Janey Godley’s Blog

I know that’s odd but it happens to me. I worry my self sick at times over impending illness’s and death approaching…why does that happen?

On the other hand I am looking forward to Christmas; husband hates the whole season and becomes the man who hates trees and decorations. He actually told me he doesn’t want the tree up this year, so I kicked him really hard in the shin and threw his mail on the floor.

Why does he do this? I love my tree and there are wee decorations that Ashley made when she was 5 years old, it’s a wee sticky Santa with cotton wool beard.

He has a real aversion to Christmas and goes all ‘Uncle Scrooge-like’ over the whole thing. We have to drag him into the city to look at the lights, we have to drag him up on Christmas day and make him eat dinner and wear a paper hat, what the fuck is wrong with this man?

He wasn’t that bad when Ashley was small, we have loads of old videos of our wee curly haired toddler ripping open presents as her groggy sleepy dad smiles at every single scream and giggle that comes out of her wee cute mouth. Now that she is older he feels he no longer has to become the happy ‘James Stewart’ in ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ and takes on the personality of the grumpy suicidal. I have no idea what goes on in his head.

Life is strange, I know my brother will be fine, I know Christmas will go without a hitch, but I still feel slightly ill at ease and I can’t quite put my finger on why.

Maybe this is the menopause about to engulf my hormonal tide change, I wish it was as I am suffering the usual cluster bomb pain in my womb, I hate periods.

On a funny note I got the ‘World Trade Centre’ film through from Bafta for my consideration and I hated the film.

I cannot believe that Oliver Stone has made such shite. You have to see this American jingo-istic pile of crud to know that sticking a screw driver into your own eye is a good alternative.

In one scene after the twin towers have been decimated, a man goes to see his priest and declares ‘God has told me I must go to the disaster zone and help, I am an ex marine’ honestly….how many Americans will declare ‘God made me do it’.

The God-bothering marine then goes to the barbers to get his head shaved (surely with the impending situation a hair cut is hardly worth the bother, surely having thick hair doesn’t make you less a marine?) then he gets out his old uniform and ‘pops off’ to downtown New York. Like you do.

I thought he was going to kill people in his madness with the God voice in his ear.

Anyway, he makes it to the disaster zone and finds buried people, helps them and then grabs his phone and actually says “I am not coming back to work, I have to avenge this situation”

What? On his fucking own? Avenge what? Anyway the end credits tell us that the marine re enlisted and went to serve in Iraq, I am sure his version of avengement in Iraq has been seen on You Tube.

What is Oliver Stone doing? It made me cry with anger.

I am sure many wonderful people did amazing brave wonderful things on 9/11 and it does show us what humanity can do when pressed, but that pile of shite made me sad.

Everything is making sad today, I need to go check my Christmas tree and make sure husband hasn’t thrown it out in his new recycling habit.