Its been a while since I did something completely bat shit crazy , so I thought I’d better get on top of things.
Cant you just be happy with your life as it is and just relax and maybe save some money you ask ?
No. No I can not. Because that would be boring and I don’t do boring. Or sensible.
So , using my amazing decision making skills , I decided to buy a thousand year old clapped out campervan with half a floor which ,at this point, requires a small army to set up . Obviously thats not what I see when I look at it. In my mind the floor is fixed , the hydraulic system is in place and now I’m hanging curtains and sewing cushions like Martha fucking Stewart.
Its not going to be easy but thats where I bring in the ”çrew” which so far consists of my old boss , a self confessed ‘Plumber from Hell’ Tinky ,whose favourite word starts with C ends in T and you apparently cant say it in Canada . Thats it so far , but his daughter , who I work with at the Ettamogah pub , has volunteered to supervise with me. Which is code for lets sit around , drink beer and do fuck all while Dad swears his head off.
Anyway here is what I’m dealing with …