The Ghost part 14
I have decided to remove some of the uncontrollable hairs flourishing all over my shoulders and back. I feel that I am looking grizzly like the Sasquatch. I do dislike the rampant sprouting of hairs everywhere but on my head. But you're a man, I hear you say, get a hold of yourself! I'm gonna Veet myself on Thursday.
The wind is gusting today, up to 70 mph, and it's whistling through the trees, it's fairly humid with it and in the distance I can hear the incessant wail of a car alarm.
My tax repayment claim is sent recorded delivery. I have £500 to come back to me from 2 years of overpayment. Very useful as I can pay off the credit card; the last debt I have since my bankruptcy in 2007. It would be great to have a level playing field if I am to earn this haphazard wage while working for the city council.
Interesting Saturday watched Kirk Deighton 2nd's knock up 240 in the cricket in 45 overs. Dan, Nick with his son Cameron, Scott and co. Some ciders and some sandwiches. Big John hit 131(very efficient). We're off again on Saturday. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon really.
I was going to hang about until Wednesday in Wetherby, but I now need to go to Leeds to cash my refund from the social fund. I've no desire to spend a single broken nights sleep at number 97 and I think I may be working quite regularly through Citigroup, so it would be better to sleep central.
Last night I made a very tasty roast chicken thigh meal, rice a la Uncle Ben's. Cajun spiced and a lovely Butter Chicken sauce. Yum Yum...
Have no option but to return to Leeds to cash in the refund. I hate the new way this is run. You collect a ticket and fight over limited seating with selfish and rude foreign customers. There I was in a full house at the Post Office in the St Johns when a West African lady, large booty, shoved into the space between me and another customer. I declare to obnoxiously take that space from us both. I hesitated then spoke my mind, 'You fat fucking bitch move your ass you dirty bitch hoe!'
Refugees? I don't think there is a place more happy to welcome a weight of people who have taken all the menial work and reside in Starbucks from dawn to dusk in ethnic dress.
When did I last see Leeds as a prize? I think I used to enjoy it when I lived in Meanwood(2001) and in the Methleys Chapel Allerton(2003) and, more recently, Roundhay(2010). I can't say the desolate canvas of 97 has been anymore than a place of favour for Glenn. I guess it as all helped him 'own' the flat he's mortgaged to. A loud and perpetually empty space. Black kitchen furniture that is dirty, greasy and unloved by all persons since I stepped out in 2007; flapping fridge door, lost hob top knob, etc. Dusty red couched and loose floor tiles: ubiquity of laminate, rusting garden furniture and dead or dying yucca palms and bamboo that no Panda bear would find any nourishment in. A north facing balcony that sees sun for a month, but wind and squally rain all year round.
The wind is gusting today, up to 70 mph, and it's whistling through the trees, it's fairly humid with it and in the distance I can hear the incessant wail of a car alarm.
My tax repayment claim is sent recorded delivery. I have £500 to come back to me from 2 years of overpayment. Very useful as I can pay off the credit card; the last debt I have since my bankruptcy in 2007. It would be great to have a level playing field if I am to earn this haphazard wage while working for the city council.
Interesting Saturday watched Kirk Deighton 2nd's knock up 240 in the cricket in 45 overs. Dan, Nick with his son Cameron, Scott and co. Some ciders and some sandwiches. Big John hit 131(very efficient). We're off again on Saturday. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon really.
I was going to hang about until Wednesday in Wetherby, but I now need to go to Leeds to cash my refund from the social fund. I've no desire to spend a single broken nights sleep at number 97 and I think I may be working quite regularly through Citigroup, so it would be better to sleep central.
Last night I made a very tasty roast chicken thigh meal, rice a la Uncle Ben's. Cajun spiced and a lovely Butter Chicken sauce. Yum Yum...
Have no option but to return to Leeds to cash in the refund. I hate the new way this is run. You collect a ticket and fight over limited seating with selfish and rude foreign customers. There I was in a full house at the Post Office in the St Johns when a West African lady, large booty, shoved into the space between me and another customer. I declare to obnoxiously take that space from us both. I hesitated then spoke my mind, 'You fat fucking bitch move your ass you dirty bitch hoe!'
Refugees? I don't think there is a place more happy to welcome a weight of people who have taken all the menial work and reside in Starbucks from dawn to dusk in ethnic dress.
When did I last see Leeds as a prize? I think I used to enjoy it when I lived in Meanwood(2001) and in the Methleys Chapel Allerton(2003) and, more recently, Roundhay(2010). I can't say the desolate canvas of 97 has been anymore than a place of favour for Glenn. I guess it as all helped him 'own' the flat he's mortgaged to. A loud and perpetually empty space. Black kitchen furniture that is dirty, greasy and unloved by all persons since I stepped out in 2007; flapping fridge door, lost hob top knob, etc. Dusty red couched and loose floor tiles: ubiquity of laminate, rusting garden furniture and dead or dying yucca palms and bamboo that no Panda bear would find any nourishment in. A north facing balcony that sees sun for a month, but wind and squally rain all year round.
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