Dean Saliba Dot Com

Returning To The Line-Up

2010-03-08T22:29:34Z

Now that Simon has been sacked as manager of Bethnal Green Celtic it means that the door is once again open for me to return to the team. We had a friendly today (Saturday) and the new gaffa was really struggling to field a team so I was happy to make my way to Beckton to play.

We lost 5-1. I thought I played well considering it was my first game in months.

I had a bit of an altercation with one of my team mates who decided that I was not pulling my weight in defending and decided to stand on the half way line and shout & swear at me. I don’t react well to being shouted at and sworn at, especially when I’m trying my best.

So I gave him a piece of my mind. The manager didn’t say anything because he started it by swearing at me. It isn’t the first time he has had a go at me while watching me defend from up front. Cunt.

I wasn’t really in the best of moods anyway because I was missing someone. I decided that sitting at home wasn’t the best thing to do so I arranged to go out with Reiss later on in the evening and no kids with us this time.

I couldn’t even get online when I got home. I don’t know what my dad did but he knackered the Linksys router that we have so I’ll have to pop down to PC World on Monday and pick a new one up. Expense I really could have done without.

We went to Big Red and met a guy called William who knows Will, Jenna & Alfie. He was cool and I got on well with him. I’m afraid the same could not be said for Reiss and William’s mate Roman. We thought they were going to come to blows at one point.

My head really wasn’t there and I think Reiss suspected something was up when I asked him to come outside for a cigarette. Something I’ve never asked him to do before. I’ve never been good at expressing my feeling without the aide of fighting so it was tough.

Sometimes Reiss can annoy me and I rant about him on this blog, but every now and again he can come up with some advice that makes me glad we’re friends. He basically told me what I already knew, that I was being rather silly and being cynical. Obviously he put it much nicer than that.

Just when things looked like they were going to turn into a soppy chick film, a woman next to us let out a very impressive burp. This was met with awe from both me and Reiss until her friend stepped in and unleashed an even more impressive offering of gas.

I think personally it is a good thing that I can now talk to people about certain things instead of bottling them up like I used to.

Or maybe it was simply because I was drunk.

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Am I Getting Too Old To Get Drunk?

2010-03-08T21:58:12Z

I accompanied Reiss to A pub in Dalston Kingsland to see/hear Simon DJ. I can’t remember the last time I went out with Reiss, been too busy running off to Eastbourne like a stupid love struck teenager.

Wayne, Scott and Tien turned up. Tien and Scott couldn’t get served as they are only 16 and they dress like 16 year olds. I gave Tien the pint of John Smiths that Reiss bought me. That is how great I am I gave away a pint from someone who buys me one pint every year! )

We moved on to a pub called The White Hart, we made sure Scott & Tien kept away from the bar and bought them some shots to keep them happy and quiet. It didn’t work as Tien got hammered and decided to get lippy to a few people and, more importantly, me.

I don’t mind people telling me I have a hot girlfriend, it is a compliment to me, but I do get slightly annoyed when the person says it several times and then goes into detail about what they would do to her if they got the chance.

Luckily Wayne, Scott & Reiss where on hand to make sure he kept his mouth shut. When we left the pub Tien decided to pick a fight with anything and everything in site. Not wise when we are next door to a huge police station. The last thing we wanted was them offering their special brand of roadside assistance.

Me and Reiss decided to go home and left Tien in the hands of Scott and Wayne (who took him to a club where he tried to have a fight with a tree on the way home). On the way home I was thinking about how I used to be like that when I was his age and would get drunk. I’m at that age now where I can’t be bothered dealing with it. Especially when we were standing outside the bagel shop and he was asking how hard I thought I was.

It wasn’t a total washout night. Reiss, whether he knew it or not, paid me a couple of nice compliments about my appearance and how good it was to see me happier now I’ve fooled someone into going out with me.

He gave me a hug but I suspect he just wanted to grope me. )

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I’m Not Dead

2010-03-08T12:37:28Z

It has been awhile since I last published a blog post. I’ve been incredibly lazy this past month or so and I lay the blame at a certain someone’s door, someone that I lovingly refer to as Bumface.

I have been making numerous trips down to Eastbourne at the weekends to see her and add to that the fact that I’ve been suffering from tonsillitis it means I have found plenty of reasons not to write on this blog.

