Monthly Archives: August 2021

Had a great wee break in Ullapool-  great weather,nice people- great Whisky. Ah got a wee taste for the Whisky in Ullapool- and ah’ve had a wee tipple every day this week and drank a half bottle since ah got home yesterday at Six pm. Ah’ve opened another bottle that’ll probably die tonight at some point because ah’ve got the taste for it noo and it’s ‘ in me’. Big C says that he laughs at me wi’ the Whisky because ah start off savourin’ a nip and by the Fourth or Fifth One ah’m practically knockin’ them back in a slug. On Monday night in Ullapool- ah was sick after drinkin’ an awfy thing that a rather stunnin’ young Lassie bought me- she walked by Dunc, Big C and I and asked if ah wanted a ‘Shot’- she had a face mask on and sounded a bit muffled because of it, and ah had tae ask her tae repeat what she said. So, daft auld Cunt’s no’ in the mood tae refuse a young Woman’s offer of a drink. She told me tae knock it back in a One- er, and ah did and immediately felt sick and had tae vacate the premises tae find a Wa’ tae be sick behind. It was One of those sickly sweet fragments of an Abortion fae some hideous incest between Alcohol, Sugar and who knows. After bein’ sick ah felt fine and stuck tae the Balvennie Doublewood. On the Tuesday we had a quiet day drink wise and had a guid wee drink on oor last night. Ah got invited up tae Elgin for ‘a party, a Shacky up  and mare’, in Elgin, ‘ anytime.  The scenery was stunnin’ up there. Assynt, Loch Broom, Loch Maree, Torridon- just about too stunnin’ for words. It could’ny have been short of Eight Hundred Miles, the amount of Miles we travelled. It was over all too soon and back tae Livi was Shite, hey ho.

Ah’ll find oot tomorrow at the Infirmary if they can help oot wi’ ma sare legs- hopefully they can stick somethin’ in me that can widen the Arteries, otherwise ah’m effed. Ah’ve had the Black Dug as a companion for the last Two or Three weeks. Ah’m jovial and upbeat enough in company but when it’s just me ah just get depressed and almost Catatonic. When ah wake up first thing, ah’m like a Zombie for aboot half an Hour and by the time ah ‘un Zombie’ it’s time for ma Prozac and a Joint. The plan is tae cook the Bob Hope and use it as Tea- it’s got a nice taste and topped up Twice a day wi’ a wee nip makes for a nice Beverage. Like me, Chrissie B is a loose Cannon wi’ the drink. Ah thought ah’d throw that in because she got a bit worried that ah widny go tae the Infirmary in Edinburgh for ma appointment wi’ the Vascular people. If they can help, that’ll be me off the Joints. Ah wid look at it like bein’ a mistake away fae a Red Card at the Fitba’ if they could help me- and ah widny get booked again and wid hang up ma boots before bein’ substituted. Anyway, that’s for tomorrow. Debbie’s comin’ up for a wee catch up on Friday- ah’ll have tae get ma erse intae gear for her comin’ up regardin’ the tidyin’ up. There was a bit of upheaval and disruption wi’ the Boilers and Radiators gettin’ installed, but ah’ll have it looking OK for her and Rebekah comin’ up.  So, that’s the week aboot sorted- on Monday the Cancer Bus is off tae Ullapool for Three nights and ah’m lookin’ forward tae takin’ in aw the beautiful scenery we’ll be a part of on the way up and doon. Ah’m hoping tae take a few Photy’s, drink a few half’s and have a guid laugh.

Another beautiful day today. Ah should be at this website aw day but lately ah’ve been too pissed off tae want tae write anything. It wid just be negative and depressin’, anyway. The sun’s been shinin'( alot) lately and ah’ve got a wee somethin’ in the Bank, ma cupboards are stocked, ma Fridge is full but ah feel totally deflated and unhappy wi’ the way things have turned oot. Ah have tae stop smokin’ and ah’ve just no’ got the will power tae dae it. Walkin’ is just an evil necessity noo, instead of bein’ a wonderful thing tae enjoy.  Like the man said in the film ‘Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin”. The second option seems tae be the easier option at the moment.