Well, I've returned from my long break to the world of blogging. Why you ask? Damned if I know...
I rejoin you at the end of the year, when Christmas has just finished and now people are looking forward to doing some crazy shit for NYE 2009, as the youngsters call it now. Someone told me that they're planning on attending a party where everyone arrives at a certain destination, is blindfolded, packed onto a bus and then driven to a secret location, where the party actually takes place. Can you imagine that happening in London?! I wouldn't like to think where you'd end up after allowing a stranger to blindfold you and drive you somewhere...
So New Year's Resolutions are going to be the hot topic now, as people vainly promise that they'll get fit in the new year, or stop watching telly as often. How many times I've told myself that this year will be different, but I'm sure this year WILL be different... I don't know what I'll promise to do yet, but whatever it is it's going to be very easy. What are your plans, out there in the real world? Even thought about it?
Personally I'm more excited about New Year's Eve. Christmas is all well and good, but it lacks the sheer "get wasted and do weird stuff" spirit that comes with NYE. Not that that's a morally good thing by any stretch of the imagination, but you only live once. Well, unless you're Hindu of course, then you might get another crack at it. ANYWAY, I'd just like to sycophantically wish everyone a great New Year's Eve, and a great new year for that matter, until it gets to February and everyone gives up hope.
I've felt very removed being at university. I still get the news, but not having a television seems to remove me somewhat. I didn't feel very Christmassy at all this year; usually, from November I have the T.V. harping away at me, making me want to buy things and filling me with festive cheer, but not this year. I didn't even hear much of the music, so when it came to Christmas it was quite a shock. The highlight though had to be the Dr. Who episode - what on Earth (and beyond) is going on?! Return of the Time Lords? Exciting stuff. The geek in me revelled in the possibilities of what this could mean. But what it does signify is the end of David Tennant's stint as the Doctor, which is a shame, as I liked him in many different and disturbing ways. So here's to you chap, you will now only ever be remembered as the Doctor, however your career pans out.
Well, I've taken up enough of your time, until the next one, enjoy yourselves irresponsibly.
Saturday 26 December 2009
Sunday 2 August 2009
The RULES???
Has anyone else heard of these incredibly sexist blasphemies known as "The Rules"? They are a set of ten guidelines that women should follow in order to meet "Mr. Right" and eventually trap in the unholy bonds of marriage.
You might think, what's so bad about that? In today's society, when men are often seen as sexist pigs who abuse women, who would blame them for wanting to find a good man who will take care of them? It's fair enough.
WRONG!
It is almost as if the two women who write this drivel are trying to turn the tables on men, by being as insensitive and crass as the men they claim to be chasing. Although, as one of their "golden rules" states, "Men chase women."
Bull-hockey!
Men get just as raw a deal in modern society now as women. In countless television shows, mostly American sit-coms, men are portrayed as childish and dopey, whom women constantly turn down and ridicule, whereas the women are beautiful, successful and constantly the attention of dozens of guys, whom they periodically turn down and ridicule. This is proof at least in part that women have some sort of equality in this world. Obviously it is not perfect, but some of the more puritannical women should remember that men do get a raw deal too.
Anyway, I'm still in Scotland. I'm sure you were all pondering my disappearance from society and wondering why I wasn't returning your calls.
It's beautiful here, even if it is a bit Scottish. The people are all very friendly, and the local countryside is simply gorgeous. The view from the house we're in is stunning, looking over the Atlantic and many of the local Scottish islands. Even the weather has been pretty generous, with only a couple of days of rain preventing us from venturing outdoors. We even managed to collect a bucketful of mussels from the beach and eat them in the evening. Delish!
Kate is shaking her head disapprovingly at my rant as I type. I can understand why.
The house where we're staying is the scene of the recent deaths on the trawler in northern Scotland. For a couple of days we could see the upturned hull as it floated in the loch, but now it is gone, taken away by a much larger ship with cranes. Exciting stuff.
Anyway I think that's enough raw material to start off August. Hope you're all having a good holiday, and I'll see you all soon.
You might think, what's so bad about that? In today's society, when men are often seen as sexist pigs who abuse women, who would blame them for wanting to find a good man who will take care of them? It's fair enough.
WRONG!
