Since the bedrock forum days.. and it’s off shoots.. this is the only gaff i’ve felt amongst like minded souls. Fuck politics, i mean the tangible root to the fruit building blocks of what makes us homo erectus.. art, sub culture, film, music, drugs , creedo and doctrines.
anyway, i realise i’m droning on.. but take everyday with your famiies, wifes, children, parents as a gift. dont squabble over petty shit. fucking money etc.. whatever.
the consultant gave me about 12 months to live 18 months ago.. and Jo bought in a cd player of small faces songs to the hospital and ‘ here comes the nice’ was on it and at moment it made me think of the Late old man, East ham Dave.
at my lowest i couldn’t help but laugh as I rememberd , despite his delusions of Grandeur with his real ale ‘Camera’ beer guide, He would drink a lager called ‘9%’ in the mid 80’s because ‘He liked the taste’. It was about 25p a can on this stall from Queens Road Market upton park.
He was drinking this libation one sunday lunchtime when i bought This dark skinned hindu babs windsor over to the house to sneak upstairs for a bunk up..
Unfortunately The old man clocked her in the hallway and The wicked 9% played lightly across his synapse as he pointed out a rash on the side of my mouth and said ‘the Meat is too strong’..
My step mum broke down and wept openly as dad loaded up another hit of the ambrosial nectar in his pint pot. It was just like brideshead revisited in our slum flat pack east ham pisshole
also after a marathon drinking session and spunking all the housekeeping my dad, east ham dave returned home to my apocolyptic step mother , with the excuse that..
“I turned the corner on green street and got knocked out by a freak gust of wind , it carried me 20 yards down the road and knocked me out. for at least 8 hours.. on top of that some cunt must have lifted me fucking wallet when i was unconscious “..
it’s that sort of shit you remember.. keep on lads. god fucking bless you all
xx
