Monday 9th April 2012 * Up at 0300hrs - To the WC, cup of tea, pain killers, to the WC, on the Spoof, up to the WC, spill tea over me knees.. luckily it was no longer hot, to the WC... usual morning up to now (0505hrs). Tuesday 10th April 2012 * Up and on the web at 0020hrs this morning. Determined to keep any senior moments to a minimum! Wednesday 11th April 2012 * Went over too see Stew...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 97: The Missing £20 The second and last time I was assigned to a CIT shift (Cash In Transit), was when I was at a factory in Lenton, Nottingham. They had a large amount of money (£12k) they wanted collecting from a bank in Nottingham's city...
Monday 2nd April: * No Senior Moments to report today, unless of course, one has 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. Or not. (I think) Tuesday 3rd April: * Hobbled to the QMC for weekly...
Monday 26th March: * Up early as usual, encourage to be so by the chest pains, I got a cuppa then went on laptop to the Spoof, then made a humorous graphic, posting link to the Spoof forum. Pleased with myself, I paid a visit to the WC... to find I'd left the heater on all night once again! Monday 26th March: * Walked into the city to getbird seed. Got the bus home, got in... and wondered wh...
A diary of one man's (Using the term man lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 96 The Night of the Call-Out! The client requested two Security Officer to cover for the night, for their own guards who had both reported in sick. To cover a meeting/party of executives party. It was at a posh mansion just outside Leice...
My Senior Moments This Week Monday 12th March 2012: * Up at 0300hrs - Went to the WC. Updated reminders and medical diary in readiness for visit to GP, re ticker monitoring device being fitted. Felt peckish, put pastie in oven. Went to the WC. Went on Spoof, did diaries, found some Snippet ideas, and went to the WC. Took out the burnt pastie from the oven. * Went to see Doctor, got prescrip...
Monday 5th March 2012: * Noticed the £2.39 Asda wall clock had stopped, so after a half hour search I found and replaced the battery, but the black plastic thingamajig fell off. So, undaunted I searched the hovel and found a screwdriver the size that would fit and allow me to carefully change the clock to show the correct time. Now with me painful fingers and not too good eyesight, this took me a...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 94 - A Night to Remember The path from the guard base, to the undercover police car compound, and the awaiting swipe point, was no longer than perhaps 800 yards, there and back, at the most. It was dark as usual, 0215hrs, the broken up old fa...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 95 - The Nottingham 9th Company Boys Brigade Band's Easter Parade I had been invited to play the drums on the Nottingham 9th Company Boys Brigade Band's Easter Parade around the Meadows area of Nottingham, and really wanted to take part. Unf...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 93 - Off on the Company Team Building Weekend I was working at a factory in Kegworth, in the engineering stores at the time. We were getting ready to set off in the mini-buses for a relaxing ride out into the Derbyshire hills for a week-end o...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 92 - The wind blew hard across the decaying graffiti'd gravestone littered cemetery.... The wind blew hard across the decaying graveyard. Creating unholy noises, and blowing up the Guards trouser legs something rotten, as he made his way acro...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 91 - The Night of the Flood The site was well out into the sticks, and consisted of the main factory, 12 electricity substations, and 3 separate warehouses, a fish pond (really no joke!) a secondary site with 15 lorries, offices, a fuelling po...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 91 - Stanley Matthews, or Jonah? It was on a very heavy muddy wet playing field come pitch, come quagmire on Melbourne Road Park, that I made my first (and only) appearance in the Nottingham Thursday Football League, for the Nottingham Co-op S...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 89 - A dark, dank, overcast night... It was a dark, dank, overcast night, with a roving light mist coming and going, interspersed with a get-you-soaking-wet light drizzle. I was assigned to a site that was about 14 miles out of Nottingham, in...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 88 - After the Heart Operation My first memory, was of the pain, and all the paraphernalia sticking into and out of seemingly all of my crevices. Slowly it dawned on me where I was, and what had taken place. I could not make out much detai...
My association with Griselda, was without doubt, the most physically satisfying 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 Highlight of her visit G...
A diary of one man's (Using the term lossely) utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 87 - The Inspector Calls Well.. he was expected to! The manager of the Tesco I was working at in Nottingham on what was then called Granby Street, but later became Maid Marion Way, informed me that the new Area Inspector (of Tesco stores) Mr P...
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