It is almost as if the two women who write this drivel are trying to turn the tables on men, by being as insensitive and crass as the men they claim to be chasing. Although, as one of their "golden rules" states, "Men chase women."
Bull-hockey!
Men get just as raw a deal in modern society now as women. In countless television shows, mostly American sit-coms, men are portrayed as childish and dopey, whom women constantly turn down and ridicule, whereas the women are beautiful, successful and constantly the attention of dozens of guys, whom they periodically turn down and ridicule. This is proof at least in part that women have some sort of equality in this world. Obviously it is not perfect, but some of the more puritannical women should remember that men do get a raw deal too.
Anyway, I'm still in Scotland. I'm sure you were all pondering my disappearance from society and wondering why I wasn't returning your calls.
It's beautiful here, even if it is a bit Scottish. The people are all very friendly, and the local countryside is simply gorgeous. The view from the house we're in is stunning, looking over the Atlantic and many of the local Scottish islands. Even the weather has been pretty generous, with only a couple of days of rain preventing us from venturing outdoors. We even managed to collect a bucketful of mussels from the beach and eat them in the evening. Delish!
Kate is shaking her head disapprovingly at my rant as I type. I can understand why.
The house where we're staying is the scene of the recent deaths on the trawler in northern Scotland. For a couple of days we could see the upturned hull as it floated in the loch, but now it is gone, taken away by a much larger ship with cranes. Exciting stuff.
Anyway I think that's enough raw material to start off August. Hope you're all having a good holiday, and I'll see you all soon.
Thursday 16 July 2009
And now for something completely different...
Well, not really. It's going to be more of the same old complaining drivel as usual. In these times of economic downturn and war, change is something people really don't want to see, so I'm not going to upset anyone.
Who would've thought that accents could make such a big difference to a girl being attractive? When I was in Alton Towers, there were plenty of lookers, but then they'd open their mouths and from them would come words so garbled by their strange dialect it made one want to fall to the ground screaming, clutching at one's ears. So, obviously, the Midlands dialect doesn't sit well with me. Maybe they think that my accent is terrible, and they'd like nothing better than to punch me in my southern mouth.
Of course, that is ridiculous, as I have a sublime voice.
Despite that, they would probably not hesitate in attacking anyway.
There's nothing worse than realising that you have more in common with old(er) people than you do with your contemporaries. When I returned my book that I got with the tokens I won for the History prize, Humphrey Lyttleton's autobiography, I ended up having a fairly long chat with Mrs. Adams about the man, not only for his radio work but for his work as a jazz trumpeter, which then led to us talking about the British jazz scene in the 1950's. The worst thing about it is, I actually ENJOYED talking about it! Oh DEAR.
On the plus side, I am now completely prepared to endure a zombie uprising. Everyone to my house and we'll slaughter the fuckers!
It always works in the films.
On the plus side, I managed to shut everyone up about my valve trombone. They all thought it was uncool, but then they saw me playing and thought twice. Yes, I am just that cool.
Don't deny it.
Who would've thought that accents could make such a big difference to a girl being attractive? When I was in Alton Towers, there were plenty of lookers, but then they'd open their mouths and from them would come words so garbled by their strange dialect it made one want to fall to the ground screaming, clutching at one's ears. So, obviously, the Midlands dialect doesn't sit well with me. Maybe they think that my accent is terrible, and they'd like nothing better than to punch me in my southern mouth.
Of course, that is ridiculous, as I have a sublime voice.
Despite that, they would probably not hesitate in attacking anyway.
There's nothing worse than realising that you have more in common with old(er) people than you do with your contemporaries. When I returned my book that I got with the tokens I won for the History prize, Humphrey Lyttleton's autobiography, I ended up having a fairly long chat with Mrs. Adams about the man, not only for his radio work but for his work as a jazz trumpeter, which then led to us talking about the British jazz scene in the 1950's. The worst thing about it is, I actually ENJOYED talking about it! Oh DEAR.
On the plus side, I am now completely prepared to endure a zombie uprising. Everyone to my house and we'll slaughter the fuckers!
It always works in the films.
On the plus side, I managed to shut everyone up about my valve trombone. They all thought it was uncool, but then they saw me playing and thought twice. Yes, I am just that cool.
Don't deny it.
Monday 29 June 2009
I've been thinking...
