So here we are in the twilight of another year, October yeah. The nights are drawing in, it's pissing down with rain, frosts are coming, heating bills are going to go through the roof, your mortgage payments change notification will come through the post in the next couple of months........... possibly... mine always have done any way, Christmas is coming and if you work in retail it's an awful build up to a crescendo of increased targets and Christmas songs piped into your mind from now........ till mid January...... Nightmare?
Is it though?......... Well no is it bollocks, this is my favourite time of year and always has been if you went back to 1983 now you would see a big fat mess of a kid crooning over a tin of biscuits with the dogs at my feet looking a bit confused. See the tin wasn't full of biscuits...... it was... was..... full of ....... FIREWORKS.................... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Back then you could only buy fireworks during a short window of the year between October and Bonfire Night and even though they were on the whole made by Standard and pretty shit me mum used to let me spend my pocket money on one box a week and save them in a big tin....... there was and still is something magical about this even though they looked like this.
Really quite shit. There weren't that many bangs and squeals and stars in 1983 and the highlight of any home display was a rocket that just went up out of a corporation milk bottle and a the ones generally left at the end in the box that even i wasn't bothered about was a Mount Vesuvius or a Sparkle Diamond that just made me Mum go, "Ooooooooh." By the time of the evening they came out I was too off my face on treacle toffee and parkin to bother about fireworks.
Mind you I do have one memory when I was four my Grandma was round for a display but didn't like the cold so was sat inside; she must have been 80 then and we let a rocket off from a corporation milk bottle and it fell over and shot in the house and the dog chased it and we got worried about the dog. We found the dog but couldn't find Grandma all i remember seeing is this
???
I thought the rocket had taken her to heaven. It hadn't she was having an old lady poo in the upstairs bog and she didn't like wiping her bum with avocado coloured toilet roll...... hey it was the early eighties and avocado was cool. Anyway this was the dog, she were called Penny.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh doggy!.... yeah she's dead now but she did live till she was 14 and that actually isn't a picture of her its a pic Helen the dog I had in Germany but looked the same ish!
So back to the title of this post, I like this time of year, not for the previous but mainly as I like the cold coming in and the weather changing. I can get my coats out and wrap up warm and look foreword to Christmas..... I get really giddy! I missed this part last year as I was wandering round drawing on my face in Biro and feeling sorry for myself with a fractured skull, memory loss and deaf and full of revenge and hate after getting bounced by a bunch of pikeys for fun. But then I lost most of the year on that and feeling sorry for myself. But I had a trip to the docs a few weeks back to whinge about summit and it not often I go and it turns out I'm a bit diabetic. so fast forward a few weeks and I feel like a million quid, back to my usual self and I have started to look at my life.
Yeah everything is good and even though it's not idyllic I wouldn't do anything to change the last 4 years. I have the best friends you could wish and care for and enjoy going to work every day. Yeah I haven't got a Mrs at the minute but mind you I never seem to get that one right which is always a mixture of fate and pure idiocy but hey its something I'll work on.
So look at you own lives you'll probably find something you like in it and at the end of it not having a poo in a avocado bathroom in the early 80's
Enjoy YEAH!!