Blue Saturday

hence the term of approbation amongst Wolves fans: "come on me babbies"

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love those

thanks :) took a lot of ropey ones too but the fair is such a treat, cd have took pics all night if Hannah wasn't nagging me

it's a dizzy scary moment of freedom when you remember you can do what you like to yourself

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjEHoz1r3bs

and the world might pick up the tab

and as if by magic my phone goes ring and i pour a little Tsikoudia

sup nv

hey dude :D

not drowning but waving

i shd've run away with the fair cos the trawlers don't leave from here no more

also Al Green = Jesus

trawlers tend to be dry these days, tbh. the aul fella often regales me with the tale of leaving a crew (including hull boys) in a late house in prob the faroes and taking the trawler back to ijmuiden with just him, the engineer and iirc the cook. He rang ahead and ordered a new set that new when to not be pissheads, iirc none of the new guys were from hull but two were grimsby lads

:D

dryness at sea i cd live with. those guys made up for it back at home, "3 day millionaires" was the common term for them, tailored suits, spending large, then back away again

like to drink with a few ex sea-going guys, not so many fishermen round anymore tho

also SUPREME NIQUE TA MERE

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jay that first hit of raki in the mornin it's enough to make you wet yrself

no youtube on phone ffs

The aforementioned aul fella is a long practiced millionaire of that type, unfortunately the rest of the time he was out we veered from church mice to hungry church mice who needed delousing, still tho lol

seafarers always a+ drink companions tho, that's otm

i remember you saying about yr dad

shd check back upthread how much Hull trawler-law i've already wanked on about, they were cowboys for real, i missed my only viable vocation tbh

love to but i'm on phones for next three hours apologizin for admin errors dad'd be so proud. Behave

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required reading

everything's "behaviour"

i meant i shd check tbh. there was less than i thought there wd be. glamis has murdered hull. we piss about in the ghost town.

they used to read a lot of cowboy fiction, felt like they was out on the range in the arctic ocean. hence Hull FC's theme tune being "Old Faithful"

OH WOW NEVER KNEW JOHNSON HAD WRITTEN A TRAWLER BOOK I'M ON THAT SHIT

wonder if the dude knew hull, quite poss

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liveblogging decay for entertainment and edification

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this is so fucking dope

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this is reprehensible. it's hilarious, obv

time has slowed right down to an awesome crawl since i got my tsikoudia on

same sluggish drip as the frozen spirit out the bottle

icically how u slowit down to an extent. These phones are making the time slow n all, think i prefer yr version

think slowitdown has always been part of my love for the booze, than and anchorage in a proper reality that's less full of head-wasps and the inevitable

that "IV my people" upthread's a bit good isn't it?

also I was chuffed to have got out of having to tek kids to fair this year, I'm far too much of a cooped-up miser to enjoy it.

ha! i always used to hate going to the fair and now i'm a single loser who misses them in the week i love it - no miserablism.

Supreme NTM are def worth everybody's attention, won't front that my french is good enough to pick up all the lyrics but their flow is beautiful.

i need to pull my head out of my batty and come out for a drink with you and chris et al soon

went outside for a fag and two nice young men wandered buy, asked me for a roll-up and then offered me some chemicals

serendipity

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adventure time

dryness at sea i cd live with. those guys made up for it back at home, "3 day millionaires" was the common term for them, tailored suits, spending large, then back away again

'...like the 'Sinker', the man who sank the shafts at the Mickley pit,
who thought nothing of being let down on a frosty morning into a
flooded pit up to his chest, baling water into buckets to be drawn up
to the top. To let off steam he saved his wages for a month or so then
headed for the town to blow them all on beer, which called 'lowsening
his skin'.'

i need to pull my head out of my batty and come out for a drink with you and chris et al soon

yep indeed! give chris a ring and we'll sort out a pint or six.

well, maybe not the beer :/

lol

spot the northern softy imo, you mention pints he assumes beer

I have a bunch of things to do today. I have a bunch of things to do every day. Most of those things I don’t want to do, I have no interest in doing. I don’t know where my interests lie. Some people would say I am a lazy man. Some people would say I am a self-centred man. Those opinions may be justified. I don’t know if those words, “lazy” or “self-centred”, are criticisms, or unchangeable aspects of human personality, or virtues, or empty words. I don’t know if all words aren’t empty.