Always a dangerous thing to hear me say. It is often followed by some incredibly badly thought out political argument, or a plan which everyone seems to agree with, but in actual fact couldn't give two...
Anyway, why is it that flies have evolved with an incredibly complex array of sensors that help them navigate their way around... and yet they never choose the right bloody window to fly out of! They always go for the ones that are shut or don't even open. Even if they are confused by their sensory thing surely they can feel the breeze emanating from the window barely 3 inches to their left! It's just inconsiderate, that's what it is.
I also noticed that when I have my bag on, and my shadow is played out in front of me, I look like my trousers are hanging low, much like the gangsters wear them. ("Gangsters", they don't know the meaning of the word.) I feel proud.
Well, very little is going on at the moment, which is probably good considering I'm on holiday. I haven't gone to bed before 12 for a few days now, which really can't be doing me much good. What with all this heat, I should be dead by now. I'm going to put it down to sheer pluck that I'm still alive.
I'm getting a valve trombone! "What's that?" I hear you cry. "Who cares?" comes another solitary call from the back of the room. It's basically a trombone but with trumpet valves instead of a slide. See, makes sense doesn't it? It's very exciting news for me anyway.
Doesn't life seem a bit empty without the dread of school hanging over us? I have no direction anymore, except to keep playing trombone and reading, lest my mind go mad! How are you all dealing with the stress of nothingness?
It's a dichotomy that we complain about school when we're there, but lament about its disappearance from our lives. Rather like the weather. We complain when it's hot, we complain when it's cold. Is there a perfect weather condition?
That's like asking if there is a perfect state of mind. Well of course there is. It's called Death. Only in Death can we find true inner peace and be free of conflict, guilt and pride. So, everybody, on the count of 3, do that thing the Japanese soldiers did, with the swords.
Ready?
1...
2...
3...
Why are you still reading this? You should be dead!!!
Anyway, why is it that flies have evolved with an incredibly complex array of sensors that help them navigate their way around... and yet they never choose the right bloody window to fly out of! They always go for the ones that are shut or don't even open. Even if they are confused by their sensory thing surely they can feel the breeze emanating from the window barely 3 inches to their left! It's just inconsiderate, that's what it is.
I also noticed that when I have my bag on, and my shadow is played out in front of me, I look like my trousers are hanging low, much like the gangsters wear them. ("Gangsters", they don't know the meaning of the word.) I feel proud.
Well, very little is going on at the moment, which is probably good considering I'm on holiday. I haven't gone to bed before 12 for a few days now, which really can't be doing me much good. What with all this heat, I should be dead by now. I'm going to put it down to sheer pluck that I'm still alive.
I'm getting a valve trombone! "What's that?" I hear you cry. "Who cares?" comes another solitary call from the back of the room. It's basically a trombone but with trumpet valves instead of a slide. See, makes sense doesn't it? It's very exciting news for me anyway.
Doesn't life seem a bit empty without the dread of school hanging over us? I have no direction anymore, except to keep playing trombone and reading, lest my mind go mad! How are you all dealing with the stress of nothingness?
It's a dichotomy that we complain about school when we're there, but lament about its disappearance from our lives. Rather like the weather. We complain when it's hot, we complain when it's cold. Is there a perfect weather condition?
That's like asking if there is a perfect state of mind. Well of course there is. It's called Death. Only in Death can we find true inner peace and be free of conflict, guilt and pride. So, everybody, on the count of 3, do that thing the Japanese soldiers did, with the swords.
Ready?
1...
2...
3...
Why are you still reading this? You should be dead!!!
Saturday 27 June 2009
Is he STILL dead?!
I bet that's what a lot of Christians are saying about Jesus as well. Not that I'm comparing Michael Jackson to our Lord Saviour. I bet ol' Jesus could've done a much better moonwalk than Jackson. And on water, too.
So yes, he's dead, but I'm not getting caught up in the massive furore surrounding his death/disappearance. I wasn't around when he was revolutionising pop music and, let's face it, I never knew the man. So let's all move on with our lives; it's not as though his music is forever gone.
What if this is just a cover though, and he's been cryogenically frozen? In 60 years time we could see the miraculous return of Michael Jackson (and probably some radical Christians proporting the return of Jesus.) I bet it's all just a big publicity stunt. Only time will tell.
