kween

Apparently the new mortgage survey has already taken place, my frazzled estate agent called (well he emailed, he doesn’t call these days, can’t think why) and said they were ‘very positive,’ which is good as I had visions of that place being overrun with fucking rodents like Hamlyn with the ceiling smashed all over the floor. I’ve been given a definitive deadline now, either I complete on Friday the 13th (ho ho ho) or that’s it. Mercifully I’ve got money from the sale of my much beloved Black Bitch so I’m okay until such time I get either the money from the sale of my gaff or my ex-buyers deposit.

Yesterday was a little fraught, after a day in this ‘ere office I rode home in the damp via roadworks kweenand set about running around in the style of Henry Hill a la Goodfellas which included racing to the shops, preparing a fish pie before rushing upstairs to IC’s gaff and fixing a puncture, untangling the chain, in time to make sure aforementioned pie wasn’t alight in the oven, taking a shower and making space for a good 5 minutes worth of plop.

IC and Mary came down at 9 and finally I could relax. We even ate at the table like adults in favour of leaning over ourselves and shovelling matter into the front of our heads like greedy crows. I was thinking as we ate and watched TV after, that I could never have done this sort of thing in that place I’m trying to wipe off my shoe. Of course I did, but I could never fully relax, always conscious of noise, of giving that little retard cause to believe he had some sort of audience resulting him making obscene noises in the guise of ‘music,’ if you think my hatred for Cunt has dwindled since being away from our shared front door then consider this, if anything it’s got worse as it’s been unleashed with impunity. I no longer have pretend that’s it’s okay.

I’m having a few teething issues with Brutta, the most annoying is that she’s, well, a bit gutless. The chances are that this is due to her engine restricted on account of her being running-in, but I’m concerned that following de-restriction she’ll not improve to the sort of levels I expected. I’ve no qualms with her in The City, I can weave her through gridlock like a bicycle but when the road is clear it’s just not fucking rocking out. The whole ‘fighting to keep the front wheel down’ I was expecting seems a long way off. Anyway, we’ll find out soon enough, the first service is due in a couple of weeks.

The nutter in the office is on one today. He’s wandering about humming and going up to people to enquire of their knowledge of Quantum Physics, he’s just asked me if I’ve seen ‘Murderland.’ I don’t know what that is, so I simply told him to piss off.

One of the first ever speed metal songs, fact.