Wednesday, 27 December 2006
THE DAY AFTER BOXING DAYMood: loudNow Playing: more sedately...Topic: Daily Doings
THE DAY AFTER BOXING DAY and life returns.
The High Street heaving, seething with all those people who wisely put off spending until what used to be called the “January Sales”. Even I, feeling generous with myself, splashed out £5 on a mobile phone battery I’ve needed for weeks but never got round to sorting out… (The old battery was so knackered you got three minutes talk time before you had to rush and plug the handset into the wall.) So typical of me to live with something like that. Most people would get driven up the wall and replace it on day one. Most people!! That’s not me… If I were “most people”, imagine the pickle our world would be in! Office hours would be midday to eight pm for starters. Have a good lie in when you can, I say. Street lights would be Vegas-style multicolours so the metropolis looked amazing from descending aeroplanes. Trafalgar Square would be the scene of a humungous rave each weekend. Everyone would come to London, New Official Centre of the Universe!!! I could go on but the world’s a crazy enough place already…
So we’re at a lull in the mass celebrations. People are composing themselves ready for New Year’s Eve. Now I did used to do New Year’s with some gusto, but two years in particular, 2000 and 2001 I think I overdid it. You shouldn’t have to recover from a night (+most of next day) partying as if you're convalescing from tuberculosis or cholera. That’s when “fun” is starting to go to unfunny extremes.
No, I just have a few drinks and let the evening pass by now. To be honest, I remember New Year's Eve as pressurized fun. Everything you do on a night out you have to do three or four hours earlier, e.g. getting into club at nine rather than one. Arranging cabs hours in advance. Lots of stress and organized chaos. No, I did have some fun in years gone by but I’m happy for a younger generation to have taken up the baton (or light-stick)…
Sometimes I muse about the 19-20somethings and wonder, is life as amazing for them as it seemed for us at that age? Everyone buries that amazing feeling of self-discovery in a rosy daze of nostalgia special only to them. People of my parents’ generation tended to rhapsodize over the 1960s. They’ve forgotten all the times they couldn’t have a drink because it was Sunday and the shops were shut, etc, etc. Our memories become canonized. We all do it.
There’s an old raver’s joke: How many clubbers does it take to change a lightbulb? Fifty. One to change the lightbulb and forty-nine to say lightbulbs ain't what they used to be...
Posted by gledwood at 11:57 PM GMT
Updated: Thursday, 28 December 2006 5:01 PM GMT
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Thursday, 28 December 2006 - 12:45 PM GMT
Name: "Old Head"
Great blog mate! You are an excellent writer.....Stay safe and look forward to better times in 2007. You should write for Black Poppy....(google it...)
Best,
An Old Head
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Saturday, 20 January 2007
Boxing Day
Tuesday, 26 December 2006
Boxing DayMood: chillin'Topic: Daily Doings
BOXING DAY and everyone slept in till well past eleven. I only woke once in the night with an intruder spooking sinisterly about my bed. Then I woke up a bit and realized I was in someone else’s house…
Was offered a fry-up for breakfast. A fry-up is the best cure for a hangover, so the scientific Sunday papers say. I wasn’t hung over so I declined in favour of simple coffee and toast. Even the man of the house, the one who was swaying in mid-space with an inane grin on his face yesterday evening was not hung over. I had to go home in the end as I needed somewhere to take my last bit of gear in peace (everyone else had finished theirs). I was staying in a mixed house with users and nonusers; the rule there is if you have something, don’t get caught — which is difficult when the bed you slept in adjoins the kitchen with a door that won’t even close and even the bathroom has no lock… (for historical reasons). A great deal of history has gone on in that house and you have to respect people’s funny ways…
So I went back to my place which is awfully quiet. I live in a kind of hostel. Christmas barely touched the place.
The guy downstairs is a manic-depressive drinker with an exwife and kids. Every week or so a very well turned out woman draws up in her gleaming car and a rabble of screaming gurgling children pile into his room. The place must feel very empty when they’re gone. Christmas Day can be a day that rubs your nose in all you’ve lost.
Well I haven’t taken too many drugs or drink. (Though I have called myself an alcoholic, I know I drank less on Christmas Day than many “regular” folks do.) I had a surprisingly nice time and it wasn’t as stressful as feared.
If you didn’t have a great time, everyone, then I hope it was tolerable.
Take care everybody,
Gleds.
Posted by gledwood at 1:35 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 26 December 2006 1:39 PM GMT
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 - 2:04 AM GMT
Name: "Andi"
Glad to hear you had a good time for xmas. Discovered your blog a week ago and found it an interesting read, you appear intelligent and articulate, is it not possible for you to be a functioning addict? i.e. a job and a cheap place to rent?
All the best
A
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 - 5:36 PM GMT
Name: "mousie" Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.comE-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
hello my friend
not too bad a Christmas isn't it?
we don't know much about you actually? how old are you? asked the curious old mummy mousie???
thank you for all the kind words and poem, give us more please...
take care
mousie
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Friday, 29 December 2006 - 8:09 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
I'm 34 years old. ("Old enough to know better", some people would say!) (By the way I read in the paper a commentary piece about modern society and how nobody's in any hurry to grow up anymore. They said people don't say they "feel grown up" until they're past 24 now... I've always been young for my age (for that read "impressionable"/"immature"). )To be honest I don't know that I felt grown-up till I was about 28. Now I feel the same age every year, if you know what I mean. I can understand how old people feel now, being just as young as they always used to be, yet trapped in an ageing body...
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Friday, 29 December 2006 - 8:18 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
"Andi" wrote:
Glad to hear you had a good time for xmas. Discovered your blog a week ago and found it an interesting read, you appear intelligent and articulate, is it not possible for you to be a functioning addict? i.e. a job and a cheap place to rent?
All the best
AI function as well as I can. The place I live is called "bed & breakfast" meaning one room among many in a house with my own room key, cooking facilities in room (oppressive in summer!!) shared dirty bathroom.
I would love to be functioning better than I am, but I feel I'm doing as well as I can.
Don't mistake articulacy (is that the right word? articulateness) well don't mistake that for being high-functioning as one of the American detox facilities puts it... I'm a very obsessive person so when I get a bee in my bonnet for doing something I do it with considerable gusto... I can imagine what you may be thinking reading this... I've tried to explain to people before that I feel my will is broken. it works against my self. Or two sides of me are in conflict. The one that wants to take drugs at any cost and doesn't care what becomes of the other nearly always seems to win out...
Gleds
Boxing DayMood: chillin'Topic: Daily Doings
BOXING DAY and everyone slept in till well past eleven. I only woke once in the night with an intruder spooking sinisterly about my bed. Then I woke up a bit and realized I was in someone else’s house…
Was offered a fry-up for breakfast. A fry-up is the best cure for a hangover, so the scientific Sunday papers say. I wasn’t hung over so I declined in favour of simple coffee and toast. Even the man of the house, the one who was swaying in mid-space with an inane grin on his face yesterday evening was not hung over. I had to go home in the end as I needed somewhere to take my last bit of gear in peace (everyone else had finished theirs). I was staying in a mixed house with users and nonusers; the rule there is if you have something, don’t get caught — which is difficult when the bed you slept in adjoins the kitchen with a door that won’t even close and even the bathroom has no lock… (for historical reasons). A great deal of history has gone on in that house and you have to respect people’s funny ways…
So I went back to my place which is awfully quiet. I live in a kind of hostel. Christmas barely touched the place.
