06/06/2019

hell.o.

today i updated ireallylovemusic.

after a long period of inactivity i have decided its time to start things up again.
As I said over on the proper blog I have spent the last 18 months having a blast rediscovering hidden corners of the archive, and the randomness of charity shops, however, there is always the other side of my world, and I think I should restart using this corner of the web for that.
so, this is just to test that things still work as they used to.

love’n’hugs,
mark e/ireallylovemusic

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12/02/18

so, it’s now 2018.

a couple of weeks ago i left my fourth decade behind, and somewhat expectedly became unemployed for the first time ever.

it feels like a whole new world beckons, but i have no idea what kind of world that entails, and as it has only been a couple of weeks i don’t think the real situation has sunk in just yet as i have been rather busy with paperwork and general parenting.

to be honest, my career choices are limited given that mk2 is now entering that tricky age of hormonal chaos and social/educational pressures. so any decisions i make have to adhere to my need to be dad which is my most important role for the next few years.

in practical terms though it means i am at last able to dive deep into all manner of audio visual entertainment that i have not had the opportunity till now to do so.

basically, i will be able to rediscover long forgotten parts of the archive while doing all the much needed chores around the house.

so the blog could be kickstarted into action should i feel the urge.

let’s see what happens.

m.

24/10/17

strange times ahead as i may start to update this blog again.

there is no real reason, just part of a need to get stuff out of my head.

so, this is just a quick test post to see how things work out.

in other news : bladerunner 2049 is a brilliant film.

simple as that.

m.

5/12/16

25 years ago today i married bh.
it was a glorious fresh blue sky december day, and everything went perfectly.
we could not have wished for a better day.

but it is this day 5 years ago today that continues to haunt me.

basically, i had taken the day off work, and had planned to take bh out to be fitted for an eternity ring.
she had just finished the chemo, and so, our hopes were on the up, and that the worst was over.
hence i thought a day for just the two of us with an added diamond surprise would be the pick-me up she needed.
the kids were sent off to school, and we then drove down to cribbs causeway to go into one of the jewellers there.
the ring was selected, and the fitting was done – which given there was very little of her at this stage was not an easy process.
to  celebrate the day in hand, bh then wanted to have a macdonalds.
she wanted to go to somewhere normal, sit amongst the chaos of the christmas excess, and eat something totally naughty for her.

it was all very special.

we headed home as i had to go have a chat to my doctor about my mental state which is fair to say was crumbling.
while i was at the doctors, bh had to go collect the kids from school, but the weather had turned wet and windy, and while getting out of the car, she fell.

badly.

i got home to her being bloodied and bruised, in a very weak and wobbly state, and scared.
subsequently she was unable to walk for over two weeks.
and it was this one event that lead to all manner of health chaos.
the outcome of this has been catalogued elsewhere.
i firmly believe that the last 4 months of her life were far far worse due to that fall.
yes,the evil lump would have taken over at some point, but due to not being able to walk and get about caused more blood clots, the ruptured spleen, and then of course the pneumonia.

and so, it is for this reason and this reason alone that my mood plummets in december, and i hate christmas.
truly and utterly hate it.

not because of the crappy music on the radio, not because i am a tight arse re presents, not because i am a scrooge,
but because the whole month is one massive emotional trigger filled with distressing memories, broken dreams, anger, regret, stress related panic attacks, and a lot of guilt.

roll on january, and fuck cancer.

24/11/16

time for me to kickstart this blog back into action.

the reason : the trials and tribulations of life and the pain of the daily commute.

basically, for the last 5+ years i have been using one of bristols park and ride services.

the 902 service which heads down the portway into the center of town.

the service has recently had a change of contract, and is now under the remit of first west, and to be fair they have replaced the old rusty bendy buses with new shiny double deckers, so it’s not all bad news.

some context.

since i went back to work after the death of bh, i decided to step back from full time work to concentrate on being a dad.
subsequently, i now work tuesday, wednesday, and thursdays.
i try to catch the 7:48am bus in the morning, and the 3:46pm bus in the evening.

these things rarely go to plan due to circumstances out of my control.

and to be honest for a lot of the time, i will accept certain variables being thrown into the mix.
but this morning was rather special.

due to the southbound m5 being empty, i managed to get to the portway terminal in very good time.
as i parked i could see the earlier bus (7:36am), and decided to give it a go.
i walked briskly towards the bus.
passengers were still queuing to get on so, it was not ready to set off yet.
i approached the bus door, and was within 2 metres when the last person in the queue got on.
as soon as he had got on, the door was closed.
i stood at the door and looked at the driver as he readjusted himself and position and waited to be allowed onto the bus.
this lasted 5-10 seconds. in other words the driver had not even started to set off.
then the driver looked at me, shook his head and drove off.

i checked : the bus was nowhere near full.

i stood there somewhat aghast.

the driver of the bus parked up for the next service then wandered over to ask what the problem was. it was at this point this became somewhat surreal.

i questioned why i was not allowed on.

driver #2 : it’s the rules.

me : huh, but i was actually stood there, he had not even begun to set off ?

driver #2 : it’s all about the timetable. there are regulations. it’s all regulated.

me : don’t even go there
(i.e. as someone who has regularly had to wait 40+ mins for the 902 in the evening, using the timetable seemed to be an incredibly insensitive reasoning)

driver #2 : we don’t even have to stop and pick you up.

me : (now rather incensed) oh, how good of you to do so.

and it was this exchange of words that totally knocked me sideways.
here we are in 2016, a new service provider, and one of their representatives is telling me that it’s not about customer service, but the timetable and rules.
which is all the more galling as seeing that after 7am, there is no actual timetable, just the general advise ‘then every 12-15 mins’.

so, from hereon, i will be reporting on the 902 service and as to the success of their regulated timetable, as i can assure you of the 3 days a week i use the service, i get a very rare hit rate of success.

@firstbsa

21/07/16 – pt2

camp bestival 2015.

lets see what happens this year.

one more week to go.

21/07/16

let the 6 weeks of chaos and parenting begin ..