Run ragged

This weekend I’ve been as busy as a … er … busy thing on a particularly busy weekend. You know how it is, just as you finish one thing and catch your breath you suddenly remember yet another thing to add to your list. And by the end of the weekend your list was longer than it was when you started, and you feel twice as tired. Almost looking forward to going back to work to get a bit of a breather. OK, so that’s a lie.

Anyhow, the bike has new tyres on it and is somewhat cleaner than it was before. A very quick test of it seemed to show an occasional rubbing noise coming from the back, but it’s working well enough and I’ll have a look at it later in the week. Still planning on riding to work this week to see how it goes. Except for Thursday that is, as I’ve got another job interview and ain’t turning up on my bike for that.

What the feck has happened to Haddows? The jakey’s best friend. The offies have all turned into “Haddows Locals” selling groceries along with the booze. It’ll confuse the hell of the drunken bums when the stagger in and come face to face with a packet of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes. Reeling from shock they’ll find themselves in the “Chilled food” cabinet and impale themselves on a Pepperami while being showered with pre-packaged sandwiches from the top shelf. The world just ain’t what it used to be.

jake/jakey Noun. [Scottish/Glaswegian use]
1. A drunk, a meths drinker. Derog.
2. A down and out, a homeless person. Derog.