The guy downstairs is a manic-depressive drinker with an exwife and kids. Every week or so a very well turned out woman draws up in her gleaming car and a rabble of screaming gurgling children pile into his room. The place must feel very empty when they’re gone. Christmas Day can be a day that rubs your nose in all you’ve lost.
Well I haven’t taken too many drugs or drink. (Though I have called myself an alcoholic, I know I drank less on Christmas Day than many “regular” folks do.) I had a surprisingly nice time and it wasn’t as stressful as feared.
If you didn’t have a great time, everyone, then I hope it was tolerable.
Take care everybody,
Gleds.
Posted by gledwood at 1:35 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 26 December 2006 1:39 PM GMT
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 - 2:04 AM GMT
Name: "Andi"
Glad to hear you had a good time for xmas. Discovered your blog a week ago and found it an interesting read, you appear intelligent and articulate, is it not possible for you to be a functioning addict? i.e. a job and a cheap place to rent?
All the best
A
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 - 5:36 PM GMT
Name: "mousie" Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.comE-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
hello my friend
not too bad a Christmas isn't it?
we don't know much about you actually? how old are you? asked the curious old mummy mousie???
thank you for all the kind words and poem, give us more please...
take care
mousie
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Friday, 29 December 2006 - 8:09 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
I'm 34 years old. ("Old enough to know better", some people would say!) (By the way I read in the paper a commentary piece about modern society and how nobody's in any hurry to grow up anymore. They said people don't say they "feel grown up" until they're past 24 now... I've always been young for my age (for that read "impressionable"/"immature"). )To be honest I don't know that I felt grown-up till I was about 28. Now I feel the same age every year, if you know what I mean. I can understand how old people feel now, being just as young as they always used to be, yet trapped in an ageing body...
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Friday, 29 December 2006 - 8:18 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
"Andi" wrote:
Glad to hear you had a good time for xmas. Discovered your blog a week ago and found it an interesting read, you appear intelligent and articulate, is it not possible for you to be a functioning addict? i.e. a job and a cheap place to rent?
All the best
AI function as well as I can. The place I live is called "bed & breakfast" meaning one room among many in a house with my own room key, cooking facilities in room (oppressive in summer!!) shared dirty bathroom.
I would love to be functioning better than I am, but I feel I'm doing as well as I can.
Don't mistake articulacy (is that the right word? articulateness) well don't mistake that for being high-functioning as one of the American detox facilities puts it... I'm a very obsessive person so when I get a bee in my bonnet for doing something I do it with considerable gusto... I can imagine what you may be thinking reading this... I've tried to explain to people before that I feel my will is broken. it works against my self. Or two sides of me are in conflict. The one that wants to take drugs at any cost and doesn't care what becomes of the other nearly always seems to win out...
Gleds
Christmas Day 2006
Monday, 25 December 2006
Christmas DayMood: a-okNow Playing: Santa Baby...Topic: Daily Doings
Hi folks, I have to be quick.
Woke up at about 5 o'clock this morning. Nothing I own tells me the time (left my phone at my mate's charging by accident 2 days ago, getting it back when have Xmas dinner later).
Went out for cyder around 8am. Shops empty. These are 24 hour shops. Many are run by Moslems so they don't care what day it is as long as money's coming in.
Just before 9am I had my special Xmas day hit. Remember I said I had an Xmas 1g? That it lasted from 6pm on 23/12/6 till 9am 25/12/6 is a miracle in itself. Lovely big hit of B with a twinkle of coke... Set me up for the day, I'd like to say. Actually 10 minutes later I fell back to sleep... only rousing with the Queen's Speech at 3pm.
Scurried to my mate's house.
The lady of the house was bogged down in turkey trimmings. The man of the house was drunk enough to be swaying... (remember my sketch of Xmas Day I gave yesterday... too truthful!)
Of course we'd all run out of "gear" by now. So calling my dealer a big expedition to the park was arranged. Six bags bought from dodgy blokes on benches. Quite a regular queue of the local down-&-out were making their way in and out.
Xmas Dinner was absolutely lovely. HUGE turkey + all trimmings! + cauliflower + broccoli cheese (my favourite!) + Xmas pudding + an Xmas cake we've not even tackled yet...
Hope all your Christmases are this good.
See yers 2morrow, love Gleds xx
Posted by gledwood at 6:00 PM GMT
Updated: Monday, 25 December 2006 6:11 PM GMT
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Monday, 25 December 2006 - 6:57 PM GMT
Name: "Laurie" Home Page: http://www.laurieishii.comE-Mail: laurieishii@yahoo.com
Hello Gledwood!
Merry Christmas! Jesus is the Reason for the Season - it is so good to hear from you and it sounds like you are doing pretty well, more than usual at least!
Last night we were at our Pastor's place with some friend's from church. Anyway, what really inspired me was our friend Nico - he comes from a totally homosexual lifestyle, (since he was 17 years old, now he's over 40) and he now is serving Jesus Christ. He has completely given up his old ways - knows who he is in Christ as a "New Creation" (the bible says that when you receive Jesus as your Lord and Savior and are born again "You are a new creation, behold, old things have become new." 2 Corinthians 5:17) He has completely abandoned himself to God and has fallen in love with Him.
When I spend time with someone like Nico, I am so encouraged - I see the power of God - I have seen a number of men that have come out of homosexuality and are serving God. Because I myself have come out of homosexual relationships myself, I know it is not an easy thing... but if God can save and deliver someone who has lived as a homosexual for years - He can surely do so for someone who's lived as a drug addict for years. It's all about "denying yourself" (which our natural self struggles against) but when we beome new and Jesus lives inside of us - we can actually MAKE A CHOICE not to use drugs anymore, and it is God's power inside of us that gives us strength to follow through.
You are going to be okay. You have people praying for you now - I have told my church friend's to be praying for you - it's only a matter of time... God wants you, there's no escaping Him!
Have a wonderful day and BLESSED New Year! God LOVES you so much - if you were the only person on this earth, He still would have sent Jesus to die for YOU! God bless!
Much Love, Laurie
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Tuesday, 26 December 2006 - 10:38 AM GMT
Name: "Robyne" Home Page: http://www.seekingtheblueprint.blogspot.comE-Mail: creativetrips.writing@gmail.com
Thanks for dropping by my blog. What an interesting blog yours is!
If blogging isnt to raise our consciousness and at the same time allow us to tap into our creativity then what is it for?
I find this blog of yours confusing and yet fascinating...I will make sure I keep dropping by.
Happy New Year and thanks for blogging
Christmas DayMood: a-okNow Playing: Santa Baby...Topic: Daily Doings
Hi folks, I have to be quick.
