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About Rich
Richard Walsh was born into this world on the 2nd October 1984. He was not an accident child, as Rob accuses him of being. He was quite small, and rather skinny, you wouldnt have thought it by looking at his belly now, but 18 years of quality home cooked food do that to you. Not to mention alcohol. Unlike most people, Rich was not the normal fleshy colour that you would expect from a new born, He was blue. This is because the umbilical cord was wrapped round his neck, cutting of his air, technically he was dead. If it hadnt have been over 18 years ago he could tell you what It was like, but he cant remember.
As a wee little nipper he was brought up in the northern town that is Rochdale. Here he acquired my slightly northern twang to my accent.
Until he was about 5 he had blonde hair, now he doesnt, and its gone poo brown and pubic.
He has one brother who, as a youngster, thought it would be rather amusing to cause him great pain. He put Rich in Rochdale General Hospital, the place of his birth, on 3 occasions. Firstly pushing him over a wall and breaking his nose, secondly ramming a plastic tube into the inside of his cheek, stripping the lining, and finally shutting his fingers in a door, causing the top of his middle finger on his left hand to fall off slightly, he has a scar. This theme of causing Rich pain and anguish has been taken on by many of his "friends". He has been bombarded by physical and verbal abuse for a long time.
He has a dad. He has a beard, he'll soon have no hair, a beard and no hair would be funny.
He also has a mum, shes a librarian.
They all live together in blissful harmony, apart from his brother who ran away to university.
We hope you feel as if youve learnt something
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The week that Was:
31st March - 6th April 2003
Monday
once again I was too busy to write my page for last week, partly because of this weeks events.
But fear no more, for I have returned once more to make your lives complete again.
Wahoo, today be the first day if the Easter hollybobs. You would think this means lye in, you would be wrong, for I have found myself employment for the week, whether its worth getting out of bed for I do not know as yet. As normal, I am coaching cricket to wee little kiddies. And as normal I am getting paid ridiculous amounts of money for it. 7 and a half pounds an hour. So I suppose it was worth getting up for. After 4 hours of doing nothing but put out cones and throw balls at 11 year olds I came home. After no less than 30 minuets of being home my year was made. Mum had a hire car delivered for a work trip somewhere, this is not the good bit, this is, the delivery man had to be something from a fantasy story, or an 80's German heavy metal worshiper. He had possibly the most fantastic blond mullet I have ever seen. And pink weightlifting trousers. This was not all, he had a sabre tooth earring. FANTASTIC MAN, deserves a medal for simply existing. In the evening Laura came round and we watched that film about the man giving up sexual activity for lent. I've told you about this before and told you about my brothers likeness to this man, I wont do the same joke twice, that's cheap.
Tuesday
Ok, maybe today wasnt worth getting up for, I had to catch a bus to work, the only one that would get me there in time arrived on the estate at 7.55. however attractive 30 pounds for 4 hours of doing nothing is I generally like to get up after the sun. again did nothing at work, had to get the bus home though. This was a down side as I didnt get home or have lunch till 2.15. Doing nothing makes you hungry, or is that boredom eating, who knows. The car was getting picked up again today. Hopefully the man with the mullet would be back. I thought ahead and got a camera ready so I could share the wonders with all of you. Unfortunately the man that picked up the car was positively normal. Matters not. In the evening we (Timmy, Rob, Rob and me) went to see Johnny English, bad idea, not a good film. Although Tim bit get punched in the testicles by an employee at the cinema who he punched at Alex's party a week and a half ago. This I found very amusing. We had Mr Testers video camera with us and decided it would be a good idea to attempt to break into Pikies house as they were having a girlie night in there. We successfully gained entry to the back garden, and after about an hour and a half of attempting to actually get into the house without them noticing, we just thought we would scare the poo out of them. Windows were banged on, roofs climbed, door bells rang, etc etc. Tim also pissed in the pond, luckily there were no fish, well that was our judgement, there might have been, we couldnt see, it was dark. We got bored and left, not before Rob T tried to climb through a bush only discovering it contained vast amounts of barbed wire, again the dark blinded us. When I was dropped off they refused to stop the car, I got out of the moving vehicle and proceeded to put my foot in front of the tire, it went over my foot, and they drove off laughing leaving me in pain led on the road, I hobbled down the drive and went to bed.
Wednesday
Once again work. at the end a nice little cheque came my way, 75 pounds sterling, for doing absolutely nothing, thats the way I like it.
In the afternoon I went to the gym with Laura and Rob B and drank the free water, didnt really do any exercise, couldnt be bothered. Pikie was having a BBQ in the evening we boycotted part of it to watch the football, after a visit to the chippie. Arived at Pikies and was force fed 2 burgers and a hot dog because no body was eating them. Couldnt let them go to waste. Dont tell anyone but I strayed from the Jack tonight, for a very very strange reason I left like drinking bitch pops (alco-pops) I had 6 in quite quick succession and didnt really fell affected. I was tired so naturally fell asleep where I was, this was led on the floor, I woke up after about an hour and then fell asleep once more on the sofa at about 2.
Thursday
Woke up quite early considering time of going to sleep, did nothing for a while, had breakfast and left at about 11.30. Got home and had me a shower. Then did nothing for the rest of the day, this in effect was my first day of the hollybobs, however exams are looming so I thought I should pretend to do some work, I got my books out in my room, turned the music down, and fell asleep. Nan and Grandad came down for the weekend and I havent seen them for about 8 mouths so that was good. In the evening saw the first cricket training outside. We seemed to play more football as a warm up that cricket but nevermind. Went home, slept some more.
Friday
Today was spent being a sloth, I stayed in bed for a very very long time, think it might have been afternoon when I finally got out of bed, and lunch was had at about 2.30. I did literally nothing today, I wont even moan about anything, cant think of anything to moan about.
Saturday
You can tell it is the first weekend of the cricket season, this week has been good, hotish sunny weather, get to the days im playing cricket, the clouds come out and the temperature drops to a measly 10 degrees C. compared to the 26 it was 3 days ago. This cheesed me off slightly, I had to play in 5 layers of cloths to stay the good side of frozen. The other team turned up with the grand total of 8 players, a cricket team should have 11. We leant them one of ours, who turned out to be there best player on the day. Safe to say we won, thankfully quite quickly so we were finished by 6 before it got really cold. Home for din dins and watched tele for the night.
Sunday
I forgot how hard cricket balls are. They hurt when hit at you rather hard. Especially when your hands are cold. I suppose this warms them up slightly though, however it also causes bruising of fingers from simply the sheer force of the impact, was indeed quite painfull. Again we won against 9 men. This must be some kind of record, 2 wins in the opening weekend of the season for Letchworth Cricket club. However it wasnt a successful weekend for my batting, I amassed the huge total of 24 runs over the weekend, (this is not good for me). However I did manage to get 3 wickets over the weekend, this is good for me as I dont consider my skills as a bowler to be that great. I kept the weekend short as I think most of you will not appreciate the intricate details of two cricket matches. This may well be the case for the next twenty odd weeks. Hay ho
There we go, I contribute to the website this week, yay for me. Till next time, Toodaloo
Walsh's Website Of The Week:
Bored.com, kinda sums me up really
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