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Goodbye My Friend, I Wish You You Didn't Have To Go	[May. 13th, 2008\|04:16 pm]
Sunday 13th April 2008. Possibly the greatest day of my life. Never have I achieved something so amazing and emotional as I did completing the London Marathon. It meant so much more knowing that I was helping thousands of other people like me with the amazing effort I was putting. I may not have been the fastest or the most athletically gifted, but I did it. I ran the London Marathon and completed it! But one person remained at the back of my mind whilst I muttered to myself the words, "Never Give Up, Never Give In". My friend Sam. I knew that she had been feeling unwell and spent the last 12 months in and out of hospital. She was getting worse and worse and I worried for her so much. I then heard a month before the Marathon that she was on the list for a double lung transplant. Knowing that I had this Marathon coming, I trained and made sure I looked after myself not just for me or the thousands of people with CF, but for her. She was in a hospital bed while I was out running the Marathon. As I passed the starting line I looked at my purple wristband that I always wear reminding me how important it is that I finish this for her. I wanted to make her proud and know that, come Hell or high water, I'd finish this Marathon. I did it in 4 hours, 57 minutes and 1 second. I broke down in floods of tears looking up at the sky with my head in my hands shouting, "I did it!!" 3 weeks later. Sam passed away. I won my battle, but sadly Sam lost hers. Time ran out on her and now she is in Heaven with her sister. I'll always know her as the fun-loving little girl who had the most wonderful smile and fantastic attitude to life. That is something that I will take with me to the day I take my last breath. Some may say I am an inspiration or a hero for what I did in April, but I'm no inspiration. Sam is. Breathe easy Sam. I did the Marathon for you and I hope I made you proud mate. I'm going to miss you. R.I.P. Sam Webb-Jones
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Am I..... Changing?	[Mar. 16th, 2008\|03:23 pm]
Not wanting to use this blog as a place to vent my spleen about my family, but I feel as if I have completely changed from the person I was before and that coming back home spirals me into a time warp. I normally spend most of my time at work, round jennie's or running. I hardly ever spend any time at home other than to sometimes pick stuff up or drop off, eat dinner on a very limited basis and whenever I can, sleep or watch my own favourite televisionb programmes that I have series-linked on Sky+. Now having lived at my home for 23 years, it's made me think that maybe I am outgrowing the nest that I has decided to live in. Will I just need a change of scenery to shake up my life and sift through the life laundry that I have built up? Do I find myself exhumed with my own ideals of how life should be lived? I know full well in the job I'm in and my current life status that I cannot live without my family, but the past 5 hours of today have made me think in a irrational way. Do I really need my family? I particularly feel smothered by my Mum who I constantly feel doesn't trust me to live on my own or with anybody else. Whether this is due to me asking for handouts and working with her last year, I'm not sure. My brother is plain lazy. Full stop. He is not domesticated and feels it's his right and duty to bark orders at everyone whilst making an unwelcome noise or just switching on Top Gear repeat after Top Gear repeat. Most of these are funded through my pocket as rent. My sister seems to be the one person who I get along with the most. She is the one person in my family I can relate to the most and certainly has the same outview on life (work hard, enjoy yourself, etc). However she hardly stays at home and gets on famously with my Mum going on holidays and doing stuff that mothers and daughters should do. Not that I feel alienated, I'd rather my Mum and sister got along than never at all, but a hint of jealousy in the relationship does seem to prang me ever so much. My Dad is always away, which he can't help as his work keeps a roof over our head and puts food on the table. I cannot argue with my Dad (even if we do have our disagreements and differences in views) and he has my respect. I wouldn't dare want to be on the bad side of him as well as my Mum, but is it time that I should plan to leave the nest? I feel like I can't cope with so many people around me doing different things. We're all joined by blood and genes, but our differences lie in what we like. Music taste, tv, what we'd call enjoyment. I enjoy different things and have different tastes. I can't stand having the same thing over and over at home. I have a marathon to plan and fatty, stodgy food is not what my system needs. I'm bricking it about the Marathon!! I even bought food for myself and my Mum thought I was being selfish for buying food that I wouldn't want to share with the family. This is despite me turning down food that is given to me at home for something different because it doesn't suit the habit I'm trying to create for myself. The house is always a tip and 99.9% of the time I feel I'm picking up other people's clothes, rubbish, cleaning their stuff in the kitchen, cooking them food and feeling like I'm taking a job that is severely under-paid and I feel unappreciated. I always feel the focus of my flaws will come up more than the positives and the same patronising 'pats on the back' come up from those who should know better. I'm at the age where I should be trusted, but still those who I trust can't seem to trust me because they don't know me properly. This could be because I'm hardly at home, however that shouldn't be the case. We're family and we all know what we like and don't like. My brother and sister seem to know me more than my parents and seeing the kind of relationship that Jennie has with her Mum & Dad, it does sometimes stick in my throat a bit which a thought of 'I wish I could get on that well with my Mum and Dad'. CJ.
