Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Headmess 17: Dazza's Back
Well, been a while since I spoke to you last. To be honest its been a nightmare. One catastrophe after another so this is the first chance I've had to come here. I actually missed talking here. Anyway - cut a long story short. Dazza's back again. I've not been able to post as he stole my laptop to sell for a few flagons of White Lightening and Carling Black Label. Oh. And a Tattoo of his new girlfriend's name.
Anyways. The bastard did his usual trick of waking us all up at 2 in the morning in a drunken state, demanding somewhere to stay and having a present for Tyson (his son - unfortunately). I let him in, as usual. Tyson gave him his usual stinking look when his dad handed him a car stereo with the wires still dangling off the back where they'd been yanked out. Fair play to Tyson, he thanked his dad, dropped it in the bin and went back to bed. By which time Dazza was asleep on the kitchen table.
This was a few weeks ago now. In that time, I tried to get to the PC but found it gone. My suspicions as too its whereabouts grew when Dazza came in with carrier bags of booze and a new tattoo.
He knows he got no chance with me these days so he don't try it on. But for once he has a fairly steady missus by the sound of it. However, he turned up here because she kicked him out as she caught him sniffing around some valley's minger in Club Rumours (thankfully one night when I wasn't there).
Anyway, his Sheryl turned up and caught him with his hand up fat valley lass' skirt. There was a big punch-up amongst the ladies by all accounts, and Sheryl chucked him out as a result. I say chucked him out, more like dragged him from the club by his ear. Bang - on to my doorstep.
So yeah, suspicions aroused. He turns up with this booze. We all gets pissed and he says he's going back to Sheryl's as he can prove he luvs her as he just got a tattoo of her name on his back (there are a few crossed out already, believe me.) He's show me and I piss myself laughing. I didn't tell him why, but I'm sure she wondered who Cheril is when he showed her. It goes perfect with his homemade I Loves Mowtown tattoo on his right arm, anyway.
So I asks about the Laptop and he's like, 'oh, you didn't want it did you, I sold it...' Bastard. I went loopy. Kicked him out straight back to his Sheryl, good friggin' luck to them.
He does my head in, GAHHH! Why do I let him in? Tyson is quite good though, he gets down initially but then stays away as much as possible when Dazza's here - he can't stand the man. In fact, Tyson must have been really pissed off for me, as the little sweetheart has borrowed a laptop off another of his friends. Says I can use it indefinitely. He's a good one. Nothing like his dad.
Posted by Chav Mum at 2:46 PM
2 Comments:
Hey Chavster
Tyson sounds like a good lad and a credit to you. And as for Dazza, you're well shot of him. What a dickhead!
Unfortunately he'll be back. He always is - either the money will run out or the latest tart will get wise. We're used to it. I feel most sorry for Tyson, and worry hope he doesn't turn out as bad as his dad.
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