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Location: Phallicity, Ireland.
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» Siblings
Big Bro
He's ten years older than me, and was an independent teen, so we never got to know each other as brothers (and are still as distant as ever). That having been said, he's affected my life a lot more than i have his.
One of the problems in life he faces is a 15-year-old heroin addiction that needs an endless supply of money to feed. This led him to steal lots of things from lots of people; our grandmother, charity boxes, empty houses at Christmas, and of course my parents. I didn't get off scot-free even though a 17 year old lad generally doesn't have much to steal from.
But i did have one thing.
My grandfather, who died long ago in the sixties, played the violin, and no-one in my family thought very much of it, so it gathered dust in a spare room. I saw it one day as a young kid and asked could i learn to play it, having heard lots of stories about this great bloke and his fascinating life.
Fast forward twelve years and i'm pretty good at it. More than that, i felt it brought me close to a member of my family who wasn't shit (i'm on t'internets on christmas day instead of with them, and glad for it).
If, at the time, i had answered the QOTW about stuff you'd rescue from fire, this violin would be it. I'd answer in a heartbeat. Playing this old fiddle was my one escape from a world where i was an unlikeable awkward cunt.
So when my brother stole it and sold it for ten or twenty quid so he could shoot up on smack, it was about the most heartbreaking thing that had ever happened to me. I'd imagine it was in the same category as a pet you've had for more than a decade, that was just how much it meant to me.
3 years ago i discovered just exactly how much it was worth, too. Not in the Stradivarius league, but still in the many tens of thousands, not that it mattered.
He took a friend from me, not only in the beautiful music we made together, but in the closeness to my granddad i never met, while i played away alone in that house. I've not played the violin since.
He also took my commodore 64, 2 mobile phones, countless clothes and money... Don't let a junkie elicit sympathy from you, they are ill people who will do and say anything for the next fix. To have that kind of addiction you have to be a clever muggins.
RIP Grandad
(Fri 26th Dec 2008, 15:29, More)
Big Bro
He's ten years older than me, and was an independent teen, so we never got to know each other as brothers (and are still as distant as ever). That having been said, he's affected my life a lot more than i have his.
One of the problems in life he faces is a 15-year-old heroin addiction that needs an endless supply of money to feed. This led him to steal lots of things from lots of people; our grandmother, charity boxes, empty houses at Christmas, and of course my parents. I didn't get off scot-free even though a 17 year old lad generally doesn't have much to steal from.
But i did have one thing.
My grandfather, who died long ago in the sixties, played the violin, and no-one in my family thought very much of it, so it gathered dust in a spare room. I saw it one day as a young kid and asked could i learn to play it, having heard lots of stories about this great bloke and his fascinating life.
Fast forward twelve years and i'm pretty good at it. More than that, i felt it brought me close to a member of my family who wasn't shit (i'm on t'internets on christmas day instead of with them, and glad for it).
If, at the time, i had answered the QOTW about stuff you'd rescue from fire, this violin would be it. I'd answer in a heartbeat. Playing this old fiddle was my one escape from a world where i was an unlikeable awkward cunt.
So when my brother stole it and sold it for ten or twenty quid so he could shoot up on smack, it was about the most heartbreaking thing that had ever happened to me. I'd imagine it was in the same category as a pet you've had for more than a decade, that was just how much it meant to me.
3 years ago i discovered just exactly how much it was worth, too. Not in the Stradivarius league, but still in the many tens of thousands, not that it mattered.
He took a friend from me, not only in the beautiful music we made together, but in the closeness to my granddad i never met, while i played away alone in that house. I've not played the violin since.
He also took my commodore 64, 2 mobile phones, countless clothes and money... Don't let a junkie elicit sympathy from you, they are ill people who will do and say anything for the next fix. To have that kind of addiction you have to be a clever muggins.
RIP Grandad
(Fri 26th Dec 2008, 15:29, More)
» Pathological Liars
Favourite Quote
“A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies”
i said that first i did.
Lord Tennyson = thieving cunt
(Thu 29th Nov 2007, 15:10, More)
Favourite Quote
“A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies”
i said that first i did.
Lord Tennyson = thieving cunt
(Thu 29th Nov 2007, 15:10, More)
» Housemates
WE just evicted a guy
who annoyed us so much, we would spend most of the week back with our parents.
One of the gems he came up with: "Hair is made of fungus. Fungus that your body feeds".
It's not like living with a Karl Pilkington type, because this guy is so arrogant and self-assured that any attempt to disagree with him results in a childish tantrum.
When i disagreed with the hair/fungus bullshittery, i was told to mind my own business and fuck right off.
Despite at the time giving him a lift home on a busy motorway.
Despite 2 years of university-level biology.
And despite my mother owning a hair salon in which i worked for a year.
(Thu 26th Feb 2009, 13:36, More)
WE just evicted a guy
who annoyed us so much, we would spend most of the week back with our parents.
One of the gems he came up with: "Hair is made of fungus. Fungus that your body feeds".
It's not like living with a Karl Pilkington type, because this guy is so arrogant and self-assured that any attempt to disagree with him results in a childish tantrum.
When i disagreed with the hair/fungus bullshittery, i was told to mind my own business and fuck right off.
Despite at the time giving him a lift home on a busy motorway.
Despite 2 years of university-level biology.
And despite my mother owning a hair salon in which i worked for a year.
(Thu 26th Feb 2009, 13:36, More)
» Secret Santa
Our little group do Secret Santa
It started a couple of year ago when we were students, but an odd little friend of mine always gets me something.
She gets these really really bad presents, but they're so bad it gives you a little chuckle. Things like roller blades for a 6 year old that were in the bin outside a pound shop.
Last year she got me a few condoms and lube for free in the gay advice clinic we used to live above.
But the best/worst was a christmas when i was a few blissful months gone from a job in a certain fast food chain. What do i find in the card she made from office paper and a highlighter? Five euro worth of McDonalds gift vouchers. None of us, myself included, knew that such a thing existed.
Edit: For those who aren't aware that a euro is worth about as much as an open packet of crisps, 5 quid will not even get you a proper meal in the golden arches. Had to buy the drink on my ownio!
(Fri 15th Dec 2006, 15:25, More)
Our little group do Secret Santa
It started a couple of year ago when we were students, but an odd little friend of mine always gets me something.
She gets these really really bad presents, but they're so bad it gives you a little chuckle. Things like roller blades for a 6 year old that were in the bin outside a pound shop.
Last year she got me a few condoms and lube for free in the gay advice clinic we used to live above.
But the best/worst was a christmas when i was a few blissful months gone from a job in a certain fast food chain. What do i find in the card she made from office paper and a highlighter? Five euro worth of McDonalds gift vouchers. None of us, myself included, knew that such a thing existed.
Edit: For those who aren't aware that a euro is worth about as much as an open packet of crisps, 5 quid will not even get you a proper meal in the golden arches. Had to buy the drink on my ownio!
(Fri 15th Dec 2006, 15:25, More)