Those trips will be stopping this weekend as she is moving back to London. Which is a good things for two reasons: (1) I get to see her more often and (2) It will not cost me so much when I go and visit her. Travelling to and from Eastbourne is quite expensive when you can’t book tickets in advance over the internet.

I’m not sure if the influence she is having over me is a good thing or not. Many people have mentioned that I seem to be a lot more happy, a lot less angry and seem to be taking a lot more pride in the way I look.

At least I think it is a good thing, I’ve never been a very good judge.

Just look at the people I call friends. )

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Messy Weekend Part 2

2010-02-16T23:19:41Z

Part One Of This Post Is Available Here

Saturday didn’t start too well. I crashed at an ex-girlfriend’s house the night before and when I turned up at the B&B the lady in charge was not happy that I had been out all night. I did not know that she had one of those rules where you have to be in by midnight.

She gave me my money back and said that she was cancelling my booking for Saturday. She then had the nerve to say to me that Seaford is a respectable town, it bloody isn’t. It is full of loose woman, why do you think so many of us return there often?!

I wasn’t going to let this spoil my day as I was heading over to Eastbourne to meet someone and spend the rest of the day with them. I had been looking forward to this all week and even my huge super hangover was not enough to dampen my mood.

We had an awesome time drinking in a pub on the pier. I introduced her to tequila and sambuca shots for the first time. Watching her face as she downed her first ones was priceless. But she developed a taste for them and we ended up getting absolutely hammered together.

I got lost on the way back to Eastbourne train station. I was almost arrested because the Eastbourne police saw me walking around in circles and thought I was up to something. The cunts would not even direct em to the station. I ended up walking nine miles to Seaford just in time to catch the last train home.

Before I left her I gave her a Valentine’s Day present. She’d never had one before and was VERY appreciative of receiving it. I did take a few days to ponder what to get her. I even caught myself looking at getting her something with diamonds on it. But I thought that was a bit too much.

So I settled on a box of chocolates, a card and a dog teddy. She loves teddies so I knew she’d like it.

Although I hoped to stay until Sunday evening I really enjoyed myself and it was just what I needed to lift my spirits after the past six months.

Going back to Eastbourne in two weeks to a rave and am looking at staying the weekend again.

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Messy Weekend Part 2

Messy Weekend Part 1

2010-02-16T23:21:29Z

After all the shit that I’ve endured over the past six months or so I thought it might be a nice idea to have a weekend away somewhere. It does me the world of good to get out of London every now and again, I’m not sure why I don’t do it more often.

I settled on Seaford. I enjoy going there and had a blast the last time I went there a couple of years ago. I was hoping to stay in Newhaven as I like staying at the same place I did last time but they were fully booked. So I had to book with a rather snobby woman in Seaford.

I have a word of caution for anyone who finds themselves in Victoria station and needs to buy batteries … BUY THEM AT HOME. You have to pretty much take out a loan just to pay for them.

I found a pub in the station so I was able to have a cheeky pint while I waited for my train to arrive. I arrived early because I had to get the train at the correct time. I managed to get a great deal online and bought my ticket there for only £3, would have cost around £20 if I bought it in person. The only catch was I had to get the train I booked it for.

Thankfully this time there were no mental speed-snorting racists to keep me company on the journey and I read the new edition of MetalHammer magazine from cover to cover.

I hadn’t made any plans apart from just having some drinks. After dropping my case off at the B&B I went into one of the pubs and bumped into a group of ex-school mates who had just come back from the school reunion that they have every now and again and that I’m not invited to after I beat up someone who took liberties with me when I was a lot smaller.

I ended up staying with them for the rest of the night as it was obviously they were not going home early.

After pounding possibly every pub in Seaford we went to the town’s only nightclub, the shit hole that is The Trek. We were asked to leave after about an hour because the local boys did not take too kindly to London lads swaggering in and hitting on the local girls.

We didn’t really know where else to go as the pubs were about to shut. We were thinking of maybe heading into Brighton but then I bumped into an ex-girlfriend of mine who was absolutely hammered with some friends and invited us to go back to her place and carry on the party.

While some of the guys went off to the offy I went back with Dani and hijacked her computer like a sad bastard so I could log into Facebook and talk to someone for about ten minutes. Since my last blog post we have had several chats and have thankfully sorted a lot of stuff out.

