59 - Mary go down on the merry-go-round. All is fair on the fair ground

Apologies for the delay in this post, I've had it written on my desktop since Monday afternoon (its now Wednesday) but I seem to have come down with a rare stomach illness, must have picked up a bug, been pretty much stuck in bed since Monday, I'm not complaining, I like bed and I've had a day off work, but I've not been able to face any drink, so I'm going through a Trainspotting style detox, could have sworn my dog just crawled across the ceiling, anyway I feel like shite, can't stop throwing up, and I'm pretty I know the culprit. Anyway, here is how the original blog post was looking before being bed bound, thought I'd post it in a sort of Lost style flash back...

Flash back too Monday evening... 

I've been in a communication black zone since Saturday PM so bear with me. The reason of course was the Lost finale. Andy over at DarkUfo kindly let the community know that the finale was going to be spoilt on line very soon, so I have shut myself off from temptation and have not been online for about 48 hours [I was getting the shakes]. But lost is downloading now, should be available in a matter of minutes. 

My weekend was very nice overall, weather helped [and hindered] although I did go through a rollercoaster of emotions on Saturday involving Barry Chuckle [the littler chuckle brother]. I thought I would keep a very short photographic diary of my weekend, showing you a typical insight into the livfe, loves and liver damage of Nathan One.

I worked through Friday night, it was a good, no hassle shift. Got home for about 8 am on Saturday morning, and it was already roasting. Had a lovely day morning sitting in the garden, the only strenuous activity I did was to re pot my 8 chilli plants into individual pots, build my "ready to build" garden swing, and quickly dispatched the Sun crossword.

  

Then around 2pm I knew I need some sleep as I was back in work Saturday night. Nipped into the lovely cool West facing bedroom of mine to doze the afternoon way. Quickly checked the football, horsing scores, and out of habit logged into Twitter. Someone I'm following, either Keith Chegwin or The Viz re-tweeted that Barry Chuckle had joined Twitter, so I promptly [of course] found him and said Hi, amazingly R'Td me saying thanks and hello too. Pretty cool I'm in communication with BC from CB. Fucking annoyingly I did notice that after 2 days on Twitter he had over 7000 followers!!! That’s nearly 7000 more than me, so that wound me up.

Woke up about 2 hours later, the sun must have moved around the house and was now heating [and lighting] up my bedroom, stopping me from getting any sort of sleep, I've attached a picture, just to emphasise my point. I could not for the love of god get back to anything resembling proper sleep, so at around 5pm I gave up. Quickly checked Twitter, where I was up to an amazing 8 followers, then as a bench marking exercise I checked BC from CBs: "Account not found", done a bit of digging, and it was a fucking fake account, not only had the cunt RT'd me, making me so proud, but a fake Chuckle Brother had amassed nearly 1000x my amount of followers, in half the time he had an account.

Went to work Saturday, hot, tired, betrayed, thankfully, as far as work was concerned it was a pretty cool shift, my colleague got into a fight with a group of Scottish lasses, and ended up call one of them a bitch. Then wolverine [him dressed as an extra from Saved by the Bell] went for a walk, and a couple of beverageeeno's on the Millennium bridge, and had a lovely chat, sort of chat you can't really have at work because your always concious about well being at work.

Got home for about 9am and had a couple of hours sleep before some family came round and we celebrated the sunny weather in time honoured tradition. BBQ. Including a rather over competitive game of wind-badminton with GF-DAD1, which has left me aching since. And you know what, I'm thinking that I perhaps, just maybe, ate some undercooked meat.

Monday morning, I tried to bounce out of bed and download Lost finale, remember this is the overall series/show finale, nearly 7 years invested....

And now back to the present, Wednesday afternoon if your confused. So there I was on Monday, set Lost of downloading, didn't quite feel right, so went back to bed for a couple of hours, resurfaced at around noon, feeling utterly shit. But if anything could cheer me up it would be Lost...

Not to be, what I can presume to be down to masses upon masses of people trying to downloading the same files as me, it was taking an age. So I'm stuck in the house, feeling like crap, no Lost to watch, no internet access [I definitely could not go back on-line now could I?] I had only one option. Day time telly. Fuck, if I wasn't feeling depressed enough already, try watching Flog It then Blue Peter, fucking bunch of inbred mentals, flogging their shitty heirlooms, or fannying on in a garden, releasing Woodlice (yes, woodlice) back into the wild while wearing a cream cloth cap!

Monday night, and most of yesterday went by with my lying in bed. I did watch Lost [it finally finished downloading through the night]. It was fucking class. Enough said, if you didn't like it, fuck you. I'm a staunch atheist, and I still understood why they went the way they did. Live with it.

Had to miss work last night, and its now 12:46 and I'm still feeling like crap, so I imagine I'll be MIA tonight as well.

Sorry if none of this makes sense, my I am fucking ill. I will check it for typo's when I crawl out of bed. 


Fuck.