When I start to write I do so with the idea that it might help me to think. I was going to say “in the belief” rather than “with the idea” but I don’t think this thought is as confident as a belief. I simply hope – hope? – that by writing things down I can tease out a train of thought, like untangling very knotted string. But I suspect that the fact of setting a word down onto the page, even if the page is as ephemeral and immaterial as this computer document, makes a decision for me, or edges out possible thoughts that haven’t reached the point of expression – by expression not suggesting that the thought lies somewhere pre-linguistic waiting to be bodied in language so that the reader – and I don’t know who I intend the reader to be, since in one way I’m speaking to myself but in another way I’m sure I intend to broadcast these words somehow because I’d welcome the response of a voice that isn’t mine to help me try to understand what I’m saying, even though I’ll likely disagree with that exterior voice because my own – vanity? – won’t want to acknowledge any criticism, or rather any idea that might prod me out of my comfortable sloth – so that the reader gains direct access to my inner pre-linguistic consciousness, an access I don’t appear to have myself, by the way, except inasmuch as I’m the reader.

That went interminable.

I have a bunch of things to do today and I can’t sit here right now listening to this mp3 of birdsong and passing traffic because I have to go to work, for a while, otherwise I won’t be able to afford my house and I’ll end up living somewhere entirely unsuitable for accommodating the children when they want to come to stay, even though personally right now I don’t think I care where I live, even though I know I would care as soon as I had to live somewhere uncomfortable, physically or psychically or whatever else. Even though it’s easy to be romantic when you’re warm and peaceful, easy to pretend you don’t care about hardship when you’re not experiencing hardship. I have a bunch of things to do today and really I’d much rather sit here untangling this string, tangling it maybe, more likely.

So I’m going to post my writing in the space that I’ve made here because, like I said, the point of writing is maybe to invite other writing to come over and inter-write itself with yours. Maybe. I don’t know very much, I’m sure of that. And every piece of this writing that I set out to do now – acknowledging that I often get bored of games very quickly and give them up and move on because I seem to be quite distractable, maybe – is going to finish not because I’ve finished thinking but because I’ve got a tedious bunch of other things to do.

admirably expressed. i'm better at getting the immediate things done than i ever was, and i suspect this makes me a marginally more useful human fetcher than was previously the case. Print this. Sort this. Stamp this. Show these ones all that. I'm awaiting the presumed payoff to becoming an expert checklister. Presumably somebody with a big enough pointing finger will come along one day and point out the point.

work huh?

not exclusively! could have expanded to meet these ppl here, play footy here, pay rent now, clean this, shave that, cook this, read this, remember that all this is v. enjoyable and fulfilling you ingrate.

a driving lesson here, some bills to pay, some cards to send, some pubs to keep out of. i'm learning - or being coached in - the art of thinking more than 3 hours ahead, so i don't drink myself to the point of failing to turn up for work the next day. but i don't like thinking more than 3 hours ahead. i'm not sure i like living in a fog or drunkover either but that's a slightly different point.

i'm not whining, i feel like i'm calmly examining the situation i find myself in and trying to work out what's to be done. the fact that tens of millions of people might find themselves in a very similar situation with no clue what's to be done is of no consequence to me tbh. or another tens of millions of people who think they know exactly what's to be done but that looks like death and madness to me, that's of no consequence, i don't want to scribble on anybody else's map of the world.

there are thousands of millions of people with completely different maps. some of them might be more interesting than others.

maybe not so much trying to work out what's to be done in any urgent sense as just finding it more interesting to meditate than to get on with the things that other people think i should get on with.

maybe literally i don't think the unexamined life is worth living.

but everything i say is only prescriptive for me.

blocks of contemplation is mostly what i look for in everything now but maybe also mostly all i feel able to do now. keep searching for music as an enveloping sea of sound without the marks of human interference even though i know, i know.

maybe just shut up and work for a bit, dummkopf

I don’t know where my interests lie. Some people would say I am a lazy man. Some people would say I am a self-centred man. Those opinions may be justified. I don’t know if those words, “lazy” or “self-centred”, are criticisms, or unchangeable aspects of human personality, or virtues, or empty words.

Feeling this a lot lately. Apparently there are people who don't hate their jobs, I don't know? Why don't I really like to do anything except exactly what I want to do at that moment? Am I a horrible baby? Etc.

because i work with people with autism spectrum conditions and because i see similar personality traits in my family and because i fixate on what i want and not what i have to do i sometimes ponder the inference, but a medical answer wouldn't be much of an answer to me either. i don't care about whether it's right to suck it up, i don't want to suck it up.

Haha. Same. It's also not about hard work, because I'll work my ass off in terrible conditions as long as I give a shit, you know? It's the boredom....