Plodding Down to Hades - Anno 2003

By River Rascal

Diaries of a London party animal. Chem-lover and No 1 Christopher Hichens fan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781291938548

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Plodding Down to Hades - Anno 2003

Plodding down to Hades -

ANNO 2003

By River Rascal

Living life according to the philosophy of Chistopher Hitchens

Copyright © 2014, River Rascal

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ISBN: 978-1-291-93854-8

ANNO 2003

Wednesday 1st January

Well, it was a great party last night! Had quite a few beers. Slept ok. Woke up. I had breakfast. I kept running to the toilet. Rested. Then I went to get some lunch and watched telly. Rested the whole day. Nobody rang. I felt a bit lonely and miserable. Was a little bit on internet and slept. Later I watched Billy Elliot on telly and cried my eyes out. Also watched The Office.

Thursday 2nd January

Slept so so. Woke up four times in the middle of the night! Went to get breakfast. Got ready and went to the gym. I enjoyed it. Almost managed a proper workout! Then home. Felt a lot better. Cleaned the flat. Rang mom. That was great. I slept a little. Watched news. Antonio came. I cooked us dinner. We watched A Little Voice. I was crying. Upset and feeling sorry for myself. I got the feeling that it is finally over. Antonio was distant. Well, shit happens. I just want to get better. So that made me feel even more upset! I don’t think I will ask him over again.

Friday 3rd January

I slept badly. Woke up. Breakfast. Gym. I loved it. Really pushed myself. Home. My stomach started to work. I decided to go out. Rested. Then in the evening I started to get ready to go out. But I felt exhausted. I put on my leather gear but for some reason I felt shattered. Absolutely shattered. So I took of the gear and went to bed instead. Read some Spanish.

Saturday 4th January

Couldn’t sleep well. After breakfast I went to the gym. But felt really drained. Then back home. Chris rang. Rested. Was on internet. Nobody is interested in me anymore! Then I slowly started to get ready. Wasn’t still sure whether to go to Hoist or White Swan! I decided to go to the latter. It was freezing outside. But I had such a good time inside the club. Nobody was interested but I still enjoyed it. This one lad came to talk to me and he is nice. Then I saw two lads from the gym. The other said hello. He was wearing skin tight leopard top. Looked ridiculous! There really wasn’t anyone I fancied. Nobody! So in the end I took the bus back home.

Sunday 5th January

Slept ok. Woke up and went to buy breakfast. Tesco had a sale and I bought a lot of sandwiches! Rested. Antonio rang. My stomach was a mess. Painful. I was really upset. Watched some telly. Couldn’t eat anything because of the pain. Watched My Best Friends Wedding. It was boring shit. I went to bed early. Was reading Spanish. Wanting to learn the lingo. I couldn’t sleep. Woke up 6 times during the night. In the end managed some sleep.

Monday 6th January

It was really difficult to wake up. Got ready and went to work. I had a long chat with Ann and that made me feel a lot better. Heard that one of the messengers had died. We were all devastated. Horrible day. Everything! I was waiting for a phone call. Rick rang. Then I walked slowly back home. Stopped at Boots and bought lots of meds. My stomach started to work in the end. Antonio came. We had a good time.

Tuesday 7th January

I slept badly. Kept waking up and running to the toilet all night. Got to work. I felt uncomfortable. Still no time in the hospital. I was upset. It was ok day at work. But I was upset all day. After work, I walked slowly back home. I couldn’t do anything. Slept. Watched telly. Went to bed again. Managed to sleep a little. Saw weird dreams.

Wednesday 8th January

Woke up and it was almost impossible to get out of bed. It was snowing and looked absolutely beautiful. Loved walking to work in heavy snow storm! Magical. Stunning. I felt a lot better in the office. It was snowing the whole morning. Antonio rang.  After work I went to the gym. But couldn’t do the workout because I had left my gym gear home! So had to take the bus back. Antonio came. That was nice and cheered me up. But my tummy was still not well and I had to go to bed early.

