Love you for a thousand years…

And for a thousand more…..

Not posted for a while, but now we are together as God intended.

My love is infinite. And more.

Thank you.

For everything that has been.

And for everything that will be.

Until our end.

And that’s just the beginning…..

Eternity.

Together.

Love.

*hugs*

Ireland Holiday 2014–including Father Ted!

 

This is the small bit of Ballybunion beach from last week. Scortchingly hot and so lovely. Pity the water was freezing!

And we also went to see Father Ted’s house!

How to make a left-over diet pizza

 

Every felt like you need to use up those left over bits and pieces and didn’t want to pay £20 for a fecking pizza online? Well let’s do the Mr Angry Diet Pizza.

You’ll need:

1) Flour Tortilla:

Plus a blob or two of some tomato puree:

Which gets smeared around like a smeary thing, yummy:

Then add some left over bits:

As we can see here, there are some Swedish meatballs, and cheese and a few slices of leftover hams.

Which gives this. The diet pizza base. Now to add some extras!

Yes, some chillies and some chillie oil. You can omit these, but try putting some olive oil on the diet pizza instead. It really makes a big difference. You don’t need much, just a little drizzle.

Here’s the final result, ready to put into a 200c oven for about 10 minutes.

As you can see, put it into the oven and then close the door. Don’t, for example, throw the whole lot out of the window or smash your head into the fridge door. That would be erroneous.

 

And here’s the result. A lovely dinner with bugger all calories and using up all your leftovers.

Yum!

Happy 2014

If you have happiness, then bloody well hold onto it. Don’t let it slip.

And, as I’m probably in the very very exciting Norbury Pub for some reason, then please let me go home before 4am so I can luxuriate in the nice new memory foam mattress that arrived today. We have a nice big joint of the beefs for dinner, you know.

And I’m going to be having a party around February time. And for good reason!

Fuckers.

Two Years!

Well, two years together now and at last we are actually living together rather than Clare squatting at my old place, much to the amusement of my old landlord, Glen. So here’s a cheer to you! Yay!

For our second anniversary we went to the Little Bay restaurant in South Croydon and had a truly lovely time. Great food, quite reasonably priced too, with a bottle of bubbly to keep us warm against the wind and rain outside. Next time we go, which we will, we’re going to try for a Booth. They are so cute!

So, two years of loveliness, hugs, snuggles and so so much love! Here’s to 2013 and hopefully good news.

The Lovely Party

Last weekend we had Clare’s mum, sister, aunt, uncle and various randomly arriving cousins popping in for a house-warming dinner.

Cooked and served up by yours truly was a lovely stuffed rolled shoulder of pork (with a parma ham chicken breast stuffed with things also), roast potatoes, roasted veggies and a can of peas. At least that’s how I read it!!

Clare made a delicious cheesecake which was yummed up very quickly indeed! Oh boy, her cakes are amazing!!!

And nobody died. Which is a good sign the food was great.

Unfortunately, all the wine was consumed, along with some champagne also. And a big bag of crisps.

Everybody** took turns in knocking over the wine, so I reckon 2 bottles ended up on the floor.

 

 

**almost

The Big Move!

Finally, the big move has now completed and good god I am utterly shattered.

My girlfriend and I have finally got a place together, just 5 minutes walk up the road from where we were staying before, in a little double room with a shared kitchen and bathroom.

So lovely to have our own place: a 2 big double bedroom flat, with very modern kitchen, big bathroom and very large lounge and dining area. And the storage is wonderful!

Being built in the 1960s, it doesn’t suffer from the claustrophobic modern disease at all. Plenty of everything.

And it is fully furnished too!

The move itself began at 9am on Saturday with the signing of the contract (which I had to pay 100% for because somebody forgot her purse… lol), followed by the picking up of the van.

What happened next way 7 hours of sheer hell, with the moving of what appeared to be dozens of boxes full of heavy lead-lined shoes and breezeblocks. And that was just Clare’s house.

Then that lot was dumped rather unceremoniously at the new place, and then a panicked run around to my old place, which is on the 2nd floor, to pick up my stuff which also appeared to consist of dozens of boxes full of heavy lead-lined shoes and breezeblocks.

