Madferit

Is It Worth the Aggravation

            I fucking hated manual labor but who doesn't? I wasn't destined to spend the rest of my life digging holes. But times were tough back then. There was hardly any work to be had thanks to the lovely Maggie Thatcher. And the work that could be found was shit. Thank fuck it paid decent enough.

Our Mam had finally secured a house from the council so we could leave our fucking father behind...in living arrangements at least.

Paul and I still had to work for him though. We didn't have to I guess but it paid well (when he actually paid us, that is) and fuck knows we needed the money. Mam tried to give us everything we asked for but it was quite the struggle for her and we knew that. It was only right we did our part to help out.

Concreting fucking sucked and moving onto the gas lines was no fucking better. Up early and done late. And sometimes at the weekends.

I know I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. If it weren't for our Paul, I'd have never gotten that job at Kennedy's Civil Engineering. Digging holes. That's what it was – digging fucking holes. Outside of course where it was fucking freezing.

And it was on one of those Arctic days when I had my accident. My Blighty wound as some people loved to take the piss. But I didn't do it on purpose!

It was early in the morning. The sun had just come up and that bright orange pierced through the gloom of the sky. No one was fucking about but yet they still weren't paying attention.

"JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!" I screamed as fell to the ground and held my foot. I'd lost feeling in it. Was it going to have to be amputated? What the fuck would happen?

"Oh shit! Sorry, mate!" I heard someone say but I couldn't be arsed to find out who it was.

And then everyone just disappeared. They walked off to do some other task and left me there. Had my foot turned black? What the fuck?!

Paul weren't working that day either. I was fucked. So fucked...

But then again, maybe I wasn't.

"You'll be sat in here 'til your foot heals up." My boss said as he led me into the store. "You'll be responsible for handing out nuts and bolts when the lads come in to get 'em. Think ya can handle it?"

"Yes, sir." I said with a grin. People could take all the mick they wanted but jealousy is an evil cunt.

When he'd finally gone, I grabbed my acoustic from where I set it behind the counter. It was going to be a long day and what better way was there to pass the time?

I sat it in my lap, tuned it to where it needed to be, and then began the riff I'd been working on. I nicked part of it from a very classic tune but knew mine would be just as classic one day. In fact, it was going to be timeless.

Is it my imagination

Or have I finally found

Something worth living for?

Author's Note:

I know this one's a bit short but I'm happy I finally wrote something else from Noel's POV! I started Liam's Journal as well which is another tie-in to Let Me Put You In The Picture. I really didn't plan for the beginning dates of it to line up with the current dates of now but I'm kind of happy it did. Feel free to have a look at it if you'd like. My sister and I have finally booked a hotel for when we go see Noel. Apparently there's a Guns and Roses concert somewhere in the city the night before. I messed up and said it was the Stone Roses when I told my mom about it. To be honest, I wish it was. That would make for one heck of a couple days. I don't know if my sister would agree or not though. I've already got her talked into going as early as we can so we can get in line as soon as possible. It's an outdoor venue with only one line and I hope to get as close to the front as we can. I'm sorry for rambling. When I get on the subject of Noel/Liam/Oasis/etc. it's hard to stop. Same goes for Jet. And I'm sure you feel the same way although you may feel differently about Jet. If you do like Jet and ever want to gush about them with someone, I'd be happy to join in. I'm going to wear one of my Jet t-shirts to the concert. I'd wear a Noel one but I want to be different. Plus they're the ones who brought me to him in the first place. Thanks again for reading!