1st of 2014.

I'm not going to say it, so.

I don't like to be told when to enjoy myself, that's why I rebel. I just will not enjoy myself when someone tells me to. So on New Years eve, everyone is full of  ............... full of .............. anyway, don't tell me to have a good time and I may.

So, lets get on with the rest of my life.

Bad news. 

Secretly, well not that secretly. I've always wanted to get back with my second wife. 

No one understands it, nor do I but there it is. 

I'm not going to post a photo of her, it's not fair. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And I find her attractive. 

She can be cantankerous, bad tempered, stubborn. But she can be lovely to be with, honest (sometimes) hard working, industrious, great cook and lots more.

So it has come to the point where one of us has found another partner. It has been seven years, yes seven years of waiting for her to phone me up and ask me back. It was never going to happen, but I clung on.

Well last week she and I ended up at the same football match, we do travel in the same circle of friends to a certain extent. That may change now, as her friends stop inviting me to parties and barbecues.

The last time we went out was last December, we went to a Panto. Then from there everyone else went home and the Ex and I went for a drink. That was over 13 months ago.

Since then I had the argument with 'The Boss' on the skiing holiday and everything stopped. 

So at the football match, she turned up with her new man. I was devastated, gutted. 

It took me by surprise, believe me. But my whole life went upside down.

I have to get on with life. Maybe it will release me. 

What have I waiting for? An unsuccessful relationship to start up? Madness. 

So, lick my wounds, wish them well and get on with things.

AAh, yes things.

New years resolutions. 

Not many really, I'm not going to do the old smoking thing or any other well worn failure stuff.

So, go to art classes, record more songs, start a new book, get a date, maybe more than one date. That's it. 

So I'm slowly getting in to sorting and naming my photo's.

I fell across this. It's the Old Wembley Stadium 1969 Cup final. I'm the trumpeter on the left. 

The Band of The Royal Engineers were playing at half time. Normally done by The Marines. They had to put 100 musicians on the field at half time.They only had 89, so they put a few of the boy soldiers on, we had the same 1880 uniforms, real gold on the applets and trim. 

So even though I was a drummer, we played the part of trumpeters, we just held the trumpet to over mouths. Have a look at the state of the ground, it was like a plowed field.

I was in Northern Ireland for 4 months, on the right was the main gate. We had to search every bus driver who came though the gate. I spent a lot of time up in that Sangar. Not much protection either. Sitting duck really.

It's 9.15 PM and I have to be up at 5 tomorrow. Bad weather coming in, well it is winter. 

The BBC really blow it all up since the 'No hurricane year'. So now they over egg it a bit.

Good night.