Kat and I would put something to it - After all, she does drive the kids around and all.

All I got was a dirty look, she being obviously pissed off that I hadn't offered to pay the lot.
Fuck that. Not happening. She has nothing she needs to pay for aside from food and electricity/TV/phone bills.


Then a few days later, she gets a "verbal offer" on the phone, that somehow results in the £1200 being waived?

She's not got anything in writing yet... Or at least, she's not shown us anything.

Someone, somewhere, is bullshitting about something in this matter.

I can fucking feel it.
I don't know what's going on, but something ain't right.

And I know fine well that if she does end up getting stuck with the bill in one go, it's us she'll whinge at to pay it.



Seriously, she's a liar, a manipulator, a whinging fucking child.

And if she keeps up her bullshit making our lives hard then I seriously, honestly and definitely do NOT want her at any wedding of mine.

If she's gonna fuck us around this much, with hte entire goddamn family's attitude being "Let her away with it. Can't do anything else." then it's her or me.

We keep letting her have her own way, then she keeps expecting it.
She needs to fucking learn to respect other people, to LISTEN to them, and that things will not always be the way she wants them.

Oh, yeah... Did I mention the butter?

She keeps gouging the butter.
So water condenses in the gouges, and it goes off.


I asked her politely not to do this.
I was ignored.

So I grabbed a marker pen, and wrote on the tub:
"Please do not gouge".

I was ignored.
So I grabbed a bit of paper, and wrote:
"No, really. Please do not gouge."


She rang Kat, and Kat's aunt, to moan.
"I couldn't believe the cheek of it!"

Kat pointed out that the gouging is irritating.
Kat's Aunt - A supposedly responsible adult?
"I hope you gave it a right big gouge, to teach him a lesson."

Uh huh. So that's how this family respects the property of other people, is it?

And she later said to Kat:
"
I mean, the sheer cheek! He's already written it on the tub itself!"

YES!
I FUCKING HAD, YOU MORON!
AND YOU COULDN'T FOLLOW A SIMPLE FUCKING REQUEST LIKE THAT, COULD YOU?!?!

Honestly, if I didn't need her in my home if we want to work, I'd outright tell her where to fucking go.
This goes on, and on, and on... I'm near the end of my tether and it's just lucky I seem to keep finding more tether.
Something's got to give someday though. My hand still hurts because I slapped it off a wall today without even knowing I did it.
I can't6 take this.

And if she does thing one to ruin our fucking wedding day, then there will be a fucking scene and a half.
I will not take any of her shite on that one day of my life.

None.

Right, fuck it.

Where's the off switch?
Someone fucking show me.
Now.

Arseholes...

So ( one of ) the arsehole(s) from the other day emailed head office to complain!
The one who's opening line was "!If ah wantit sumbdy else's dodgy goods, Ah'dda..." aimed at the tiny blonde girl instead of either of the dudes at the till.

Apparently, he was never rude, nor aggressive. He made sure to state that right at the start of
his email.
He also "done everything it says in the manual", and the item still wouldn't work. I assume he can read English better than he can write it...

And apparently I was "Very aggressive", and what I said "came across like a threat".

Not sure how, given that only told him repeatedly to calm down and stop abusing my colleagues if he wanted any sort of assistance from any of us.

The duty manager also got it - He "Snatched the credit card very aggressively" after I'd "Aggressively asked if he had the card the dish was bought with".
Which is a lie anyway, as I never agreed to a refund, and passed that section to D.

I suspect this creature might just have learned the meaning of the word "aggressive" - Although if he hasn't, and he comes into the store again... He will.
Prick.
Not that I plan to sink to his level and get in his face.
He'll get one word, and one word only.
"Leave."

Oh, and Head Office
haven't told us what they're doing yet - They did ask D what his response was to be.

I swear, if they fucking well apologise on my behalf, I'll be demanding an apology from THEM!
I owe that arsehole nothing, and all the less after his pack of lies.

I. Fucking. Hate. Liars.
Specially when they lie about me.

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it?

par·a·noi·a /ˌpærəˈnɔɪə/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[par-uh-noi-uh] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –noun

1.

Psychiatry. a mental disorder characterized by systematized delusions and the projection of personal conflicts, which are ascribed to the supposed hostility of others, sometimes progressing to disturbances of consciousness and aggressive acts believed to be performed in self-defense or as a mission.

2.	baseless or excessive suspicion of the motives of others.

ap·pre·hen·sion /ˌæprɪˈhɛnʃən/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[ap-ri-hen-shuhn] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –noun

1.	anticipation of adversity or misfortune; suspicion or fear of future trouble or evil.

2.	the faculty or act of apprehending, esp. intuitive understanding; perception on a direct and immediate level.

3.	acceptance of or receptivity to information without passing judgment on its validity, often without complete comprehension.

4.	a view, opinion, or idea on any subject.

5.	the act of arresting; seizure.

fore·bode /fɔrˈboʊd, foʊr-/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[fawr-bohd, fohr-] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, -bod·ed, -bod·ing. –verb (used with object)

1.	to foretell or predict; be an omen of; indicate beforehand; portend: clouds that forebode a storm.

2.	to have a strong inner feeling or notion of (a future misfortune, evil, catastrophe, etc.); have a presentiment of.

–verb (used without object)

3.	to prophesy.

4.	to have a presentiment.

Baseless and in me.
It has to be, since if it's not then everything is wrong.
No way of finding out so I need to simply know without knowing.
Should be simple, right?