A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 87 - Guarding: The Tunnel Chase - a rare Victory Well... I say victory... I was assigned to an out of the way Brick making company just outside of Nottingham. The site was spread over the brow of a hill. At the bottom. the offices, then the st...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 84 - The Inter-Department Quiz I was working as fresh fruit/wet fish dep't manager, at the Nottingham Cooperative Society's Department store, the food hall in the basement. It was not a happy tome for me at all. The place and staff were very cliquey. So it surprise...
My association with Griselda, was without doubt, the most romantically and passion filled period of my sad life, and I still miss the chemistry of our entwined bodies in complete and utter ecstasy and pleasurable pain. My delight in her ability to lift me up, turn me over, and carry me around the room while tasting my foibles will remain with me forever. The Meal I went into the room to ask...
Saturday 4th February 2012: * Got everything ready for the visit to the doctors to have the stitches out on Monday... then realised it was Saturday and not Monday today. * Fell asleep again, pan of soup incinerated - again managed to salvage the saucepan though. Sunday 5th February 2012: * Broke up bread for pigeons ready for when it got light to feed them, then realised I'd broken the...
Part Three - Our first trip out, to the Cinema We were going to see 'Das Boot' at the Metropole Cinema in Sherwood, Nottingham. Not far from the flat I had the erotic pleasure of sharing with my beloved Griselda. I was on the step ladder, hanging the curtains, when she reminded me to get ready in time, as she lifted me down from the step ladder, and carried me in her magnificent rippling arm...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, which started in August 1947 Chapter 82 - Escorting the Prisoner After being on the minimum wage for so long, it came as a surprise to me when the boss asked if I'd like to do higher paid assignment for a day. I jumped at the chance. Then it came to light that it was a Prisoner Escort job, with an in...
29th January 2012: * An original first time effort for me this morning: I squirted Ibuprofen Painkilling gel onto my toothbrush, but thankfully I noticed before I started searching for my few remaining teeth to start cleaning them. I decided to store the gel in another area to avoid this happening again. * Could I find the pain-gel to put on me knees tonight? - Could I 'eck as like! Still search...
Sunday 22nd Jan 2012: * No Senior Moments to report today, unless of course, had one occurred that had taken affect at a later time, that my limited observational and memory cells had missed, by which time I would have become aware of its happening in which case it may be recorded elsewhere in this log, if I remember it. (I think)] Monday 23rd Jan 2012: * Caught bus to go to the dentist appoi...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 79 - Grappling with Giselda Ah... how I remember Grizelda Baumgarter (last name changed for obvious reasons). She was 5'11" tall, around 14 stone, lovely long hair, gorgeous wide hips, tree trunk legs... chunky and pear shaped if you like. And I liked! Now you might...
Weekly Senior Moments: Temporary mental lapses(humorously attributed to the gradual loss of one's mental faculties as one grows older, and medical conditions causing embarrassments). of a Nottingham Man (using the term man loosely), who's impecuniousness, is critical, his education minimal, his Social Skills none-existent, his age old, his health dubious, his looks horrendous, is bald, short, pot-...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 76 - Nearly My Stage Début - In Oliver Twist In their wisdom, (and having no one left to pick) the Bridgeway Hall Methodist Chapel's Theologian committee chose me to play the (small but essential they said) part of Charley Bates, one of Fagin's pickpockets. I surprise...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 71 Redundancies suffered 1960s: Where from: HM Forces, R.A.M.C. Why: Newly diagnosed medical condition. (Duodenal ulcers) 1970s: Where from: Private Store Manager Why: Owner sold business 1980s: Where from: Carters Drinks Why: Massive cutbacks to enable sell...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 67 - The Guarding the Turkey Farm Episode I was posted one November, to a farm near Kinoulton in Nottinghamshire, assigned to protect the Turkeys being fattened in time for Christmas. As usual the assignment instructions were vague and lacking in detail. when I arriv...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 66 - Christmas 1955 The first Christmas I can remember after Mater had hopped it, leaving me and Dad in peace. Dad being Dad, and not inclined to spend money unless it was absolutely vital, did get me a few Christmas presents though. A packet of the new fire-lighte...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 65 - The Hospital Visitor? After my cardiac surgery, and two days of which I can remember little, I was moved to the Intensive care for a day, then back into the 'Morris' cardiac ward in the Nottingham City Hospital. As I awoke, and looked at the paraphernalia protrudi...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 64 - One of my fortnightly trips to the public baths Each fortnight, Dad and I would venture out to the Public baths on Portland Street, in the Meadows area of Nottingham. It was a very stressful exercise for Dad, because it involved him parting with 3d (1½p), and th...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 63 - Hospital ProcedureThis chapter shoots to the present day - in an effort to recall my short term memory quickly and record the events semi-accurately, before I return to my usual haze when the affects of the drugs wear off. I'd starved myself, taken the medications,...
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