I am too traumatised to blog about what happened yesterday. It is the morning after the night before, and once again, good old alcohol made a reappearance, which slowly caused my world to collapse in on itself.

And no, I wasn’t the one to get so palatic that I “tripped over” a seven foot stepladder in the kitchen and had to be picked up by two of my mates. Oh, no siree. That wasn’t me. It was Daddykins.

I really cannot describe how I feel at the minute. I’ve not spoken to him since the incident, maybe because shortly after he went to bed and has yet to surface.

He suffered a considerable gash to his left arm which may, or may not require stitches…

In other news, which normally would get a blog on its own, I popped my septic finger yesterday too. Pus spurted about 6 foot across the room, and I think I went into shock for a bit.

SO, that’s the news. I can’t put into words how shit I feel at the minute. It truly feels as if my world has ended. Lovely depression, here we go again!

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OK, I haven’t posted much for the past few weeks. And you may be asking yourself why. I would normally give an excuse for this, such as my leg’s fallen off, or my keyboard’s melted,but I’m not going to use either of those excuses. Instead, I shall use the following one…

I have an infected finger. and it hurts like buggery.

See, I’m one of those scruffy gets who bite their nails. I don’t call it scruffy. I like to think of it as giving my immune system a boost every so often. Unfortunately, this does mean that every so often, you’ll get a “wicklow” as Daddykins calls it. And they also hurt like buggery. Unfortunately, occasionally, it goes beyond a wicklow, and you endup with a buildup of pus and other nasty things in there

I was hoping it was going to go down on its own, but this time it didn’t. This happens every couple of years, and it’s nasty.

The other night, I was in Employment Palace, and it reached the point where I just couldn’t take it any more. I sterilised a pin and stuck it in there. Oh, man. The stuff coming out of it looked like rasperry ripple ice cream. Unfortunately, I feel as if I may have to do it again shortly, as I don’t think I got it all out. Maybe next time, I’ll film it and put it on Youtube. I’ll see if it goes down any before then.

Oh, I’ve also noticed Chad may be back from his holiday. It’d be interesting to see how long it is before the comments start reappearing again… I miss them, in a strange, .htaccess editing sort of way.

And remember! The clocks go back tonight!

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Well, more like 5 minutes now.

Currently still doing test transmissions, and playing Diana Ross + The Supremes. I think….

And now they’re playing a trailer featuring Coldplay…

And now it’s 40 seconds…

THis is the cheesiest countdown thing I’ve ever heard.

“Okay, here it is, it’s midday”… are the first words uttered on the air.

Thei first record played is “The Only Way Is Up” by Yazz + The Plastic Population. The first 30 seconds were obliterated by the sound of annoying clapping.

I don’t know whether that’s an ironic song to start it off with or not…

Next up we have Kid Rock, and that song which murdered Sweet Home Alabama…

And we’ve just had the first trailer that mentions West View.

Next record is “Waiting For A Star to Fall” by Boy Meets Girl. You may, or may not know I LOVE this song. Note, except for the first announcement, there’s been no other “live” announcement, and no adverts. What do we reckon the first advert will be?

12:11… Still no adverts, and the music has taken a turn for the worse… “Larger than Life” by some late 90’s / early 2000s boy band.

12: 36 Well, it’s almost exactly 37 minutes since the station went live. How did I know that? Well, firstly, I looked at the clock, and secondly, my tape ran out. Yes, I’ve taped the introduction and launch. I’m sure it’ll be worth something in a few centuries.

It feels weird actually using a cassette tape to record something. Everything I do these days recording-wise is digital, but seeing as I slept in, I didn’t have chance to connect everything up. In fact, I woke up just a few minutes before twelve. God, I love these days off work.

Glen’s posted a comment asking for the website, which he found seconds later… and for those who can’t be bothered to Google it, it’s http://www.radiohartlepool.co.uk/

Currently, the website, as Glen describes it, is “awful”. But as the top states, it’s just a holding page…

12:49 #OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, GIMME HOPE JO’ANNA….. and so on.

It’s almost been an hour now, and not one technical breakdown. Sigh. I’m almost disappointed.

12:56 I must admit, I didn’t mention the “special” guests they had for the introduction. One of them was the chairman of the radio station. I’d have expected someone a little more famous, if I’m honest. Hartlepool has lots of famous people…. Lawrence for example… what about Divvy Sharon reading the news? They’ve missed a trick there!

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Sigh.

No, not the site this time. This, amazingly is still working. What IS broken, however is everything else I’ve touched in the past 24 hours.

I finally plugged in my Xbox after approximately 18 months. I thought I’d give Tiger Woods a go again. It worked for a bit, then TWANG, the left thumbstick on the controller snapped.

Secondly, my mobile is goosed. Again.

At approximately 4PM, I go to text Dadykins who’s been away in Scotland for a few days, only to find that I currently have “No Access to Network”. Therefore, I can’t text out or receive. Yes, I’ve done the usual, switched off / on again, wobbled the SIM card, almost threw it against the wall, aaaaaaand it’s still goosed.

So, as you may recall, I mentioned a couple of days ago that I was going to Redcar. The trip to Redcar to pick up more records…

Let me just start off by saying that I forgot the camera. Yes, I’m shocked at myself too, especially as there was a lot of autumn foliage to photograph along the hilariously scenic Parkway.

Anyway, I arrived at the place where I was meant to pick the records up from. I’m delighted that Daddykins knew the area. I rang the bell…

Nothing.

I knocked on the door.

Nothing.

I rang the bell again.

Nothing.

I pressed the bell six times.

Nothing.

I looked up the road. I was stood at the top of a cul de sac. Daddykins was sat in the car, reading the paper. Was this trip for nothing? I immediately felt so. I’d had my usual pessimistic view that this transaction wouldn’t go ahead. I was, afterall, stood on the doorstep of an empty house.

Gutted, I began to lose hope. A silver car in the distance began to hurtle down the full length of the cul de sac. I was amazed to see it pull into the same driveway that my feet were occupying.I can’t remember if I stepped out of the path of this car or not. I think I was just slightly amazed at the good timing.

The driver stepped out of the car, apologised for bring out at the time. We both shook hands, and I introduced myself. He knew who I was instantly, after all, I’d arrived on time..

We entered his abode, and he showed me the collection of 7″s I’d purchased.

He must have smelled my interest in vinyl. It was hard to mask, if I’m honest.

I was here to buy 7″ singles, but he introduced me to a box full of albums and 12″s he was sellng. With no reserve. At all.

I browsed the collection, with a grin on my face. I know I love shit music, but this was a choice not to be sniffed at. Especially after I’d spotted T’Pau’s “Rage” in the collection.

“Hmmm, a fiver”, I say. Unexpectedly, the seller snaps my hand off, he explains that he’d got them as a “car boot” lot, and didn’t know what they’re worth. And, to be honest, neither did I. But I did know I had some classics in my arms. That T’Pau one summed it up as far as I was concerned.

There was also a collection of mailing envelopes and blank sleeves included, as well as this little fella…

If I hadn’t have broken my xbox controller, I’d have never found him… Now, I’m no good with ornaments, so I might just put him on ebay and put the money he makes towards a new controller. Or a new sodding phone.

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Once again, I have made a purchase on ebay. 52 7″ singles for… 99p

I have to pick them up from Redcar, which will probably use quite a bit of fuel, but Daddykins pays for that. Needless to say, I’ll also be taking my camera, and updating my music catalogue once I get them home.

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