Well hello all,
Yes it's me and I shall not be silenced, no one is actually trying to silence me like the F.B.I or MI5 or even MFI, although MFI couldnt silence me as they are no longer in business and plus they are a DIY company. Ok im drifting just slightly from the point now, the point is im back and I know you've missed me like a rabbit misses it's burrow, like tottenham hotspur miss being a big club, like a hooker misses her first kiss.
So how have you all been, I am terrific, for you that dont know I am going to be a daddy, as well as being excited about it I am also a bit nervous, I am sure that is the same for all first time dads. One of the main discussion points at the moment has of course been names, if it's a girl, it's sorted, we already have a name picked. If it's a boy then thats another story. The agreement was that if it was a boy I would pick the name. Do you think it has ended up like that, like feck it has. Connor........No, Callum..........No, Brennan.........No sounds too much like a surname apparently. All my Arsenal names were rejected, I personally believe Kolo is a great name for a child, although I would settle for Dennis or Brady.
Today I had a day off and the weather was gorgeous, I went to a local golf course and hit the driving range, I've only played golf twice since I moved to Norfolk so it was good to hit a ball again, someone even commented that I had a good swing, or was it do I swing??? Anyway was a good day for it. Then I used the club gym, sauna and pool, because I work in a gym it is nice every now and again to use a gym where no body knows you. The sauna was hot ,hot, hot, I sweated more than a donkey on heat.
Tomorrow I work all day, but evening time it's quiz night down the Angel, me and the missus local, I spoke to my Mum earlier and asked if she and my Dad and my brother David who is coming up from London today wanted to come. The answer was of course no, Saturday evening is ex services club. You know the places where they play the bingo at 7, followed by cabaret with Jimmy Starr a 54 year old ex blue coat from Halifax. Just looking at the wallpaper will get you pissed, and if you aint a local god help you. Remember that scene in American Warewolf in London at the beginning when the two lads walk in to that Yorkshire pub and the music stops. That is what David will have tomorrow night when he walks in and he will have to do some strange initiation envolving a sheep and a turnip to gain access. Oh the fun we have up here in old Norfolk. As for the quiz, if we lose I will sulk, I do not like losing, losing is for well losers. As Ricky Bobby would say, if you aint first you're last!
Right if anyone has any good names please share, and as im working 10 hours tomorrow, sod ya all I hope it rains, hahaha, no seriously I hope it does.
Take care all, you're messiah is back
Till next time, wet you're pants with anticipation
Matt
Friday, 24 April 2009
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Why Why Why?
People have been asking me today, why are you writing a blog Matt? Whats the blog about Matt? How did you get such great glutes Matt, for all you un-educated people out there the glutes is the flash term for the arse. Right maybe not the last comment, although I do like to think I have some mighty fine buttocks, but anyway some people have asked me why am I writing this. No it's not because im sad, no it's not because I have no friends, I actually have quite a decent social network just in case you were wondering, yeah because you know you were. Why not write one, maybe my brother got me on to the idea by starting his blog, but maybe I just wanted to write things down all the time. Lets call it therapy.
You dont get people writing into points of view asking why no one in Eastenders owns a washing machine or why everyone is drinking in the queen vic when they should be doing some sodding bastard work. I'm enjoying writing this blog, if you like reading it then cool, if you dont want to read it then watch Eastenders.
So time for some Matt Casson wisdom on how to survive and remember these 7 deadly sins.
1. Never refer to your wife's breasts as baps, jugs or norks and never use military terms such as bazookas or rockets.
2. Women can think , talk and breath at the same time, if she isn't talking it doesn't mean she is thinking, it means she is pissed off.
3. If she tells you "I've never met anyone like" it's not necessarily a compliment.
4. When she says "I love a man with a sense of humour", she doesn't necessarily mean you.
5. She will always assume you are a bigger pervert than you actually are.
6. Never answers questions with a grunt, men know grunt means "be quiet i'm trying to watch the game". Women can speak grunt and are very fluent in pout and sigh.
7. Always remember these rules are not fair and she can change them without notice.
I do hope these have helped my fellow man, and I do hope that tomorrow at work I do not come face to face with one of those women , liberal type pickets.
Stay classy ladies
Matt.
Stay safe men
Big guns Cass.
You dont get people writing into points of view asking why no one in Eastenders owns a washing machine or why everyone is drinking in the queen vic when they should be doing some sodding bastard work. I'm enjoying writing this blog, if you like reading it then cool, if you dont want to read it then watch Eastenders.
So time for some Matt Casson wisdom on how to survive and remember these 7 deadly sins.
1. Never refer to your wife's breasts as baps, jugs or norks and never use military terms such as bazookas or rockets.
2. Women can think , talk and breath at the same time, if she isn't talking it doesn't mean she is thinking, it means she is pissed off.
3. If she tells you "I've never met anyone like" it's not necessarily a compliment.
4. When she says "I love a man with a sense of humour", she doesn't necessarily mean you.
5. She will always assume you are a bigger pervert than you actually are.
6. Never answers questions with a grunt, men know grunt means "be quiet i'm trying to watch the game". Women can speak grunt and are very fluent in pout and sigh.
7. Always remember these rules are not fair and she can change them without notice.
I do hope these have helped my fellow man, and I do hope that tomorrow at work I do not come face to face with one of those women , liberal type pickets.
Stay classy ladies
Matt.
Stay safe men
Big guns Cass.
Monday, 13 April 2009
mums- dont you just love them
How are we all on this bank holiday early evening, hope you are reading this after spending the day down the boozer and having a lovely pub lunch or maybe it was a liquid lunch, either way I hope you enjoyed it. Then again you maybe still down the pub and reading this through mobile internet, yes you may well be one of those who constantly updates us all on facebook using the mobile. Hank is walking the dog, Jane is watching a film, John is sitting on the toilet and has a really bad case of the shits. I bet people do check out their WAP on the bog??? You get what im getting at, we dont need to know everything everyone does throughout the day. Look at me being the hypocrite writing a blog about what was going on today and telling everyone to read it on facebook, I dont know some people.
So yesterday was spent going over to the in laws for Sunday lunch which was lovely, everyone had duck except me, I had some spicy noodles with Salmon. I know alot of people like duck but me myself when they are doing their cute little quack and walk I find it hard to think about eating them. Funny as I dont have the same ethics when it comes to chickens, but there you go.
Today it was my Mum and Dads turn, the lucky beggars, my wife Sara stayed here as she was doing some stuff with her Mum, so it was left to me to entertain them, or should I say them entertain me. My sister Cindy was meant to be there with her two kids Little John, (because his dad is called John aswell) and Paige, was she hell they had only buggered off to another part of Norfolk so in a way a little bit of a wasted trip, even though it's always great to see my Ma and Pa and also my dog Sammy, or Sammy dog if you prefer.
