Who remembers Fighting Fantasy gamebooks by Steve Jackson and Ian Livingstone? The original story The Warlock Of Firetop Mountain gets a 21st century makeover, and YOU can get a slice of the action!!!
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Came across this photo today of the great man himself. Turns out it is the last photo of Freddie Mercury before he passed away almost 24 years ago. Maybe that’s Delilah standing next to him?
Brings it all home that we aren’t here forever. I hit the big 40 next year and cannot believe how quickly the last 20 years have rolled by. Queen are my all time favourite band and have been since I was a kid. Although I haven’t followed any of their stuff since Greatest Hits 3. Any non Fred content just isn’t Queen in my eyes.
Here’s to you Mr Bulsara!
Had a nice Saturday afternoon following a half day at work. Was hoping one of the three Fighting Fantasy books I ordered had turned up but still no sign yet. However my Xmas shopping has started to arrive. Apologies to nieces and nephews, its great nieces and nephews turns for the better presents. Well let’s face it, Xmas is a magical time for kids. That magic died for me back in the mid 80s when I was about 10. Even though I am an atheist and feel slightly hypocritical sending presents, I don’t ask for anything in return. It is a Christian celebration after all. Commercialised by the power of media and the greed of excessive consumerism. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a bit of that and corrupt as the next guy, but it should be a different day for the non church attenders.
Why the hell am I ranting? Have a great day everyone! 😀
Been thinking about all the mistakes I’ve made in life. Not just the adult ones but also the mistakes from year dot. Been weighing up what sort of kid I was. I was bullied but in the cold light of day I also bullied. Maybe to tilt the balance as I wouldn’t say I was genuinely evil at heart and not sure anyone else would. My kind of bullying was more winding up than physical assault. There was a few occasions where I ended up hurting people physically but these were never intentional, just pranks or reactions that went wrong. If I could relive life these are the things I would prevent.Mel, Craig, Daryl, Emma. My apologies to you all I will carry the guilt to my grave.
However, life never gave me many great breaks. People often say its a kop out when you blame somebody else but I largely hold my mother responsible as she brought me up. Seemed to be living some twisted 1940s role play all through the eighties. She wouldn’t go out to work and would rather live of a tiny child benefit. Surely that was to be used for the child right? Clues in the title. Mind you , she screwed her daughters out of inheritances so why not me out of child maintenance. She screwed up my chance of going to college, and also threatened to get rid of my dog if I moved back to Kent. Also stung me for the final years Council Tax bill on the house I grew up in.
When I finally did manage to get away at age 23, I’d become Gill’s house share. The first couple of years were alright, but in hindsight Gill and many of the people I socialised with through her did my self confidence much good. The very soonest I should have moved out (although I shouldn’t have moved in with her in the first place) was 2003. She was the type of person would would press you in to taking her advice. If it went ok she would take all the credit, if it didn’t she wouldn’t even say ‘sorry’ but give you the old “You have your own mind its not my problem” routine. Then of course in 2005 she went back to work after many years benefit grasping. It was like she was the only person that had ever worked. It would take her 25 minutes to tell a five minute anecdote of that days labour. (Yes, I timed it) Even her own friends and family stopped visiting as much as she just became so boring to speak to.
Eventually the time would come to move out of Birchwood Avenue. That’s the night I knew I had to move away from Gill. The new house on Abingdon Avenue would have a few extra rooms. As a keen gardener I mentioned this night that I would love to keep some house plants in the conservatory. Under her breath I heard her mutter “you fucking wont”. I asked ‘What?’ and she shook her head in denial she had spoke. I knew for certain I…or rather my income… was simply being used to keep her living independently. I worked every last bit of overtime I could to get the debts her ‘career advice’ put me in paid off. It would take four years before I could make this move by which time tolerance was at breaking point. I was paying for half a house and was confined to two tiny rooms, one of which she hijacked for her friend to stay in and even having the nerve to unplug Ramona’s vivarium for a full week to get a bed in there. (I know she also let guests sleep in my bed when I wasn’t there. I was angry beyond angry…my sister bought me that bed from new)
So here I am… now living in a lodge style house I could never have dreamed of living in… at the same price, with 2 lovely large rooms of my own, a cellar, scullery, pantry etc. It’s like Cluedo lol. The guys I share with can get quite loud but I don’t mind, because not once have they tried to encroach my agreed living space, nor have I been made to feel bad in myself, ugly or taken for granted. Real friends that help get me by. As long as this continues, I am a happy Jam indeed.
Here’s some Doctor Who memes I’ve knocked up. Share and retweet 😀
Well here we go again. Fourth move in 25 months. However this new house is only opposite our current location so no need to worry on transport here. Hadrian is coming in as third paying Tennant, and the house itself is very Cluedo style. Built in 1870, it boasts many rooms including a scullery and cellar. Its very spacey and better still my bedroom isn’t adjoined. Just need to work out where everything’s going to go now in the rooms I’ve been delegated. There’s a slight worry on privacy too as the second living room door doesn’t shut flush. Got till Sunday to get things just right (photo courtesy of Becky)
Classiest place we could ever live this side of the poverty line. Just goes to show what friends can have when they unite with a little team work.