Bedlam Zen

I have a friend called Neville.

He used to be a professional show jumper.  He’s black and very gay.

I took him to the chicken shop today.  I had just finished having an argument with a mad woman talking crap to me.  Not willing to listen or talk.  I made a new friend called Sweet Eyes, he 20 and he doesn;t want to be a plumber.  When I asked him if he wanted to wear a suit and go into the city.  He stood proud for a few seconds.  I wish I had a son.  I like pride in people and aspirations.  Ohter then that, I don’t know him at all, and I don’t know if I want to.  Yikes!  But all is well and you meet people at all times.  More people more problems – sometimes.

Went to a compnay leaving doo.  My CEO had been sacked by the trustees.  Sheesh.  Bummer.  She was crap anyway.  Anyhow, said the usual nicities and left after she said to the whole world

“I hope you get better soon as I know you haven;t been well”

Cheers.  Love people knowing my business.  How stupid and inconsiderate.  Seems like everyone at work knows I’m ill.  The truth of the situation is:

My two bosses who are shrinks are need of management training.  Preferably on how to send email.  I also think they need their souls checked by God – he may offer some counselling.  Shoot me, I don’t respect most atheists.  Peter principal in full force.

Meet a new member of staff who had an Msc in International Development.  Such hope there.  It was great to hear that.  Talked to a finance guy about the state of Nigeria and we ended up talking about football and the banking system.  Really nice guy.  I guess my evening got ruined when my ex-CEO announced I was unwell.  Hey ho.

My partner is moving out.

I’m telling people slowly.

My sister is my love.  I have lived.

My leather trousers are crowd stoppers.  I’ve still got it in me.  That and make-up and I’m blessed.