And we didn’t manage to finish it all and return the van by 5pm, so had to rent it for Sunday as well. At least it wasn’t quite as mental, as only 1 trip to our old abodes each, and then an expensive trip to Tescos to go buy the necessities.

Tonight, however, everything is put away, the PC back up and connected to teh interwebs courtesy of a dongle for the time being; beds all dressed; lovely home-made dinner waiting for me when I got in around 19:40.

Ahh bliss!

Another Eventful Time

Hello.

It is I.

There is something moving around and it ain’t us!

And that’s just Aliens or something like that.

And according to Mother, I now have T minus 38 days to reach minimum safe distance. Give or take.

Things will become less deranged closer to the event. Just remember: stay indoors!

Possible Woo and Yay!

Clare and I are going to view a property on Wednesday. A one bedroom place in South Croydon. 5 min from the station. Saw it yesterday informally, as it is still being renovated… Quiet, and with a nice front garden to soak up the sun.

Seeing it at 7pm on Wednesday.

Fingers crossed, eh?

Big hugs!

Extraordinary….

Lyrics make me a little emotional. Listen, read and understand….

What I have is nothing to my name
No property to speak of
And no trophy for my game
Intangible and worthless
My assets on the page
My coffers are empty
Any offer of safety has faded away
But what I have
What I have is

On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You take what I can give and you treasure it
On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You turn to me and say, I believe in this

That makes me lucky
God, I'm lucky, so much luckier than I ever thought I'd be
'Cause what I have (what I have)
Means so very little to this world
A promise that I kept and a bridge that I saved before it burned
The sacrifice that I made
Brought me to my knees
A choice that cost me everything and set somebody else free
But what I have
Is the value that you see in these things

On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You take what I can give and you treasure it
On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You turn to me and say, I believe in this

And every time I forget those things you bring them right back to me

With your patience
When I'm blinding mad
And your passion
When I'm really, really bad
And your eyes
Taking in everything I am
And your body and soul and the way that you know
How I treasure you

On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You take what I can give and you treasure it
On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You turn to me and say, I believe in this

A happy bunny….

Oh yes.

Clar ni Broin…

Every time I close my eyes… I see your face.

Going to be lonely for a while. Your night shifts are bad.

Hugs on Friday and Saturday night before you go to work.

And Sunday and Monday together again…..

 

Love you, my beautiful Irish rose. More than words can say. Holding you is like holding heaven….

Bloody lodger!

My fellow lodger over here in the sunny borough of CroyDon is such a lazy git. She’s a teacher, so I suppose I can’t expect anything else.

Here’s the beef:

I see she leaves some dirty plates and cutlery in the sink. I wash hers up. I buy the washing up liquid. (And the loo rolls, but let’s not get started on that bit – yet…)

I come home tonight to see my single small plastic carton and lid sitting in the sink from last night’s casserole reheat-fest. The draining board is full of her stuff.

FFS.

Come on, girl. You’ve seen me wash your stuff. Put your stuff away. And you don’t do mine?

And, of course, there’s the small matter of the big sign saying “Please do your washing up – it’s not nice to see things in the morning” Jesus wept. I might leave a single plate, or something like that, overnight.

And I get this!

So, from now on I am not going to clean your crap up.

Sooner you bog off to Spain the better!

Buy your own bloody washing up liquid AND your own bloody loo roll.

She seems to spend hours in the toilet. And she eats the loo roll. So fuck you.

Dreaming of my Clar Ni Broin

Love for Clare.

LIsten.

Feel.

And, love.

Forever.

 

 

 

 

Clare, I am yours forever. Just wish we could be together more. Even for an hour or so. Your shifts are so bad. But, I will always wait for you…….

Big pile of shifts

God damn! My lovely Clare is now working 3pm – 11pm until Easter day. So no eggs for her. At least we can spend Easter Monday together without having to get our carcasses out of bed! I fancy a BIIIIG bacon fry-up on the Monday!

With more bacon.