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New Job and Niggling Joints	[Feb. 1st, 2008\|04:04 pm]
And so the first week into my new job has passed and now I'm pining for the weekend and wanting to run. I have indeed built up a habit of WANTING to run. Looking to succeed and knock down any boundaries I may have set myself and yet still, I feel just as unaccomplsihed as before. It's maybe my mentality playing games with me, but most of me wants the Marathon to come along asap. I want to run it and show what I can do, while another part of me is being clever and patient saying, "Not yet!" It's all very strange and physically I'm starting to feel little niggles. Mostly in my ankles. My achilles tendon on my right foot has been the most sore and it has been for the past two weeks. Still, I'm soldiering on, whether that's a good idea or not, and plodding on as I am. I'm planning on really pushing myself tonight. Go for a good hour long run. Maybe even stretch it into an hour and half. I really want to prove myself in a very big way. Already my friends are showing their support by setting up sweepstakes, a darts night and looking to contact Millwall football club to raise awareness and sponsorship monies so that I won't only reach and achieve my target of £2,000, but annihilate it and make my achievements even bigger. I cannot do something as big as this without their help and they've been tremendous!! As for the new job, it's been a good week. The job is very easy to get my head around and the system, althoguh complicated at first to look at, was very easy to pick up and process faults and outages of lamp posts, bollards and signs. It's not the most exciting job in the world, but it pays well, it's easy to get to from my girlfriends and my house and it's not expensive to be here, which is even better! The first day I get paid will be one of saving though as holidays are coming and more goals are to be achieved and accomplished! On to February.... Where it gets tougher, but better!
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... And so it begins.....	[Jan. 7th, 2008\|09:01 pm]
Friday 4th January 2007. That was the day that heralded the beginning of my training for the Flora London Marathon. The running shoes had been bought and worn in, the bright, flourescent yellow running jacket was worn and the unsubtle short white shorts were being worn. On a cold day I began to run to the local leisure centre knowing that I was preparing my body for a lot of pain, but pain that will be worthwhile. It was the start of deciding whether I wanted to attempt the Marathon or DO the Marathon. I want to DO the Marathon. I began running, coughing and spluttering all the stuff that my body began rejecting. Yellow phlegm and mucus coming out of me like sweets out of a pez dispenser and my lungs struggling to calm themselves. I finally regained my breath and composure and did 40 minutes swimming knowing that it was non-impact based exercise and will help with building muscle and gaining stamina. I was going to jog back home, but simply felt knackered and knew that I didn't want to over do it. I couldn't run for another two days as well as a stomach bug on Saturday night/Sunday morning. Monday saw brighter things. I was more prepared. I knew my limits and not to push myself too hard and just get my body used to this type of running. The type of running I haven't done for nearly 7 years back when I was running for Sutton. I jogged, huffed, puffed and coughed some more, but was more than happy with how I felt. I stretched a bit more than I did before and instead of sitting around, I kept moving, stretching and ran myself a hot bath to soak my muscles in. Although still tight in the quads, which I presume is because they are starting to 'grow', I feel great and my body is feeling better for it. I am loading up on carbs (Bread, Pasta) and genuinely feeling better for it. I'm doing the same again tomorrow. 35-45 minutes jogging around a similiar circuit as I did today. I am also realising that I can no longer be a temp. I am sick and tired of sitting around taking meager jobs and just taking the pay check with nothing to show for it apart from making others look good. I want to make myself look good and at least show something beneficial and proud of. Being an admin assistant is definitely not the calling in my life. I know I have a talent for IT and I can further myself. That's why I've decided to apply for a course in IT through Computeach. This may be the best and only way that I can work and earn a living, but also go home and study. I want 2008 a year of achievement for myself. Last year, 2007 was all about doing. Going to Germany and going to rock festivals, seeing bands, going to Vegas, seeing my friends getting married and growing up creating something of their lives. OK, I don't want to rush and get married, that road is a long way away at the moment, but I want to make a person of myself, prove myself and push myself to the best of my abilities. I want to make my parents proud, my girlfriend proud, my family proud, my friends proud and most important of of, I want to be proud of me. Goodbye 2007, you were great fun, but it's time I grew up and looked forward to making something of myself. 2008 - Don't fail me now.... CJ.
