Memoirs of a Nutter We have had Blobbs nod experiences so I thought I would do one of a nutter as it's the next in alphabetical order. You are always the last one to know if you are mentally ill, your drinkin mates tell you ' Stirl, yer fcukin mad' but it is in one ear and out the other, the memory is sharp as a tack though and I remember every thing I said and did on the day I was sectioned and every thing else thereafter. Last day at work was Friday 27th March 1998, I turned up dressed in black Doc's, black vest and black Lycra cycling bottoms and immediately got into a strop with my supervisor, would have dropped the cnut had it not been for Dave E stepping in. Went to boiler house with Dave for a cuppa and sort out what needed doing that day, pissed off home about half nine. Had a shower and was in the Northern Wall for opening time, Chris the landlord behind the bar, 'Pint Stirlin ?'....'Aye', pint proffered. 'Stirlin will pay for this when he comes in, he is flying in from LA today' Chris exit stage left¦..second pint same response, Went for a walk, spotted all the wasters and smack heads swearing at a group of tourists so went across and picturised them, they moved on. Walked the mile or so down to the cop shop and stood outside and glared at them for a bit then went back into town, spotted Trudi the Spread Eagle ( my local ) manager but she managed to avoid me so I went back to the N.Wall. By this time Andy S was behind the bar ( Andy had been a friend for donkeys ) 'Stirl what the fcuk are you on, are you gonna pay for these drinks' I handed over my credit card wallet and as Andy went to the till I pissed off. Bumped into Mucky Moira and bummed a tab, went on a walk round the city walls. Went home ( home was in a former seed mill, being the lift tower I had the sixth floor all to myself ) had another shower and demolished what was left of last nights pizza, had a tab and got some shut eye for a few hours. Out about 1700 down to the Rose and Crown, couple of mates in but did not buy a drink but picked on the first stranger I came across and offered him outside, before anything could kick off the landlord told my mates to get me out of his pub which they duly did and off we went to the Spread them two complaining that I had fcuked up their evening. Into the Spread , immediately started to harass people and Trudi called the old bill, went for a pee then out the back door, round the back of the motorbike clothing shop and back onto the street walking towards the Spread, meat wagon screeched to a stop outside Spread and I thought a scrap had started in the pub so quickened my step, Trudi and Tina the assistant manager came out of the pub and said 'He has gone' and there was me walking towards them, 2 bill grabbed me and I got into the meat wagon without too much protest as I knew that my rescue squad would be on the case when they found out what had happened. Next episode, my night in cells.