Thursday 9th January

I was so tired. But I kept waking up. Saw weird dreams. Got up. Had breakfast and cleaned the flat. Then to gym. I was upset. Work. I got a message from my doctor. I got an appointment. That is brilliant. My stomach was really uncomfortable. I also had problems with PPP regarding my operation. I started to cry. My doctor rang back to me to tell that I should just go ahead with it. He said the PPP had also insulted him! He is one of the best in the field. It was really busy at work. Afterwards I walked home. And collapsed in bed.  Slept really badly.

Friday 10th January

Today my stomach was really funny. Half working. Half not. At work I rang into one of the secretaries and she was also complaining about the PPP. I felt really uncomfortable all day. Antonio rang. The day was quiet and was dragging. I was upset. Walked home. Couldn’t do much. Rested. Rang 1471 and realised that somebody is still calling me. Excuse me?? Went to bed.

Saturday 11th January

I kept waking up. Again. Anyway, I had some breakfast. Rang Ann and everybody. Decided to meet up with Ann and her hubby in The George. I love that pub. Got ready and went there. We had a great chat and drank quite a few pints! It was brilliant fun. Then I started to feel a little sorry for myself. Then walked home. Went straight to bed and felt drunk. I tried to sleep. Impossible. Kept waking up and feeling awful. The night was dragging. Finally early in the morning I managed to get some sleep. Bad sleep.

Sunday 12th January

I was launching around till 12.00 o’clock. Then went to the gym. Enjoyed it. Then home. Had lunch. Rang Chris. And Antonio. My stomach was working ok. Kept running again to the toilet. And felt absolutely shattered. Watched Antiques Roadshow. Cleaned some clothes. And decided to go to bed. Was too tired to do anything. Tried to learn some Spanish but only managed 2 pages. Till I fell asleep. I slept restlessly. Most of the night I kept waking up and thinking. Mind was racing.

Monday 13th January

This whole morning I was waiting nervously if I will have to go to another operation. Which I don’t want. Rick rang. I was scared. I could only work only half a day. Walked home. Went to bed. Actually I collapsed. Rested and kept running to the toilet. To no avail. Then Antonio came. We had fruit juice and it was heavenly. He made me feel a lot better. I was too tired to be nervous.

Tuesday 14th January

I got up early. Rushed to St George’s Hospital in South London. St James Wing for X-rays. It was so emotional to back there. Wanted to cry. They did the operation. I started to cry. Then they kicked me out. Got home. Exhausted. Collapsed in bed. Ate. Rested. Watched telly. Rested and went to bed

Wednesday 15th January

I was absolutely shattered in the morning. Rang work to say that I was staying in bed. I felt miserable cause of the tummy. It was not working. I went to the gym. Then home. Ate. Rested. And watched telly. Tired. Unhappy. Rick rang. Antonio came. He me feel a lot better. We went to bed. I managed to sleep a bit but kept waking up.

Thursday 16th January

What a horrible year it has been so far. I couldn’t go to work because of the pains. I felt devastated. Ann rang. I went to Tesco to buy something to eat. Cleaned the kitchen. Rested. Stomach was funny. Antonio rang. My doctor rang and told me to go back to St George’s on Monday. I was really upset about the whole fucking thing. I watched Rough Trader with that sexy biker. Went to bed. Slept a little and kept waking up. Shattered.

Friday 17th January

Got up and got ready to go to work. First I felt a bit better and then later worse. Mom rang. It was raining cats and dogs. Sometimes I felt better and sometimes awful. It was nice to back at work. Then walked home. Ate a little and rested. Watched a little telly. I was aching. All my muscles. And I was upset. Went to bed at 9.00. I kept waking up again and falling asleep.

Saturday 18th January

Saw weird dreams. About my mad Finnish friends. Woke up. Then had some breakfast. Gym. Checked my weight. I was in a shock. I have lost over 5 kilos. Shocking. Want to Sainsbury’s to get lunch. Saw this stunning biker there. I almost fell over. And that made me feel even more sorry for myself and thinking that I will not ever find anybody. I felt lonely. Tired. I felt like nobody loves