Technically she is allergic to the bloody things, which to me is as good enough a reason as any, but since we've moved to the house in Erskine back in 2006, we've found the cats to be going to the toilet (both 1&2s) around the house. We thought it was them adjusting, which was fine, but it's been two years now. For a good year now I've put up with the same complaints and moans about her having to clean it up, getting to her whits end, how she cleans it up to prevent her partner from finding out and starting arguments about it. Seriously, just get rid of the cats. I love them dearly, and I would miss them for sure, but man, just get rid of them if they can't adjust. It would be better for the cat and the house.
Well apparently she contacted the local Cat Protection league who deals with re-homing and there is a list of 156 cats waiting to be taken, so they can't take on any more.
It has now got to the stage where mum is thinking about putting the offending cat down and keeping the one that goes outside for her business. I think that's bang out of order myself, but what can I do. it just pisses me off. I just wish she would make a bloody decision. I really can't wait to move out so I don't need to deal with her shite anymore. (excuse the pun)
Anyway, I'm home ranting after my 2nd day back at work and it sucks. Same old shite. I need to move on, but can I be bothered looking? Can I afford to look? Not really. I need to get my finances sorted, I need to find a new flat, I need to do this, I need to pay for that. It never bloody ends. I hate the moods I get in now a days, for no fucking reason what so ever.
So, on to something a little more cheery. I had a good couple of weeks off. As I mentioned, Sarah was off also, which was great. We got to spend some proper time together. We didn't really get up to a huge amount, which she mentioned a couple of times she felt she was wasting her holiday, but I hope she enjoyed it all the same. I just enjoyed chilling out, watching movies etc. I feel refreshed in a sense. I guess haha!
Bloodstock was amazing though! Man, I met so many cool people this year, the weather held out (except for the nights, when it lashed down) and the bands I wanted to see were great. I missed Soulfly, which I'm not really bothered about, but I heard they were amazing, so I was a bit gutted. Alestorm were a big disappointment though. Really didn't hold there own in my opinion. Opeth, Destruction, Kataklysm, Eluveitie, Akercocke, Iced Earth, Napalm Death and The Berzerker were all awesome, however, the big shocker for me was At the Gates. Now I had never heard an At the Gates track in my life, but I was aware it was there only and last UK date for the reunion, so I checked them out. FUCKING HELL, THEY ARE AMAZING! One of the best live bands I have ever seen. I have since D/L all there stuff and I fucking love it. LOVE EET!
The festival itself was much bigger this year. They sorted out the toilet fiasco from last year which was great, they even had showers, not that I used them, but it was good to know. However, they had a couple of bullshit rules. We were only allowed the equivelent of 1 crate of beer in with us. Now in the UK, the biggest crate you can ge tis 24 cans, which was fine, so I smuggled one crate of 12 in my bag and another crate of 12 with a bottle of jack and coke I carried in. So, although the rule was stupid, it was easy to bend seeing they didn't check bags. However, one of my friends tried to get through with two crates of 12 (equaling 24) only to be told he would need to empty one crate into a plastic bag, but he was allowed to take the 24 cans, just not in TWO crates, due to the ONE crate rule. Madness.
Which moves me on to my next niggle. The BBQ/Stove rule. On the tickets there was a rule stating that BBQs were to be used in the designated BBQ area. Bullshit, i know, but I had a gas stove, so I thought could that anywhere, but no, that counted as a BBQ (for some stupid reason). Fine we thought, stupid rule, but fine. However, again, we got to the gate and they weren't allowing gas what so ever. Fuck. That's me buggered for the weekend then. But no, as they weren't checking bags, so my mate smuggled the stove in and I smuggled the gas, and we cooked in secret near our tents. Bastards.
What gets me the most is that these rules were not explaing properly, so unlike myself who checked the forum, there were thousands of people who got stuck as they only went by a few rules on the back of the ticket. I hope they ditch these rules next year, they are really un-needed, and took a bit of the atmosphere away, which was a shame really. But still, all in all, I had a fucking great weekend.
Here are some pics.
(The pick of the bunch)
I only have one major "festival" planned for later this year, and it's a one day affair down in Leeds. I happen to know the chap that puts it on, and he really has out done himself. Just take a look.
So apart from that, I have some family coming over from Canada tomorrow, so that will be good to see them. I remember writing a blog on Myspace saying those that are coming over are my favourite aunt and uncle. Well, needless to say, my other uncle saw this and decided to comment about it (first contact in years by the way), which I promptly told him to fuck off about it, so the family reunion that Sarah and I are attending up north, which coincides with my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary, will be interesting. I'm looking forward to it though. There are a lot of people I haven't seen in years who are going, so it'll be cool to see the reaction when they see a hairy, tattooed 22 year old walk through the door. Good times. Means Sarah and I get to abuse the free bar and have a cheeky night in a swanky hotel. It really looks gorgeous. It happens to be a Clan Gordon family estate, so it's almost like going "home" for me haha!
I'll be sure to take some pics.
That's really about it to be honest. All the other stuff is rubbish. I never did get why I thought what I want to buy is interesting to others, but never mind.
Laters people.
P.S. I forgot to mention I'm on a Julia Stiles binge...
I'm not usually a puddings sort of person, either.