Heads put me onto Somi, asked where I've been?
R.I.P Amy, we miss you
Yesterday I watched with pride my son win a tournament trophy with his U13 football team, as well as an individual best player award for top striker. Teams from as far as France took part, a real festival of football. Nostalgia as I remembered all those early trips to the park, teaching him and his younger brother how to do step overs, countless football training sessions at Millwall FC youth club, kick around in the garden.
I played a lot of football growing up, the only sport we had available to us, saw nothing playing for hours in the local park. Simple times, didn't matter if the ball was pumped or flat, didn't have football boots. We played with abandon, the thwack of the ball our soundtrack. The freedom of childhood. In my sons I see myself, what I was as a kid, the desire to run free, to chase the wind. God bless the child.
I went to see a friend last night, around 11.30pm. I'd been out for a drink with ex colleagues, guys and girls who I'd become really good friends with. They still think I'm lying when I say I'm in my mid 40s, say I carry on young, look younger even. Told them next time I'll wear a suit and a fedora suit, look older and distinguished :) My dad used to say "shhh, don't say the years, be it". Never quite understood that, but as I grow older and draw from my wealth of experience of life I begin to get it. You should be your age, life expects this of you. By all means live to the fullest, make mistakes. But learn from life. This way one remains "young", always ready to find out stuff one doesn't know. Hope I never lose the twinkle of curiosity.
See I lost track there, where was I? Yes, went to see a friend. He answered the door, sweating like the proverbial Christmas goat (ask me to explain later). Drenched the fuck.
"Dude wha gwan fi you? It's almost midnight?"
"It's my blood sugar innit, it's over 20.1"
He's Type 2 diabetic. Said sometimes his sugar levels gets so high his body slips into Type 1. Only to bring in down is very intense exercise otherwise its body pain and sleepless nights. The living room was strewn with bar bells, cycling bike, training mat, skipping ropes. I just sat looking at him work out, thinking how crazy it is that he is a prisoner to his condition. The irony is he's now super fit, mid 50s, best I've seen him in years. Dude was never one who didn't care of himself, feels very unlucky suffering this. Reminded me of diabetes amongst the men in my family and how I really have to take care of myself.
I'm borderline hopeless when it comes to my diet. I eat good, lots of veggies and stuff, but I'm prone to chocolate and biscuit binges. Luckily I cycle a lot so stay generally on the side of good health. But these things can't be taken for granted.
When he was done he measured his blood sugar again. A perfect 10. We rolled some marijuana and smoked the night away. Life is short
Was a bit frustrated when I was out yesterday. The bar we were in was rinsing out big bomba claat tunes, the DJ on his 1s and 2s hardcore. quality quality choons, Drake, Beyonce, some reggae, lots of newer rnb and stuff. But zilch in the way of a dance floor to shake a leg. English people like to hold a pint and chat too much, let good music go to waste. I was twitching like a mutha, the bass rocking my soul.