Woke up at about 5 o'clock this morning. Nothing I own tells me the time (left my phone at my mate's charging by accident 2 days ago, getting it back when have Xmas dinner later).
Went out for cyder around 8am. Shops empty. These are 24 hour shops. Many are run by Moslems so they don't care what day it is as long as money's coming in.
Just before 9am I had my special Xmas day hit. Remember I said I had an Xmas 1g? That it lasted from 6pm on 23/12/6 till 9am 25/12/6 is a miracle in itself. Lovely big hit of B with a twinkle of coke... Set me up for the day, I'd like to say. Actually 10 minutes later I fell back to sleep... only rousing with the Queen's Speech at 3pm.
Scurried to my mate's house.
The lady of the house was bogged down in turkey trimmings. The man of the house was drunk enough to be swaying... (remember my sketch of Xmas Day I gave yesterday... too truthful!)
Of course we'd all run out of "gear" by now. So calling my dealer a big expedition to the park was arranged. Six bags bought from dodgy blokes on benches. Quite a regular queue of the local down-&-out were making their way in and out.
Xmas Dinner was absolutely lovely. HUGE turkey + all trimmings! + cauliflower + broccoli cheese (my favourite!) + Xmas pudding + an Xmas cake we've not even tackled yet...
Hope all your Christmases are this good.
See yers 2morrow, love Gleds xx
Posted by gledwood at 6:00 PM GMT
Updated: Monday, 25 December 2006 6:11 PM GMT
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Monday, 25 December 2006 - 6:57 PM GMT
Name: "Laurie" Home Page: http://www.laurieishii.comE-Mail: laurieishii@yahoo.com
Hello Gledwood!
Merry Christmas! Jesus is the Reason for the Season - it is so good to hear from you and it sounds like you are doing pretty well, more than usual at least!
Last night we were at our Pastor's place with some friend's from church. Anyway, what really inspired me was our friend Nico - he comes from a totally homosexual lifestyle, (since he was 17 years old, now he's over 40) and he now is serving Jesus Christ. He has completely given up his old ways - knows who he is in Christ as a "New Creation" (the bible says that when you receive Jesus as your Lord and Savior and are born again "You are a new creation, behold, old things have become new." 2 Corinthians 5:17) He has completely abandoned himself to God and has fallen in love with Him.
When I spend time with someone like Nico, I am so encouraged - I see the power of God - I have seen a number of men that have come out of homosexuality and are serving God. Because I myself have come out of homosexual relationships myself, I know it is not an easy thing... but if God can save and deliver someone who has lived as a homosexual for years - He can surely do so for someone who's lived as a drug addict for years. It's all about "denying yourself" (which our natural self struggles against) but when we beome new and Jesus lives inside of us - we can actually MAKE A CHOICE not to use drugs anymore, and it is God's power inside of us that gives us strength to follow through.
You are going to be okay. You have people praying for you now - I have told my church friend's to be praying for you - it's only a matter of time... God wants you, there's no escaping Him!
Have a wonderful day and BLESSED New Year! God LOVES you so much - if you were the only person on this earth, He still would have sent Jesus to die for YOU! God bless!
Much Love, Laurie
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Tuesday, 26 December 2006 - 10:38 AM GMT
Name: "Robyne" Home Page: http://www.seekingtheblueprint.blogspot.comE-Mail: creativetrips.writing@gmail.com
Thanks for dropping by my blog. What an interesting blog yours is!
If blogging isnt to raise our consciousness and at the same time allow us to tap into our creativity then what is it for?
I find this blog of yours confusing and yet fascinating...I will make sure I keep dropping by.
Happy New Year and thanks for blogging
Late Christmas Eve
Sunday, 24 December 2006
Late Christmas Eve...Mood: brightNow Playing: Let it snow let it snow let it snow...Topic: Daily Doings
RIGHTY-HO FOLKS — IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE well and truly. It being Sunday and my having done everything I was able to ahead of time, I had nothing to do today except to sleep… and sleep… and sleep… not waking up from my multiplicitous dreams till it truly was evening.
I have always had mixed feelings about Christmas. I have to admit I did feel slightly tearful for the sake of certain Xmases past…
The Anglo-American Christmas means going totally over the top. (It bears little resemblance to the same festival as celebrated in Continental Europe, seriously!) Tinselly decorations all over the place, Christmas trees popping up everywhere, Santa Claus’s dodgy face (what is he smiling about??), our high streets festooned with Christmas lights… office parties every night… TV and newspapers full of it… increasing drunken celebration every day… one big countdown… last shopping hours on Christmas Eve… then BANG! The entire country starts shutting down — so God help you if you have an emergency not covered by the 999/112 services. Trains stop running not far after eight o’clock (even if they are scheduled). By midnight nearly everyone is in Church… or down the pub. Christmas Morning is peak time for Children, tearing open their presents. Adults do the same in a more restrained manner. Americans have the edge over us Brits when it comes to Xmas dinner as they also cook turkey on Thanksgiving Day — more practice.
There are two basic patterns of Christmas Day I could describe to you…
A: the respectable family have their detested relations round. Not too many people get drunk. Dinner is definitely ready by 2 o’clock. Cuckoo clock-style presents are opened at five pm because the family are so respectable and restrained. They probably go to bed at five thirty, knackered out by the intoxicating kick of three extra-small Sainsbury’s own brand (Advocaat+lemonade) snowballs…
B: the “normal” or “rough” (depending how you view ’em) family awaken at 11am hung over, kids twittering on downstairs. Wife swears, rushes downstairs, retrieves beachball sized turkey, slams it in oven. I can worry about the trimmings later, she tells herself lighting up a Benson and Hedges. Suddenly: — Gaah! People remember precisely which detested relations are expected in an hour’s time. Ten minutes later and a queue at the diarrohoea-stinking bathroom and a car honks merrily outside. The idiots are an hour early. Christmas Day for this family involves ever increasing doses of alcohol as anaesthetic. Drunken games of Trivial Pursuit (or Twister if you’re feeling daring). At three pm the Queen comes on television to make vague platitudes and wish everyone a pleasant Xmas. This marks a pause for renewed drink-pouring and much clinking of glasses (assuming by this time people are conscious enough to pay attention).
Turkey is finally cooked by four or five pm. Most people can’t manage much more food as they’ve been at the Ferrero Rocher/Quality Street/Guylian Chocolate Shells/Terry’s All Gold all afternoon. But everyone gives the dry bird a good stabbing.
Remember to compliment the cook. Six pm and emotions are running high. If outright hostilities have not broken out before, they’re well overdue now. If not, most people pile down the nearest pub (and it has to be the nearest as they’re all far too bladdered to drive — even on Albanian roads.
And night-time passes in a haze…
Come Boxing Day everyone wishes they’d remembered to stock up on more Alka-Seltzer.
The country stays half dead until January 2nd when things spring miraculously back to life and everyone has to work extra-hard to pay their humungous overdrafts off.
And that, My Friends, is the Gledwood’s sketch of Xmas…
Do have a Merry One!!
