Wednesday, November 19, 2008

IT COMES AND GOES IN THREES






WELL, WHILE 3 MAYBE THE MAGIC NUMBER, AND ALLEDGEDLY HAS ALL SORTS OF MAD COSMIC INCLINATIONS, BAD LUCK UNFORTUNATELY LIKES TO COME IN THREE'S TO, AS I FOUND OUT FIRST HAND THESE LAST COUPLEA WEEKS. 

FIRST UP, WE CRASHED OUR SKI 'RAMBO', WHO WAS LIVING UP TO HIS NAME GETTING CAUGHT INSIDE THE ROCKS AT AILEENS. THOMAS CORPSEY BLAIR ROBINSON TRIED TO AIR THE THING OVER A HUGE PLATFORM OF ROCK IN THE MIDST OF A LOAD OF WHITEWATER, WHICH INEVITABLY LEFT RAMBI BROKEN BUT THANKFULLY NOT BEATEN. THE DAMAGE MEANT WE HAD TO SPEND THE FOLLOWING THREE DAYS PATCHING THE HULL AND REBUILDING RAMS NOSE WITH FIBRE GLASS, WHILST PAYING ALL SORTS OF EXTORTIONATE FEES FOR REPLACEMENT PLASTIC BITS ONLINE. THANKS FOR THE HELP YODA YOU LEG END!

THEN MY TRUSTY VAN, A NOTORIOUS TRANNY NAMED BIG DAV (DURING THE WEEK, AND DAVINA ON THE WEEKEND), DECIDED TO BREAK DOWN ON ME IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. TOW, PARTS AND LABOUR ENDED UP COSTING OVER 800 SOLID BONES, WHAT AN UNNECESSARILY DRAWN OUT BALL ACHE. 

THEN LAST BUT NOT LEAST, AS I MENTIONED HERE T'OTHER DAY, I STABBED MYSELF IN THE LEG GETTING TOWED ROUND LIKE A MUPPET ON MY SURFBOARD AT CRAB ISLAND BY STEF 'THE BIG BOPPER' SKAJAROWSKI, RESULTING IN 5 STITCHES AND A RATHER ANNOYING LIMP FOR THE LAST WEEK.

ON THE UPSIDE THOUGH, I NOW FEEL LIGHT AS A BUMBLING BEE, SAFE IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT THOUGH I'M SKINT AND HOBBLING, EACH ONE OF THOSE SCENARIOS COULD'VE BEEN ALOT WORSE. 

NOW MY BAD THREE ARE HOPEFULLY USED UP FOR A WHILE, THE GOODTIMES ARE ROLLING ONCE AGAIN, AND TO CELEBRATE, THE FERG AND LULU LAID DOWN SOME CRAZY FOOTWORK ON OUR KITCHEN TABLE, JUST TO WARD OFF ANY LINGERING NEGATIVE JUJU. 

ALL IN ALL, TWAS JUST WHAT THE WITCH DOCTOR ORDERED.

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