Getting to bed is getting harder by the day
Good Morning Readers It's Sunday the 20 something of August.
Your friendly retard here with all the latest news and gossip from Amsterdam and Amsterdam Escape.
The headlines
Mothership has just flown the buildings to attend the last Morrissey concert in Belguim. After 5 months of following Morrissey all around Europe this is the end, the last gig. She has now seen him in Ireland twice, London, Iceland, Rome, Milan, Venice, Amsterdam twice, Budapest and now Belguim. I know I am missing a few others but I just cannot keep track of all her fllying about. A real jet setter Mothership has become.
The lowlines.
Weather today will be shit with a capital S.
In other news just in. Nieuwmarkt square is gearing up for another day of noise and mass crowds but looking at the sky the bands might end up just playing with themselves (by themselves) as it looks like a storm is on the way.
They are on stage now testing testing testing as I type, bells are ringing, birds are singing and crowds are arriving . Bong, Bong it's 12.00 noon.
Time for my 1st joint of the day.
Again today I have been drafted onto the cleaning team as our Polish cleaner Anna has departed for colder climates in Russia. Good look Anna, you'll need it.
Five apartments to clean today and just me, Roxy and RL69 (Both from Romania) RL69 is alias for Kruger a 6 feet 4inch crazy Romanian from Transylvania who escaped after doing 3 years for smoking a joint. Roxy is a sex goddess, a more beautiful girl would be hard to find and with a body you would kill for and as for the rest of her, always happy, always with a smile on her face. 100% perfection. Problem I have with her is everytime I see her my trousers start to bulge.
So just the three of us to clean 5 apartments. Well it's that time. Got to go and scrub. See you later readers.
Signing off -- 12.14 - More later after clean.
16.56
I'm back. Dirtier than I was before. One problem I have had my entire life is keeping my good clothes good. I have never shown respect for clothes or shoes. Only last week I bought a nice pair of trousers in Iceland and now after todays cleaning jobs they are covered in bleach. Another pair bites the dust.
As for shoes I never open laces and break the backs of every pair I buy. "It only takes a second to open them" Motherhip has been informing me of this for years. But it's the time delay and the waste of 30 seconds every time I have to try untie the messes my laces seem to get themselves into. but only 2.2 seconds with the backs broken to kick them straight off. I get this from my father also a professional retard of the highest order.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We are counting down the hours for the return of Giuseppe. He arrives Schipol 7pm tomorrow night. Windows are being boarded up, gates chained, window locks fitted and we are just putting the oil on to boil. I think we are all set.
ACTION STATIONS
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Just had a crazy down pour of rain. 1000's ran for cover from Nieuwmarkt Square but it's dry again and the music is back on.
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GETTING TO BED
Since I was born I was a late night person. Bed and Sleep never meant much to me. If there was anything else at all to do I would do it rather than go to bed and sleep, I would watch paint dry rather than go to bed. And because of this I have found myself waking up in all sorts of strange places, missing stops on trains, buses, planes. On a trip to Bangkok with three of my mates we arrived at the airort, checked in. The place was packed and very few seats were available. I had not slept in three days , sniffing speed to stay awake as I was trying to catch up in work. I went looking for a seat and found one, sat down and fell straight to sleep. I woke up hours later and wondered where my friends where. I went back to the gate but the flight had left hours ago. Two of my friends turned up and told me I had caused the airline endless hassle. They had to find and remove our bags. They had made many announcements over the intercom system but I heard nothing. Donnacha my other friend had decided to stay on the flight but when he arrived he had no money and I had all the hotel details. He stayed in Bangkok airport waiting for us to arrive 12 hours later. They let us on the next flight which left in 10 hours so we had 10 hours to kill.
My Dublin friend Dean went on a stealing spree, 3 pairs of sunglasses (Designer), 3 watches (Swatch). My other friend complained he did not like the pair he was given so Dean went back in and stole a pair he did like. Just killing time until our flight.
I can sleep anywhere, even standing up. I guess I would need to sleep for a few years to catch up on all my missed sleep. I once fell asleep standing against a lamp post only to be woken up by Mothership, as usual.
I often woke up ( a few times a week) still in my clothes having fallen asleep sitting in one of my many bean bags I would then shower and go to work usually with the pattern of the cordroy bean bag all over my face. Work collogues would laugh " Another bean bag night Robbie". My house had NO furniture in it at all. I never liked normal furniture, chests of drawers, sofas or wardrobes and such like. I only ever got built in stuff so there would be no gaps. I hate gaps in anything. MIND THE GAP!.
When I would poster rooms with my huge collection of film posters I would spend hours finding the smallest picture to fill in the smallest gap.
I guess I just hate going to bed incase I might miss something. Am I crazy or just plain nuts?.
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7pm - BELLS ARE RINGING and drums are drumming.
Best go off and try cook myself something to eat. With Mothership not around a retard could starve very quickly.
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Brendan, Emmett and myself are taking the night off and are going to the movies. SUperman. While Motherships away the crew will play so they say.
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Time for a joint I guess.
See you all later.
Robbie Retard
The Hungriest Retard in four counties
Characterized by or expressing hunger or craving: hungry eyes. best go eat something before I turn cannibal and eat meself. Any animal that eats its own kind
Over and Out
Your friendly retard here with all the latest news and gossip from Amsterdam and Amsterdam Escape.
