WTF d'ya mean, where've I been . . .

Had a strange second half of the year, even by my standards, I might get round to posting about some of it, I may not, we'll see.

Where was I last time I posted properly . . . Ahhhh the NPF, probs my highlight of the year. (half written post about it sat in my drafts) It was also around that time, I was offered a small amount of regular money to write the shit I do in this blog, excited by this turn of events I obv stopped blogging, sigh such is my way it seems, as my HH's will tell you on Raise the River, I don't do things quite by he book!! I'm not sure why I stopped, just lost my taste for blogging I guess, couldn't get on the tinternet at work any more and couldn't be arsed when I was at home. I won't do an apology I'm back and won't let you down post, (Moorman styly) for the simple reason, I'm not remotely sorry guys, tis my blog after all and I doubt I have been overly missed, nice to be back writing and diarying again though, nice to be feeling the itch!! (Must get to the clinic!).

I have gone through a shed loads of life ups and downs in these last few months culminating in the death of my father on November the 4th 2010 aged 69, after only finding out how ill he was in June, he lived in Derby and I didn't see as much of him as I wished these last few years. The whole situation was humbling, crushing and put a lot in perspective. He was a good man, with a loving family, a huge circle of friends, colleagues and such a remarkable and inspiring career. He worked all over the world running a team of technical engineers, right up to two years ago, he was contracted to write the technical manuals for the last 25 years of his life on some of the Military and Navy's biggest projects, his most recent work was with the Type 45 Destroyers. He lived as far a field as Brazil, Singapore to closer to home in Germany and the the Isle of White. He still advised on various things from home up to the last 6 months of his life. He died of lung fibrosis, which made him strangely a kind of a celeb at the hospital, as doctors came from all over the country to try to diagnose what was happening and ultimatley fruitlessly tried to save him, as he only had it in one lung and usually it attacks both. The cause of this is hard to pin point, heavy smoker in his younger days, he's almost positive he worked with asbestos in his early career with BAe, in Saudi Arabia. Meh we'll never know for sure, but his wife involved me and my brother in the decision to take him off the oxygen, there was nothing more that could be done, the doctors and hospital staff were fantastic, we all stood hand in hand in the hospital room with him as he left this world to start on the road to his next adventure. He was with it and fully aware and involved in proceedings, right up to the very day before he slipped into a coma. We all felt he'd pull through the week before, he knew different and the morning he went to hospital three weeks prior to his death, he spent 4 hours getting ready before he allowed his wife to phone for an ambulance, struggling for breath, he always had to look his best before he left the house, shaved, smartly dressed, shoes etc, 2 hours he spent on the computer and internet during this time, getting info and writing instructions, describing what his wife and family would have to face with his condition and not to be alarmed, to be prepared and know that he was ready for the worst and that he loved her and his adopted family and sons dearly. They had been together 16 years and never argued once, had such an amazing life together, I could sit all day listening to her stories of there time together. The funeral although a bit of an emotional blur was fantastic and absolutely packed. The fond memories of peoples time spent working with and socialising with my dad made me realise life's to short to wallow or dwell on past mistakes, or what may have been and not get out there and make the most of what you have and abilities you have. R I P Dad, you we're a great man and an inspiration to me in so many ways.

I'm on a serious heater atm and went on a mad spin up at the Rush poker, from $10NL SH Rush to $100NL SH Rush in one "easy" step. I had a big spin up at the $10NL and thought to myself, "You know what DoV, pokers poker, you get two cards and so do your opponents, your game is crushing at the $10NL, how much different can it be at $100NL" . . . Not much apart from I win more!!! ALOT MORE . . . . . I won't curse it to much and obv have had a few swings, including getting burnt at $600NL lolololol but fingers crossed, no ones sussed I'm a clueless donk on there yet! I'm not proud either and if/when it does start to go belly up, I'll happily drop down again.

Looking forward to 2011, hey fuck it, can't be much worse than last year, can it!!!



ENDS. ;o)