Stuart Briggs

I have a broken toe, fracture probably. To start with a photo…

The background is the car MOT which crawled through yesterday! It is 20 years old, it keeps me going, about 1200 miles per year. So here it is…

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So, what is the point of this post? I go through fazes which seem to be ever more frequent? as in I hardly write on here yet I have loads to write, some really funny stuff from many years ago, will try avoid some of the doom and gloom stuff.

That toe first started giving me problems in 1976 when David Nash stamped on my left foot, it hurt though thought nothing about it, long story short the toe started growing wrong. 1980’s arrive, I had to have the nail removed numerous times. It still did not cure, the nail carried on growing almost under the bone.

So, by 1994 the bone IP? joint had become none functional and would not move, the toe IP joint itself would hardly move, very painful. The medics decided it needed fusing of which they said should stop or slow the growth problem, which by then was severe arthritis.

The hospital was the Woodhouse Grove hospital at Apperley Bridge, back then I went in Friday and came out the following Wednesday. Two metal poles were inserted, I remember waking up and in the short period The Who were on a beach singing ‘I Can See For Miles’ I got wheeled back to my bed and started reading the Bible, bonkers.

When I went for the metal inserts removing a medic at hospital came with pliers. I looked and mentioned I hope he was not going to use them, he didnt, he went and came back with a brand new set and pulled them out, looked like a fountain!

The reason why my toe is currently fractured, well I might mention another time, I have been stupid.

Just a short song from quite some time ago that I had forgotten about.

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.

It says.

Well I renewed my site for another three years after coming very close to letting it go. Almost 20 years of content, some funny, some quizzes, some music, poems, writing, almost everything about my life, from the deepest lows to some very nice peaks.

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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.