I can’t remember a time when I have drunk more alcohol in one night before. I must have put away a good part of a bottle of tequila (they were two small bottles but if you put them together they equal a normal bottle) and my own weight in beer.

It was about 6am when we all fell asleep, just a mass of bodies lying anywhere and everywhere all over the flat.

Not a bad start to the weekend.

Part Two Of This Post Is Available Here

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Messy Weekend Part 1

First Time I’ve Been Dumped By Someone’s Dad

2010-02-09T11:48:54Z

Sometimes I really wonder why I bother being nice to people when it simply gets thrown back in my face time and time again. I’ve done so much for someone over the past week and not even a single thank you or nod of acknowledgement.

Things like worrying myself sick about her being ill, on the verge of handing over a large sum of money to stop her and her children from being evicted from their flat, defending her, offering her advice when she has asked for it and just generally being a supportive person.

Tonight she threw it back in my face for the last time. She picked a fight with me about something that still eludes me several hours later and then told me that she doesn’t want a relationship with me because she wants to focus on a career in the army.

That is what she has been plucking up the courage (sic) to tell me for the past week or so. I knew there was something wrong.

I’ve since found out that the reason she is homeless is because she has become so focussed on joining the army, and making a career out of it, that she decided not to pay her rent and ignored the demand letters.

I’m not even that bothered, I’m more annoyed that she didn’t have the guts to tell me a month ago and I’m slightly embarrassed as her fucking dad had to break the news to me. Honestly, your fucking dad?!

Speaking of ‘dad’ I finally managed to sort out his insurance stuff. I thought mortgage life insurance sounded like the way to go, that way we are covered. Now I’ve got to get the place cleaned up as his social worker is coming tomorrow to look over the place and decide if he needs to be moved or not.

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Been An Utter Shite Week

2010-02-08T22:31:40Z

I’ve been pretty lost with myself this past week. Apart from a bit of fun hanging out with Will, on Monday, the rest of the week has been utter shit and I’ve been walking around in a really grumpy mood like a bear with an incredibly sore and tender head.

I know exactly why I have been in this downer of a mood, it is because I have been worrying myself sick about someone as they were really very ill and I couldn’t do anything to help on the other side of London.

I felt so helpless sitting at home and waiting to get little bits of information about how she is doing. Her dad has been very good and has sent me several messages on Facebook to let me know how she is coming along. He keeps telling me to stop worrying.

I had a small chat with her yesterday which really put me in a great mood as I’ve found out that she is finally better. We managed to sort a things out and I now have bit of a clearer idea of what we both want.

I’m sure the lack of sleep is not helping either as I’m staying up to 5am and 6am in the morning to wait for her to come online to see how she is.

I have been trying to occupy my mind so I’m not stuck at home thinking and worrying. Doing those little things I’ve been putting off like trying get insurance quotes for my dad’s life insurance.

Yesterday I went to football. As the bus stopped over a river I was listening to a song called Breathe No More by Evanescence and I visioned myself slowly drowning in the river in time with the song. That would have probably scared or worried a lot of people but it felt really calm and got me wondering if drowning is one of the better ways to go.

I didn’t last very long at football. In fact I didn’t even get onto the pitch. 18 minutes into the game and I was back on the bus going home. The manager told me I might as well go home as I wasn’t into it and he had plenty of people to cover my position.

I think that might be it as far as football is concerned.

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Been An Utter Shite Week

Returning To The Scene Of The Crime

2010-02-04T18:37:59Z

I have been sitting here and staring at the blank page on my word processor software for the past hour trying to figure out how I start this blog post. I know exactly what I have to say but for some reason I just couldn’t think of the words.

When I sold my collection of blogs, back in October, I really did intend to walk away. Blogging had lost it’s appeal to me and I’d had enough of everything and wanted to leave it all. That decision lasted around six weeks until I set up a new blog called The Angry Blogger.

You know what is weird? I actually missed it. I missed writing the blog posts, I missed the abusive comments that I’d receive from a few people. My new blog just wasn’t the same to me. So I’ve agreed to return since Steven was having difficulty finding time to update this blog.

I have gone back on the pills. I’m making more of an effort to get out of the house and go places. Several people have mentioned that I seem a lot happier, a lot more mellow and more confident lately. That could have something to do with the fact that I have managed to find someone very special who has put a huge smile on my face.

Yep, 2010 has been an awesome year for me so far.

