Morning Benders

What’s the point of a blog?  None.  All blogs are full of self-indulgent boasts of people’s sad little lives that no one really cares about.  My blog though, my blog is going to be no different what so ever.  I wasn’t going to bother doing one at all, it was only after reading the wife’s that full of shoes, shopping & sex in the shitty that I felt the world needs balance.  So this is going to be my little piece of Ying to her Yang.   It is to say all the bollocks that I would normally spill out to my mates over a few beers in the pub.  So with that in mind, this will be fully devoid of fact but full of opinion, nonsense & outright lies loosely based on the wife & me leaving the county & living a life in the French Alps.

So a quick account of what’s been happening in my life in the last year.  I have been working as surveyor on a large building site in east London.  There are privacy rules about this particular site which I’m not sure about so I can’t possibly say what site it was.  Let’s just say it is a very large sport related site that has to be complete by 2012 so that athletes from all over the world can compete in various ‘games’ (you’ll never guess where).  My contract was due to be up towards the end of the year & what with the country going to shit & both the wife & me needing to get out of the ridiculous money driven work obsessed life that seems to breed in this country (unless your an unemployed single mother addicted to Heroin then you can be given your own house, money, food vouchers because you can’t be trusted to spend the handouts on essential & even your H supplement).  We have done a year backpacking before & it was always our intention to do a season in the Alps.  So we sold our house, furniture & car (this is a long a tedious story in itself, I can’t bear to regale it makes me feel sick) rented an apartment in Val d’Isere in France & here we are.

I finished work on the 12^th November, although I probably stopped working sometime before that, it wasn’t intentional it was just hard to concentrate when I had such a big move on.  Who am I kidding; I’m just a bit of a work shy waster.  I can’t say I was sad to leave, 2 and half years on that site is enough for anyone, but I would be leaving behind some good new friends.  Being a man though we can never say that; so I called them a bunch of  c#nts punched them on the arm & marched out calling behind me ‘so long losers’.  But for the record & with the witness of all 6 people that will end up reading this (4 of which are family) I want it noted that I meant every word of it, but that’s no bad thing.

Then on to all the goodbyes of the friends & family.  At no point did I ever regret the decision to leave but that doesn’t make it any easier to leave the people you’ve known all your life, sometimes longer!  We had the obligatory boy’s night out.  The usual, down the local pub, into a bar then into a dodgy club.  The difference this time that 1 of my stupid mates thought that the wife & all her friends had finished for the night (they were having a night in with wine & gossip, probably comparing boobs & touching each other) so we should go back there, nightclubs never really been my thing & we’re all in our 30’s now & can’t really talk with all that racket I jumped at the chance.  But bugger me they were still all there squawking & cackling, arguing who’s done the most roller-blading whilst on the blob & all that girl shite that we will never understand (somebody told me to try listening once, fuck that it’ll make my ears bleed).  It turned out to be the usual drunken ending most weekends turn into, insulting  each other, drinking games & shaving a cock into my mates chest hair.      

The family was done over a couple of nights, both over dinner & both a rather civil affair.  I was expecting a few more tears but everybody was fine, even my mum, maybe they were pleased to get rid of me after all.  Or more likely they were pleased to see someone actually attempting to change their life instead of moaning about it.

Don’t get me wrong here.  We had a good life & I enjoyed it almost all the time but our out-looked changed.  We were both working long hours (as before when I say working long hours, what I mean is that I was at work for long hours, work was just something to past the time between chatting,  fuzzing a ball about & generally arsing around).  I worked early & the wife finished late which meant we didn’t seem to see much of each other, it did however, give me plenty of time to review the numerous porn sites that are talked about, but that’s for another time.  We didn’t earn bad money but what we did earn we wasted on too many clothes, holidays & going out just to justify the fact we’re out the house for near on 60 hours a week.  There must be more to life than that, so we’re giving it a go.

1 more thing.  This is my 1st blog & I'm doing it in a cafe with limited battery.  When I get internet at home I will pad it out some more.

Take care benders