Posted by gledwood at 8:32 PM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 24 December 2006 8:34 PM GMT
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 10:04 PM GMT
Name: "Micah" Home Page: http://www.junkylife.com/micah
Thanks for commenting on my blog. I have been reading yours all day today. i love it. Is that picture of that guy sitting in a field and he has blond hair on your blog a picture of you?
Micah
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 10:34 PM GMT
Name: "Bloggers Home Page" Home Page: http://www.bloggershomepage.comE-Mail: sales@bloggershomepage.com
Hello mate. Thanks for the comment on the Weird Sites Blog-it's nice to know some has a look.
I'd forgotten how good your blog is!
No, it is not hypocritical for an addict to write about the dangers of addiction. If you help just one person to stay on the right path then it is worth it.
Look after yourself. Have a happy Xmas and great New year.
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 10:44 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth" Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi Gledwood, At last I've managed to get into your blog again. I don't know what's been happening but whenever I tried I had no luck. So busy at the moment with all the Christmas stuff (think we are a bit of a mixture of your two types of Christmas family...the important thing is we do have fun!) but will pop back to catch up with all the posts I've missed. Take care
Ruthx
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Tuesday, 26 December 2006 - 10:41 AM GMT
Name: "ruth" Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi Gledwood
Thanks for dropping by. Really glad your day turned out merrier than you expected. Wishing you all the best for the New Year.
Rx
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Saturday, 30 December 2006 - 8:56 AM GMT
Name: "Ruth" Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi Gledwood
Re the Neoworks counter; I'm with Blogger Beta and can click on edit template and in the side bar area click on New Element; this gives a range of choices like add picture, add site feed etc. One of them says HTML/Java script and I just paste the code into that. Hopefully Lycos have something similar. Remember if your using neo2 that you need to paste in 2 codes, the first is just the tracking device, the second is the actual counter. Good Luck
Hope the New Year brings a better and brighter future
Love
Ruthx
Late Christmas Eve...Mood: brightNow Playing: Let it snow let it snow let it snow...Topic: Daily Doings
RIGHTY-HO FOLKS — IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE well and truly. It being Sunday and my having done everything I was able to ahead of time, I had nothing to do today except to sleep… and sleep… and sleep… not waking up from my multiplicitous dreams till it truly was evening.
I have always had mixed feelings about Christmas. I have to admit I did feel slightly tearful for the sake of certain Xmases past…
The Anglo-American Christmas means going totally over the top. (It bears little resemblance to the same festival as celebrated in Continental Europe, seriously!) Tinselly decorations all over the place, Christmas trees popping up everywhere, Santa Claus’s dodgy face (what is he smiling about??), our high streets festooned with Christmas lights… office parties every night… TV and newspapers full of it… increasing drunken celebration every day… one big countdown… last shopping hours on Christmas Eve… then BANG! The entire country starts shutting down — so God help you if you have an emergency not covered by the 999/112 services. Trains stop running not far after eight o’clock (even if they are scheduled). By midnight nearly everyone is in Church… or down the pub. Christmas Morning is peak time for Children, tearing open their presents. Adults do the same in a more restrained manner. Americans have the edge over us Brits when it comes to Xmas dinner as they also cook turkey on Thanksgiving Day — more practice.
There are two basic patterns of Christmas Day I could describe to you…
A: the respectable family have their detested relations round. Not too many people get drunk. Dinner is definitely ready by 2 o’clock. Cuckoo clock-style presents are opened at five pm because the family are so respectable and restrained. They probably go to bed at five thirty, knackered out by the intoxicating kick of three extra-small Sainsbury’s own brand (Advocaat+lemonade) snowballs…
B: the “normal” or “rough” (depending how you view ’em) family awaken at 11am hung over, kids twittering on downstairs. Wife swears, rushes downstairs, retrieves beachball sized turkey, slams it in oven. I can worry about the trimmings later, she tells herself lighting up a Benson and Hedges. Suddenly: — Gaah! People remember precisely which detested relations are expected in an hour’s time. Ten minutes later and a queue at the diarrohoea-stinking bathroom and a car honks merrily outside. The idiots are an hour early. Christmas Day for this family involves ever increasing doses of alcohol as anaesthetic. Drunken games of Trivial Pursuit (or Twister if you’re feeling daring). At three pm the Queen comes on television to make vague platitudes and wish everyone a pleasant Xmas. This marks a pause for renewed drink-pouring and much clinking of glasses (assuming by this time people are conscious enough to pay attention).
Turkey is finally cooked by four or five pm. Most people can’t manage much more food as they’ve been at the Ferrero Rocher/Quality Street/Guylian Chocolate Shells/Terry’s All Gold all afternoon. But everyone gives the dry bird a good stabbing.
Remember to compliment the cook. Six pm and emotions are running high. If outright hostilities have not broken out before, they’re well overdue now. If not, most people pile down the nearest pub (and it has to be the nearest as they’re all far too bladdered to drive — even on Albanian roads.
And night-time passes in a haze…
Come Boxing Day everyone wishes they’d remembered to stock up on more Alka-Seltzer.
The country stays half dead until January 2nd when things spring miraculously back to life and everyone has to work extra-hard to pay their humungous overdrafts off.
And that, My Friends, is the Gledwood’s sketch of Xmas…
Do have a Merry One!!
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Updated: Sunday, 24 December 2006 8:34 PM GMT
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 10:04 PM GMT
Name: "Micah" Home Page: http://www.junkylife.com/micah
Thanks for commenting on my blog. I have been reading yours all day today. i love it. Is that picture of that guy sitting in a field and he has blond hair on your blog a picture of you?
Micah
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 10:34 PM GMT
Name: "Bloggers Home Page" Home Page: http://www.bloggershomepage.comE-Mail: sales@bloggershomepage.com
Hello mate. Thanks for the comment on the Weird Sites Blog-it's nice to know some has a look.
I'd forgotten how good your blog is!
No, it is not hypocritical for an addict to write about the dangers of addiction. If you help just one person to stay on the right path then it is worth it.
Look after yourself. Have a happy Xmas and great New year.
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 10:44 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth" Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi Gledwood, At last I've managed to get into your blog again. I don't know what's been happening but whenever I tried I had no luck. So busy at the moment with all the Christmas stuff (think we are a bit of a mixture of your two types of Christmas family...the important thing is we do have fun!) but will pop back to catch up with all the posts I've missed. Take care
Ruthx
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Tuesday, 26 December 2006 - 10:41 AM GMT
Name: "ruth" Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi Gledwood
Thanks for dropping by. Really glad your day turned out merrier than you expected. Wishing you all the best for the New Year.
