…I try to explain, but you don’t understand, to you I’m still a wicked man
by Phil LongPoor, poor diary; how I’ve neglected you - more than a year since I last made an entry - how can you ever forgive me?
It’s been an eventful year I suppose. Moved back in with my parents in December. My brother got married in February 02, I started work at VIA NET.WORKS in February too, I’ve resigned from the Warrington Music Collective and shut down my website lately, while now looking after Wigan Music Collective’s website. I also got promoted last week after being with VIA for 5 months, so that ain’t bad.
The other day my mum raided my room for glasses to go in the dishwasher and discovered a letter from a solicitor concerning some hideous debt I’m in and decided to ask me about it. My problem, not hers so I’d prefer her not to ask about it; but she’s my mother so obviously she’s concerned - but this is my pit of shit and I’ll dig myself out if it in my own way.
My website - www.wirearts.co.uk which became www.imusiconline.co.uk - why’ve I closed it after three years? Frankly I’ve got pig-sick of people expecting me to do things for them and promising to contribute themselves but delivering nothing. I consider myself lazy, but the apathy of some people just gets me really wound up; especially when things are being done for their benefit on their behalf. Also the two-faced attitudes of people who talk behind my back about me - I guess because I might challenge them to do something about it if they say it directly.
So I’ve fucked that off - just do things for myself and the people who are actually my friends rather than hangers-on and opportunists. Hence teletranone.co.uk - I hope people from my wibble list will contribute useful tech stuff etc. which will be helpful to us in our day-to-day jobs and maybe to other visitors of the website.
If this makes me a bad lad - so be it. Anyway, tune in next time when the entry won’t be so alcohol-induced. I’ve got recap to do for the build up to my 2002 holiday. This August Roddimus Phil and his fellow Friend-o-bots go to Gay Paris for 9 days; my first holiday outside of the UK since 1996 I believe.
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