I purposely didn't have any breakfast as I knew my Mum would offer, and I was right and had a fry up, ummmmm. Every time I go up I always get all the updates, who has died, who's going to die, who's sick or who just had a slight sniffle last week. I know it's sad and all but I never know any of the people. My mum always gives me updates on the bingo wins up at the services club, apparentley she was waiting for 5 minutes for 1 number for £90 on Saturday but according to her, in her exact words "oooh the bastard didn't call my number, and one of the caravan people who you dont see from one week to the next one the money, it's a fix I tell ya".
Yes heaven help the person who dont call my mums bingo numbers.
You instanly love my Mum when you meet her as I'm sure when people will testify to, If they dont I'm sure my Mum would hire a hitman.
So a nice relaxed bank holiday then, I'm off the chocolate now and going to train my arse off, I recently applied to a gameshow called total wipeout, and If you have seen It you will realise the program is hilarious, so I think I need to work my arse of because, well I like to show off.
Right all, time to go and watch some depression in soapland.
Take care mo foe's
Your number one fan ..........Matt 'big guns' Casson
So yesterday was spent going over to the in laws for Sunday lunch which was lovely, everyone had duck except me, I had some spicy noodles with Salmon. I know alot of people like duck but me myself when they are doing their cute little quack and walk I find it hard to think about eating them. Funny as I dont have the same ethics when it comes to chickens, but there you go.
Today it was my Mum and Dads turn, the lucky beggars, my wife Sara stayed here as she was doing some stuff with her Mum, so it was left to me to entertain them, or should I say them entertain me. My sister Cindy was meant to be there with her two kids Little John, (because his dad is called John aswell) and Paige, was she hell they had only buggered off to another part of Norfolk so in a way a little bit of a wasted trip, even though it's always great to see my Ma and Pa and also my dog Sammy, or Sammy dog if you prefer.
I purposely didn't have any breakfast as I knew my Mum would offer, and I was right and had a fry up, ummmmm. Every time I go up I always get all the updates, who has died, who's going to die, who's sick or who just had a slight sniffle last week. I know it's sad and all but I never know any of the people. My mum always gives me updates on the bingo wins up at the services club, apparentley she was waiting for 5 minutes for 1 number for £90 on Saturday but according to her, in her exact words "oooh the bastard didn't call my number, and one of the caravan people who you dont see from one week to the next one the money, it's a fix I tell ya".
Yes heaven help the person who dont call my mums bingo numbers.
You instanly love my Mum when you meet her as I'm sure when people will testify to, If they dont I'm sure my Mum would hire a hitman.
So a nice relaxed bank holiday then, I'm off the chocolate now and going to train my arse off, I recently applied to a gameshow called total wipeout, and If you have seen It you will realise the program is hilarious, so I think I need to work my arse of because, well I like to show off.
Right all, time to go and watch some depression in soapland.
Take care mo foe's
Your number one fan ..........Matt 'big guns' Casson
Saturday, 11 April 2009
Oi Oi peeps,
Another Saturday night in, I dont really mind at all really as good bit of stuff on the box including my Saturday night compulsary match of the day, where I will watch my team Arsenal knock 4 past the gits that are Wigan. So what has everyone been up to today then?? I if you read yesterday you will know that I have been in work from 8AM to 6PM, very enjoyable......not. I spoke to my brother David today, we have the greatest 3 minute conversations do me and my brother. If you know my brother David he is kind of like how do I describe a.... thoughtful soul. He is I dare say a very talented singer and song writer and if you have ever heard him and his friends play you will see this.
I think he is now taking the tortured musical genius a step to far, yes that is correct he has gone and grown a beard, not a little arty goatee, not a slug type Adolf Hitler moustache but a full grown 'I have yesterday's cornflakes wedged in there' beard. I dont know why he has done this? I haven't even seen it but when I think of someone with a beard, the names that come in to my head are Maurice Gibb, Noel Edmunds, Matthew Kelly, David Bellamy, Gandolf, then again the latter is really cool because he knows magic and shit, you know what im getting at. I expect my brother to be sitting in a park reading poetry in a linen shirt before long. All I would say to my dear brother is shave the beard, If you're trying for the John Lennon look, it didn't turn out great for him, love ya bro.
My oldest brother Mark yesterday got a lovely little puppy, a Jack Russell and what has he called it, you guessed it Banjo Strummer, what a name. I can see it now my brother walking down the beach shouting out his name, "here banjo strummer", "fetch joe strummer", you only get this stuff in the Casson family. My brother is going to look really silly if the real Joe Strummer visits Sea Palling.
Anyway night all, enjoy Easter Sunday and dont drink too much
Peace out my homie loving friends, dont you just love my street talk.
Matt
Another Saturday night in, I dont really mind at all really as good bit of stuff on the box including my Saturday night compulsary match of the day, where I will watch my team Arsenal knock 4 past the gits that are Wigan. So what has everyone been up to today then?? I if you read yesterday you will know that I have been in work from 8AM to 6PM, very enjoyable......not. I spoke to my brother David today, we have the greatest 3 minute conversations do me and my brother. If you know my brother David he is kind of like how do I describe a.... thoughtful soul. He is I dare say a very talented singer and song writer and if you have ever heard him and his friends play you will see this.
I think he is now taking the tortured musical genius a step to far, yes that is correct he has gone and grown a beard, not a little arty goatee, not a slug type Adolf Hitler moustache but a full grown 'I have yesterday's cornflakes wedged in there' beard. I dont know why he has done this? I haven't even seen it but when I think of someone with a beard, the names that come in to my head are Maurice Gibb, Noel Edmunds, Matthew Kelly, David Bellamy, Gandolf, then again the latter is really cool because he knows magic and shit, you know what im getting at. I expect my brother to be sitting in a park reading poetry in a linen shirt before long. All I would say to my dear brother is shave the beard, If you're trying for the John Lennon look, it didn't turn out great for him, love ya bro.
My oldest brother Mark yesterday got a lovely little puppy, a Jack Russell and what has he called it, you guessed it Banjo Strummer, what a name. I can see it now my brother walking down the beach shouting out his name, "here banjo strummer", "fetch joe strummer", you only get this stuff in the Casson family. My brother is going to look really silly if the real Joe Strummer visits Sea Palling.
Anyway night all, enjoy Easter Sunday and dont drink too much
Peace out my homie loving friends, dont you just love my street talk.
Matt
Friday, 10 April 2009
Bonjour,
How are we all, I know a load of you are reading this blog but not admitting it, there is no shame admitting that you are following the daily in's and out's of a literally genius. So what has everyone been up to today? Something good I hope? Earlier the weather was lovely I was out there being a good husband and weeding a part of the garden and then went to church.
Lots of excitement there aswell as a women fainted, well she was in the presence of god, or as Im commonly known Matt, know in all seriousness I cant imagine it was anything to do with mass, it was probably just a dodgy ruby murray last night. Normally I would have got up to help, but if I had, some cheeky follower im sure would have half inched my seat, im a good christian boy and all that but I aint standing for an hour and a half, god forgive me, just in case your reading this blog on the big PC in the sky.
