Post 330: Back in town

I can't imagine the last few posts have made pleasant reading, I'm thinking I should perhaps rename this to 'my moaning blog' after the guy who used to live here said in his latest threat that's all this blog was -I wonder why he thinks I might have cause to complain? I mean him and his wife only lived in my house rent free + a decent amount of MY cash for eight months before running back to Bangladesh having looted this country of whatever credit they could get hold of(I have copies of to many final demand letters and I figure that not looking like I'm called Hassanul Banna Shagor or Ahmed Abeer Salaheen or Agnieska Teresa Shagor might stave off the Bailiffs),

yet still he has the temerity to say that I don't know how the legal system works and that I am still in the wrong for withholding his last months wages, a month in which he freely admits he did nothing(in one of his email threats 'as I did not bother about this job anymore').The threats are more of an irritation, things like 'I would not say you messed with the wrong guy because I am the right person to fuck you up. Good luck ' charming, threatening a disabled person gives him the moral high ground? This is drama, I (and everyone) could well do without -, people (quite understandably) steer well clear of people's lives if they're filled with drama because people are so engrossed trying to survive their own lives, the last thing you need is some emotional retard or in my case physical and emotional retard impinging on your vital survival time. I have tried and failed (again) to try and conduct my life with as much dignity as having a stroke affords me but once again I have been shat on. I thought I'd found decent housekeepers who were decent people who wouldn't take advantage of me but I feel like a fool now even if a (former) friend thinks that my offer to live here is nothing like good enough to attract people who won't take advantage. Gee, that was a kind and supportive thing to say! Hopefully the next year will be different. I would like to write about good things, funny things or interesting things – this blog is not a place for me to moan, although you'd be forgiven for thinking there's little else I do. Well bollocks to that, I'm not a moaner, although I could do that for the rest of my life, I've got enough material. well bollocks to that. I know I say that a lot but that is what I genuinely think. I try and have a fairly open-minded approach to life, but I'm not afraid to say if I think something's bad both from the point of view of being honest (which you have to be scrupulously if you're in my situation and expect people to help you) or because people laugh at day to day things that are sh*t. I feel I should know the inherent reason for this but don't. That in itself is a bit sh*t. GAH, It's everywhere! That's why having examples of people being great is doubly marvellous. Certainly since my housekeepers f*cked me over, I couldn't have survived without the Iberian Connection of new mate Isabel and my trainer and friend Jose, who between the two of them have covered my weekday morning and evening meals. I have also had a rather boring chest infection, so bad was it that Jose even let me off my training session on Friday morning (and he lets me off nothing). Yesterday evening (Saturday), I had a good old-fashioned Rock concert

in the diary. As we all know January has been pisspoor for gigs -so last night I needed to find a way to get there which I had neglected to do after being pre-occupied with my domestic shenanigans. The gig was to see vintage rockers Thin Lizzy and I had put feelers out to anyone I thought this might appeal to. Ill or not, this was a gig I needed to go to. On Friday my prayers were answered when my new mate Graham came through with a genius email that read: Well mate Guess who just got back today, Those wide eyed boys that had been away, Haven't changed,haven't Much to say , But man I still think there crazy . Lets blast certain wankers out of your life and good riddance !!  With some heavy sounds mate. See you about 1800 ish.  It was just the tonic – having recently rewatched Lemmy

it was a strange kind of magic going to the Hammersmith Apollo which as venue's go is stuck in a 1970s timewarp – crikey, I go to a lot of shows there but the foyer carpet and paintjob must be over 40 years old. The support band, a fairly tight heavy metal band called Clutch

have apparently released 16 (yes 16) albums and the lead singer looks like was born with a beard and black t-shirt and is slightly overweight. Their music to me was just noise, energetic, enjoyable noise which is rare for a lot of gigs. They said Thin Lizzy were 'kick-ass' and indeed they were.

It might have felt a bit throwback but they sounded great and Graham was sitting forward in his chair nodding his head (despite this dreadful photo)

which is a good sign. Even when my wheelchair got stuck in the standing position he didn't panic (which I was starting to), even though when we got outside and there was an inch of snow

he didn't panic (getting me home before midnight despite the treacherous conditions. When I got home he even offered to kip in the spare room and do my morning routine as there was no sign of Bianca who I assumed had been stymied in the inevitable transport chaos. But then as if by some miracle she appeared and Grazza decided that a night at home with his wife was preferable -emailing to thank him for his heroics last night I got this reply: Hello mate. Didn't get home till 0315 M25closed.and got stuck going up a hill betweenDorking and Reigate.  luckily 3 people pushed me out!!! A great night last night all in all a bit of an adventure lol.  Email me what's happening next weekend andI will let you know if I can come. See you soon.Just remember Don't let the bastards drag you down! On my way back to London for football. Cheers I think just this once I'll let his love of football go! Other people who I'll have to just mention in passing this week for popping in to see me were my Kiwi and fellow DJing friend Daegal

who has kindly offered to raise some money for the Trust and my friends Simon and Yvonne Dawes who took me out for Sunday lunch

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