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[Dec. 13th, 2007|08:09 pm]

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A few months ago (think it was around June/July time), I applied for an application form to run for Team CF (CF standing for Cystic Fibrosis) in the 2008 Flora London Marathon. It's been something I've wanting to do since I turned 18. It is such an amazing event having seen my Dad run in the Marathon 5 times before. All the cheering and camaraderie of the crowd and runners, the achievement of completing something huge and also (most importantly) raising a lot of money for good worthwhile causes.

So I sent in an application for a Golden Bond place for CF. This is like a runners spot that is reserved by the charity. You have to fill in all sorts of reasons why you want to run and how you will raise the minimum pledge of £2000.

I hear nothing for quite a few months, but initially told that I will get an answer around early December. It's now closing in on mid-December and I still haven;t received anything... until 10th December.....

I then open an envelope with CF Trust written all over it. Thinking nothing of it, I just rip through the envelope to my shock and delight. I had been accepted and offered a place to run for Team CF at the 2008 Flora London Marathon. The life challenge I have been craving to do is finally in my hands. The chance to change the lives of many others who have the same terminal illness as myself have an extra person to held lend a hand to give them the financial support to find a cure. I will be running for Cystic Fibrosis.

I feel truly excited and frightened, but in a good way. It's a nervous energy that will undoubtedly give me the motivation to not fail. To not let anyone down (including myself) and make those around me proud.

Already people are offering sponsorship for me so raising the minimum of £2000 doesn't (for the moment) look like a problem. Starting the training and the fear of failure is what worries me the most.

I will be keeping notes of how I'm doing, what I plan to do training wise, and hopefully offer an insight into what it's like training for something as big and challenging as a Marathon.

I will also have a justgiving page set up soon so that if anyone wishes to donate, please do. No matter how little, it'll make a difference to so many affected by Cystic Fibrosis.

Exactly 4 months to this day.... and counting.....

