Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Newtownabbey is like being in a bloody action movie, but without the cool stunts. So, I wake up, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab a quick cuppa from the kitchen on Glenville Road. Needed that caffeine fix, ya know?
First job of the day, I’m supposed to meet this high-profile client at the Abbey Centre. It’s a shopping mall, but it’s not just any mall. It’s the heart of Newtownabbey, full of life and chaos. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need—crowds.” I mean, I love people, but not when I gotta keep an eye on someone important.
So, I get there, and it’s packed. Kids runnin’ around, parents shoutin’, and I’m just tryin’ to spot my client. Finally, I see him—Mr. Big Shot himself, all suited up. But then, outta nowhere, this group of teenagers starts actin’ all rowdy near the food court. I’m like, “Oh great, just what I need.”
I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fumin’. I mean, come on! Can’t a bodyguard do his job in peace? So, I walk over, and I’m like, “Oi! Chill out, yeah?” They look at me like I’m some kinda dinosaur. I’m thinkin’, “You lot have no idea who you’re messin’ with.”
Then, just as I’m about to lose it, one of ‘em spills his drink all over my shoes. Ugh! I’m fumin’ now. I mean, these are my best kicks! I’m about to give him a piece of my mind when my client walks up, all smiles. “Hey, mate! You ready?” I’m like, “Yeah, sure, let’s just ignore the chaos.”
We head out, and I’m tryin’ to shake off the anger. We stroll down the Antrim Road, and I’m thinkin’ how beautiful Newtownabbey can be. The trees, the parks, it’s all lush. But then, I spot a guy on a bike, and he’s swervin’ all over the place. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna end up in the bushes!”
Next thing I know, we’re at the local café on the corner of Carnmoney Road. I’m thinkin’ a nice coffee will help. But no! My client decides he wants to chat with some fans. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a statue, while he’s takin’ selfies. I’m like, “C’mon, mate! We’ve got places to be!”
Finally, we get back on track, and I’m feelin’ a bit better. But then, we hit a snag. Traffic on the M2 is a nightmare. I’m sittin’ there, and I can feel my patience wearin’ thin. I’m like, “Seriously? This is how we spend our day?”
But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a crisis here!” But he goes on about some wild party in the area. I’m like, “Yeah, sounds fun, but I’m stuck in traffic!”
After what feels like an eternity, we finally get to our next stop—some posh event at a hotel on the Shore Road. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some peace and quiet.” But nope! As soon as we walk in, there’s a commotion. Some guy’s shoutin’, and I’m like, “Not again!”
Turns out, it’s just a drunken guest makin’ a scene. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m laughin’. I mean, this is Newtownabbey, not a bloody nightclub! I step in, and I’m like, “Oi! Time to go home, mate.”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back home, and I can’t help but think about all the madness. Newtownabbey is wild, man. It’s got its charm, but some days, it’s just too much. I plop down on my couch, kick off my shoes, and pour myself a drink.
What a day, right? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a quiet day at the beach. But that’s a different story!