I have always been one of those lads that carries the same circle of friends throughout school and into later life and although you would never admit it to anyone, you have a special bond that keeps your little crew alive.
I know that a couple of the lads are going to disagree with me a little here but the fact of the matter is, within the small click of lads that I hang about with, there is one lad that really holds the group together.
Okay so Phil is not a leader by any means, infact he tends to like to hide within the crowd when it comes to anything too out of his comfort zone but he is always up for a laugh and that is where he comes into his own, the joker of the pack if you will.
So me, Phil, Tim, Scrooge and JohnJo have done most things together and I know that like me, any of those lads would do anything to be there for any one of the group that needs a hand with anything but as the time passes and we all get a little older, the challenges that you face as a ‘dynamic lady killing crew’ increase, making it harder to knock about together as much as we would like.
Now I know that I still live at home with my parents (yes my mum does do my cooking, cleaning and washing) but some of the other lads have pushed forward more in life, getting their own crib and even in some cases, girlfriends (I have a vacancy in this field if anyone is interested, holla at me!).
Even though the lads are no longer a stone throw away from my front door, we have done well to maintain our friend circle, still seeing each other almost every other day and in some cases (JohnJo) I refuse to leave their gaff and spend weeks at a time with him!
Anyway, even with apartments and houses seeming to move further apart as each of the lads find their feet, we have always managed to make things happen and we still kick it at some location to keep the boys together… That was until ‘Big Philly’ dropped the dreaded bombshell… He’s crossing over! He’s getting married to Laura!
How could he do this to us? The glue that holds the group together is about to turn into a soppy pile of nothing with only a faint thumbprint on his head to identify him to us… (Only messing Laura, I’m happy for you really).
Knowing that Phil was serious and that Laura treats him as he should be, we have to allow him to sign off some of the group antics so that he can open a whole new chapter of his life… Which I should point out still includes us Laura so don’t expect to see us disappear anytime soon eh? 😉
So with Phil now set to move onto the jail sentence of life next chapter of happiness, we decided that we had to make sure that he had a stag do to remember, so we are about to show Las Vegas how we do things!
I’ve managed to get some cash together (thanks mum) and we are booked and ready to take the USA by storm! Sun, booze and gambling until we wake up in the morning with a bride that I have never met… (someone remind me why I haven’t done this before?)
Staying at the MGM Grand hotel (I voted Hooters but Laura objected) we are going to send 3 nights hitting the bars and casino floor so at least we know that she’s not going to be marrying him for money because Phil doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to betting haha!
When we told him that we wanted a big blow out in what we called ‘casino city’, Phil was like “Boys, it’s time to get to grips with your odds as I’m about to walk out a millionaire!” but the reality is that his game plan for wealth will be little more than throwing a few dollars on the craps table and sneaking off to continue his betting on his mobile…
Phil, like many of those that go to Vegas has a routine that he likes to follow, ever since he won his first ever bet worth a couple of hundred quid, swearing that it was down to the tool that he worked out his bet on and the bookie that he placed it with.
Should be a great laugh and will definitely be a passing of Phil becoming a man rather than a lad.
Good times ahead y’all! Bring it on.
Just lately I’ve been looking around my local area and noticing just how much it has changed, and I’m sure this is the same for many other people out there. Some areas have changed for the better and some for the worse, but it is still a very different place to the one in which I grew up. When I was a kid I used to be able to go out with friends and spend time in the park without my parents worrying too much about me.
Unfortunately, the rise in anti-social behaviour seems to have put paid to this, but I’m glad to see that some areas are tackling the problem. The age-old excuses of having nowhere to go or not having anything else to do are just not acceptable; when people stop buying into them then things will definitely change for the better. There may not be a youth club on every corner, but there is nothing stopping the kids from arranging their own kick-about in the park without spending the time intimidating others.
We never had any trouble making our own entertainment and I’m pleased to say that I do not remember ever hanging about just for the sake of it. The problem comes about when parents start to believe that there is nothing else for their kids to do; the kids then believe their own publicity and start to think that their behaviour is justified.
Fortunately, there are also some good changes to counteract this negative trend. Our local park now has a proper sports pavilion with changing and washing facilities for sports teams rather than the storage container that has been sitting there for the last 20 years (to my knowledge). There are also steps being taken to regenerate some areas of the town which have been struggling. The town centre looks a bit more respectable these days thanks to the lack of empty shops and the modern art that cost far too much money, but that is another story.
The main thing is that local authorities are realising that things have gone downhill for long enough and are doing something about it. However, I do think that they should be doing more. After all, their wages come from taxpayers’ money. From now on I intend to let them know if I think changes are needed and I think that everyone else should do the same.
It’s hard to know how much stuff you should say about yourself online as you read so much about identity theft and people coming to burgle your house when you announce on Twitter that you’re on holiday or check in to the local pub on Foursquare. People who know me will know lots of stuff about me already and know that I live up in “sunny” Scotland where the people are really friendly, well most of them, but it can get a bit depressing at times especially when it doesn’t stop raining for weeks. I did move to England for a couple of months recently and had a great time doing some exploring and staying with family but there’s nothing like getting back to the town where you have grown up.
I mentioned on my About page that I lost my job about a year ago now, and no matter what anyone says about there being plenty of jobs out there, they are wrong. I have been looking and friends and family have been keeping their nose to the ground as it were to see if they can help out. The main problem is that I did OK at school and got my qualifications but then left as my Dad got me a job at a garage, initially being an apprentice working on cars. I’d always loved tinkering on cars as I was growing up so this was it, my kind of dream job. But it doesn’t stay a dream when you can see less and less customers coming through the door and the stress building on the bosses face each day. They eventually closed down and I was on the scrap heap. I need to retrain as something but who knows what, but I’m willing to give anything a try as I need to be able to get out of the house each day with a purpose for getting up. I sometimes have to force myself to get showered and dressed in the morning and go and do something, otherwise I can end up getting drawn into day time TV and getting a bit mindless. I find walking my dog helps me stay fit, meet a few people and get out of the house.