Hello! The whole house is really stressed tonight! And I can't say I'm helping matters. I'm very tired after my three days in a row (oh no!) in linens. I am a completly different person in my house, a bad person. I'm cockey, annoying, 'know it all' ish, arrogant and a dick. Anywhere else I'm great! Happy, always smiling, always saying "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...", bit cheeky etc. A person I met on Linens (Kirstie) said how I'm always smiling. She was really nice :-) She told me how her boyfreind never gave her enough room / time on her own. I hope I won't be like that.
Me though, I am happy! On the inside. When I'm not tired. I've finished my linens overtime and I'm realising that my exams are over! I've been in a great mood.
Phil came and picked me up from work yesterday! What a gent! Can't believe he did that. remind me to owe him a favor.
I was thinking yesterday night, when I was in a great mood and thinking about good times, about my uncle Andy. I never really knew Andy very well, I never saw him much, until I joined his band... our band. I was thinking about this because that band, after 3 years of playing in it, is now over :-( It was going for six years!! Every weekend Dad would drive me and Andy out to Cleve or the singers house to jam. It took about 30 - 40 minutes to get there, but the journey was the best bit! We'll almost. I'd sit in the back and listen to my Dad and Andy talk and listen to all the crazy stories Andy had to tell.
Without fail there'd be a funny story! Sometimes it wasn't even that funny, but Andy would tell it in a way, make mountains out of molehills, and make that story hillarious! I honestly cannot think of anyone else who can bring me to tears with laughter, but on the way home from jamming, I'd always be in histerics.
He'd bring me to tears, with laughter! Just with the stories he told and how he told them. From that one about the drunk man collapsed in his back garden and Andy having to go and investigate, to the one about the disabled person Andy would take out for the day (on his job) and how he would never stop asking the same question!
I remember that time Tim left a duster on Andy's drum kit and came down and to ld him how "disgusting" it was that he left his kit in such a state (very aggresivley). (Tim fancies himself as a boxer) and the jokes we told about "Hurricane Tim" on the way home! and how the phone call would go to Alan, pleading him to come back to the band after he had a tantram and left it! "... there was just something missing tonight Alan, we really need you back.... only kidding mate! its much better"..
well I'm crap at telling them, but if I were Andy, you'd be on the floor!
I'm so glad I got to know Andy, he's a great chap. And after his heart attack it makes me realise how lucky I am to have had the chance
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