Rx
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Saturday, 30 December 2006 - 8:56 AM GMT
Name: "Ruth" Home Page: http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com/
Hi Gledwood
Re the Neoworks counter; I'm with Blogger Beta and can click on edit template and in the side bar area click on New Element; this gives a range of choices like add picture, add site feed etc. One of them says HTML/Java script and I just paste the code into that. Hopefully Lycos have something similar. Remember if your using neo2 that you need to paste in 2 codes, the first is just the tracking device, the second is the actual counter. Good Luck
Hope the New Year brings a better and brighter future
Love
Ruthx
Nothing's Going Well
Sunday, 24 December 2006
Mood: coolNow Playing: Tiredly...Topic: Daily Doings
NOTHING’S GOING WELL today. For example, I had some fun seeking myself out on Yahoo and Google. In so doing, of course, I did eventually find a “recovering” heroin addict’s blog I’d stumbled upon a few days earlier. I knew I’d left a comment somewhere but it wasn’t there, so under the top post with “0 Comments”, I said hello and directed the author to my blog. I thought it would be interesting to get the viewpoint of another (ex-)user. I send my greeting off only for the old greeting (a couple of days old) suddenly to pop up underneath my new one and I can’t delete either. Now it looks like I’m really hassling this person… So if you are reading this, Micah, I’m sorry about that. I’m not always as crazy as I seem.
Do you know what, even in my life, I feel my dreams from sleep seeping across daylight through my twilight.
If I could be sleeping now…
Let me say what I’m reminded of. In one of my old jobs, “inputting” at a greenscreen mainframe terminal of a huge company. Working nights. (I had poor sleep back then, and that was 15 years ago!) Plugged into our Walkmen, typing to music, my brains became neutralized, floating down the hallway of my dreams, unconsciousness dripping from the mirror of the pool where it had dropped.
Poetess Sleeping
Dumb in a numb tree, wailing gaze,
Glancing glad and mournfully, afire and tired,
She falls asleep and furnace of her eyes
Refracts, a million-fold, the cosmic fire.
If she is two her dream-half falls awake,
Finding one she lost in a rainbow’s eye,
The dewy pupil of a sleeping flower
Ensphered, like evening’s sun in eyes of rain
And raining dreams and pools;
The rain grows trees.
Night writes her book in the words of day
And after dreams her poetry awakes,
A drab aphasiac in this world of words.
One and a half shopping days to Christmas:
Strangely, the shops weren’t as jammed to the rafters as they’ve been in previous years.
I had to “do” Boots the pharmacists with my mate “Valium” Marilyn. (Imagine a Valium’d Marilyn Monroe of pensionable age. Cockney accent and loud of voice.) She had bought someone in her family a hair clippers by mistake; she needed to exchange these for an electric face shaver.
Being oblivious to her queue-jumping (about 20 couples of all races politely packing their perfume purchases behind her) — blustering direct to the front she grabbed a young male assistant. I haven’t seen a shop assistant look so down in the mouth at being accosted by a customer for quite some years. I assisted him by hurrying the conversation along and past the £79.99 Philishaves and down to our three options: Boots’ own (mains-only) £19.99 electric shaver; Braun razor plus clippers one hour recharge green £33.99 or ditto blue £33.99 with neck short-back-&-sides strasightener. So we went for the three-in-one blue.
The poor shop assistant. To a series of inane yet surely stock-in-trade queries, e.g. “Which is the best one?” he rolled his eyes back like a boxer who’d taken one punch too many that afternoon.
Fair enough, what is the guy meant to say to a question like that. We were stood facing three or four shelves full of electric razors £20-£120. If it was my shop, the “best” one would surely be the most expensive. But it was I who had to but in with “how much do you want to spend?” (he was really useless). “What do you need it to do?” (She didn’t know, she’s not a man. But she knew she didn’t want hair clippers.) So we (or rather I) edged her into choosing one that not only disposes of beard but trims sideburns and can do grade 5-4-3-2-1 head shaves — bit of everything: perfect!
I left Marylin at the till. If anyone can swizzle a refund on her unwanted hair clippers, Marilyn can.
Had to dash round to other friend’s. Dealer arrived and sold me a 1g lump of Xmas heroin. (Sorry but you “straight” lot do Xmas as plastered out of your heads on alcohol as you can manage; I’ve been hooked on my stuff for over seven years outright and if there’s any day I “need” it, it’s Xmas Day for sure.)
Sitting here alone — one side of my room lit fireglow red (very drowsy (I’ve heard that red lights make you angry:— not me. The red light helped me sleep when I was insomniac some weeks back. And it’s for my pet hammy. But you can click Chinese Mouse under topics if you want to read about that)).
I’ve no telly, just radio. I was going to tell you about that before but somehow the subject of my TV-free life never came up. It started as an experiment. A broken telly gave me the opportunity to try and live life TV-free. Well I have done for over a year now and have to say, I don’t even miss it now. (I do watch telly, of course; I just watch other people’s tellies…)
My radio is tuned to Radio 4 and BBC World Service — talk radio so good it’s almost like TV for the blind. When I want music I tune into the pirates (the FM dial is jammed with pirate FM stations — one weekend I counted over 50). Every taste is catered for from funky Jamaican dub-ska-reggae to the UK style of 2-step garage to drum-&-bass breakbeat to “old-skool” hardcore rave (imagine a barn dance hosted by aliens at double speed and you have “happy hardcore”, the cheesiest emanation of this drug-inspired music. If you are in London, try Eruption FM for “further details”!)
I once texted in my request “Just for You London” which is an early 90s raver’s track, something that, sandwiched between the most frantic of chainsaw tekno tracks hits you like a breath of fresh air. Because this 19 year-old DJ had actually heard of it, I got “respec-respec-respec” (everyone under 20 wants to talk like they just got off the boat from Kingston these days — even if they’re white).
But the guy couldn’t play my track because he “didn’t have it on him”.
Okay folks, it’s getting later.
Time ticks on…
I’m off!
If perchance I don’t get online between now and then I’ll say this again: here is wishing yous all a Very Merry One Indeed!!!
From Gleds!
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 10:35 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue Eyes"
Merry Christmas to you too Gledwood:)
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 6:36 PM GMT
Name: "mousie" Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.comE-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
just wanting to say thank you for all your nice words, and visits...don't worry if I'm sometimes a bit too much "old mum"...
go on writing my friend, it's so interesting to read you...we've much to learn from each other on this earth...that's the great side of blogs...I wish you a peaceful night...i'll go to bed early with a pile of books, and my hubby will watch football, the dog will come and sleep on my feet...life may be quiet and nice...
take care my friend
all the best from mousie
Mood: coolNow Playing: Tiredly...Topic: Daily Doings
NOTHING’S GOING WELL today. For example, I had some fun seeking myself out on Yahoo and Google. In so doing, of course, I did eventually find a “recovering” heroin addict’s blog I’d stumbled upon a few days earlier. I knew I’d left a comment somewhere but it wasn’t there, so under the top post with “0 Comments”, I said hello and directed the author to my blog. I thought it would be interesting to get the viewpoint of another (ex-)user. I send my greeting off only for the old greeting (a couple of days old) suddenly to pop up underneath my new one and I can’t delete either. Now it looks like I’m really hassling this person… So if you are reading this, Micah, I’m sorry about that. I’m not always as crazy as I seem.
Do you know what, even in my life, I feel my dreams from sleep seeping across daylight through my twilight.
If I could be sleeping now…
Let me say what I’m reminded of. In one of my old jobs, “inputting” at a greenscreen mainframe terminal of a huge company. Working nights. (I had poor sleep back then, and that was 15 years ago!) Plugged into our Walkmen, typing to music, my brains became neutralized, floating down the hallway of my dreams, unconsciousness dripping from the mirror of the pool where it had dropped.