You know how pets are sometimes buried in their own cemeteries? Do celebrities get their own graveyards? Macabre memorials to the Marx brothers and Arthur Miller; it doesn't bear thinking about.
We're all signed off from school now, which means I'm trying to sign on! It's far more difficult than it looks, as I need a National Insurance number that I'm sure I've never been shown, and I have to go along to regular interviews until I get a job or start university, whichever comes first. I'm willing to bet university.
Still, the summer is looking beautiful isn't it? We're finally getting the heat, and I don't have to wear a jacket out! Watch out ladies, the muscles are coming out. And the legs. Dear God, the legs.....
The summer is good for other reasons too, gentlemen. Get out there and spread the lurrrrve!
Whilst I was writing something the other day, I wrote "remember". If any of you are familiar with the game "Uxbridge English Dictionary", I have a new meaning for "remember": to reattach one's limbs. Not the best ever but it struck me that "remember" should be the opposite to "dismember". Just a thought...
So yes, he's dead, but I'm not getting caught up in the massive furore surrounding his death/disappearance. I wasn't around when he was revolutionising pop music and, let's face it, I never knew the man. So let's all move on with our lives; it's not as though his music is forever gone.
What if this is just a cover though, and he's been cryogenically frozen? In 60 years time we could see the miraculous return of Michael Jackson (and probably some radical Christians proporting the return of Jesus.) I bet it's all just a big publicity stunt. Only time will tell.
You know how pets are sometimes buried in their own cemeteries? Do celebrities get their own graveyards? Macabre memorials to the Marx brothers and Arthur Miller; it doesn't bear thinking about.
We're all signed off from school now, which means I'm trying to sign on! It's far more difficult than it looks, as I need a National Insurance number that I'm sure I've never been shown, and I have to go along to regular interviews until I get a job or start university, whichever comes first. I'm willing to bet university.
Still, the summer is looking beautiful isn't it? We're finally getting the heat, and I don't have to wear a jacket out! Watch out ladies, the muscles are coming out. And the legs. Dear God, the legs.....
The summer is good for other reasons too, gentlemen. Get out there and spread the lurrrrve!
Whilst I was writing something the other day, I wrote "remember". If any of you are familiar with the game "Uxbridge English Dictionary", I have a new meaning for "remember": to reattach one's limbs. Not the best ever but it struck me that "remember" should be the opposite to "dismember". Just a thought...
Thursday 25 June 2009
Injured at work?
You shouldn't be driving rocket cars at 220 mph!
Anyone else remember that? Hugh Dennis on "Mock the Week", aeons ago? Just me? I need to get out more...
I like Hugh Dennis though. He's not brash and crude like Fankie Boyle, or loud and exciteable like Michael Mackintyre (however you spell his bloody name), but he's got that boyish grin and sharp wit that puts him above the others, I think. Plus, I can do an uncanny impersonation of him, but only if I've had enough to drink.
You know, I really should send back that letter the Student Finances people sent me... I really could do with several thousand pounds next year.
Anyone else looking forward to university as much as I am??? I doubt it, because I'm very excited! I don't even really know what I have to do for War Studies but it's still exciting! plus I'll have more time to do my music and get a job and go out to see the beauty (or not) of London. There really is so much to see, I think you can get the best of it as a student, so that's what I'll bloody well do! I'm going to have to get a bloody well paid job.....
Where is everyone going on holidays this year? I'm going to Scotland (I have to be brave in the face of ticks and midges, and Scotsmen. I hear they're particularly volatile this time of year.) if I survive the wilderness (it's 6 miles to the nearest pub!) I shall have quite a lot of nice pictures to share, as the place we're staying at has a beautiful view of a big lake with mountains and rolling hills, and plenty of sheep so I'm told. Apparently it gets lovely sunsets too, so be prepared for some awe-inspiring shots. If it doesn't rain, an ever-present danger of holidaying in the British Isles.
Anyway, enough of my drivel, see you on my next post.
Anyone else remember that? Hugh Dennis on "Mock the Week", aeons ago? Just me? I need to get out more...
I like Hugh Dennis though. He's not brash and crude like Fankie Boyle, or loud and exciteable like Michael Mackintyre (however you spell his bloody name), but he's got that boyish grin and sharp wit that puts him above the others, I think. Plus, I can do an uncanny impersonation of him, but only if I've had enough to drink.