So im looking forward to a nice 10 hour shift tomorrow in the gym zzzzzzzzzzzz, yes really excited, I know this sounds bad but I really begrudge everyone if the weather is nice and sunny and im stuck inside and then after enjoying the day they then come in the gym for the last hour just I think to piss me off. If you come to my gym normally and you're thinking of doing that now just to get on my tits, got one think to say to ya, you git.
So if you are going out for the day and its nice and sunny dont forget to put on those good feel summer songs, but most importantly, think of me
Chat soon all........Matt
How are we all, I know a load of you are reading this blog but not admitting it, there is no shame admitting that you are following the daily in's and out's of a literally genius. So what has everyone been up to today? Something good I hope? Earlier the weather was lovely I was out there being a good husband and weeding a part of the garden and then went to church.
Lots of excitement there aswell as a women fainted, well she was in the presence of god, or as Im commonly known Matt, know in all seriousness I cant imagine it was anything to do with mass, it was probably just a dodgy ruby murray last night. Normally I would have got up to help, but if I had, some cheeky follower im sure would have half inched my seat, im a good christian boy and all that but I aint standing for an hour and a half, god forgive me, just in case your reading this blog on the big PC in the sky.
So im looking forward to a nice 10 hour shift tomorrow in the gym zzzzzzzzzzzz, yes really excited, I know this sounds bad but I really begrudge everyone if the weather is nice and sunny and im stuck inside and then after enjoying the day they then come in the gym for the last hour just I think to piss me off. If you come to my gym normally and you're thinking of doing that now just to get on my tits, got one think to say to ya, you git.
So if you are going out for the day and its nice and sunny dont forget to put on those good feel summer songs, but most importantly, think of me
Chat soon all........Matt
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Hello all,
Short week for most of us as it's good Friday tomorrow, so a bank holiday, then again I will be working on Saturday doing a lovely 10 hour shift in the gym.
Easter is a lovely time of year especially if the weather is good, so fingers crossed for all of us. What will everyone be doing???? Me and Mrs C will be going to a large car boot sale on Easter Sunday of course not before I have gone to Easter mass, my god im such a good lad.
How many of you will be eating far too many easter eggs and then moaning about it to me in the gym? Well ive got one thing to say to ya, dont be such a greedy git and get you're arse on the treadmill. I myself will eat loads of easter eggs, you may say as a fitness professional, a defined god amongst men, a fitness pioneer that I shouldnt be eating chocolate eggs, but sod ya!
A big shout to my 4 official blog followers, stay true peeps, spread the word according to Matt.
Right off to put on some Kenny G while having a hot bubble bath, yes thats right the G man.
Stay safe all and well thats about all.
Matt
Short week for most of us as it's good Friday tomorrow, so a bank holiday, then again I will be working on Saturday doing a lovely 10 hour shift in the gym.
Easter is a lovely time of year especially if the weather is good, so fingers crossed for all of us. What will everyone be doing???? Me and Mrs C will be going to a large car boot sale on Easter Sunday of course not before I have gone to Easter mass, my god im such a good lad.
How many of you will be eating far too many easter eggs and then moaning about it to me in the gym? Well ive got one thing to say to ya, dont be such a greedy git and get you're arse on the treadmill. I myself will eat loads of easter eggs, you may say as a fitness professional, a defined god amongst men, a fitness pioneer that I shouldnt be eating chocolate eggs, but sod ya!
A big shout to my 4 official blog followers, stay true peeps, spread the word according to Matt.
Right off to put on some Kenny G while having a hot bubble bath, yes thats right the G man.
Stay safe all and well thats about all.
Matt
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Hello all, someone asked me yesterday why am I writing a blog????
Good to write down the things you think about and with the way my mind works in its weird and mysterious and dare I say funny way that I believe is a great thing.
Hope everyone is good today, I trust alot of you have been buying easter eggs for yourselves or are you the kind of person that buys eggs for the kids with the intention of telling your kid off for something pointless, confescating the egg and then scoffing it later in front of Emmerdale.
You know who you are.
As you have probably realised I have nothing to do at the moment, well my wife wants some stuff up in the loft, which I shall get soon, at the mo Im being a rebel and sitting down having a cup of tea. So what the wife does'nt know wont get me in trouble, so if you read this later baby, love ya lots x.
So has anyone got any plans for the weekend, I will of course on Good Friday and Easter Sunday be going to mass, never missed one my entire life, being the good Catholic boy I am, ummmmmm??? I hope to see my Mum and Dad at some point over the weekend and I hope everyone enjoys whatever they do. Watching the film Tron on the goggle box at mo, early 80's film where a bloke ends up in a computer game, if you have seen it you will realise the graphics aint no independence day.
So what are your top 10 80's films? Please share.
In no particular order
1. Lost boys
2. The Goonies
3. The Breakfast Club
4. Teen Wolf
5. The Karate Kid
6. Superman II
7. The Burbs
8. Planes Trains and Automobiles
9. Licence to drive
10. Best of the Best
Have a good day all and stay safe
Peace....
Matt
Good to write down the things you think about and with the way my mind works in its weird and mysterious and dare I say funny way that I believe is a great thing.
Hope everyone is good today, I trust alot of you have been buying easter eggs for yourselves or are you the kind of person that buys eggs for the kids with the intention of telling your kid off for something pointless, confescating the egg and then scoffing it later in front of Emmerdale.
You know who you are.
As you have probably realised I have nothing to do at the moment, well my wife wants some stuff up in the loft, which I shall get soon, at the mo Im being a rebel and sitting down having a cup of tea. So what the wife does'nt know wont get me in trouble, so if you read this later baby, love ya lots x.
So has anyone got any plans for the weekend, I will of course on Good Friday and Easter Sunday be going to mass, never missed one my entire life, being the good Catholic boy I am, ummmmmm??? I hope to see my Mum and Dad at some point over the weekend and I hope everyone enjoys whatever they do. Watching the film Tron on the goggle box at mo, early 80's film where a bloke ends up in a computer game, if you have seen it you will realise the graphics aint no independence day.
So what are your top 10 80's films? Please share.
In no particular order
1. Lost boys
2. The Goonies
3. The Breakfast Club
4. Teen Wolf
5. The Karate Kid
6. Superman II
7. The Burbs
8. Planes Trains and Automobiles
9. Licence to drive
10. Best of the Best
Have a good day all and stay safe
Peace....
Matt
Monday, 6 April 2009
Evening all, I trust everyone had a good weekend, whether it was chilling out in front of the Tv watching the latest Saturday installment of Casualty or getting into a scuffle and finishing the night in Casualty, whatever you did I hope you enjoyed yourselves. On Sunday I mowed our lawn and it's looking all summery, that is until it pisses down in a few days and starts to look gloomy again.
