Happy New Year yeah. A fresh start. Shaking off the cobwebs of the year before. Planning of a bright new future. Full of enthusiasm for what is a new a strut to success.............. Yeah well I hope you are as no fucker else I know in this Country is.
Usually this time of year everyone is quiet but content, steady, weary off all the Christmas and New Year excesses. Not going out but having a quiet night in watching good winter telly and curling up on sofa drinking all the left over booze from Christmas that you wouldn't usually drink at any other time of the year like Advocaat and Creme de Menthe. By the weekend your on neat Campari and Dubonnet Red, all the good and normal stuff went a few days after new year!
But not this year though the whole Country is braced for for something bad happening and it is happening. The streets are empty of shoppers and businesses are closing down like billy-o. It's the first time I have really seen an economy, Country and even a City starting to crumble and it upsets me. I suppose I should have seen it coming but like most people in the World I've been too busy every day fannying about doing my utmost to enjoy myself and busy myself with thoughts of what I should be really doing, to busy to see the noose around my ankles tightening up year by year to the point where I went into work today and we all just got strung up to the ceiling by our ankles while a big fat Arab came in and took his cock out of his shemagh and jabbed us in the face with it for eight hours. I know some people that would pay for that experience............... I wouldn't.
I'm further upset by the fact over the Festive period I had some Family stuff to deal with, my mad old indestructible Dad is now terminally ill and for a short stretch thought we were going to lose him, we didn't, but we will soon, on the plus point it has forced Me and My Sis to make friends again and she gave us her dog Rosie but on the other hand while having some alone time it the intensive care waiting room I started to panic about not hitting my kpi targets for having an extra day off to go to Manchester to not miss my Dad possibly die. That's fine if I was earning £200000 a year...... I'm not..... No where near, about a tenth of it. But then I thought I can't be the only person in that or even worse position, I mean no matter how bad things got that day at least I got a free spaniel out of it.
But then I also thought spaniel or no spaniel fifteen years ago I said I was going to have retired by now and I was officially working into my retirement. I gotta work.
I hope you like that track, I wrote it back one Christmas in 2001, I was in a Burger King in New York and wrote the words gotta work and syke over and over again in biro on a napkin while Sam And Daves Hold On I'm Comin' played in the background. I got up and left to go and get pissed and snort cocaine and left the napkin on the table and..................................BANG... this comes out six years later. Well Ameriie you fucking thieving bitch whenever it comes on everyone knows now I wrote it but still thinks Beyonce sang it ..........................SO...........FUCKING.............THERE!!!!!!!!
See I could have retired on that alone, but Ameriie if you are reading this I will happily drop any royalty feltching and sign over the rights, promise not to go on Oprah and talk about it and tell everybody in the pub it was you and not Beyonce that sang it if you send me a signed polaroid of your cute little chocolate knockers!
Right laters Yeah
See what February brings, heard the military are developing a zombie race in Douenray to work in the retail sector or burying trucks in Sellafield. Gonna pop down and rattle some bushes with some dead squirrels see what happens.
INNABIT!
