Ever get the feeling you fucked up? (Gary it is Easter Sunday!) Exactly, what better day to talk about making mistakes, surely nailing the son of God to a wooden cross was not man's greatest decision.
I am not big on solitude and though I will always have Eddie I made a big mistake in calling time on me and Mr Scroggins co-habiting. There is a big hole in the house now he has gone ( I told him to use the front door but no, in his haste he charged straight through the living room wall)
I was going to write that I hate making mistakes but I am just like the human race, I never sodding learn, I make mistake after mistake, so I must get some perverse pleasure out of being a rubbish highland gamer (useless tosser). I should stop gambling as I have become quite awful at it, last years victories seem a distant memory. I am losing far too much money, so 'four months' to save a life might be being a tad optimitic on my part, I might be down to four weeks the way I am going!
Oh dear, I am sat at the keyboard in my shorts and have just looked down at a very sad penis that has poked out, (mine obviously) it has really gone into it's shell over the last few months, fed up of waiting for anything exciting to happen and that is the problem, if nothing happens we shrivel up and die. (MAKE SOMETHING HAPPEN THEN GARY) That is the standard response to my bleatings but I don't know what to do. My main problem is I am not good on my own. (JOIN A DATING SITE) Dating sites have to be by far the most depressing fucking places in the universe. On the last one I joined my picture was marked at 2 out of 10. That sounds bad but then you realise the people doing the scoring are mirror crackers, who are also on their own and whose hobbies include eating! The only reason I averaged out at 2, was because someone who called themselves 'Grumpy Old Dear' gave me a 4 and a wink!! Oh Happy Days.