Dodgy Ian

I had a call from Ian tonight. He said he was going over to Bradford this weekend and might stop off at my place to say hello if i'm about.
I'm really suspicious about this. Ian is a dodgy Druggy, why is he going to Bradford ? and why pop by to see me ?.
If you knew him you would understand why i wrote that last sentence, i'm not paranoid, i just know when i shouldn't really have anything to do with him. He is a great guy and has been a good friend but he has never been normal and was always a bit dodgy, You just know that to stay friends with him it's best to keep him at arms length. I said i was gonna be out this weekend, but he is the type who will call to say hello anyway just in case. I need to make sure i'm not in for two days at least.

I saw a car crash on my way home from work tonight. It wasn't anything serious just broken glass and scratched paintwork. Both drivers were at fault, but they got out and started fighting in the middle of the road as all the other cars tried to get round them.

There is no stopping drivers when they are on their way home from work, fight or no fight, people were prepared to mow them both down rather than sit and wait.

Which pissed one of them even more and he started hitting cars with his hand as they drove past.

As i got nearer i recognised him as one of the guys who works at our place. I don't know him that well, and after tonight i don't think i want to either. Prat !

Drama

I'm always a bit depressed mid week but this time i also have the added problem of what to do about Brian.
Sorry to keep going on about him, but he is all consuming at the moment and things are going from bad to worse

I have tried hinting that he should back off a bit, i have tried telling him, i have even shouted at him to stop fucking texting me every five minutes, but nothing works.

On top of all this there seems to be none stop drama in his life, and he wants to get me involved in it too.
Tonight i got a call asking me to come round immediately because his ex boyfriend had heard he is seeing someone else. They had a massive row and his ex put a brick through his kitchen window.
The Police had been called and he had cut his arm on some glass.
I refused, which resulted in him first crying, then getting angry. Men crying are a massive turn off for me, he did it again, something else that turns me off him.
He might as well have sat on my face and farted.

I eventually put the phone down on him but an hour later he turned up at my door.

He said he was sorry and then went into a long monologue about his past life with his ex boyfriend and how he was glad to get rid of him and i am ashamed to say i started to get really bored with it all and wanted him out of my flat asap.

I don't know if he wants me to feel sorry for him and so get closer, but the exact opposite is happening.
I have enough problems of my own and my life is only just settling down after my own drama of the last couple of years so i don't want to take his on as well.
I managed to resist sleeping with him tonight, in fact it didn't even cross my mind, the neighbour from hell would have had more chance of fiddling about with my dangly bits than he had.

It didn't seem the right time to do it tonight, but i have made my mind up, he has to go.
Can i do it gently or is it gonna be nasty ?

I think i have learnt a valuable lesson this week. I feel like crap and it's my own stupid fault.
So now i have to think of how to handle this situation.
Sit down and have a serious talk man to man, or hit him over the head with a brick and dump the body in a lake ?
Mmmmm Not an easy choice is it?

Calm

No sign of the neighbour today. all quiet on the Western front.

But my hand is swollen so a very short post tonight.

I don't think Muhammad Ali ever had this problem. Then again, he didn't fight Joe Bugner over an empty crisp packet being left on the stairs did he?.

Fight

The last time i had a fight was when i was at school i think.

It's something you don't do when you grow up, or at least it's something you don't act out anyway. I'm sure i have had many punch ups in my dreams with people i meet in my daily life that i have crossed me, but not in reality.

Tonight was different.
The neighbour from hell was waiting for me when i got home from work. I had been expecting this and was ready. I didn't sleep a wink last night and half expected to see him this morning, but no. So i spent most of the day brewing over it and was ready for him when i got to the bottom of the steps.
I was as worked up as he was and if i am honest i jumped down his throat before he even got started.

I told him to shift his fucking rubbish for my steps or i would ram it down his throat. Not a good start to a full and frank discussion on how we can avoid conflict on this difficult situation.
So he went to punch me, and that was it.

I don't know if you have ever hit anyone in the face with your fist before but it's not like in the movies. For starters it hurts. Not them, YOU
I nearly broke my bloody hand and it's not as if i managed to get a good swing out of it.
I'm struggling to type this because my hand is swelling a bit and my middle finger kills.
So to cut a long story short we scuffled about a bit and then it turned all girly with him picking up a stick and me pulling his hair and trying to kick him in the bollocks.
His wife came out and was screaming and it all sort of fizzled out from that.

We both separated and walked in different directions throwing threats at each other.
I was gonna break his neck if i see so much as a crisp packet on my steps and he is gonna burn my flat down with me and everyone in it.
It was nothing like fight club, more like watching two bald men fighting over a comb.

Pathetic.
But it's put me right off my weekend now and I'm stopping in tonight.
I don't feel like partying, i feel like going downstairs for round two. Besides i don't want to come home and find a burnt out shell.
I don't think it will happen. That's the good thing about living above someone who threatens such things. If he flames my flat, his goes up as well.
Twat.
I might sleep in in the shower tonight (LOL).

Trouble brewing

I'm having trouble with one of my neighbours.

His wife seems ok, but he is a bit of an arsehole. I have no idea why, but he just seems to be looking for trouble all the time. You can't even speak to him normally without him taking offence.
I once said good morning to him when i first moved in and his reply was, and i quote.
"what the fuck do you mean by that ?".
He must have something wrong with his hearing, if you say hello, he seems to hear fuck you.
He now thinks it acceptable to pile loads of rubbish on the steps up to my flat so that i, or anyone wanting to visit me, can't get up without either shifting it or climbing over the top.

I have mentioned it to his wife, who was quite nice about it, but tonight i have heard then rowing about it all.
The walls in this place are like paper so if anyone raises a voice you can hear it loud and clear, i can hear next doors TV and farting sounds from the guy above, so a full blown row is like being in the same room.

He said he was gonna have a word with me tomorrow and sort me out.
This is probably not a bad thing because i will be prepared for it. I'm shit at confrontation when i'm not ready for it. But if i can get worked up for it and know what i want to say or do i'm different.

So we will see what tomorrow brings.
If i don't blog tomorrow night i'm either in hospital, under arrest or dead.