Bringer Of Funerals

I know I haven't written a blog in quite some time and I know people won't believe me but I need to get this off my chest.

In 2002 I met a lovely woman named Jodie Betteridge and we spoke about music, films love lives etc. Jodie was a goth and got me into the band Cradle Of Filth and through her I had heard of the bands Korn, Darkthrone etc.

She was really easy going and nice to talk too. She met my baby Lexi when she was 1st born.... anyway the reason I am telling...

As you all know, I am about to be a daddy and today me and mam were talking about my dad and this is where I am conflicted.

My dad lives in Wales and he left me when I was 2. From then on he saw me every month and I even went to Manchester with him (where he is originally from) and my mam used to arrange the meets etc.

But overall he didn't seem to care about me and he adopted 2 children who he seemed to care more about.

Well the meetings stopped in...

I know sport talk is forbidden but don't worry it's got nothing to do with sport score or teams - it's just me mentioning UFC and WWE.

As you all know I watch WWE and UFC, but what really pisses me off is people claim MMA is fake and actually say it to my face.

I have found out they have an MMA club just down the road to me and I said to Claire "I am joining one" and she said no I don't want you too" and my sarcastic comment was "it's fake remember"...

I have just started Breaking Bad to see what all the hype is about and this opinion is going to get me hate.

To be honest I can't see the hype, I am on Season 2 and everytime I go to watch an episode I get the well I cannot be arsed feeling and I find myself just going through the motions, then by the end I think thank God that is over.

A TV show should not feel like that, it should draw you in with a vice grip. It might get better but at the minute i can't see that...

Just had the strangest dream. I was at a school and I walked into a classroom where I could feel a presence but couldn't see it and a girl (of age) went to put her hands down my pants until a teacher walked in and interrupted by saying "happy 40 years together and I hope there will be much more"

The next thing I know I am dead and I start to float through doors and I can now see the spirits of other dead people wondering the corridors and it's evening outside. I go back...