Sunday, 30 October 2011

The need to get over ourselves and get on.

"Experience shows that few alcoholics will long stay away from a group just because they don't like the way it is run. Most return and adjust themselves to whatever conditions they must. Some go to a different group, or form a new one. In other words, once an alcoholic fully realizes that he cannot get well alone, he will somehow find a way to get well and stay well in the company of others." Bill W., Letter, 1943 c.1967AAWS, As Bill Sees It, p. 312

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Sunday, 23 October 2011

Marco Simoncelli and Kitty's Wishing Tree.

I'm a motor sport fan, I love fast cars and I love fast bikes. Always have done, ever since I was a little kid. As a result you can more or less guarantee where I'll be on a F1 or Moto GP race weekend. I hit the reline button on my chair and accompanied by my Son Jack I kick back. This is how it was today as we settled down to watch the Malaysian GP. A race that was to be stopped in the second lap in the most tragic of circumstances. A race where 24 year old Marco Simoncelli was to lose his life.

 A giant of a man who road a GP bike in a blaze of pokey out knees and elbows. He also had a huge, some would say mighty, head of hair. But Christ could he ride a bike.

It's an odd thing how as we become followers of various folk, we develop some kind of attachment. That's how it is with me, that's how come I cried this morning when Marco Simoncelli died, the same way I did in 1994 when Ayrton Senna died. It's times like this when it would be easy to feel down and ask that age old question, Why?

This afternoon we all jumped in the car and set off for a Sunday afternoon walk. Not really having much of a plan we ended up wondering through some local woods and came across "Kitty's Wishing Tree".

I have absolutely no idea who Kitty is (or possibly was) but stumbling across this tree covered in the wishes of so many before us really did warm my heart, even the one that said "I wish saleem was dead".

You see this is, as far as I can see, it. We live our lives and we make our wishes, once in a great while they come true. Sometimes when they come true great things happen, sometimes tragic things and sometimes nothing. The point is if we let then our wishes can be wonderful amazing things. We show up, we do our best and we deal with the consequences, good or bad.


Friday, 21 October 2011

Just something I like

"Let us never fear needed change.
Certainly we have to discriminate between changes for worse
and changes for better.
But once a need becomes clearly apparent
in an individual, in a group, or in AA as a whole,
it has long been found out that we cannot stand still
and look the other way.
The essence of all growth is a willingness
to change for the better
and then an unremitting willingness
to shoulder whatever responsibility this entails
Bill W., July 1965
c.1967AAWS, As Bill Sees It, p. 115

Saturday, 15 October 2011

The 'we' version.

Anyone who has ever attended a Twelve Step meeting will be most familiar with the Serenity Prayer. We say it time and time again. I wonder however, how many say it as it is written in the 12x12. The 'we' version of this wonderfully prayer, for me, rounds up what the whole thing is about. Alone I'm screwed, together in fellowship I have a chance. Don't be surprised if you see a nice big, new 'we' version of the serenity prayer next time you get to Ringwood on a Thursday night.

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Friday, 14 October 2011

I still find the misfortune of others hilarious

It's odd that after almost nine years trying to become a spiritual giant I still find the misfortune of others hilarious. A man who has been mistakingly popping his post in a dog shit bin is for me truly side splitting. As is a man walking into a lamppost or falling down a manhole. I hope I never stop laughing as such things.

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Wednesday, 12 October 2011

As if it's gona be different,

It's been a few hours, a few long and painful hours. Tonight I've been mostly trying to install iso 5 on my iphone. Those of you who know will appreciate the importance of this. Time and time again it has failed and time and time again I have continued trying as if it's gona be different, It wasn't. I know (or at least I think I know) what I need to do but I'm buggered if I can work out how to do it. How do I find and then delete the downloaded ios from itunes so I can start again and hopefully get rid of the glitch? Fucked if I know.

So here I sit with a head full of high class problems wondering how I'm going to get to sleep no having iso 5 on my phone. Then out of nowhere it hits me, what the fuck am I doing? what the fuck am I thinking?

You see when I finally got clean I made a deal. I'll give of myself as freely as I can at any given point for as long as I can at any given point. Simple. This of course was long before iso 5, of iso of any sort. Nevertheless the guiding principle remains the same. Get the fuck out of self and I'll be ok.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

So far up our own arse holes

Our public relations policy is based on attraction rather than promotion; we need always maintain personal anonymity at the level of press, radio, television and films. 

It's a funny old Tradition that one. Of course I understand why it's needed and I know the history behind it's development. However, it seems to me that the overwhelming desire to get so far up our own arse holes can easily prevent us from carrying the message that saved our lives.

Anonymous and secret are different things. As readers of this blog know, I've been in recovery for a number of years now and an active member of a Twelve Step fellowship. The link below will take you to the Cocaine Anonymous 2012 World Convention page. Have a look, it's gona be quite a thing. 

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Come and have a look

This turned out to be a woefully foolish mistake.

You can either have a filling or I can simply pull the tooth, that's what he said, "simply pull the tooth".
Now, as some of you know, I'm a lover of all things simple so with this in mind I instructed my trusty Dentist to as he said "simply pull the tooth". This turned out to be a woefully foolish mistake.

In truth I should have ran for the hills when he told me it was turning out to be harder then first thought. Of course by then it was far to late. Three roots on this tooth he said and it's not keen on coming out, not fucking keen? not fucking keen!!!

The conversation then took what I believe to be a turn for the worst. The man with the pliers explained he was going to need to cut my tooth into three parts and take one bit at a time with its corresponding root.  Few words can express the joy such a statement evokes. In truth my regret was only increased when after an hour he started working on the third and final remaining root and told me it had fused to the bone and would have to stay where it was. Probably won't give you any trouble in the future though he said. This from the same man who told me an hour earlier he could simply pull the tooth. I have to say I'm not filled with hope, not even slightly.

So here I am two days latter still feeling like I've been kicked in the face and wondering to my self why I trusted the man in the white coat with the face mask on. What is it that makes anyone trust such a person? especially when he's heading towards your mouth with a pair of pliers?

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Thank you for listening.

Just been mooching about the new blogger interface and noticed my little old blog has been looked at by over eight thousand people since I started gently rambling on a couple of years ago. And that in turn got me thinking, why? You see the thing is I sill have this deep seated belief that no one wants to listen to the shit I go on about, mostly because it has very little substance and is mostly light and of no real consequence. Then I realized that's exactly the sort of stuff I like to listen to and even from time to time read.

Sometimes it seems the whole world are taking themselves just a tad to seriously and that's where  something and nothing starts to sound appealing. Blogs about people in history with big hats, great philosophers, the size of flairs in the seventies have all clicked their way from my trusty macbook outward to anyone bothered to have a look. And that I guess is why more then a few have dropped into The World of Dobbo and had a look. It's not a ground breaking blog, It's not going to change the word, however, it might put a smile on someone's face and that can seldom be a bad thing. If you happen to be one of the people who have returned to look again, I hope it's made you smile and thank you for listening.