As you know I run a gym in Norfolk, Dereham to be precise (it's not my gym, although that is one of my dreams) the other dreams are too rude to mention, haha, lame I know, the joke that was. Anyway today I was asked a few questions that got me thinking about some of the weird things I get asked in the Gym and everyday life. Feel free to share the questions you get asked in everyday life, feel free to post.
1. Will my willy shrink if I work out too much (this really was a serious question)
2. If I watch the TV and run at the same time will I burn more calories???? Ummmmmm
3. Am I allowed to wear no shoes or socks in the weight area
4. Will I work my chest doing the lower back machine
5. Do you sell steroids??? What the f***k, you tit
6. Are you on steroids??? This question was from the same 6 stone twat
7. Im allergic to Tv can you turn them off when I train, and no he did'nt just not like TV he was allergic to it, again ummmmmmm.
8. If I only eat 3 takeaways a week will I carry on gaining weight, well they did drop down from 5 a week
Im sure if I really thought about it I could think of so many more questions that have been asked of me, anyway time to go and as Frankie says RELAX, so cheerio and put down that donought you lazy git
Matt.
As you know I run a gym in Norfolk, Dereham to be precise (it's not my gym, although that is one of my dreams) the other dreams are too rude to mention, haha, lame I know, the joke that was. Anyway today I was asked a few questions that got me thinking about some of the weird things I get asked in the Gym and everyday life. Feel free to share the questions you get asked in everyday life, feel free to post.
1. Will my willy shrink if I work out too much (this really was a serious question)
2. If I watch the TV and run at the same time will I burn more calories???? Ummmmmm
3. Am I allowed to wear no shoes or socks in the weight area
4. Will I work my chest doing the lower back machine
5. Do you sell steroids??? What the f***k, you tit
6. Are you on steroids??? This question was from the same 6 stone twat
7. Im allergic to Tv can you turn them off when I train, and no he did'nt just not like TV he was allergic to it, again ummmmmmm.
8. If I only eat 3 takeaways a week will I carry on gaining weight, well they did drop down from 5 a week
Im sure if I really thought about it I could think of so many more questions that have been asked of me, anyway time to go and as Frankie says RELAX, so cheerio and put down that donought you lazy git
Matt.
Saturday, 4 April 2009
Evening all,
Sitting here on a Saturday night having a nice cup of tea, boring you say if you are reading this on Sunday after the mother of all hangovers from your night on the tiles or depending on the quality of pub you went to the blood soaked vinyl. I still do go out on the lash every now and then but those of you that are married or have that someone special to keep you warm at night you tend not to go out every weekend.
So remember that all of you that are out on Saturday night (last night if ya reading this on Sunday) when you get too lagered up and pull someone with a body like Baywatch but wake up next to them in the morning and realise without the beer goggles they have a face like crimewatch, but anyway.
Started up Aikido recently which is a big change from Karate that I done for a good while several years ago, enjoying it but couldnt do it as I have a really bad back at the mo, If you know me really well, at the moment you will know im more injury prone than ledley king on a bad day. The rest of the morning today me and my wife Sara built some fencing for our 3 veggie patches
that we have in our garden, yes Casa Casson is very eco and I have become a converted carrot cruncher since I moved to Norfolk. Anyway time for Saturday night tv, which includes my beloved Arsenal teaching the Mancs of Manchester City a footballing lesson. So if your out tonight or reading this tomorrow and you pulled a potential stalker, lock up your pet bunny
Night all......Matt
Sitting here on a Saturday night having a nice cup of tea, boring you say if you are reading this on Sunday after the mother of all hangovers from your night on the tiles or depending on the quality of pub you went to the blood soaked vinyl. I still do go out on the lash every now and then but those of you that are married or have that someone special to keep you warm at night you tend not to go out every weekend.
So remember that all of you that are out on Saturday night (last night if ya reading this on Sunday) when you get too lagered up and pull someone with a body like Baywatch but wake up next to them in the morning and realise without the beer goggles they have a face like crimewatch, but anyway.
Started up Aikido recently which is a big change from Karate that I done for a good while several years ago, enjoying it but couldnt do it as I have a really bad back at the mo, If you know me really well, at the moment you will know im more injury prone than ledley king on a bad day. The rest of the morning today me and my wife Sara built some fencing for our 3 veggie patches
that we have in our garden, yes Casa Casson is very eco and I have become a converted carrot cruncher since I moved to Norfolk. Anyway time for Saturday night tv, which includes my beloved Arsenal teaching the Mancs of Manchester City a footballing lesson. So if your out tonight or reading this tomorrow and you pulled a potential stalker, lock up your pet bunny
Night all......Matt
Friday, 3 April 2009
Hiya all, hows things?
The weekend is nearly upon us and if you're under the thumb like me(just joking baby) your wife probably has many a job planned for you, if your not a 21st century man and the missus is chained to the sink then good luck with thoise feet up watching the football with a cold one in hand.
As promised not going to go through my entire 31 years so fast forward.
1989: First year at secondary school, the great institution that is St James Catholic High School.
For anyone that ever grew up as a Catholic or went to a Catholic school, they have a high line on discipline. My best friend Adrian (who was also at my primary school, and remains my best friend to this present day) would begin a journey of self discovery.
Battling the 'One way system', I dont know if anyone had one at their school, but god they were annoying. You would be literally 5 yards from a classroom you had to be in, but no, god forbid you should walk the wrong way. You would have to turn you're sorry arse round walk round the whole of London (it felt like that the school was so big) then you could go in. At this point you were half an hour late and therefore in detention, bloody one one system, i'll give you one way system. In fact at our school I think the teachers just gave detentions for the sake of it, maybe a way of getting some sneaky overtime in. No school blazer on.....Detention, "But sir it's Saturday im not at school", " I dont care boy detention", stop dragging your feet....detention......dodgy haircut.....detention, then again some of the haircuts i had during high school I would of given myself a detention.
Then there was certain teachers who you hated or just got on your tits. We had a good few nuns teaching at our school, yeah proper teachers and they were'nt volunteers from Cathod. They would think they were smart talking to you in Latin and if you answered back with "Sister no one uses Latin anymore, it's a dead language, you guessed it........detention.
As much as we moaned about high school our parents who used to stress to us they were the 'best days of our life' were I believe true, obviously beats paying tax (then again I still know some people who are my age and are tax dodging students).
Like I said there were great things about high school, the discovery of the bunsen burner, stick loads of Chemicals in a pot, put your goggles and lab coat on and bubble it under the Bunsen Burner. Im still not sure to this day what I actually learned from the Bunsen Burner, other than burning my finger 10 times in 5 minutes or that it's just a really cool sounding word, not the type of word you would call your kid though.
The haircuts I had various haircuts there were 3, a skinhead, curtains or the step haircut, my god the latter was a real mess of a haircut, im sure some of you had one?