Poetess Sleeping
Dumb in a numb tree, wailing gaze,
Glancing glad and mournfully, afire and tired,
She falls asleep and furnace of her eyes
Refracts, a million-fold, the cosmic fire.
If she is two her dream-half falls awake,
Finding one she lost in a rainbow’s eye,
The dewy pupil of a sleeping flower
Ensphered, like evening’s sun in eyes of rain
And raining dreams and pools;
The rain grows trees.
Night writes her book in the words of day
And after dreams her poetry awakes,
A drab aphasiac in this world of words.
One and a half shopping days to Christmas:
Strangely, the shops weren’t as jammed to the rafters as they’ve been in previous years.
I had to “do” Boots the pharmacists with my mate “Valium” Marilyn. (Imagine a Valium’d Marilyn Monroe of pensionable age. Cockney accent and loud of voice.) She had bought someone in her family a hair clippers by mistake; she needed to exchange these for an electric face shaver.
Being oblivious to her queue-jumping (about 20 couples of all races politely packing their perfume purchases behind her) — blustering direct to the front she grabbed a young male assistant. I haven’t seen a shop assistant look so down in the mouth at being accosted by a customer for quite some years. I assisted him by hurrying the conversation along and past the £79.99 Philishaves and down to our three options: Boots’ own (mains-only) £19.99 electric shaver; Braun razor plus clippers one hour recharge green £33.99 or ditto blue £33.99 with neck short-back-&-sides strasightener. So we went for the three-in-one blue.
The poor shop assistant. To a series of inane yet surely stock-in-trade queries, e.g. “Which is the best one?” he rolled his eyes back like a boxer who’d taken one punch too many that afternoon.
Fair enough, what is the guy meant to say to a question like that. We were stood facing three or four shelves full of electric razors £20-£120. If it was my shop, the “best” one would surely be the most expensive. But it was I who had to but in with “how much do you want to spend?” (he was really useless). “What do you need it to do?” (She didn’t know, she’s not a man. But she knew she didn’t want hair clippers.) So we (or rather I) edged her into choosing one that not only disposes of beard but trims sideburns and can do grade 5-4-3-2-1 head shaves — bit of everything: perfect!
I left Marylin at the till. If anyone can swizzle a refund on her unwanted hair clippers, Marilyn can.
Had to dash round to other friend’s. Dealer arrived and sold me a 1g lump of Xmas heroin. (Sorry but you “straight” lot do Xmas as plastered out of your heads on alcohol as you can manage; I’ve been hooked on my stuff for over seven years outright and if there’s any day I “need” it, it’s Xmas Day for sure.)
Sitting here alone — one side of my room lit fireglow red (very drowsy (I’ve heard that red lights make you angry:— not me. The red light helped me sleep when I was insomniac some weeks back. And it’s for my pet hammy. But you can click Chinese Mouse under topics if you want to read about that)).
I’ve no telly, just radio. I was going to tell you about that before but somehow the subject of my TV-free life never came up. It started as an experiment. A broken telly gave me the opportunity to try and live life TV-free. Well I have done for over a year now and have to say, I don’t even miss it now. (I do watch telly, of course; I just watch other people’s tellies…)
My radio is tuned to Radio 4 and BBC World Service — talk radio so good it’s almost like TV for the blind. When I want music I tune into the pirates (the FM dial is jammed with pirate FM stations — one weekend I counted over 50). Every taste is catered for from funky Jamaican dub-ska-reggae to the UK style of 2-step garage to drum-&-bass breakbeat to “old-skool” hardcore rave (imagine a barn dance hosted by aliens at double speed and you have “happy hardcore”, the cheesiest emanation of this drug-inspired music. If you are in London, try Eruption FM for “further details”!)
I once texted in my request “Just for You London” which is an early 90s raver’s track, something that, sandwiched between the most frantic of chainsaw tekno tracks hits you like a breath of fresh air. Because this 19 year-old DJ had actually heard of it, I got “respec-respec-respec” (everyone under 20 wants to talk like they just got off the boat from Kingston these days — even if they’re white).
But the guy couldn’t play my track because he “didn’t have it on him”.
Okay folks, it’s getting later.
Time ticks on…
I’m off!
If perchance I don’t get online between now and then I’ll say this again: here is wishing yous all a Very Merry One Indeed!!!
From Gleds!
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 10:35 AM GMT
Name: "Holly Blue Eyes"
Merry Christmas to you too Gledwood:)
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Sunday, 24 December 2006 - 6:36 PM GMT
Name: "mousie" Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.comE-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
just wanting to say thank you for all your nice words, and visits...don't worry if I'm sometimes a bit too much "old mum"...
go on writing my friend, it's so interesting to read you...we've much to learn from each other on this earth...that's the great side of blogs...I wish you a peaceful night...i'll go to bed early with a pile of books, and my hubby will watch football, the dog will come and sleep on my feet...life may be quiet and nice...
take care my friend
all the best from mousie
Pre-Christmas Rush Day
Saturday, 23 December 2006
Saturday: Pre-Christmas Rush Day
Mood: d'oh
Now Playing: Not as Mistily as Before
Topic: Daily Doings
SATURDAY — THE PRE-CHRISTMAS RUSH DAY.
Strangely the shops weren’t as jammed to the rafters as previous years I recall.
There was the saga of Valium Marilyn and the hair clippers versus face shaver. She’s bought the wrong Xmas present for her son and I was there to see her take it back. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a shop assistant looking quite so put out in quite some time. (Marilyn’s constant questioning and requests are quite something to deal with.)
The dreaded fog is clearing. London Heathrow airport, BBC news informs me, is up to 87% capacity on internal flights today. British Airways had to cancel HALF their inland flights for the last couple of days because the fog means twice as much time must be allotted to each take-off and landing slot…
It was damp, chilly, and looked like a Christmas card, the infinite blurry fog through leafless trees…
I’m feeling better today than yesterday when I wrote that miserable post below. I didn’t post it yesterday partly because as I said I felt so frozen I didn’t have any energy!
Righty-ho. I’m not going to mention you-know-what’s today…
One good piece of news though, Suffolk police have charged a man over the murders of all five Ipswich “vice” girls.
If perchance I don’t get online between now and then, do have a merry one!
Lots of love
Gleds
xx
Posted by gledwood at 8:21 PM GMT
Saturday: Pre-Christmas Rush Day
Mood: d'oh
Now Playing: Not as Mistily as Before
Topic: Daily Doings
SATURDAY — THE PRE-CHRISTMAS RUSH DAY.
Strangely the shops weren’t as jammed to the rafters as previous years I recall.
There was the saga of Valium Marilyn and the hair clippers versus face shaver. She’s bought the wrong Xmas present for her son and I was there to see her take it back. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a shop assistant looking quite so put out in quite some time. (Marilyn’s constant questioning and requests are quite something to deal with.)
