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Right, as many people know, my last blog post was cut short due to Heather wanting her laptop back, but since then – most of the problems from the last blog post have passed, only 1 remains, and that will come later, but right now – i have good news.
Thats right, i said GOOD news.
You heard me.
No, im not playing with you.
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I got my knee fixed.
On july the 6th, i went into northampton hospital and had an extraction of exotosis from the right femur, basically – i got the abnormal bone growth removed, and there was much rejoicing . . .
Monty python humour aside, it was one of the final turning points for me in daventry, i no longer have a fucked up knee, so i dont have to worry about my walking problems, i can move properly, without my nerves playing tricks on me, or getting burning pains, or sudden pins and needles strikes from no-where – my knee, feels . . . healed.
Another bad part of my past, is now gone.
I also, moved.
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Yes, at least two pieces of good news in one blog post!
And, i feel slightly more seperated, i know people miss me, and i told them to keep in touch, or they told me, and now – im blogging from here, now – i dont have to worry about idiots, because if i even find some, thier idiots that dont know my name – i am free from the shadow of danetry school.
Free.
At long last i can stop being reminded of that place by the faces of idiots who ruined it for me, because the idiots i see now, if they even dare bother me, do not know me, my face, my name, or my past, no more shouts of “OI MANSFIELD” from four chav idiots in a car, followed by barrages of beer cans and shit (Which, if there was any justice in the world, god would let me carry around a TOW missile launcher to incinerate said idiots in thier vehicle moments afterwards) no more sniggering, no more deliberatly making me feel out of place with my friends because I am “Mansfield” because I am free from that place now, now if only i could get those i care about out of that shit-hole, and then hit the large red button with the word “Thermonuke” on it . . . but that little fantasy will never be, but i can be glad in the fact i left the idiots behind.
But what about the friends?
I miss quite a few people now, i miss the names, the people, the places – heres the thing with coming down here, I’ve left a lot behind, and now all i have left to do, is forge my own place here, then invite everyone down to raid me!
One odd thing mind, since Ive moved, I have seen a damn near clone-copy of my gormless friend Ed, Aka – Gibson while on the bus back from tesco, and while i was IN tesco, i was served by a woman called Jacqui, who could actually be Jacqui in about 5/6 years time, which was scary.
I used to joke about finding bizarro-world copies of my friends down here, you know – like the evil version of yourself from another universe (usually with goatie – which i have, and if IM the evil twin, god help those who know the good one) . . . now im scared I’ll actually do it!
But, since the move – things have been on the up, and thier downs.
Ive actually had a chance to use my camera properly for shooting footage in Pathfinder, which was damn good fun! I just wish that i could get a chance to see that footage, and i probably will some time soon!
On the down, my artistic skill has waned recently, which got on my nerves quite a bit, resulting in me being handed a hand-full of art books from my father, only one of which ive had a chance to skim-read so far, drat those heavy books, and the fact thier not train-portable.
Oh yes – and on the subject of down – my relationship has drawn into a serious problem, and im not sure what to do about it, if i end up single again soon – then it will not reach these pages as a matter of privacy.
And there is another problem, which i will leave until a more appropriate time (a later blog post – maybe the next one) but it will reach this blog, as i will now begin blogging more regularly.
Until then – I’m yet again reviving the futurama quotes –
"Not after all those years of slaving over that hot monkey brain!"
Professor Farnsworth