Yesterday's P&L: GBP 50.00
Yesterday's Booze: Hardly a thing! 2 glasses of Rioja, 2 pints of Stella Artois, 1 large Cognac
So that was my birthday, I am now forty and shall have to start paying attention to all that spam e-mail about erectile dysfunction and Canadian viagra. Is that middle aged, I guess so. Actually as I seem to be living in dog years I must be almost geriatric. I had dinner in some cheap place with the parents and surprise, surprise the stalker. She had checked herself out of hospital for a few hours to come and see me, where she was about to find out if she needed a kidney transplant, so it seemed tactless for me to drink my own weight in booze which is my usual form on my birthday. Turns out she doesn't need it after all, the occasional health problems such as kidney shutdown are just side effects of the experimental cancer treatment she had a few years back.
Naturally enough she ignored my protests and brought me a present, a rather beautiful calfskin bound antique journal. After the Montblanc pen she brought me I can see where this is going. She seems to see me as a sort of cross between the Hungarian character in The English Patient and Indiana Jones. When in fact I am more of a cross between Gordon Gekko and Elvis with a touch of Sir Digby Chicken Ceaser, (look it up on youtube), thrown in. I keep catching her staring at me which is rather unnerving. as she has the sort of unbreakable gaze that could subjugate a pitbull. Still she had a good time which was nice because when she got back in the cab to the hospital, I didn't know how serious her health issues would be.
Now that the twelfth day is over, that's it for the festive period. We just have miserable weather and no fun. When I was a child I found it odd that the decorations all came down on my birthday and felt like a bit of a killjoy, but then when we were in Spain or Italy and they had the massive celebrations for The Epiphany, I sort of really thought they were all celebrating my birthday.
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Your lesser consumption cheered me up (about to lose house have to find a way to explain that to Mia).
I think the stalker loves you a lot and I think you should be gracious in your acceptance of that love (because, despite your best efforts, you are pretty loveable!)
Kitty x
Toni, this was funny. "She has the sort of unbreakable gaze that could subjugate a pitbull." I love this line. I wish there were a man out there saying things like this about me. I think I'd feel pretty damn special. Anyway, congrats on your 40th b-day! If you were 50 I might blog-flirt with you. But you're still too damn young.
=)
Okay Toni, you're on your way. I don't want to sound patronising but I cheered when I read your post. Easy does it. You can't give up all at once. Also, I don't believe anyone can give up on their own. Wean yourself off, get the medication and ask for help. Where I went wrong, for so many years, was trying to go it alone. The cold turkey approach can land you in hospital.
Please stay positive. As the most hopeless case ever I can tell you that you can recover. My health has been compromised by my drinking years but you would be amazed at the recuperative powers of the body once you give it a break. The docs have gone from giving me a year to ..you could live to be ninety, you bastard. My GP says that it's a travesty that an abuser like me gets away with years of conscientious,dedicated self-destruction while deserving folk are struck down. I agree with him but what can I do? Join me.
Mr Anonymous - this will sound trite but I find you inspirational (and I was very moved by the fact that your love for your daughter was the trigger to your recovery).
Kitty
Kitty Moore, I like you too.
Hey guys, don't make me fetch a bucket of ice water - this isn't a dating site!
Actually Anon I agree with Kitty in that your story is quite inspirational. Not sure I could ever do it and, in truth, I have far less reasons to give up than you did. Thanks for the support though.
Kitty as for the stalker, I have given up trying to work out what goes on in her mind. She and I firs dated when I was twenty three and full of potential. Our lives diverged somewhat and she has had some bad luck but on the other hand it hasn't all been bad for her. Her ex was a multi-millionaire and she is being pursued by a guy who just inherited serious wealth, as in he has his own airline, shipping company, bank and pharmaceuticals company. Unfortunately for them she is from a wealthy background herself and seems remarkably unimpressed by money. Especially inherited money. I am not surprised you are a lawyer as you definitely know how to use words.
Lesinfin, I wish I could turn a phrase like you do. Your blog is just so odd. I imagine you see the world in a very different way to most people.
My blog is just the ramblings of a man trying to find out where it all went wrong.
By the way Kitty, what do you mean about your house?
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