I went out with Will on Monday evening for some drinks and to see the Collings and Herring podcast recording. I like meeting Will because he always says something that cheers me up, this time it was this camp 1920s cartoonesque voice that he gave to his dog when impersonating him.

I enjoyed the show but I was slightly distracted because the ’someone very special who has put a huge smile on my face’ was very ill and to top it off my brother stuck his nose in, started stirring things up and I ended up having a big row with her which pretty much ruined my night and made her feel even worse than she was already feeling.

I won’t go into details but basically he is being really pervy to not just her but it seems every woman that he gets into contact with. I’ve seen the messages he has sent her via text and on Facebook and she had to talk me out of breaking his face on a couple of occasions.

We spoke on the way home and cleared things up a bit but I have a feeling we have gone backwards because of his interference. Why do people do that? Why do people who can’t even sort out their own lives feel it is OK to meddle in other people’s?

I know people who could not hold onto a relationship if you glued it into their hands yet they are experts in how to have a long and successful relationship and insist on sticking their noses in.

Since Monday I’ve been a little bit lost with myself. She has been so ill that all she is doing is sleeping (which is a good thing) and obviously this means I’m not getting to talk to her, which makes me sad as I miss her but because she isn’t in contact with me I’m worried she might be REALLY ill.

My mind works like that at times. If I arrange to meet someone and they are late, and don’t tell me, then I start imagining they have been involved in a horrific traffic accident or are lying dead in their house.

I have been trying to take my mind off things and did what any bloke should do and went and brought myself some electronics. Sadly it didn’t last long. Hopefully I’ll get to speak to her over the weekend if she is feeling better.

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Welcome Back Dean!

2010-01-21T00:30:29Z

Ever since I bought this blog, back in October, there has been a steady stream of people asking me the same question over and over again: why is a guy called Steven Richardson running a blog that is named after a guy called Dean Saliba?

It may have seemed like a bit of a weird thing for me to do but I thought (and still do) that it was a good investment opportunity, along with the other blogs that I purchased.

Since I came here I have not made as many posts as I had hoped I would, this has been very disappointing to me. With that in mind I wanted to approach Dean to see if he would be willing to submit the odd article here and there to the blog.

Well to cut a long story short today he finally agreed to not only contribute articles but to come back and write his regular posts on this blog instead of his new blog The Angry Blogger. This is news that is destined make the regular visitors very happy.

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Ups and Downs

2010-01-25T01:00:23Z

I haven’t updated in a while. This is a mixture of laziness and the fact that I’ve not really had anything to write about. I wanted this blog to be an outlet for me to rant and rave about things and people who annoy me. This has not happened lately because people have been cool. Bunch of cunts!

I met Will for drinks before Christmas. That was cool, I like meeting him and his posh face. We went to a couple of pubs and then went back to his place, stroked his dog (who would rather stay outside in the garden than come back in and be stroked by me again!), drank cognac and smoked fine cigars like lords of the manor.

I spent the next couple of days sleeping as I caught the flu. I probably would have spent most of Christmas Day in bed anyway, but at least now I had an excuse as to why I didn’t leave my bedroom until 9pm to have Christmas dinner.

New Year’s Eve I went out with Reiss. That could have been awkward because someone else wanted to go to the same bash as the one I wanted to attend. Despite her promising that she would happily ignore me I decided not to go. This was a mistake because she now thinks I decided not to go to make her feel bad (not true).

So she decided not to go, I then decided to go. Two days before the day she announces she now wants to go, I still decided to go. The night before the day she announces she is not going and will go somewhere else. Make up your fucking mind love!

I had a great time, although things could have turned sour when Reiss got the hump with me for something I didn’t do and offered me outside. Luckily for him I didn’t accept the offer, I tried to talk to him about it and we are cool now. He probably doesn’t even remember it.

I grew tired at about 3am and headed off home.

Yesterday I decided to go to football. Just to try and lose the spare tyre I have acquired over the holidays. I thought it would be training but we were having a match and I was thrown back into the defence to make up the numbers.

I played well and was pleased with my performance. Although there is not much chance of me playing in league games. Well when the manager says that then you pretty much know which side the bread is buttered.

On the way home Reiss gave me a bit of news which put me on a bit of a downer. It left me wondering whether he told me because he didn’t think or whether he deliberately told me to see if he could provoke a reaction from me.

I’m feeling pretty shitty now.

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