The headlines
Mothership has just flown the buildings to attend the last Morrissey concert in Belguim. After 5 months of following Morrissey all around Europe this is the end, the last gig. She has now seen him in Ireland twice, London, Iceland, Rome, Milan, Venice, Amsterdam twice, Budapest and now Belguim. I know I am missing a few others but I just cannot keep track of all her fllying about. A real jet setter Mothership has become.
The lowlines.
Weather today will be shit with a capital S.
In other news just in. Nieuwmarkt square is gearing up for another day of noise and mass crowds but looking at the sky the bands might end up just playing with themselves (by themselves) as it looks like a storm is on the way.
They are on stage now testing testing testing as I type, bells are ringing, birds are singing and crowds are arriving . Bong, Bong it's 12.00 noon.
Time for my 1st joint of the day.
Again today I have been drafted onto the cleaning team as our Polish cleaner Anna has departed for colder climates in Russia. Good look Anna, you'll need it.
Five apartments to clean today and just me, Roxy and RL69 (Both from Romania) RL69 is alias for Kruger a 6 feet 4inch crazy Romanian from Transylvania who escaped after doing 3 years for smoking a joint. Roxy is a sex goddess, a more beautiful girl would be hard to find and with a body you would kill for and as for the rest of her, always happy, always with a smile on her face. 100% perfection. Problem I have with her is everytime I see her my trousers start to bulge.
So just the three of us to clean 5 apartments. Well it's that time. Got to go and scrub. See you later readers.
Signing off -- 12.14 - More later after clean.
16.56
I'm back. Dirtier than I was before. One problem I have had my entire life is keeping my good clothes good. I have never shown respect for clothes or shoes. Only last week I bought a nice pair of trousers in Iceland and now after todays cleaning jobs they are covered in bleach. Another pair bites the dust.
As for shoes I never open laces and break the backs of every pair I buy. "It only takes a second to open them" Motherhip has been informing me of this for years. But it's the time delay and the waste of 30 seconds every time I have to try untie the messes my laces seem to get themselves into. but only 2.2 seconds with the backs broken to kick them straight off. I get this from my father also a professional retard of the highest order.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We are counting down the hours for the return of Giuseppe. He arrives Schipol 7pm tomorrow night. Windows are being boarded up, gates chained, window locks fitted and we are just putting the oil on to boil. I think we are all set.
ACTION STATIONS
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Just had a crazy down pour of rain. 1000's ran for cover from Nieuwmarkt Square but it's dry again and the music is back on.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
GETTING TO BED
Since I was born I was a late night person. Bed and Sleep never meant much to me. If there was anything else at all to do I would do it rather than go to bed and sleep, I would watch paint dry rather than go to bed. And because of this I have found myself waking up in all sorts of strange places, missing stops on trains, buses, planes. On a trip to Bangkok with three of my mates we arrived at the airort, checked in. The place was packed and very few seats were available. I had not slept in three days , sniffing speed to stay awake as I was trying to catch up in work. I went looking for a seat and found one, sat down and fell straight to sleep. I woke up hours later and wondered where my friends where. I went back to the gate but the flight had left hours ago. Two of my friends turned up and told me I had caused the airline endless hassle. They had to find and remove our bags. They had made many announcements over the intercom system but I heard nothing. Donnacha my other friend had decided to stay on the flight but when he arrived he had no money and I had all the hotel details. He stayed in Bangkok airport waiting for us to arrive 12 hours later. They let us on the next flight which left in 10 hours so we had 10 hours to kill.
My Dublin friend Dean went on a stealing spree, 3 pairs of sunglasses (Designer), 3 watches (Swatch). My other friend complained he did not like the pair he was given so Dean went back in and stole a pair he did like. Just killing time until our flight.
I can sleep anywhere, even standing up. I guess I would need to sleep for a few years to catch up on all my missed sleep. I once fell asleep standing against a lamp post only to be woken up by Mothership, as usual.
I often woke up ( a few times a week) still in my clothes having fallen asleep sitting in one of my many bean bags I would then shower and go to work usually with the pattern of the cordroy bean bag all over my face. Work collogues would laugh " Another bean bag night Robbie". My house had NO furniture in it at all. I never liked normal furniture, chests of drawers, sofas or wardrobes and such like. I only ever got built in stuff so there would be no gaps. I hate gaps in anything. MIND THE GAP!.
When I would poster rooms with my huge collection of film posters I would spend hours finding the smallest picture to fill in the smallest gap.
I guess I just hate going to bed incase I might miss something. Am I crazy or just plain nuts?.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
7pm - BELLS ARE RINGING and drums are drumming.
Best go off and try cook myself something to eat. With Mothership not around a retard could starve very quickly.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Brendan, Emmett and myself are taking the night off and are going to the movies. SUperman. While Motherships away the crew will play so they say.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Time for a joint I guess.
See you all later.
Robbie Retard
The Hungriest Retard in four counties
Characterized by or expressing hunger or craving: hungry eyes. best go eat something before I turn cannibal and eat meself. Any animal that eats its own kind
Over and Out
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