You know, I really should send back that letter the Student Finances people sent me... I really could do with several thousand pounds next year.
Anyone else looking forward to university as much as I am??? I doubt it, because I'm very excited! I don't even really know what I have to do for War Studies but it's still exciting! plus I'll have more time to do my music and get a job and go out to see the beauty (or not) of London. There really is so much to see, I think you can get the best of it as a student, so that's what I'll bloody well do! I'm going to have to get a bloody well paid job.....
Where is everyone going on holidays this year? I'm going to Scotland (I have to be brave in the face of ticks and midges, and Scotsmen. I hear they're particularly volatile this time of year.) if I survive the wilderness (it's 6 miles to the nearest pub!) I shall have quite a lot of nice pictures to share, as the place we're staying at has a beautiful view of a big lake with mountains and rolling hills, and plenty of sheep so I'm told. Apparently it gets lovely sunsets too, so be prepared for some awe-inspiring shots. If it doesn't rain, an ever-present danger of holidaying in the British Isles.
Anyway, enough of my drivel, see you on my next post.
Wednesday 24 June 2009
The morning after...
Well, that was one hell of a night! The Ilford/Woodford prom went off with great success, I think. I certainly had fun (as you would have gussed seeing me boogie down on the dancefloor).
To call it dancing would be kind. I might compare it to epilepsy, but that would probably offend someone. Needless to say, it was appalling.
However, the prom was only part of the fun that Kate and I shared in. As a treat for both of us, my dad booked a room at the hotel itself! (It makes me sound like a spoiled child, I know, but this is a very rare thing.) However, when we got there, it turned out I needed my dad's credit card, as he had booked through a third party booking site and as such, the payment had to be made at the hotel itself. Needless to say there was a great furore, resulting in a great deal of phonecalls and exasperation, but eventually we got our room. Not only that, but we got a complementary English Breakfast as way of saying sorry for all the difficulties! Result!
We went for a meal at the local Wetherspoons (I seriously recommend Wetherspoons, decent food for very reasonable prices, great stuff. Burger and beer is only £4.69 for example!) and danced the night away, after a great deal of make-up applying and hair-doing. Kate was getting rather imaptient by the time I'd finished!
Despite all the lovliness I had to rush back home to get to a rehearsal this morning which was quite frankly a waste of time. Having to abandon Kate to do this was definitely not worth it, but it's always good fun to see the guys, but this concert is so badly organised and so shite that I don't see how it can have any positive influence on me at all. I even have to miss the prom on the boat, which I was very much looking forward to...
I've said it before and I'll say it again: WHAT A LOAD OF BOLLOCKS!!!
Oh well, I must'nt complain, things always look bad before the good. And there is a LOT of good coming my way. I don't know how I shall contain my excitement.
Can't you just feel it?
To call it dancing would be kind. I might compare it to epilepsy, but that would probably offend someone. Needless to say, it was appalling.
However, the prom was only part of the fun that Kate and I shared in. As a treat for both of us, my dad booked a room at the hotel itself! (It makes me sound like a spoiled child, I know, but this is a very rare thing.) However, when we got there, it turned out I needed my dad's credit card, as he had booked through a third party booking site and as such, the payment had to be made at the hotel itself. Needless to say there was a great furore, resulting in a great deal of phonecalls and exasperation, but eventually we got our room. Not only that, but we got a complementary English Breakfast as way of saying sorry for all the difficulties! Result!
We went for a meal at the local Wetherspoons (I seriously recommend Wetherspoons, decent food for very reasonable prices, great stuff. Burger and beer is only £4.69 for example!) and danced the night away, after a great deal of make-up applying and hair-doing. Kate was getting rather imaptient by the time I'd finished!
Despite all the lovliness I had to rush back home to get to a rehearsal this morning which was quite frankly a waste of time. Having to abandon Kate to do this was definitely not worth it, but it's always good fun to see the guys, but this concert is so badly organised and so shite that I don't see how it can have any positive influence on me at all. I even have to miss the prom on the boat, which I was very much looking forward to...
I've said it before and I'll say it again: WHAT A LOAD OF BOLLOCKS!!!
Oh well, I must'nt complain, things always look bad before the good. And there is a LOT of good coming my way. I don't know how I shall contain my excitement.
