Many years ago in my younger days I met and fell head over heels in love with a beautiful girl.

We spent a decade together and spent most of the early years in particular, living in each others pockets, such was our fondness for each other.

We had a baby daughter together and were happy for a long time but later in the relationship, cracks started to appear and things just gradually deteriorated.

Poor lass had had a particularly troubled upbringing and her behaviour started to become a problem.

She was running up severe debts unbeknown to me and was drinking a bit too much despite it not being good for her.
I was certainly no angel either and probably didn’t help matters at times, being an immature cunt in his 20s.

We eventually parted company and the split was horrific when I look back.
I genuinely tried my best to keep things amicable but she was seemingly just permanently on the warpath.

She eventually moved a few miles away and had apparently moved on with her life, meeting a new fella and having another baby to which I was actually happy for her.

This new relationship unfortunately broke down and she sadly spent the next several years in self destruction mode.

Sadly the poor lass died recently of what I believe to be alcohol related complications and I attended the funeral along with our daughter and I can honestly say it was the saddest occasion of my life. Seeing her Dad looking old and confused, my daughter being devastated and my ex’s other little girl so upset just added to the feeling of utter melancholy.

They put on a slideshow of old photos at the service and some of them featured yours truly, 25 years younger alongside this beautiful girl looking like a happy family.

To say my heart has been broken would be an understatement which brings me on to the purpose of me writing this nom up.

I feel because she was an ex from yesteryear that I have no right to feel such pain, guilt and regret because it’s nearly 2 decades since we separated- but I do.
I also feel uncomfortable crying in front of Mrs Jelmet who has been supportive but at the same time, I don’t want to or feel as though I should.

I’m sure most, if not all of the people reading this have experienced some severe grief at some point or other.

I’ve lost close old friends and more elderly relatives but can say that I have never felt this sad at a bereavement.

There’s no link or anything with this nomination as it’s just me rambling about how heartbroken I’m currently feeling and wondering how long it will take to start feeling better.

Thanks for reading.

Nominated by : Herman Jelmet

Herman – Wishing you peace and acceptance from all of us at Admin Mansions – NA.

Woe is me. Just when you thought it was safe to get into your gondola for a fun trip around the canals of Venice, who pops up but Greta ‘The Doom Goblin’ Thunberg to spoil things.

Fresh from her triumphant tour of the Eastern Mediterranean, the smirking, supercilious little twat has emerged again with her ‘climate catastrophe’ hat back on. She and a horde of Extinction Rebellion nutters turned up in the great Renaissance city to stage a series of stunts which included throwing green dye into the Grand Canal. Grrrrreat!

As a result of this ludicrous posturing, little Greta was made the subject of an exclusion order and fined about £130, as were many of the other red costumed clowns taking part. Talk about being up themselves.

I might just feel a touch of sympathy for little Greta if she had the gumption to turn up in Beijing, capital city of the world’s greatest polluter, and stage a protest there. We all know she won’t of course. Personally I’d have loved it if the Italians had slung her into the slammer for a couple of months. That might have wiped that smug, self-congratulatory expression off her insufferable little face.

Ah, me. Will no one free us from this turbulent little runt?

GB News.

Nominated by : Ron Knee

Regrettably I’ve had to cancel the planned family holiday after discovering West Africa might not be quite “up to snuff”..

It seems sorcery and black magic are very much part of their vibrant relaxed culture,unfortunately it also often means murdering people to make “magic charms” that apparently gives the buyer “juju” so they can buy a new mud hut or lodge an “asylum claim” in dear old Blighty..

Anyway I suggest the Sierra Leone Board of Tourism has a word with these witch doctors sharpish..

BBC News.

Dear me.

Nominated by : Unkle Terry

Ms.Mahmood has announced “fast track” deportations, blocking visas from three African countries amongst other possible changes to the chocolate teapot that is our immigration “system”..

Will it get past her own colleagues?

Is she full of shit?

Will Pakistan,Iran and Afghanistan be added to the visa ban?

So many questions,so many cunts.

I think she’s lying and supposes the looters will be scared off after reading an article about it in The Times over tea and scones.

Time will tell.

bbcnews

Nominated by Unkle Terry.

Coarse fishing in my eyes is a cunt.

Angler catches 1,080 fish in five hours in Wye Championship | Hereford Times.

I can understand the pike/carp fishing side of it to a point, Its very easy to do while sat tending a fire and drinking your own body weight in beer over a weekend trying to catch some large fish, Some people even eat pike.

But what exactly is the point in the type of fishing in the link I provided, Catching and likely damaging many of the 1080 tiddlers in pursuit of being able to say Ha! I caught more than you?

To me, Fishing is something best done in the sea or lochs for something actually edible.

On my little island theres over 800 lochs, almost all full of wild brown trout, not a stocked fish to be seen.

And 14 sea lochs, Salmon, Sea trout, Cod, Pollock, Mackerel and Flatties galore.

Membership for the trout whipping club is about 40 quid a year which includes club boat hire on many of the lochs and sea lochs, Sea fishing like anywhere is free and the aim is to catch dinner rather than fill a bag with bait and babies for a photo.

Nominated by : Cunt of the Isles