Obviously!!!!!!!!!

I really hate her shifts.

A Message To The Past..

I took my blog temporarily down yesterday after having a long conversation with my (soon to be) ex-wife. She was upset at some of the language I used, and at some of the posts I’ve put up.

I have amended a couple of postings from last year.

And I would like to state, on, and for, the record:

• I was never really a good dad. I thought I was, but I wasn’t. I had issues and problems, mainly around how much I was drinking, working late and how much time I spent with my girls. I am doing my best now.
• I tried to guide her, but obviously came across as being a bully and a control freak.
• I am honestly sorry for everything – we should have split a long time ago and not tried to carry on like we could fix something that was so monumentally broken.
• I have always tried my best to support my loved ones.
• I did things that although I don’t recall, have resulted in pain.

My STBX wife and I had many issues which went for a long time unresolved. We both had some bad instances. We both have done very bad things. However, they no longer matter as we are both in a much better life now.

Things have now changed and we are both free of our past life and of each other. I am with Clar ni Broin. She is with Simon. We are both very happy with our new lives.

So what is the point digging at each other anymore? I don’t see there is one.

I hold nothing against her. I wish her all the best, all the love that she certainly deserves, and needs. T, I will still be your friend if you will have me.

To the World:

• I love my girls and want nothing but the best future for them, with love, excitement, for them to achieve what they can, with all our support.
• Am so proud of you in the Gang Show this year.

• I want them to meet my Clar ni Broin sooner rather than later. Clar is the most wonderful woman I have ever met. So loving, so kind, so gentle, so accepting, so smiley and so so so much in love with me. _I_ am the happiest man that has ever lived, truly.

For everything that has happened, let us learn from the mistakes. Clare and I are so much in love, it is incredible, We plan a wonderful life together.

A couple of my tunes, just to raise up your spirits:

A lovely second one….

Music, eh?

Oh there’s so much to choose from. But I have chosen. Oh yes. Now, only the slightly easy task of persuasion now:

1)  Cascada

2) Tori Amos

3) Dougal & Gammer

4) MIchael Woods

5) BBC Symphonic Orchestra On Crack – Playing “Wowowoutdshglsdhgoiywetoy and shithityhwoureoweyuytu fuck arse!!!!” in e-minor.

St Patrick’s Day “Tazering”

Went along to what is called “The Quays” on Saturday night with my wonderful girlfriend Clare, and her sister and some friends.

This is me:

I happen to be wearing flashing Irish bunny ears for some reason. And that’s a pint of beer of some description. Not sure what time this was – possibly around 11 ish. The place was rammed something stupid. You could hardly move your eyebrows without bumping into some mad person in a green shirt. Lots of hands shaken after saying I was from Glasgow, which is nice. Pity Ireland lost against England at the rugby. But, on the bright side, Clare looked ever so sexy in her Ireland top. Mmmmm!

Anyway, I quite enjoyed the tazering (that’s what I call what purports to be dancing). The two live bands were excellent. Clare is the most amazing dancer you have ever seen. She is _so_ good! I’m not understating this: she is FUCKING AMAZING!!! She’s got style, the moves, the lyrics, the action and my ever-lasting love for being such, well, lovely and snuggly and wonderful!

After exciting taxi ride home (where one of the occupants was in desperate need of a pee) from Archway down to Norbury then onto Addiscombe, ended up collapsing in bed around 2am. A little earlier than expected.

We can have it all…..

Oh god.

We can.

Even though you are asleep recovering from a night-shift, we can have it all.

Bodies together.

Warmth.

Love.

That’s all we need. And we have it all.

Truly.

Clar Ni Broin, Cailean Mór <3 you, my darling.

Oops!

(Mr Angry, yesterday)

Ever get the feeling you should really have double-double checked what you were about to send?

Yes, that’s me.

Just sent something fairly innocent to my ex by text which was destined for my girlfriend.

I am. Beaker.

Lucky it wasn’t something more passionate.

Poor Clare on night shifts….. now I won’t see her until Sunday evening.

Is that better than her earlies, when I end up at work at 7am? Um.