04:51. Wife has crashed, dogs have crashed, sat listening to Trivium, as quietly as is humanly possible. Whilst Polishing of the beer. Having a good long break till the 18th when we go see Slaughter To Prevail in Birmingham to bring in 40 years in “style" bit of Russian metal core and a huge mosh pit to show the world I can take a bruise or 5 still!
I really enjoy these lists, I like lists, I made a whole thread about lists this year. Undiagnosed? Maybe, but fully functional.
I like these lists, because it shows, that I have had meaningful interaction. The time spent on those interactions and just how important that is to me, I’m totally sure that is the same for all of you, sometimes feeling a bit alone, a bit lonely (despite myself having a blessed life, compared to some, humility is important, my life rocks. I won’t pretend otherwise, and I am always a whatsapp away for those who aren’t lucky or struggling because that is the only way to be a friend)
But genuinely, when I look how many arbitrary likes (I like the like system) it feels like I’m being listened to and my voice is valued, even if just here.
I tell stories to people in the real world, I trail off because I doubt people are interested. I’ve done cool ■■■■in my life, I’ve flown planes, I do stuff with camouflage ■■■■, I sleep in fields and watch B52’s land sideways. I’ve met famous people, been robbed at gunpoint, fixed stuff that beyond ruined and made some (bloody loads) of cock ups that both cost me an absolute fortune and embarrassed the total arse of me, I’ve made mistakes that make normal people’s toes curl when I talk about it, I’ve defended people in court, jacked jobs because I can’t stand people being bullied, been the Bully, punched the Bully and most importantly had the total crap kicked out of me.
It’s all cool, its all experience and its ALL what we have shared together. I’m not special, I may actually be a little bit of a cock sometimes. But when I talk about things here, when I actually express myself and tell people about the highs and the lows, the response I get is genuine. No “whatever mate, prove it" just tacit acceptance that I am what I am, I’ve never EVER had that before. It means the absolute EARTH to me. We may not always agree, we may not see eye to eye on the small things or even the “talk” topic thread (which I confess to being a little scared off, despite trying my best to read and not comment on) but we all share a massive love of the same stuff, the grandest part about this place for me apart from the care packages, the love that we all share for bits of metal with dinosaur blood burning to make them go is that we all want the same thing. Help, love, support and friendship.
I confess (again) to being a touch drunk, its 0515, and I should go to bed before the kids wake up, but genuinely, and the point of this whole bloody essay, is (apart from needing to learn how to use commas) is that I really bloody love this place. nothing in my life has ever had an effect on me like this bloody website does. I really REALLY appreciate all of you. You need anything, you call me, I owe ya. Like you wouldn’t believe. I was in a Dark place when I found you all.
Cheers troops. Probably ought to go to bed and thank god for auto correction 
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