Can't you just feel it?
Tuesday 23 June 2009
I'm back, baby!
Well, it's been a while, what with all these exams I haven't really felt compelled to write on here; you're all going through exactly the same thing, hearing my moaning would have been more boring than usual.
But it's over now, and now all that is left is to enjoy the summer and to dread the ever-nearer 20th August (Doomsday).
Well, I was at the pub last night, and wouldn't you know it, a fight broke out. Bloody typical teenagers going over the top for no reason, other than the fact they'd both had a little too much to drink. No wonder we get such a bad name, it's quite pathetic really, and I don't really sympathise with either of them. Basically, a comment was made about someone's mum, as a joke, but the other didn't take it too well, and thanks to a fair deal of drink and mouths that just don't know when to shut up, a fight broke out. Sort of. If one could call it that.
Luckily, Steve (that was his name in the end) did what he could to help and most people piled on top of the two offenders to stop it. It would be even funnier if it weren't so daft.
Let's face it, watching two drunk teens going at each other is quite funny.
It's prom night tonight! Time for parties, and celebrations, and a lot of bad music danced to really badly. I know I certainly won't do myself justice on the dancefloor, but I'm hoping Kate will make up for where I lack.
At the Kensington Hilton as well, very swish. I'm not sure they'd like me calling it "swish" but I'm paying them, so they'll put up with it.
Or else, I shall leave in a huff!
By the way, if anyone is bored one day, I seriously recommend making the journey to Brick Lane. It's such a vibrant street with many delightful restaurants and a hell of a lot of... things going on. I hope by using the word "things" I haven't put you off with images of blandness, it's actually a very interesting place to be. Take the lady or some friends, grab a meal, and wander down and check out some of the shops and galleries and the various little vendors on the sides of the street (don't buy their DVDs though, that's not good.)
Good to be back, hope to write something a bit more exciting next time.
But it's over now, and now all that is left is to enjoy the summer and to dread the ever-nearer 20th August (Doomsday).
Well, I was at the pub last night, and wouldn't you know it, a fight broke out. Bloody typical teenagers going over the top for no reason, other than the fact they'd both had a little too much to drink. No wonder we get such a bad name, it's quite pathetic really, and I don't really sympathise with either of them. Basically, a comment was made about someone's mum, as a joke, but the other didn't take it too well, and thanks to a fair deal of drink and mouths that just don't know when to shut up, a fight broke out. Sort of. If one could call it that.
Luckily, Steve (that was his name in the end) did what he could to help and most people piled on top of the two offenders to stop it. It would be even funnier if it weren't so daft.
Let's face it, watching two drunk teens going at each other is quite funny.
It's prom night tonight! Time for parties, and celebrations, and a lot of bad music danced to really badly. I know I certainly won't do myself justice on the dancefloor, but I'm hoping Kate will make up for where I lack.
At the Kensington Hilton as well, very swish. I'm not sure they'd like me calling it "swish" but I'm paying them, so they'll put up with it.
Or else, I shall leave in a huff!
By the way, if anyone is bored one day, I seriously recommend making the journey to Brick Lane. It's such a vibrant street with many delightful restaurants and a hell of a lot of... things going on. I hope by using the word "things" I haven't put you off with images of blandness, it's actually a very interesting place to be. Take the lady or some friends, grab a meal, and wander down and check out some of the shops and galleries and the various little vendors on the sides of the street (don't buy their DVDs though, that's not good.)
Good to be back, hope to write something a bit more exciting next time.
Sunday 26 April 2009
Race Day
No, not ethnic minorities, they get enough of the press for doing things, like being the objects of abuse, or being the abusers, it's so difficult to be politically correct nowadays I just give up. As you may have noticed.
Damn white bastards.
See, I had to use white, because otherwise it's racist. Now, granted, I am fairly white, but if someone of a different ethnic or national background said that, would it be construed as racist? It seems the stereotypical racist incident is white guys hurling abuse at black and asian people. What about all the black/asian tension? What about the inherent racial tensions between different groups of asians? Holy God, we even have people from "ethnic minorities" being abusive to white people! It's a strange world we live in where people focus and separate themselves on their differences instead of learning from other peoples' culture and becoming a stronger race.