Reputations at school were always fun when you look back.
Who was the hardest in your year? Were they the hardest in the school though?
Who was the fastest, who was the fittest girl at school?, and who was the ugliest, obviously the last one no one wants to be tarnished with the last one, but come on there was always someone that was severley hit with the ugly stick.
When at school you always try to look older, whether it's getting a hoop ear-ring, my god what was I thinking? Who growing facial hair. You had some who attempted and failed miserably with their 'bum fluff', on their top lip, thats another cool word, or their half joining side burns or if you were a tad cool at secondary sidey's. My mate Adrian though had the full package, god, he had a full goatee by the time he was 8, love ya mate, he did seriously look about 30 when he was 13, whereas me i was a pale white boy with a step haircut.
1995: Joined Hendon college to study Advanced leisure , travel and tourism, I have to say a very uninteresting course in my opinion and an even worse college. Around about this time I was 17/18 so on the weekend going to pubs with Adrian, Frank and Johnny Ramsay. This is the age where you are plucking up the courage to progress from the off licence that would sell a bottle of Vodka to a 5 year old and progress to the pub, become a proper man go from drinking Diamond white and Special K cider to a pint of Lager. Me and the lads would circle the pub and take about an hour to pluck up the courage to go in, what you would do is see through the window who was serving, it would filter through mates of mates etc which barmaid would serve you, then you would make your move and hope you werent chucked out before you got half way through your pint. This was better than my mate John's tactic we used to get in Astons night club in Criclewood of when you got rejected, walk down the road and wait 20 minutes before going back and suddenly becoming 3 years older, surprisingly the bouncers did let us in alot of the time, even less surprising though Astons is no longer in business.
1995-2000
The start of holidays away with mates, the stuff of legends, although I think every seperate group thinks that. My mates Frank and Johnny's parents had a flat in the North east of Spain in a town called Port de la Selva, not everyone's cup of tea, but such a mixed bag of people in a beautiful location, we started the legend of Wolfs bar, and for a little while seemed like we made the place our own.
The following year introduced us to Benidorm, my god this at the time was a complete change, involved more booze and of course women, but not going to upset my wife by going on about that, me and my mates would have lots of fun.
In 1998 it was a blast, it was the year of that Owen goal against Argentina, although we lost out through penalties, and no it wasnt funny when someone put 'dont cry for me Argentina' on the jukebox in the Railway Tavern in Edgware. Later on in the summer me and the boys had our first experience of Magaluf, BCM'S and all if you've ever been to Magaluf or the alternative name you know what its like.
I had a small experience trying for the Army but latter part of training I got Bronchitis, in the long run it was probably a good thing or I might not of done even better things to come.
In 2002 and 2003 I went to work both summers in the United States working at a summer camp called Round lake camp, hard work but met great people and saw alot of the states East and West coast.
Late 2003 I moved to Norfolk where I reside now, I was here a few months when I decided to go and work in the South of France for 7 months as a holiday rep, again a great experience that enabled me to meet great people and do great things, when I came back I got a job as a fitness instructor, a job of which I had qualified for a good few years back and had done for a good few gyms in London. While working up in Norfolk I would eventually meet the girl who was to become my wife, and we will celebrate a year of marriage this June. Although i am a londoner and always in my heart will be I now couldnt be happier with where I am. I still do visit my old haunts, and the boys come up occasiony but this is my life and I love it.
I currently work as a gym manager in a town called Dereham, and from today this is where the real fun on the blog begins.
Have to go peeps if you survived the post, promise next one will be alot shorter
See ya
Matt.
The weekend is nearly upon us and if you're under the thumb like me(just joking baby) your wife probably has many a job planned for you, if your not a 21st century man and the missus is chained to the sink then good luck with thoise feet up watching the football with a cold one in hand.
As promised not going to go through my entire 31 years so fast forward.
1989: First year at secondary school, the great institution that is St James Catholic High School.
For anyone that ever grew up as a Catholic or went to a Catholic school, they have a high line on discipline. My best friend Adrian (who was also at my primary school, and remains my best friend to this present day) would begin a journey of self discovery.
Battling the 'One way system', I dont know if anyone had one at their school, but god they were annoying. You would be literally 5 yards from a classroom you had to be in, but no, god forbid you should walk the wrong way. You would have to turn you're sorry arse round walk round the whole of London (it felt like that the school was so big) then you could go in. At this point you were half an hour late and therefore in detention, bloody one one system, i'll give you one way system. In fact at our school I think the teachers just gave detentions for the sake of it, maybe a way of getting some sneaky overtime in. No school blazer on.....Detention, "But sir it's Saturday im not at school", " I dont care boy detention", stop dragging your feet....detention......dodgy haircut.....detention, then again some of the haircuts i had during high school I would of given myself a detention.
Then there was certain teachers who you hated or just got on your tits. We had a good few nuns teaching at our school, yeah proper teachers and they were'nt volunteers from Cathod. They would think they were smart talking to you in Latin and if you answered back with "Sister no one uses Latin anymore, it's a dead language, you guessed it........detention.
As much as we moaned about high school our parents who used to stress to us they were the 'best days of our life' were I believe true, obviously beats paying tax (then again I still know some people who are my age and are tax dodging students).
Like I said there were great things about high school, the discovery of the bunsen burner, stick loads of Chemicals in a pot, put your goggles and lab coat on and bubble it under the Bunsen Burner. Im still not sure to this day what I actually learned from the Bunsen Burner, other than burning my finger 10 times in 5 minutes or that it's just a really cool sounding word, not the type of word you would call your kid though.
The haircuts I had various haircuts there were 3, a skinhead, curtains or the step haircut, my god the latter was a real mess of a haircut, im sure some of you had one?
Reputations at school were always fun when you look back.
Who was the hardest in your year? Were they the hardest in the school though?
Who was the fastest, who was the fittest girl at school?, and who was the ugliest, obviously the last one no one wants to be tarnished with the last one, but come on there was always someone that was severley hit with the ugly stick.
When at school you always try to look older, whether it's getting a hoop ear-ring, my god what was I thinking? Who growing facial hair. You had some who attempted and failed miserably with their 'bum fluff', on their top lip, thats another cool word, or their half joining side burns or if you were a tad cool at secondary sidey's. My mate Adrian though had the full package, god, he had a full goatee by the time he was 8, love ya mate, he did seriously look about 30 when he was 13, whereas me i was a pale white boy with a step haircut.
1995: Joined Hendon college to study Advanced leisure , travel and tourism, I have to say a very uninteresting course in my opinion and an even worse college. Around about this time I was 17/18 so on the weekend going to pubs with Adrian, Frank and Johnny Ramsay. This is the age where you are plucking up the courage to progress from the off licence that would sell a bottle of Vodka to a 5 year old and progress to the pub, become a proper man go from drinking Diamond white and Special K cider to a pint of Lager. Me and the lads would circle the pub and take about an hour to pluck up the courage to go in, what you would do is see through the window who was serving, it would filter through mates of mates etc which barmaid would serve you, then you would make your move and hope you werent chucked out before you got half way through your pint. This was better than my mate John's tactic we used to get in Astons night club in Criclewood of when you got rejected, walk down the road and wait 20 minutes before going back and suddenly becoming 3 years older, surprisingly the bouncers did let us in alot of the time, even less surprising though Astons is no longer in business.