The dreaded fog is clearing. London Heathrow airport, BBC news informs me, is up to 87% capacity on internal flights today. British Airways had to cancel HALF their inland flights for the last couple of days because the fog means twice as much time must be allotted to each take-off and landing slot…
It was damp, chilly, and looked like a Christmas card, the infinite blurry fog through leafless trees…
I’m feeling better today than yesterday when I wrote that miserable post below. I didn’t post it yesterday partly because as I said I felt so frozen I didn’t have any energy!
Righty-ho. I’m not going to mention you-know-what’s today…
One good piece of news though, Suffolk police have charged a man over the murders of all five Ipswich “vice” girls.
If perchance I don’t get online between now and then, do have a merry one!
Lots of love
Gleds
xx
Posted by gledwood at 8:21 PM GMT
Friday, 19 January 2007
Frozen Christmas
Saturday, 23 December 2006
Frozen ChristmasMood: blueNow Playing: Feeling very blue...Topic: Daily Doings
FROZEN WITH THE DEPRESSION OF CHRISTMAS. In town today. Lent my friend £15 — couldn’t really afford to — but this person’s been good to me. (I know 100% I’ll get the money back but it just happens to be the very same day I get paid.)
Lying in bed, unconscious. Barely able to rouse self. Had things to do so I forced myself up.
All the time I feel physically slowed down and physically ill (each day I wake up aching all over). Emotionally unhappy. Mentally slow. And spiritually frozen.
London’s full of mist. No snow. No frost, even. But the place does look like a Christmas card.
As for Christmas Day — to me it’s just a dinner and I’m having that round my mate’s house (the one I lent the £15 to; are things making sense now?) I will not be on my own over Xmas.
Christmas for me has never been a truly joyous time. Having said that, I think back to Christmas past when I did indeed find Christmas spirits of excellent quality from a wide selection of bottles.
I think the key to our experience lies in attitude and expectations. I try to keep my attitude positive. I fight the negativity.
As for expectations, I find the key is not to expect too much; but on the other hand, don’t expect nothing. If you expect nothing from life, nothing might well be what you get!
If you’re still feeling depressed, pay a visit to the magical village of Plumpiemousie (http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.com). Expect the unexpected.
Have a merry Christmas Everyone,
Love from
Gledwood
X X
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 - 3:18 AM GMT
Name: "zeyno" Home Page: http://istanbulwitchy.blogger.comE-Mail: z_aksoy@yahoo.com
My darling,
I've enjoyed your posts immensely, I even left some comments. Gledwood, I think you're the coolest junky I ever met online. I am not a junky, I am more an alkie, but I'am around most of the time.
love
z.
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Saturday, 30 December 2006 - 5:19 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood" Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
ISTANBULWITCHY I CANNOT leave a comment on your blog as it only allows blogspot/googlers. You can change the setting, you know.
Well if you do read this, I wanted to say about that veiled man you pictured (well it could be a man, our Government recently admitted that a guy wanted for a high-profile murder seemingly escaped the country via Heathrow Airport drest in a full veil! Security didn't have the nous/assertiveness/whatever you wanna call it to SIMPLY CHECK HIS FACE against the FEMALE PASSPORT he was carrying...
Anyway I just wanted to say... isn't the veil banned under the Kemal Ataturk constitution?
Or was it not taken in Turkey?
Your blog is v interesting. (I've come across so many that aren't!)
Change your comments system, please!
Gled
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Saturday, 30 December 2006 - 5:24 PM GMT
Name: "gledwood with the right url:--" Home Page: http://istanbulwitchy.blogspot.com
Just so I don't get confused...
G
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Sunday, 31 December 2006 - 9:42 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood... AGAIN!" Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Duh! I take back the above re comments. Just figured out how to sign into Google this evening...
Frozen ChristmasMood: blueNow Playing: Feeling very blue...Topic: Daily Doings
FROZEN WITH THE DEPRESSION OF CHRISTMAS. In town today. Lent my friend £15 — couldn’t really afford to — but this person’s been good to me. (I know 100% I’ll get the money back but it just happens to be the very same day I get paid.)
Lying in bed, unconscious. Barely able to rouse self. Had things to do so I forced myself up.
All the time I feel physically slowed down and physically ill (each day I wake up aching all over). Emotionally unhappy. Mentally slow. And spiritually frozen.
London’s full of mist. No snow. No frost, even. But the place does look like a Christmas card.
As for Christmas Day — to me it’s just a dinner and I’m having that round my mate’s house (the one I lent the £15 to; are things making sense now?) I will not be on my own over Xmas.
Christmas for me has never been a truly joyous time. Having said that, I think back to Christmas past when I did indeed find Christmas spirits of excellent quality from a wide selection of bottles.
I think the key to our experience lies in attitude and expectations. I try to keep my attitude positive. I fight the negativity.
As for expectations, I find the key is not to expect too much; but on the other hand, don’t expect nothing. If you expect nothing from life, nothing might well be what you get!
If you’re still feeling depressed, pay a visit to the magical village of Plumpiemousie (http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.com). Expect the unexpected.
Have a merry Christmas Everyone,
Love from
Gledwood
X X
XxX
X
x
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 - 3:18 AM GMT
Name: "zeyno" Home Page: http://istanbulwitchy.blogger.comE-Mail: z_aksoy@yahoo.com
My darling,
I've enjoyed your posts immensely, I even left some comments. Gledwood, I think you're the coolest junky I ever met online. I am not a junky, I am more an alkie, but I'am around most of the time.
love
z.
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Saturday, 30 December 2006 - 5:19 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood" Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
ISTANBULWITCHY I CANNOT leave a comment on your blog as it only allows blogspot/googlers. You can change the setting, you know.
Well if you do read this, I wanted to say about that veiled man you pictured (well it could be a man, our Government recently admitted that a guy wanted for a high-profile murder seemingly escaped the country via Heathrow Airport drest in a full veil! Security didn't have the nous/assertiveness/whatever you wanna call it to SIMPLY CHECK HIS FACE against the FEMALE PASSPORT he was carrying...
Anyway I just wanted to say... isn't the veil banned under the Kemal Ataturk constitution?
Or was it not taken in Turkey?
Your blog is v interesting. (I've come across so many that aren't!)
Change your comments system, please!
Gled
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Saturday, 30 December 2006 - 5:24 PM GMT
Name: "gledwood with the right url:--" Home Page: http://istanbulwitchy.blogspot.com
Just so I don't get confused...
G
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Sunday, 31 December 2006 - 9:42 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood... AGAIN!" Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Duh! I take back the above re comments. Just figured out how to sign into Google this evening...
Continuing Sleep
Saturday, 16 December 2006
Continuing Sleep...Mood: downNow Playing: Exhaustedly!Topic: Daily Doings
HAVING STAYED OFF the “gear” as much as I could these past few days, I’ve been relying on methadone to keep me “sane”.
I know my excessive sleep would be blamed on the heroin, if I complained to drugs workers or doctors about it. I now know this is not the case.
No heroin and only the far weaker methadone and I’m still tired out and depressed and sleeping all day.
Shouldn’t moan about this, I’ve had depressions for years. Winter has got me so bad this time around though.
