Days Without Alcohol: 26

I have just been banished to my bedroom because my sister Charlene has come up to paint the hallway and she has brought her daughter with her who for some reason screams in terror everytime she sees me.

I should point out that it is not just me, it is everyone she meets, the only people that do not make her scream in fright are her mum, her brother and her dad. So I am now sitting in my bedroom with nursing a rather bruised pride as my sister shouted at me as she came in the front door “Fuck off into your room, you’re going to scare my baby!”

I’ve just heard my dad say “Hello Megan” and my sister has just shouted at him “Leave her alone dad, you’re scaring her!”. It is going to be interesting to see how the child adjusts to pre-school when she hates being with people apart from her mum, dad & brother.

Days Without Alcohol: 26

I have spoken about diet pills in the past and I have received a couple of emails to ask me if I have actually taken these pills myself. After the twenty minutes it took for me to get over the feeling that I had just been insulted I thought I’d reply here rather than through email.

I’ve never taken any form of diet pill, for me dieting is mainly starving myself until i have lost a noticable amount of weight. I know that is potentially dangerous but there you go.

Although I have never taken a diet pill I do have friends who have taken diet pills such as Leptovox and a lot of them swear by it and some don’t.

I am sure if you do a quick search on Google that you will find reviews on almosy every diet pill that you can think of. This is much safer than taking advice form a misanthrope.

Days Without Alcohol: 26

Our new three-piece suite came and although the old chairs went downstairs to the chute OK the old sofa had to be smashed up in order to get it out the door. We had to lift it up onto the back balcony (we are on the first floor!) and shove it through the balcony door when we bought it about five years ago.

It was a hard bugger to break and it was heavy and I hurt my bicep whilst taking it downstairs. Even now, some 14 hours later, my upper right arm is still aching. I’m hoping I have pulled it and not torn it as I don’t want to miss football training with Bethnal Green Celtic on February 8th.

The affiliation request went through OK apart from the fact that our team has been registered as ‘Baethnal Green Celtic‘ I have a feeling that Wayne made a mistake when filling in the form and after he told me that he can’t remember if he did I’m worried as he is our club secretary.

We ordered some training balls and when Wayne pumped them up they split at the stitching. So we now have to spend more money on buying new footballs, I’m not going to buy anything from Sports Direct anymore!

I have to take Roxy to the vet on Friday as she has that infection in her bum again. This is the third time she has had the infection (well twice, the first time it took two doses of a strong antibiotic to get rid of it) and I think she might have to be flushed out, which will be expensive and uncomfortable for her.

It has just occurred to me that Roxy has only been alive about ten months and in that time she has already been to the vet more times than I have been to the doctor in 30 years!

Days Without Alcohol: 20

Last night my sister came around to do a bit of cleaning for my dad, she brings her boy with her and to be honest I am starting to harbour a little bit of resentment towards him.

Before anyone judges me for disliking my nephew he is a right little bastard. The first thing he does is drag all my bedding onto the floor and walk all over it, my bedding is white and now has muddy footprints on it that I just can’t get out!

He teases the dog and keeps putting her in a head lock and punching her. Last night he smashed her favourite toy onto my stone floor and laughed as it shattered into about 12 different pieces.

He likes to tease my dog by hiding in my worddrobe and has broken almost all my records in there by standing on them.

I’m not allowed to say anything though because it might upset my dad’s favourite little princess and she then might not come up and save his life by doing a spot of cleaning once every two weeks.

Actually she is not that bothered about what her boy does in our house, if it was in her own house or at a friend’s house then it would certainly be a different matter. Just like when I ask my sisters not to smoke in my house they just tell me to shut up and light up.

When I go to Swedish Michael’s house we have to take our shoes off, I find it silly but I do it because it is his house and not mine.

I had to go to the jobcentre today to sign on, I have not “signed on” for about 10 years. I made an appointment and the woman said to me that I had to go to the Labour Exchange in Drysdale Street.

I turned up at the Labour Exchange in Drysdale Street (or Pikey Hangout) to find it had been boarded up. I thought that I would go around the corner to the jobcentre in Kingsland Road and ask where it has moved to.

The only problem was that the jobcentre had been boarded up as well!

The woman on the phone said to me Drysdale Street. So I ended up walking around asking people and 30 minutes later I finally found the place, not on Drysdale street but in Hoxton Street about four streets away!

They would not see me because I was 20 minutes late for my appointment. I told him about being given the wrong address but the jaded man behind the counter obviously thought I was trying to con him like the majority of people who walk through the door. I was going to argue but I saw the two huge security guards slowly moving towards us.

I’m going to have to phone them again tomorrow and make another apointment.

I had a shave as well!

Days Without Alcohol: 19

I really need to get my arse into gear, last night I went to see a friend and during the time I was there his young son threw down a challenge to the adults in the room to a game of FIFA 2009.

Having played a bit of FIFA with my brother on a couple of ocassions I was overly confident and decided to scoop up that challenge and was so sure that even I could kick this 8 year old’s arse.

Turns out that kid has no life outside of his bedroom because he was so good that he caned my arse in every single game. So badly did I lose that I had to pretend that I was letting him win just in order to save a shred of pride.

I’m not sure many believed me.

I’m going to buy a PS3 at some point and one day I’ll exact my revenge on this juvenile hussler!