1995-2000
The start of holidays away with mates, the stuff of legends, although I think every seperate group thinks that. My mates Frank and Johnny's parents had a flat in the North east of Spain in a town called Port de la Selva, not everyone's cup of tea, but such a mixed bag of people in a beautiful location, we started the legend of Wolfs bar, and for a little while seemed like we made the place our own.
The following year introduced us to Benidorm, my god this at the time was a complete change, involved more booze and of course women, but not going to upset my wife by going on about that, me and my mates would have lots of fun.
In 1998 it was a blast, it was the year of that Owen goal against Argentina, although we lost out through penalties, and no it wasnt funny when someone put 'dont cry for me Argentina' on the jukebox in the Railway Tavern in Edgware. Later on in the summer me and the boys had our first experience of Magaluf, BCM'S and all if you've ever been to Magaluf or the alternative name you know what its like.
I had a small experience trying for the Army but latter part of training I got Bronchitis, in the long run it was probably a good thing or I might not of done even better things to come.
In 2002 and 2003 I went to work both summers in the United States working at a summer camp called Round lake camp, hard work but met great people and saw alot of the states East and West coast.
Late 2003 I moved to Norfolk where I reside now, I was here a few months when I decided to go and work in the South of France for 7 months as a holiday rep, again a great experience that enabled me to meet great people and do great things, when I came back I got a job as a fitness instructor, a job of which I had qualified for a good few years back and had done for a good few gyms in London. While working up in Norfolk I would eventually meet the girl who was to become my wife, and we will celebrate a year of marriage this June. Although i am a londoner and always in my heart will be I now couldnt be happier with where I am. I still do visit my old haunts, and the boys come up occasiony but this is my life and I love it.
I currently work as a gym manager in a town called Dereham, and from today this is where the real fun on the blog begins.
Have to go peeps if you survived the post, promise next one will be alot shorter
See ya
Matt.
Thursday, 2 April 2009
What's up mo foe's,
This weather heah, changes more than the state of the economy, but then again the G20 nations cant really complain about it, I mean of all the places the worlds 20 most powerful nations could meet. Sydney, Paris, Dubai, no someone in all their wisdom chose the docklands which could have 80 degree heat all day long but would still look cold and miserable. Think the last thing the excel arena hosted was a steps concert, so yes ideal venue for the G20 summit me thinks. Anyway you rock on Obama and Brown, they should finish the summit with a duet of steps version of tragedy. Right going just a little bit away from my early life here although I have had a drunken jig to a steps classic before.
Quick family history as before you know who my brothers and sisters were, dont worry more to come about David and Tracey, but the way it went when I was younger kind of went like this.
My Dad Terry, one hell of a worker, he worked like his Dad on the railway, known back then as British Rail, it now of course has about 50 different names and services. Anyway my Dad would work pretty much a six day maybe even a seven day week in order to provide for the family. What did he do, alot of the time he layed tracks, you know the big massive sleepers, and the heavy rails knocked into place with those huge bolts. Not much use for machines back then just pure brute force and a hefty hammer to knock the rails in. So my dad would do a night shift and generally pick me up from school. My dad after a few hours would come back looking like grizzly adams on really hairy day. I think the sole purpose of this was for a certain routine. It went like this I would get cheeky to my brother David so he would get my Dad and together they would hold me down while my brother tickled me and my Dad would use his stubble to brush against my cheek, oh how I wasnt traumatised I dont know. Thinking back it was quite funny but at the time i was about 7 or 8 so not so great then, Im sure i would get my brother back.
So where was my mum, well she was at work, my mum at the time worked at Edgware General Hospital, not quite sure what she done. Mum would later work at the Medical Research Centre in Mill Hill which was just down the road from my primary school St Vincents RC School.
My best friend at the time was a lad called Neil Quartly whos dad Bill was the school caretaker, the school lollipop man, he probably cooked the school dinners and teached aswell, Bill done shit loads. Me and Neil lost touch for abit after primary school. At St Vincents we had it all going on, we had specific football teams, I was in the Ramsays, run by my still good good friend Farnk Ramsay, yes he was the shankley of the playground and our bitter rivals were Grahams, I cant remember his first name. We would have end of season reports off Frank about how we performed that season, and he went in to alot of detail, and we got a mars bar as a reward, I personally would of prefered a bag of marbles Franky boy. Were had the traditonally scary teacher, and at the time you didnt get much scarier than Mr Johnson (name followed by dramatic music in your head). Back then like the school janitor teachers taught everything, Mr J would take us all though for P.E. which I think was a choice between Football or Rounders or if you like Rounders or Football, no PC crap back then if the chick didnt like it tough shit. The thing most people remembered about Mr Johnson was that if you messed up, if you looked at a tree in the the wrong way, how do i put this........your hide was getting whacked. I swear the bloke just grabbed people of the street and whacked their arse. What he would do was get the offenders to line up in front of his class, yes you didnt have to be in his class to get a whacking and one after the other turn them round and tan their hide, werent that bad just back when your 8-10 years old you have the fear factor alot more. I have been talking as if Mr johnson is no longer with us but as far as i know the old sod is still going strong, about 140 but still going strong, love you Mr johnson. It was at St Vincents I would meet my bestest mates twin brothers Frank and Johnny Ramsay and Mr Adrian Fichardo, more in weeks to come about what me and these lotharios would get up to in the coming years, to the present day.
As I promised though my brother David, Me and his friends.
Like me David went to St Vincents along with his friend Paul Hogan, his younger brother Darren as well as brothers Antony and John Cotter. These were the main set originally that David hung round with and naturally me being the younger brother, tried and mostly succeeded to hang round too. Antony and John lived round the corner for us in a little estate called Moorlands Avenue, Paul and Darren lived in a not too far part of Mill Hill. The boys were all friends and all the parents were friends, there were even parties at different houses every now and again. I remember when we used to go round Paul and Darrens house and they would get their scaelectric (spelling wrong) out and that would keep me entertained for hours. My brother and his mates mainly hung round Moorlands yes they hung round the streets, but it wasnt like it is now and the word CHAV or HOODIE hadnt even been invented, dress sence maybe just as bad though. What i would do is come up to where David and his mates 'were hanging' and make my brother look as uncool as i possibly could, why? because i could. At the same time I would wind up Davids mates which would lead to David having to defend me from his mates, god it was so fun getting on their tits! They use to get me back though I remember once when it had snowed alot in moorlands Paul and Darren ( i believe purposely) came down the hill in a homemade sled and somehow my trouser leg had got caught on the blade causing me to be dragged behind in a indiana jones type stunt. I remember Darren giving me aeroplanes, you know where you hold the arm and leg of someone and swing them round, Darren though put literally a new spin on this by letting me go mid flight, it hurt. I however responded that time by grabbing a skipping rope ( the ones with the solid wooden end) and swinging it in the direction of Mr Darren Hogans face. Im not sure but I think he went to casualty. Alot of this happened over the years by the black gates of Moorlands, but never the less we all still treated each other like brothers.