Christmas is looming. I’ve tried not to be gloomy about Christmas here, but to me and everyone like me, it’s a time of bleakness — no real fun. And the rest of the world feels like it’s stopped to boot.
When I was working, years ago, I always used to get laid off for at least a week at Christmas. So in good times and in bad, Xmas was never really much of a time…
As for New Year, I’ve never been one to choose that particular time to start imposing resolutions.
Before my addiction came along I was always capable of sticking to any arrangement I chose to make with myself. I never needed New Year as an excuse to push me along.
But I have to be honest, I’ve told myself I’m stopping heroin so many times only to let myself down, I’m very wary of making any resolutions at all nowadays, New Year or not…
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Updated: Saturday, 16 December 2006 6:50 PM GMT
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Sunday, 17 December 2006 - 4:35 AM GMT
Name: "Laurie" Home Page: http://www.laurieishii.comE-Mail: laurieishii@yahoo.com
It's hrad for me not to comment on every page... you mentioned that you feel like I live on the other end of the earth - and I do, literally! I have a couple of friends who are staying in London - and I'd love to go there some time - but I don't see it happening in the very near future. But some of (most of) what you have written I can SO relate to - in some ways it feels like it's so far away from my life now - yet at the same time it seems like yesterday. I don't ever want to forget where I came from, because I don't ever want to think that I am so far from that way of living that I could never go back... (in the sense of thinking that I'm 'above' ever living like that again) because I'm not - I'm just more like TERRIFIED of ever going back because I know for sure that it would kill me... it's ONLY the grace of God that saved me from that life...
I think the sleep is probably depression more so that the dope. When I was using and yet depressed - I was so high strung and stressed because I HATED being dope sick so much that I always wanted to make sure that I wouldn't have to be sick... I couldN'T sleep for fear of waking up too sick to hustle up some money for my 'medicine'...
How do you support your habit?
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Monday, 18 December 2006 - 12:44 AM GMT
Name: gledwood Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
"Laurie" wrote:
It's hrad for me not to comment on every page... you mentioned that you feel like I live on the other end of the earth - and I do, literally! I have a couple of friends who are staying in London - and I'd love to go there some time - but I don't see it happening in the very near future. But some of (most of) what you have written I can SO relate to - in some ways it feels like it's so far away from my life now - yet at the same time it seems like yesterday. I don't ever want to forget where I came from, because I don't ever want to think that I am so far from that way of living that I could never go back... (in the sense of thinking that I'm 'above' ever living like that again) because I'm not - I'm just more like TERRIFIED of ever going back because I know for sure that it would kill me... it's ONLY the grace of God that saved me from that life...
I think the sleep is probably depression more so that the dope. When I was using and yet depressed - I was so high strung and stressed because I HATED being dope sick so much that I always wanted to make sure that I wouldn't have to be sick... I couldN'T sleep for fear of waking up too sick to hustle up some money for my 'medicine'...
How do you support your habit? I'm on a methadone programme so have not felt the need to "hustle" beg, borrow or steal for some time. My trouble is I made a certain improvement but it's stopped there. I look back to maybe 3 years ago when I was using for breakfast, dinner and tea, I woke up every morning feeling like I was bashing my head on the pavement. Then the drugs made me feel better... around the circle goes... I know I could be doing a lot better. I'm not using on top every day though. Oh no, I'm thinking too much now...
Continuing Sleep...Mood: downNow Playing: Exhaustedly!Topic: Daily Doings
HAVING STAYED OFF the “gear” as much as I could these past few days, I’ve been relying on methadone to keep me “sane”.
I know my excessive sleep would be blamed on the heroin, if I complained to drugs workers or doctors about it. I now know this is not the case.
No heroin and only the far weaker methadone and I’m still tired out and depressed and sleeping all day.
Shouldn’t moan about this, I’ve had depressions for years. Winter has got me so bad this time around though.
Christmas is looming. I’ve tried not to be gloomy about Christmas here, but to me and everyone like me, it’s a time of bleakness — no real fun. And the rest of the world feels like it’s stopped to boot.
When I was working, years ago, I always used to get laid off for at least a week at Christmas. So in good times and in bad, Xmas was never really much of a time…
As for New Year, I’ve never been one to choose that particular time to start imposing resolutions.
Before my addiction came along I was always capable of sticking to any arrangement I chose to make with myself. I never needed New Year as an excuse to push me along.
But I have to be honest, I’ve told myself I’m stopping heroin so many times only to let myself down, I’m very wary of making any resolutions at all nowadays, New Year or not…
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Sunday, 17 December 2006 - 4:35 AM GMT
Name: "Laurie" Home Page: http://www.laurieishii.comE-Mail: laurieishii@yahoo.com
It's hrad for me not to comment on every page... you mentioned that you feel like I live on the other end of the earth - and I do, literally! I have a couple of friends who are staying in London - and I'd love to go there some time - but I don't see it happening in the very near future. But some of (most of) what you have written I can SO relate to - in some ways it feels like it's so far away from my life now - yet at the same time it seems like yesterday. I don't ever want to forget where I came from, because I don't ever want to think that I am so far from that way of living that I could never go back... (in the sense of thinking that I'm 'above' ever living like that again) because I'm not - I'm just more like TERRIFIED of ever going back because I know for sure that it would kill me... it's ONLY the grace of God that saved me from that life...
I think the sleep is probably depression more so that the dope. When I was using and yet depressed - I was so high strung and stressed because I HATED being dope sick so much that I always wanted to make sure that I wouldn't have to be sick... I couldN'T sleep for fear of waking up too sick to hustle up some money for my 'medicine'...
How do you support your habit?
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Monday, 18 December 2006 - 12:44 AM GMT
Name: gledwood Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
"Laurie" wrote:
It's hrad for me not to comment on every page... you mentioned that you feel like I live on the other end of the earth - and I do, literally! I have a couple of friends who are staying in London - and I'd love to go there some time - but I don't see it happening in the very near future. But some of (most of) what you have written I can SO relate to - in some ways it feels like it's so far away from my life now - yet at the same time it seems like yesterday. I don't ever want to forget where I came from, because I don't ever want to think that I am so far from that way of living that I could never go back... (in the sense of thinking that I'm 'above' ever living like that again) because I'm not - I'm just more like TERRIFIED of ever going back because I know for sure that it would kill me... it's ONLY the grace of God that saved me from that life...
I think the sleep is probably depression more so that the dope. When I was using and yet depressed - I was so high strung and stressed because I HATED being dope sick so much that I always wanted to make sure that I wouldn't have to be sick... I couldN'T sleep for fear of waking up too sick to hustle up some money for my 'medicine'...
How do you support your habit? I'm on a methadone programme so have not felt the need to "hustle" beg, borrow or steal for some time. My trouble is I made a certain improvement but it's stopped there. I look back to maybe 3 years ago when I was using for breakfast, dinner and tea, I woke up every morning feeling like I was bashing my head on the pavement. Then the drugs made me feel better... around the circle goes... I know I could be doing a lot better. I'm not using on top every day though. Oh no, I'm thinking too much now...
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