Allatsea hadn’t been sent ‘out of town’ on a job for some time. When he was, recently, he grabbed his travelling and audit gear in an unpracticed way. Amongst the tools of the trade so grabbed, was a notebook, an essential bit of kit especially to a chap wotts memory is not as good as it once was.
The notebook in this case revealed much when it was opened. No dimensions, timings, weights and tides, or weather and similar to be seen. Instead page after page of what soon proved to be heartfelt outpourings and clumsy attempts at pressure relieving prose.
One, dated January 2008, proved particularly revealing of the emotions playing at the time. It was directed at a much loved family member who was destroying himself with the bottle.
I am a drunken man
I like to drink all day
People ask me not to
But I don’t care what they say
I never bath or shower, so I stink like a Saint Paul’s tramp
But before you dare to criticise me, bear in mind just this ,
I am right and you’re all wrong telling me what to do.
I am a drunken twat and I care not a jot about that.
I make life shit for those that sit, in the shadow of my piss.
My friends have gone, I drove them away with my drinking ways
Even though they tried their hardest not to
Cos I’m a drunken twat who’s too stupid to realise why-they hate me now?
I’ve got no strength to say…No.