Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts

Friday, 2 November 2012

March 1st, 1999

Monday

As Ive said before, it was lovely to see Adele last night. She told me she would call on tuesday and we'd watch a few videos. I was up by 7am. and had one of the best working days (and longest) in a while. On a normal day (although regarding writing nothing is a normal day) Id work from 10am to 5pm and I'd get a fair deal done away with but today but today I worked from 8:30am to 8:10pm. Yep a near full 12 hours. Crazy but good eh?! I only stopped twice, once at 1:20pm for luncheon (until 2pm), then I popped to the library, 3:30pm and returned to my writing at 3:50pm (library is only around the corner.)
I nailed some great lines for my play "Punched Richard" (retitled "Gorilla Blanket" in 2007.) At 7pm I was hit by the idea of a comedy type poem which I decided to call "The Pub Crawl". Believe me this is totally different from my usual darker subjects, comdey is almost unheard of in my works. I do not have a funny bone in my entire body. All of them are bruised. And sad. The piece does have a bad side of course (what doesn't?) in the fact that its an every day truth but if you cannot turn something depressing into a thing of amusement then you're screwed in Life.
I have a few other poems on the boil too of course (im a poet, its what I do) so I'll crack on with them as soon as my eyes feel better. They're slightly 'letter strained' at the moment from my marathon 12 hour writing stint!
Poured myself a soothing drink 8:30pm, im doing bloody good! But alas 1 1/2 litres of cider won't do me much good (or do me much drunk haaaa) so I pulled a fiver from my magic wallet and trotted off to the Coop to get another 3 litres of Strongbow at 9pm, just as the shop was about to close.
Got merry and happy. Fell asleep. Bliss! Nos da x

Thursday, 18 October 2012

February 21st, 1999

Sunday

There are advantages and DISadvantages to me drinking again. I only intended to drink on saturday night but that was last night when I was drunk and anything was possible. Anyway the advantage to drinking on saturday is that I can stop leaving "Zero Booze" at the bottom of every page, and I can enjoy a night of revelry! The DISadvantage is obvious: im addicted to booze and can't stick to drinking on saturday. And as if proof were needed today Iwent to Pen Y Mynydd for lunch and felt like a drink throughout.
We went to Trostre, I spoke to Fiona and Lisa, it was Fi's last day working in HyperValue. I told her to call over later. Back at Mum's house I drank a can of lager. Bought cool mugs in town too by the way and when I arrived home in Burry Port I bought 2 litres of cider and 4 Special Brews to drink. Also popped into Penn's shop and got another 3 lites of cider. Went to bed drunk. Nobody called over. Hic!

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Monday, 17 September 2012

February 6, 1998

I began drinking quite early but kept a slow(ish) pace by hammering away on the Playstation. Though quite what I was looking at is beyond me! It was cider for breakfast, damn appletooth! (The beverage I mean, not my cat who ive named Cider.) Some people drink cider because its cheap but not I. I don't much like lager but have always enjoyed apple juice.
Ah wait, I remember Lorraine calling and going to the Windsor club with her to meet Rachel. Its slowly coming back to me as I write this days later.

Sunday, 16 September 2012

December 29, 1998

Some people think writing is easy or a 'cop out'. Some don't even consider it work!?? Are they mad? Probably. I don't hate them (much) but they frustrate the f**k out of me. Any way my laptop won't switch on, it needs a lithium battery. Bloody thing.
Went to my grans and we discussed whether its right to smack children or not. I said it was (mainly to wind her up) and mum agreed providing they were out of control. Gran said the birch didn't work but I recall a few years ago she said it did. Anyway I let it drop which is unusual for me as im normally like a terrier. Must have a headache.
Back home because I still had no battery, I played Tomb Raider III until 6.20pm then listened to "Oliver!"
Adele phoned at 7pm and we chatted for a while. She wanted to borrow my video recorder but of course my father wouldn't like it. Fi didn't go out on monday with her. And she said, "I love going to your mothers house with you." Adele gets on great with mum.
Had a bacon sarnie.

** Zero Booze **