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6 gigs, 5 days, Birthdays & Chinese	[Jul. 16th, 2006\|12:31 pm]
Well what a week I've had! It's been feeling very long and it's taken a lot out of me which has increased my coughing level in the morning with not only my medication taking a dip, but my all round health has been in good nick. But still I'm aimed to not let that bother me and go out HARDCORE stylee. Starting on the Monday, Kubichek! Very good band that I had only heard from Rob. Wasn't sure what to make of them, but I enjoyed it in the company of Cal, Ollie, Chunk & Gill. This night was very chilled out compared to the enxt day which consisted of fitting in two gigs in one day. The first was the Tiscali Showcase at The Gibson Rooms which me, Cal, Chunk & Ollie had a real job of trying to find. Thankfully, we bumped into Gemma and Claire of the Suffrajets and went to a cafe beforehand for a swift bottle of beer and then to the Gibson Rooms. This also gave me the chance to spread around the gospel according to BYOAV. I got rid of all 10 EPs (5 of which were for The Suffrajets and Graham) and the rest I gave around to the fellow Suffrajet Army and Ribsy. This gig was very quickly becoming my favourite gig as of the FREE BAR they had and so I made full advantage of this by making sure that I didn't have a free hand. I must have drunk 8 bottles in the space of an hour or something accompanied with a glass of white wine (I felt sophisticated for a small while) and after the Jets set (mental!!) I was able to grab whatever was left in a bottle of champagne. After having a brief 'chat' with the 'Jets army and band, me and Cal headed back to meet Chunk & Ollie who were at The Barfly. Me and Cal were a mess by this time and it was about 9pm. We somehow bumped into Ollie & Chunk on the tube as they were busying trying to find somewhere to eat. They had the chance to see The Vasco Era (an amazing bluesy rock band who supported Wolfmother the Friday before) and so me and Cal got our chance to try and watch 5 minutes of the headlining band. This confirmed it as a gig and I went back downstairs and carried on drinking. Chunk had to leave earlier than all of us, so me Cal & Ollie went to fetch so kebabs and ate them at Cal's house to be met by Hilton who was a tad bit annoyed that Cal was drunk. This then turned into a lecture about Cal not keeping him room clean and me siding with Hilton (got to respect your parents wishes. It is their house after all or something to that extent). Ollie was staying round, so I got a tube home completely molest free. Got a lift off my Mum a bit battered and went straight to bed. Woke up the next morning feeling like SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! But I couldn't let that stop me. Work has been very tough at the moment, lots of pressure and toughness by those around me. So I've had the added pressure of those at work. If I switch off for one second like look at my e-mail or browse something that isn't work just so I can keep myself focused and not fall asleep I get threatened. Sometimes I just feel that work want me as a robot, not a human being, but that's work. I've got to show my worth. I've been threatened with a written warning (which was quite rightly ripped up) and that served as a tiny kick up the arse. Whether I deserved it or not, I don't know, but it has certainly kept me on my toes. I got some even better news which was Carl going round to tout for a ticket for Billy Talent. This was great news as I was afraid that I was going to be on my tod all night. After work, got to Tottenham court Road and the place is crawling with self hating emo's, but I'll get to the point later as to why I bring them up. After McDonald's me and a slightly spiky Carl queued for Astoria which was the longest I had seen it. After a midget made us sign up to the Billy Talent mailing list (not my e-mails of course ;-) ) and gave us some free stuff the queue moved and we were in. I got shunned by bar staff who said I needed ID. Had to pay an extra £1.50 to get my bag out to take my passport out. Compared to the kids who had come along I looked like their weird bearded uncle and for Carl, it was like he was the giant in 'Land of the Giants'. First support was Rueben to Carl's delight. He wanted to get involved so him and me stormed in. Within 4 seconds I got an elbow in the back of the head and got called a 'fucking prick' by lovely little lady dressed in black hair, black eye liner, black clothes and a black black black soul. She then followed that little tirade with a kick up the arse. Being the man I am I apologised and promised that she wouldn't get hurt. One condescending look and a stare of 'what have I done?' to her boyfriend/faggot mate to which he gave me the same 'whatever' look. Now here I go into one on my soap box. Emo's. CHEER THE FUCK UP! You think you have it hard, well that is bullshit! You make the life you lead. You hate yourself for people hating you. See the problem there? You're idle personalities do not rub well with those who see you as stupid attention seeking ignoramuses. You listen to whiny rock crying about how your life is so unfair in suburbia. Whoop-dee-doo! You're making your life a mess by yourself. Learn to grow up and look back and see how stupid you looked. And if you are right infront of a mosh pit, don't think you won't get hit or knocked back because you will. If you don't like it, move back or go upstairs. If you can't accept that you are not the sun the the Earth revolves around then maybe you will learn to accept that there are decent human people who are friendly compassionate and helpful as well as keeping their manners and respect for those around them who are not the same as yourselves. And thanks to that little lady, I will show as much respect and compassion as she had for me at Reading. If any emo tries it they WILL GET IT! SERIOUSLY! FUCK YOU YOU EMO FUCKS! CUNTS THE LOT OF YA! phew Finally got that off my chest. Anyway, Rueben were