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What would you do? This is fantastic!!!
J. N. Mulcahy-King: Untitled inquiry
Three conversations had with people
via e-mail over the past couple years:
Are you in Africa right now?
Apparently your living in Ghongzho,
China, that’s what he’s telling people.
Thought I saw you in Germany,
staring back at me from across a smokey bar.
No.
What?
That’s impossible:
Worried Sick
We came across some old blogs, Bebo accounts (had never been on that before as I’m too old) and video’s, of one of our workmates this morning. She is mortified at some of it, as we all are of previous postings we have made over the years.
Might have to sort out the privacy settings or just delete the embarrassing ones of mine before they work me out!
Or I could just leave them as they are and not worry too much about ‘new’ people finding old stories or thoughts I’ve had in the past.
If it was good enough to post then, its good enough to stay up!
Later stay up than usual for a school night. Get a lie in tomorrow before heading over to Aintree Racecourse for the day with work. Feels like it might be a ‘day off’ with free food, more likely will still have to do some thinking, which is work…….
Glad to see the little sis and her fella settling in to living with us so easily. It is nice to have people who are close to us staying for a while, and even better that we can help them get on their feet and settle into a new life in Liverpool, a city I still love dearly.
Looking forward to seeing Slow Club on Friday.
Hey, what’s up, doc? Its Laura, in case you haven’t guessed. It’s Thursday the twenty-third and I’m so bored. Actually, I’m in kind of a weird mood. God, James is sweet, but he’s so dumb, and right now I can only take so much of sweet. Hey, remember that mystery man I told you about? Well, if I tell you his name then you’re gonna be in trouble. He wouldn’t be such a mystery man anymore but you might be history, man. I think a couple of times he’s tried to kill me. But guess what? As you know, I sure got off on it. Hmm, isn’t sex weird? This guy can really light my F-I-R-E as in red corvette. Uh-oh, here comes mom with milk and cookies.
Who takes their shoes off before getting on a bus?!
”For Thanksgiving I made Rape Salad. In memory of the Indians”
Now that I’m back working away from my flat I was hopeful that the 4 daily buses would provide me with some fresh stories about low life scum and the like.
Second day in and I overhear an angry man on his phone.
My first bus from Huyton to the Old Swan went as smoothly as the other 4 times I’ve had to make it in the past. At the Swan my patience was tested in sweltering conditions for a fat man in a tie.
3 buses just didn’t turn up for starters. In the end I was waiting for 40 minutes to get on what by then was a packed bus. When the nutter arrived it got a little bit more interesting.
Typical meat head of a scouser, carrying a large black bag that could contain anything from clothes to drugs or maybe a small animal, you never know. He was on his phone as he turned up and it all sounded quite civil:
”I’ve just come over from the strand and the bus was late so I can’t pick the kids up, can you get them?”
Silence for a few seconds…..
……
”And get the kids to add their fathers number to their phone rather than some PISS HEAD OF A BLOKE!”
You could see his face starting to go red.
”FUCK YOU THEN YOU LITTLE FUCKING RAT!!!!!”
The rest of the bus stop started to slowly shuffle away from him but he obviously noticed and moved closer to us again before picking up his phone and telling a mate what just happened:
”I told her I couldn’t make it and tried to explain that I’d like the kids to have my number so I can talk to them more.”
Again, the man was calm and civilised at this point.
”But I tell you what I’m gonna go get BLADDERED now and she better watch out coz i’m gonna BURN THAT FUCKING HOUSE DOWN THE CUNT, N I DON’T CARE IF THE FUCKING KIDS ARE IN THERE! FUCK THEM ALL.”
At this he picked up his bag and stormed off, presumably to the nearest pub. I hope today’s journey is less eventful as I’d like to get home early and without a headache.
As a footnote, during the whole angry event above a young and chubby teenage boy of about 12/13 was bouncing around the bus shelter. He kept staring at me and another lad who was wearing a suit, which automatically made me think he was a thief (not that he’d be able to find anything worth stealing from me). It was only when I was walking onto the bus behind him that I noticed the top of his ear was missing and that it looked like it had been bitten off.
Watch out for Mike Tyson roaming the streets of Liverpool.