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This (Still) Isn’t Stephen King’s Night Shift…

I’m doing two nights of this, then it’s back to the regular day shifts… that’s if you can count a 4am wake up as regular, of course.

As quickly as the time passed last night, I couldn’t do this permanently. Maybe I would be able to handle it if I was single, but these kind of hours break relationships, no matter how strong you are as a couple.

There is just no time left to spend with your partner. I look forward to the weekends, and I’ve gone and encroached upon this one. I know The Girlfriend© doesn’t like it – I don’t like it either – so after having the next couple of days off so that I can get my sleeping pattern back to some form of normality, I’ll actually be glad to be getting up at my usual, godawful time.

Anyway, back to work.


This Isn’t Stephen King’s Night Shift…

Tonight I am working the night shift, for the first time in… well, a lot of years. I don’t pull all-nighters these days, but doing so brings back fond (and some not so fond) memories of being single in my twenties.

Working through the night is not for everyone. To be honest, it’s not for me either. But as adults, sometimes the choices we have are made for us by others.

The world is a lot less forgiving when the sun is sleeping, and all of that bad stuff feels much more likely when all you can see are shadows.

But there’s always a flip side to the coin, and it can be good for ideas. Inspiration often comes from the darkness, and the shapes that things make when the lights are out.

So… I’ll try to find some material while I’m here.

See you in the morning.

Marital Reminders…

At work this morning I picked a piece of paper off the floor – something I would usually just throw directly into the bin, but this had been fashioned into the shape of a joint, so curiosity got the better of me and I unrolled it.

Inside was the message, in a hasty hand: Phone The Wife.

Nothing else. No reason why, and no time frame in which to make this call. It was like it was part of a checklist that he was making sure he ticked off before going to bed at night. I guess kudos to him for being so organised.

I don’t know why the husband in question felt it necessary to remind himself to call his wife. I mean, it’s probably something that every good husband should be doing as a matter of course anyway, right? Was he going to forget to do it? Well maybe he would now that he had lost his note.

I didn’t recognise the handwriting either, but that’s probably for the best.

Fatal Extraction, Part III…

You can catch up with the story so far here and here.

So after that first tooth being removed, the revised plan was for the hygienist to give my mouth the once over before the dentist got around to taking out the second, and less problematic, tooth. That didn’t strike me as the best idea because the original plan had been to get my teeth cleaned before yanking the offending ones out.

Anyway, I made the hygienist appointment for a few days after the first removal and paid the £55 for it in advance. Yes, that’s the cost of a thirty minute cleaning on the NHS. I was surprised too. I grudged the amount, but I was prepared to accept it given that it was my fault I was in that position in the first place.

When I went back for my designated slot the hygienist asked if I had had any recent problems with my teeth, and I instantly got the impression she had no idea I had been there a few days earlier for an extraction.

When I explained the situation she took one look inside my mouth and decided against the clean. She said she didn’t want to risk infection, which was always a possibility with an open wound, something that struck me as a little amusing because a few days earlier the dentist had just decided to go ahead after explaining the same thing.

So after mentally preparing myself for it – and having already paid for the treatment – the hygienist sent me away home and told me to come back in a few weeks once the socket had properly healed.

Oh well.

… to be continued…

New Sounds…

I kind of stopped keeping a close ear on music and musical trends a lot of years ago, so I will very rarely champion new music, but when I find something I like it’s only fair that I throw some light upon it.

Dirty Honey may sound like a porn site (and I’d probably like that too) but it’s actually an American four-piece rock band that could be the musical lovechild of Guns ‘n’ Roses and AC/DC.

The lead singer Marc LaBelle is extremely reminiscent of Axl Rose back in the raw days of Appetite for Destruction, so much so that you’d be forgiven for thinking it was just an impression, rather than a serious attempt at making a musical statement.

If you enjoy old fashioned rock sounds, there’s a very good chance their music will strike a chord with you.

I’m sure they’ve been plying their craft for a while, but being relatively new to the public consciousness they don’t have a huge back catalogue to listen to, but check out their track When I’m Gone and let me know what you think.

I reckon you’ll be hearing more about them before too long.

Goin’ Home – Day Five…

Well every holiday has to come to an end, and this one did today. But we extended it as long as we could, and made a six hour journey last about twelve. So yes, I’m ready for my bed.

Along the way back we stopped at a few places I had never visited before – Kendal and Windermere in the Lake District, and Melrose, the small town in Scotland where The Girlfriend’s© daughter was born. It’s always interesting to see new locations, and it never ceases to surprise me how much of this country I have not yet seen.

We had intended to go to Liverpool on the way home, as it was pretty close to where our caravan was based in Tattenhall, but I figured we wouldn’t really do the city justice in the couple of hours we were able to afford it, so it has been put on the back burner for another time.

So 1100 miles later… we’re home, tucked up in our own bed, safe and sound.

And no matter how good your holiday may have been, and how much fun you have had, it’s always nice to be back in your own space.

Drayton Manor – Day Four…

Drayton Manor has it all really. It looks and acts more like a theme park than Alton Towers, and it’s not nearly as large as that place either, so it feels more manageable. It has an old world design more in keeping with what you would recognise as a funfair, and that is a good thing.

It also has a zoo. All right, it’s not a great zoo, but it’s a very nice addition to the base product. A leisurely stroll through the enclosures is a worthwhile experience and, in a way, was the best part of my day. But then again, a lot of my enjoyment was marred by inefficient queues and too many kids.

After missing the tiger at Chester Zoo we managed to catch them at Drayton Manor, which was nice. We also saw ostriches, emus, and tucked away in the shade, a Red Kangaroo.

Stormforce 10 is… a water ride. Was it good? Well, most other people seemed to enjoy it, but having made the mistake of trying to tell The Girlfriend© that she won’t get very wet, and then not telling her that there was no safety harness, my experience was a little skewed. And then when she discovered that the ride included a drop backwards… well, suffice to say that’s quite possibly the last water ride she ever gets on.

Drayton Manor includes Thomas Land – a fairly deep area dedicated to all things Thomas the Tank Engine. I can see the little ones having a great time there, as did I for a little while.

All in all, it’s a park that has potential but lacks in the execution. The 4D Ice Age short was fun, as was the Buffalo Rollercoaster, but organisation let’s it down. At times it feels like the whole place is just a free-for-all.