great, but it was getting sweltering and after the night before I wasn't in the mood for getting bashed around and having the piss ripped out of me by a little emo twunt so I stayed upstairs with a 16 year old admirer of Carls. I can't remember her name, and I'm sure Carl can't remember hers, but she took quite a shine to him and our muscles. Anyway, Billy Talent came on and didn't do Living in the Shadows, and their new stuff doesn't match up to their first album. Ahh well, nae mind. Still enjoyed it. Me and Carl even avoided the weirdos on the Northern Line. Quite disappointed about that, but you can't have everything I guess. Next day, I am really REALLY knackered now. The Automatic was next up and my body was gonna have to reserve its energy. So after a foot long Subway Melt I was on the hooch again and funnily enough bumped into jc and Conic! Huzzah! More people! GET IN! Met up with their 3 friends who I took an instant shine to. I became their friend instantly when I phoned up someone they knew and called him a 'Wanker'. This show was gonna be great. After the first support (can't remember their name) and Mumm-ra, Automatic came on and everyone went mental. Beforehand I went upstairs and got a nosebleed. How that happened I don't know by hanging your nose over a tap for 10 minutes is not fun. So I stuck to the sides to watch the rest of Pennie & co.'s set. The cover of Gold digger was..... alternative. VERY alternative. But the guys for the land of sheep put on a good show. jc was covered in permanent ink all up and down his arms and face and Conic looked shattered after I saw him get pushed through to outside after crowdsurfing. Seems ULU have learnt their lesson after a certain someone got on stage twice, crowdsurfing, stage dived and danced around like a looney before being taken away by a big menacing security guard. Got home with by body still intact and had one gig left to go. Rifles at the Tiscali Showcase at Islington Bar Academy. But it wasn't just that gig that was on the itinary. It was also little Marie's 17th Birthday. The plan was to be at Cal's house, everyone would be there, Marie would open her presents and much munching of cheesecake was to be had. So I go through the door of Cal's room with Laura screaming 'No! No! No!' while Cal wore a dirty smile screaming 'YES!' in ecstacy. Turned out that Cal bet Laura a blow job that I would be the next person up. This was then followed by Laura losing another bet (this time, receiving anal) as Chunk & Gill were next upstairs. Sadly there was to be no Ollie which dampened Cal's night. Marie then appeared and her presents were opened with a lot of anticipation and excitement. After the present unveiling we hopped to Angel to get to Burker King and The Rifles. After Burger King I started to feel bad. Really bad. I was getting constant stitches in my lungs and I could hardly breath at times. The beer probably wasn't helping, but I needed some time to take some deep breaths and get rid of the muckus in my system that was causing these stabbing pains. I think it was the whole week finally catching up with me. I had 5 days in a row of non-stop work, gigs and drink. My body had gone through the wars and with other things bothering me that I can't seem to shake off I was finding it difficult and the whole ordeal of feeling unwell, tired and having to stuff down whatever was bothering me wasn't helping. The Rifles helped forget the pain and the bother and were excellent as ever. Robin Hood and Local Boy were both amazing. Can't wait to see these guys TWICE when they play Garage and HMV. Afterwards, all the thoughts I had before came back. I was like a whirling dervish down the stairs and escalators and I just felt like I wanted to be alone for a few hours. I was feeling depressed. What the hell was wrong with me?!! I hardly ever feel like this! Last time I felt like this I had to see a psychologist to get my head sorted. Was there seriously something wrong with me? With all this going on, I went away from everyone was thought most of me and broke down. The pains in my chest were back and I was crying wonder of the whys and hows. I also didn't want to ruin Marie's brithday. Friday night was all about her. It was her special day turning 17 and I didn't want a blubbering CJ to ruin it. She was the first person to check how I was and I really am thankful for her lending her support there and then. Same with Laura outside the off licence when we lost Chunk & Gill who both went for a walk. So after getting the shit out of my system, a couple of 'sexy lunges' later and we were back at Cal's drowning our sorrows eating jaffa cakes and having some 'Nelson Mandelas'. Saturday morning I woke to the sound of my own coughing so I got out of the bed and went downstairs to get some water, went back upstairs to see if my coughing had settled (which it hadn't) and so I went and slept in Cal's bed (just a note: Cal was not in the bed). My body was in tatters. But would I have changed it? Would I have resorted to laying back and giving up and stopping everything I do? I guess that would be the responsible thing and show some kind of discipline, but I would not change anything about my friends. The people that I spent this week with I treasure their company and their warmth. I am very lucky to have stumbled acorss a message board and been able to meet different but very like-minded people and I know that with each step I take, they'll be by my side all the way. Those friends I had to leave after many episodes of South Park and Nando's as my Aunt Morag was down from Aberdeen working in London. So as well as a meal at Nando's, I had a massive ALL YOU CAN EAT chinese meal. I was close to bursting and after much chow mein & tiger beer, I was done for the day. The long 6 days were over. I am now at home listening to Alkaline Trio whilst typing up this long old story of the past week in my faded blue boxers. I'll leave you with that 'nice' mental image and bid you a good next week! Take care all! CJ.