I just wanted to cramp their style like any annoying shit but their you go, always used to most fun when i done it in front of the girls they fancied. I could never keep up though one week David would be dating a girl (dont worry certain ladies will keep your names out), the next week Paul would be dating her, and the one Paul was dating was now with David or Darren. When the new bash street kid Sean Kelly joined the group he got in on the act. Bloody hell boys back then it was all innocent and all but it was like hanging out with a bunch of Mormons.
I would take my own path and David would take his with his mates and future bands, where as me and my mates would go on too lots of mischeif and mayhem.
I know this alot to read but i will bullet point it with quicker sections to read so I dont bore ya to death, anyway, funny tales to come
TTFN
Matt.
This weather heah, changes more than the state of the economy, but then again the G20 nations cant really complain about it, I mean of all the places the worlds 20 most powerful nations could meet. Sydney, Paris, Dubai, no someone in all their wisdom chose the docklands which could have 80 degree heat all day long but would still look cold and miserable. Think the last thing the excel arena hosted was a steps concert, so yes ideal venue for the G20 summit me thinks. Anyway you rock on Obama and Brown, they should finish the summit with a duet of steps version of tragedy. Right going just a little bit away from my early life here although I have had a drunken jig to a steps classic before.
Quick family history as before you know who my brothers and sisters were, dont worry more to come about David and Tracey, but the way it went when I was younger kind of went like this.
My Dad Terry, one hell of a worker, he worked like his Dad on the railway, known back then as British Rail, it now of course has about 50 different names and services. Anyway my Dad would work pretty much a six day maybe even a seven day week in order to provide for the family. What did he do, alot of the time he layed tracks, you know the big massive sleepers, and the heavy rails knocked into place with those huge bolts. Not much use for machines back then just pure brute force and a hefty hammer to knock the rails in. So my dad would do a night shift and generally pick me up from school. My dad after a few hours would come back looking like grizzly adams on really hairy day. I think the sole purpose of this was for a certain routine. It went like this I would get cheeky to my brother David so he would get my Dad and together they would hold me down while my brother tickled me and my Dad would use his stubble to brush against my cheek, oh how I wasnt traumatised I dont know. Thinking back it was quite funny but at the time i was about 7 or 8 so not so great then, Im sure i would get my brother back.
So where was my mum, well she was at work, my mum at the time worked at Edgware General Hospital, not quite sure what she done. Mum would later work at the Medical Research Centre in Mill Hill which was just down the road from my primary school St Vincents RC School.
My best friend at the time was a lad called Neil Quartly whos dad Bill was the school caretaker, the school lollipop man, he probably cooked the school dinners and teached aswell, Bill done shit loads. Me and Neil lost touch for abit after primary school. At St Vincents we had it all going on, we had specific football teams, I was in the Ramsays, run by my still good good friend Farnk Ramsay, yes he was the shankley of the playground and our bitter rivals were Grahams, I cant remember his first name. We would have end of season reports off Frank about how we performed that season, and he went in to alot of detail, and we got a mars bar as a reward, I personally would of prefered a bag of marbles Franky boy. Were had the traditonally scary teacher, and at the time you didnt get much scarier than Mr Johnson (name followed by dramatic music in your head). Back then like the school janitor teachers taught everything, Mr J would take us all though for P.E. which I think was a choice between Football or Rounders or if you like Rounders or Football, no PC crap back then if the chick didnt like it tough shit. The thing most people remembered about Mr Johnson was that if you messed up, if you looked at a tree in the the wrong way, how do i put this........your hide was getting whacked. I swear the bloke just grabbed people of the street and whacked their arse. What he would do was get the offenders to line up in front of his class, yes you didnt have to be in his class to get a whacking and one after the other turn them round and tan their hide, werent that bad just back when your 8-10 years old you have the fear factor alot more. I have been talking as if Mr johnson is no longer with us but as far as i know the old sod is still going strong, about 140 but still going strong, love you Mr johnson. It was at St Vincents I would meet my bestest mates twin brothers Frank and Johnny Ramsay and Mr Adrian Fichardo, more in weeks to come about what me and these lotharios would get up to in the coming years, to the present day.
As I promised though my brother David, Me and his friends.
Like me David went to St Vincents along with his friend Paul Hogan, his younger brother Darren as well as brothers Antony and John Cotter. These were the main set originally that David hung round with and naturally me being the younger brother, tried and mostly succeeded to hang round too. Antony and John lived round the corner for us in a little estate called Moorlands Avenue, Paul and Darren lived in a not too far part of Mill Hill. The boys were all friends and all the parents were friends, there were even parties at different houses every now and again. I remember when we used to go round Paul and Darrens house and they would get their scaelectric (spelling wrong) out and that would keep me entertained for hours. My brother and his mates mainly hung round Moorlands yes they hung round the streets, but it wasnt like it is now and the word CHAV or HOODIE hadnt even been invented, dress sence maybe just as bad though. What i would do is come up to where David and his mates 'were hanging' and make my brother look as uncool as i possibly could, why? because i could. At the same time I would wind up Davids mates which would lead to David having to defend me from his mates, god it was so fun getting on their tits! They use to get me back though I remember once when it had snowed alot in moorlands Paul and Darren ( i believe purposely) came down the hill in a homemade sled and somehow my trouser leg had got caught on the blade causing me to be dragged behind in a indiana jones type stunt. I remember Darren giving me aeroplanes, you know where you hold the arm and leg of someone and swing them round, Darren though put literally a new spin on this by letting me go mid flight, it hurt. I however responded that time by grabbing a skipping rope ( the ones with the solid wooden end) and swinging it in the direction of Mr Darren Hogans face. Im not sure but I think he went to casualty. Alot of this happened over the years by the black gates of Moorlands, but never the less we all still treated each other like brothers.
I just wanted to cramp their style like any annoying shit but their you go, always used to most fun when i done it in front of the girls they fancied. I could never keep up though one week David would be dating a girl (dont worry certain ladies will keep your names out), the next week Paul would be dating her, and the one Paul was dating was now with David or Darren. When the new bash street kid Sean Kelly joined the group he got in on the act. Bloody hell boys back then it was all innocent and all but it was like hanging out with a bunch of Mormons.
I would take my own path and David would take his with his mates and future bands, where as me and my mates would go on too lots of mischeif and mayhem.
