More Bad
Habits 2016 ©
By Michael
Casey
Well its
January 1st 2016, a Friday, and we’re all still alive. I won’t bore
you too much but 2015 WAS the worst year of my life, if you go by pain. I
really would like those football billionaires to each put a million in a pot
and use it for something useful, instead of just massaging their egos. So I’ll
say pain relief centre would be a great investment, if only because it would
help get their star players back on the pitch faster, and it would help Joe
Bloggs too. So think about it.
Now one of
my many bad habits is looking at www.rightmove.co.uk
and B17, why, because that is where I’d like to live. I change my desktop
background regularly, when I see a nice house I put it as my background, then
when it’s sold I change my background to another nice house. Sad, maybe, but it
does cheer me up, though when our new carpets arrive that’ll be nice, until our
elephants destroy them.
I will still
look at the nice houses in B17, it is my hobby, when I have enough energy I may
even walk around the neighbourhood and pretend I live there. I still only have
so much energy in the day post-surgery and with arthritis attacking me. This is
very annoying, as I walked 20 miles or 30k a week a year ago before I had my
operation. Yes up to 4 miles or 6k every day. So I’m a shadow of myself. I’ve
turned into a spokesman for pain, not the job I envisioned but if it makes some
of you think then that’s good.
Now, other
bad habits, as children we may have picked our nose and rubbed it on the wall.
My small daughter used to enjoy that habit, luckily she was too small to rub it
on the paintings on the wall, it would have made grass look much greener, more
lifelike. Her sister has her own bad
habits, such as leaving a trail of paper everywhere, so her boogies are gift
wrapped, and stuck down the side of all the chairs, or on the floor. But at
least that is an improvement on rubbing them to wall.
Your kids
always run around the house barefooted, so you spend your time screaming “slippers
and socks” as they never seem to realise where their colds and sniffles come
from. There is no Snot Fairy who delivers them, directly up their nose, it’s the
Barefoot Fairy who creeps up from the floor and up their spine and then to
their nose. Before mum or dad has to carry them up to bed, and if you are lucky
they don’t puke all over you. It’s at times like these you wonder why did you
want kids in the first place. Then your child sleepily asks for a kiss, before
rolling over, and farts in your face.
In today’s
world the mobile phone, or just phone as kids call it, because doesn’t
everybody have a mobile? The phone is a big big big BAD habit. My kids don’t
believe me that we never had a phone in our house, it was after I had left home
that we got one. When our lodger had his final heart attack and I was pumping
on his chest, I was only 20 at the time, I had to run to our neighbours and ask
them to ring for an ambulance.
So nowadays
your kids are always on the phone. They used to ask for more money for credit,
all the time, so you just stopped giving it to them. But this does not stop the
phoning, why because there is Snapchat or some other invention of the Devil. So
long as you have Broadband in your house they can talk to their friends, which
is good in a way because YOU do not have to pick up their phone bill.
You have
strangers in the same house, as everybody is on their phone talking to their
friends or Pinteresting, and not talking
to their mum or dad or brothers and sisters. I hate the word siblings, sounds
like a disease you get if you don’t put on your slippers and socks, and you end
up puking on your dad or farting in his face when he puts you to bed with a
case of siblings, brought on by not wearing your slippers or socks.
Well I’ll
leave it there for today Friday 1st January 2016, one bad habit I
should break this year, I should remember to thank God more for still being alive, though sometimes
the pain is unbearable. So any football people reading this, a national pain
centre would benefit the players and all the Joe Bloggs fans.
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