Stuart Briggs

There is only Me, Myself and I, erm…

The other night, I got home then went to bed, next thing I knew some bloke had followed me, I tried punching him, tried harder then ran up the stairs, he followed, I turned round and started to kick as hard as possible, I grabbed the banister and launched with both feet and ended on the floor. I dont have stairs so climbed back into bed.

You know, someone local, he seems to deliberately wind me up and enjoy it. A few times he has stood next to me then starts harping on about small issues he finds terribly problematic while touring Europe in his van for most of the year.

I do move a way from him, he once followed me to a table when I did not want to speak with him, I ended up annoyingly and loud telling him to fuck off. The other night he came and stood next to me, stupid me just stood there until I had to tell him loudly again to fuck off and not to talk to me ever again.

Why do these folks do this? Its like they enjoy agitating people? They are Cunts.

I still cant be arsed.

Well, decided I must try and get on with the site again, it’s like having a great dream then waking up depressed, so maybe write about the dreams, potentially in detail? Though the site needs loads of tidying up.

Well obviously I no longer post much on here. This site is approaching 20 years old, it has covered so much of my life and by the time I’m 60 I hoped my posting would have increased for the better.

Anyways, thought I would try something different. Last week I joined Tinder, paid about £20 for a month, put in the age range of 50 – 62. It seems pretty much most of the women were asking to meet fellas with own home and own car, I do have a little 18 year old Suzuki, works well for me and to get me out and about. They also say must enjoy travelling – the world and be solvent – very, I have never sniffed glue, whats that all about. Needless to say I deleted the membership after about 5 days.

I found it quite depressing, I have two wonderful successful sons and absolutely nothing else to show for my life apart from Sarcoidosis and my mental health issues. I’ve been trying to get back into doing music and writing though I find it’s a very lonely place though still trying to.

July 27th I am 60 years old, I were thinking about a party though I have decided against this, in fact reaching 60 does not interest me at all, for those who say put things into perspective, I leave that to DaVinci.

What to say, well it’s all been pretty much the same in the village named Earth, utter bollocks isn’t it.

After four days in bed, it is one of the worse attacks I have had, they seem to get worse as I get older, illness and death are not a competition, physical problems and mental issues, it is not a competition so for me it is not about putting anything into ‘perspective’ leave that to DaVinci.

In the year 2024 I am 60, July, 27th to be spot on, born in a leap year, life has had some incredible leaps so if I reach that birthday I am going to have a party, if I don’t then I hope there will still be a party…

Onwards, again.

Started on some more heart and blood meds, have to take at night. Super tired when I get up but they seem to help my heart as it seemed to work too hard pumping the blood around. Thing is, when in my sleep my heart does stop, along with my breathing (sleep apnea) I have been treated for it and have the mask and machine I can wear if I wanted to. Though my body restarts itself when I cough and then happen to breath deeply.

Eventually this wont happen, I am more than ready, anyways time for breakfast…

This is the most up to date capture of me, myself and I. The realisation is that I think I have hit a late midlife crises. I got rid of all my home mirrors, I rarely let any kind of ‘shots’ be taken of me, I only see myself in a pub mirror. Below, Royal Air Force 1983…

And so I am sharing, this year I have spent so much time in bed, I must avoid becoming a reclusive hermit again. The bearded photo were taken by a top friend who I met about five years or so ago and I must remind myself I have actually come a long way within that time.

So, I am 59 July 27th, I’m giving myself some kind of agenda to target (I dont do plans as plans can fail, agendas can be worked through), by the time of my 60th I am going to try get something creative published.

On this site I have some great stuff, as mentioned before, and maybe try actually do something with it plus the new ‘stuff’ I am thinking out loud about.

Mind you, I have bought new jumpers, shirts, socks. shoes, coats, jackets and my favorites, lots of hats, though I hate folks trying to touch and lift them off, not good.