I know this alot to read but i will bullet point it with quicker sections to read so I dont bore ya to death, anyway, funny tales to come
TTFN
Matt.
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Morning all, I do hope everyone is fine and dandy on this sunshine filled morning, yes spring is here and Easter is getting closer, let the religious enlightenment begin, dont worry this isnt going to be a blog of bible bashing.
So i left you with me about to grow up in the legendery house that was to hold so many great childhood and adult memories for me, my family, my extended family and any old person that would happen to enter the famous yellow door.....44 Brookfield Crescent, Mill Hill.
As you know there was Me, my brother David, sister Cindy, and eldest sister Tracey I also have another brother Mark who I believe lived with us when him and his wife Gina first got married, and of course my Ma and Pa Lena and Terry.
What can i say it was a very loving house but at the same time when you have brothers and sisters under the same roof as well as an Irish mother alot of shouting aswell, but love nether the less. Growing up i would try my upmost to irritate my older siblings, especially my two older brothers Mark and David and from what i am told manged that to a tee. One incident i remember a little was going through the living room through to the hall, through the kitchen, proceeding to the dining room back to the living room on a small trike while my adoring bro's were trying to watch the TV. Me being me I was most probably making the most irritating noise ever, think the sound of a fire engine, but made by an irritating little s**t. Anyway on about my 15th lap of the house I think this was starting to irritate my brothers so, Mark (citation needed) slammed the french doors that seperated the dining room and the living room shut just as I was proceeding through them. I dont believe Mark and David could of invisioned what would of happened as i came flying off the trike and through the glass, if you imagine Chucky from one of those films being flung across the room by one of of his victims. I was that Chucky because all i did was just get up, broken glass and all, not a mark. Many stories have come up over the years as my brothe tells me I was the demon child, the devil incarnate, I was just a major pain in arse!! One story iI have been told is a big Sunday roast was being prepared and while everyone was waiting for the meat to be cooked, what they did'nt know was that I had gone over and turned all the knobs of the cooker off, yes I was a true knob. I could tell you all the bad stories about stabbing the cusions with my Mums knitting needles or pulling the table cloth when all my mums lovely crystal was on the table, I believe that was the first time my then future sister in law had come round for dinner, it was either that time or the one with the cooker. Either way I think my brother was lucky she married him after she met me. So to all my sisters and brothers i apologise for all the hair pulling moments I gave you as a toddler.
Yes I was the youngest, so maybe I got away with alot, but hey what ya going to do.
It wasnt just me though, you had my brother Mark who was a true 70's hellraiser, he was a mod, and plastered the shed with dedication to David Bowie and was in a band called the Scandinavian roof jumpers, and as for the hair, well lets not get started on that. My sister Cindy...............
Cindy, Cindy, Cindy where do I start. Does anyone remember the 80's system of communication other than the telephone, yes thats right the C.B. You could see our house I believe from South London, because we had on our roof the longest aerial you would ever see, if it had been there during the blitz the Germans would have probably of bombed the house thinking it was an Airbase the transmitter was that big. Anyhow as soon as Cindy came home all you could hear from her box room in the corner of the house was the sound similar to that of a cab firm. Who was she talking to, someone in America?, someone in Asia, no someone 10 doors down, how my Mum and Dad put up with the laziness I do not know! It would be a treat every now and again to talk on the speaker, thinking back now, the 80's was so good, but god there were'nt much to do.
Then there was my brother David the sibling that I grew up with the most because with lived with each other for the longest period of time, he would take me under his wing, even though he would get an immence amount of grief from his friends. More tomorrow about growing up with David and his friends, and making friends myself.
You stay classy
Matt.
So i left you with me about to grow up in the legendery house that was to hold so many great childhood and adult memories for me, my family, my extended family and any old person that would happen to enter the famous yellow door.....44 Brookfield Crescent, Mill Hill.
As you know there was Me, my brother David, sister Cindy, and eldest sister Tracey I also have another brother Mark who I believe lived with us when him and his wife Gina first got married, and of course my Ma and Pa Lena and Terry.
What can i say it was a very loving house but at the same time when you have brothers and sisters under the same roof as well as an Irish mother alot of shouting aswell, but love nether the less. Growing up i would try my upmost to irritate my older siblings, especially my two older brothers Mark and David and from what i am told manged that to a tee. One incident i remember a little was going through the living room through to the hall, through the kitchen, proceeding to the dining room back to the living room on a small trike while my adoring bro's were trying to watch the TV. Me being me I was most probably making the most irritating noise ever, think the sound of a fire engine, but made by an irritating little s**t. Anyway on about my 15th lap of the house I think this was starting to irritate my brothers so, Mark (citation needed) slammed the french doors that seperated the dining room and the living room shut just as I was proceeding through them. I dont believe Mark and David could of invisioned what would of happened as i came flying off the trike and through the glass, if you imagine Chucky from one of those films being flung across the room by one of of his victims. I was that Chucky because all i did was just get up, broken glass and all, not a mark. Many stories have come up over the years as my brothe tells me I was the demon child, the devil incarnate, I was just a major pain in arse!! One story iI have been told is a big Sunday roast was being prepared and while everyone was waiting for the meat to be cooked, what they did'nt know was that I had gone over and turned all the knobs of the cooker off, yes I was a true knob. I could tell you all the bad stories about stabbing the cusions with my Mums knitting needles or pulling the table cloth when all my mums lovely crystal was on the table, I believe that was the first time my then future sister in law had come round for dinner, it was either that time or the one with the cooker. Either way I think my brother was lucky she married him after she met me. So to all my sisters and brothers i apologise for all the hair pulling moments I gave you as a toddler.
Yes I was the youngest, so maybe I got away with alot, but hey what ya going to do.
It wasnt just me though, you had my brother Mark who was a true 70's hellraiser, he was a mod, and plastered the shed with dedication to David Bowie and was in a band called the Scandinavian roof jumpers, and as for the hair, well lets not get started on that. My sister Cindy...............
Cindy, Cindy, Cindy where do I start. Does anyone remember the 80's system of communication other than the telephone, yes thats right the C.B. You could see our house I believe from South London, because we had on our roof the longest aerial you would ever see, if it had been there during the blitz the Germans would have probably of bombed the house thinking it was an Airbase the transmitter was that big. Anyhow as soon as Cindy came home all you could hear from her box room in the corner of the house was the sound similar to that of a cab firm. Who was she talking to, someone in America?, someone in Asia, no someone 10 doors down, how my Mum and Dad put up with the laziness I do not know! It would be a treat every now and again to talk on the speaker, thinking back now, the 80's was so good, but god there were'nt much to do.
Then there was my brother David the sibling that I grew up with the most because with lived with each other for the longest period of time, he would take me under his wing, even though he would get an immence amount of grief from his friends. More tomorrow about growing up with David and his friends, and making friends myself.
You stay classy
Matt.
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