So tomorrow is a new day, a new horizon.
Not going to bring many treasures, the arrival of my parents,
returning from a weekend of the luxuries of camping.
Fun times indeed. Last night was event full,
Crewe sure delivered its surprises.
Today I realised that mending bridges and keeping your friends close
is the best way to tackle this so called "life".
To be fair though, I couldn't ask for a better bunch of friends.
Some I can rely on for company, others advice.
Never the less the combination of the two creates the
foundations upon which I am able to thrive.
Help is at hand whenever I hit a tough spot, when I hit a
hurdle they provide me with a step to aid my accent.
When I'm down, company is but a phone call away.
This is all a man needs. Honestly. The perfect
relationship is a dream of mine.
But the proof of the pudding is the word friend is a reality.
At the end of the day I think a systematic
approach to things will prove to be superior.
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One thing I need to slip in here, is my hate for Laptop Chargers.
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Back to the deep stuff. My mates brothers birthday tomorrow.
He's ruddy ten!
Apparently running round bragging about hes arrival into the
double digit crew.
Oh How I remember those days.
Running down the stairs at 6 am in the morning,
greeted by the smiling faces of the family,
Balloons in every colour imaginable.
Where did all my energy go.
Christ I didn't even get up till gone 8 this this Christmas just gone.
Its crazy. The age of ten I would be up at 3 in the morning,
rummaging around in my stocking looking at the goodies.
Sneaking in a cheeky chocolate.
Most of you will be like, Ash,
your only 17 what are you complaining about...
But honestly I'm immensely afraid I feel
like my childhood has been robbed.
You know that saying... "Time flies when your having fun"
well what a load of bull.
The past 7 years of my life have been nothing of the fun sort,
yet the years have racked up fast as.
5 months time I will be able to legally drink and buy cigarettes, fun.
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Thing is though. Fun costs. No job, No money, No fun. I see a patern emerging here.
When I was young I would sit my arse on my little push bike
and pedal like mad until I reached the local park.
I would swing along, spin along, climb,
dig in the dirt and general mess about
And I would class it as the "best day of my life"
I would knock on every joe bloggs' door
ask them if they were "playing out".
Life was fun, care free. Now though,
and I hate to sound hard done to,
But I, and indeed my entire generation have been plunged
right into the deep end of a global recession.
Jobs are a rarity therefor money is tight.
No money, no fun.
Life's no fun.
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