Burlington Diary
January 2008
Weds.02.01.08. Michael has finally started back to work.
Thankfully he has returned from Mars with a blood change, a refreshed,
reconfigured brain; he was also quite prepared to discuss the matter of the
panels and tunnels. There appears to be no problem with the work. He will put
some padding and pleats in the door panels similarly he will round off the
tunnels to enhance the smooth shape.
Fri.01.02.08. I have returned from working in France; going
back to the tenant’s perpetual ignorant oblivion to the faults around the
house. So much so I spent the first three days repairing electric lights and
fans, cleaning floors and pouring gallons of bleach down every conceivable
orifice. But I managed to lay 16 metres of ‘beton’ preparing a patio area for
later tiling together with, hopefully, the base to my workshop. I still have a
constant war with the pigeons who settle at the bottom of my courtyard
consequently after every departure they quickly repossess their roosts
resulting in the need to shoot the ‘dirty bastards’ upon my return. I have
erected a green curtain that now stretches the full width of the platform to
form a barrier which ‘may’ dissuade them from entering the roof space. Fat
chance.
There has been absolutely no progress on the car as Chris
has been awaiting the many newly fabricated components plus the freshly ordered
cosmetic parts that have been covering my dining room floor since December. I
have found it increasingly difficult to deliver these ‘bits’ knowing that they
would always become lost in the rest of the debris that litters the workshop.
The body tub still remains separated from the chassis so until such time they
become one unit the outstanding parts will reside with me. But, after speaking
to Chris earlier in the morning it has been decided that we need to produce
another ‘work schedule’ to encourage one last push in order to complete the
project.
The brighter news of the day arrived, thankfully when I
visited Nigel to discover that he had painted the remaining bonnet and nose
cone; after one final ‘buff’ they will be ready for collection on Tuesday
morning. Manic Michael has not yet begun the door and tunnel panels as he has
been ‘snowed under’ with work having only recently returned from a ‘mind refit’
on Planet Aspull. His communication skills have vastly improved as he now can
complete a ‘five word’ sentence without a pause both convincingly, cheerfully
and coherently.
Naturally, when visiting the Bowling Green in the evening
there was a month of news to catch up with, particularly with regard to the
‘drain’ progress down at the Oak. In fact, typically, there has been absolutely
no building work even attempted over the past four weeks, the latest forecast
is that ‘appen’ they will begin next week. Cockney Mick travels to London
tomorrow for 8am to ‘sawt awt a job’ returning at midday to straighten ap
anuvva one, where all the walls are pissed ‘an arfta be sawted awt by usin’
tiles to measure the anguls, then ave five pints, slow cook an Indian ‘an knock
ap a Thai. The ‘Doc’ has continued to be pragmatic about his lot but still
finds time to become ‘pertinent and relevant’, unfortunately, because he has
free reign to consume as much alcohol as he is able he now discharges breath
that could kill a horse at ten paces. The foul odour can be likened to wild
hogs reared on dead fish. To be trapped in a corner bombarded with rank humming
gibberish is certainly not a pleasant option. Dedicatedly, Salty still controls
his own small empire, Lewis has fallen foul of the law again, Knocker
endeavours to bed every woman in Greater Manchester reeling them in by flashing
his member at every opportunity, Lowtie remains in self exile, ‘The Awkward
Squad’ have broken up once more, Mad John has been in permanent shutdown, Chris
continues to constantly harass the bar staff about the poor quality lager,
David keeps his own council and the Preacher preaches. So, not much change there!
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