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Leaving Home?	[Jun. 27th, 2006\|11:19 am]
Hi people, I know I said I would update you about what has been going on over the past few weeks after my trip up to Aberdeen, but this is ground breaking! This morning I received an e-mail from my best mate on the planet Dave. Another e-mail talking about a gig or something I presumed as I clicked on the unread message in my inbox. It wasn't about a gig or coming up to Milton Keynes, it was something far far FAR more important. He asked me if I was ever thinking of moving out of my house and moving into a flat. Dave really wants to have his own place as he's been living in a flat with a work mate and friend of his in Milton Keynes. But that accomodation is only temporary and he'll be moving back to London in late 2007. Now he'll have trouble trying to find a flat mate and I am chuffed to bits he's asked me. I know that moving can be very stressful and there is always the anxiety of 'leaving the nest'. But this could be the big step and goal in my life I need. By the time he will be looking for a flat, he'll be close to 23 and I'll be 22. Both in our early 20's wanting to have fun and live life and do what most lads in the early twenties do. Sit in a fat arse chair, eating pizza, watching football and playing Pro Evo on the X-Box 360. But it'll be great to have my own independence. My own space. The fact I can invite my mates round, have people come over and not worry about waking up my family when stumbling in on a Friday night would be great. I've also lived most of my life sharing a room with my brother. And me to have my own room would be great. My own private room. MY ROOM. Not me and my brother's room. MY ROOM! I also feel that it'll help my relationship more with my family. The fact that I'll be staying somewhere else and then every now and then I'll pop over to see my Mum & Dad or my brother and sister, it'll feel like a little holiday. But with such things as moving and having my own place there are always the negatives to weigh up. There are always the tid bits I've got to get the hang of. Washing and Ironing and discplining myself to do these choirs will be vital. I need to get myself in some kind of order there. Keeping the place tidy which I find difficult anyway with a brother sharing a room and generally using each other as an excuse for the state of the room. My pay as well at the moment isn't high enough to share a flat at the moment. I'm going to start saving up £100 each month into my savings so that I have a big cushion to fall on if anything is needed up front. In things like property, you've got to be prepared and I've got a lot of cash to raise and a lot of homework to do. There's the location of the place where we'll want to stay which could become an issue. I work in the city, while Dave will probably be working in Surrey. Wimbledon would be lovely and pretty convenient as Wimbledon is on the District line, but anywhere else could cause a bit of a problem for me. But these are problems that I'll have to face. You can't go through life without challenges being put in front of you otherwise there is no point in living without something to challenge you in some way, shape or form. This is also a chance to prove myself. That I have grown out of being a kid, that I can do responsible and adult things such as this. Moving out is a big change in lifestyle too and with the areas we're looking for could be the making or breaking of my life. Besides, I'm looking forward to it, but I have a long long way before anything can be decided. Dave won't be back until September 2007 at the very least. But that's good. Time's on our side. Get some good advice from the folks, people who've been there, done that, got the t-shirts and the scars to show. And for once I feel like I have a life goal! Something I felt for a long time I didn't have. Yeah, saving for a trip to Las Vegas. The holiday will be amazing, but it's not going to be life changing. Me moving will mould me and open a new chapter in my life. And I for one am looking forward to it. CJ.
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