Indeed, I've noticed on buses and trains people will always try and stay as far away from you as possible, trying to stay in their own little spaces. It just seems like people want to be left alone nowadays, and it's sad. Thank you very much, Mrs "Iron Lady."
Still, Race Day. The London Marathon. My dad ran it, well done to him.
Wish I could have seen more of it, but I'm such a lazy sod. That's why I'm so scared of exams. It's a terrible thing to be scared of, because with some fears you can grapple with them and overcome them. These make life like trench warfare: the buildup is horrendous, bearing down on your psyche like the Moon itself crashing into Earth, before Zeus' thunderbolt claps and suddenly they're everywhere, and it's all you can do to keep fighting against horrible odds and not turn your rifle on yourself. And then comes the gas.....
Well maybe not the gas, but still, exams are a horrid stage of life and are utterly pointless in a practical sense. Still, once they're over, 4 MONTH SUMMER HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Party down.
Ah I do envy..... them, those people. You know the ones I mean. The people with those shirts and that sort of swagger... ahh I'm just talking crap now, see you lovely lot later! (Notice my aliteration; now, if I were in an exam, I would have to analyse that. Perhaps you might say I use the aliteration of "l" to emphasise the beginning of "lovely", extending it to really give it meaning. Well, no, sorry, I did it because it sounded vaguely amusing and I was bored. Fuck you, AQA!)
Damn white bastards.
See, I had to use white, because otherwise it's racist. Now, granted, I am fairly white, but if someone of a different ethnic or national background said that, would it be construed as racist? It seems the stereotypical racist incident is white guys hurling abuse at black and asian people. What about all the black/asian tension? What about the inherent racial tensions between different groups of asians? Holy God, we even have people from "ethnic minorities" being abusive to white people! It's a strange world we live in where people focus and separate themselves on their differences instead of learning from other peoples' culture and becoming a stronger race.
Indeed, I've noticed on buses and trains people will always try and stay as far away from you as possible, trying to stay in their own little spaces. It just seems like people want to be left alone nowadays, and it's sad. Thank you very much, Mrs "Iron Lady."
Still, Race Day. The London Marathon. My dad ran it, well done to him.
Wish I could have seen more of it, but I'm such a lazy sod. That's why I'm so scared of exams. It's a terrible thing to be scared of, because with some fears you can grapple with them and overcome them. These make life like trench warfare: the buildup is horrendous, bearing down on your psyche like the Moon itself crashing into Earth, before Zeus' thunderbolt claps and suddenly they're everywhere, and it's all you can do to keep fighting against horrible odds and not turn your rifle on yourself. And then comes the gas.....
Well maybe not the gas, but still, exams are a horrid stage of life and are utterly pointless in a practical sense. Still, once they're over, 4 MONTH SUMMER HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Party down.
Ah I do envy..... them, those people. You know the ones I mean. The people with those shirts and that sort of swagger... ahh I'm just talking crap now, see you lovely lot later! (Notice my aliteration; now, if I were in an exam, I would have to analyse that. Perhaps you might say I use the aliteration of "l" to emphasise the beginning of "lovely", extending it to really give it meaning. Well, no, sorry, I did it because it sounded vaguely amusing and I was bored. Fuck you, AQA!)
Wednesday 22 April 2009
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways...
A beautiful quote from a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, which they're using at the moment to advertise bagels at the moment. God I do love bagels......
Anywho, according to my good friend Google it is Earth Day. What is that, you ask? You're guess is as good as mine. It's probably a pagan festival dressed up as something else to celebrate the birth if the Earth or something. Wait a minute, I think I just described Christmas...
So, it's been a while since I posted on here, and it appears I'm being stalked! It doesn't surprise me to be honest. I'm young, attractive, talented and, let's not forget, ginger. I'm surprised it's taken this long to be honest. Still, it's very welcome, so call all your stalker friends and point them in my direction!
(Include pictures.)
It seems as though Spring is well and truly here. The sun is beaming, the trees and blossoming and the insects are once again making a beeline for me. people are making plans for the holidays and exams are sharpening their teeth in preparation to rip our souls to shreds. I do love spring. Suddenly the world seems accessible again, our doors thrown open in defiance of the chill breeze to get in as much heat as we can to compensate for the miserable six months comprising our winter. I know winter only really lasts three months but in England, how can we really tell?
My dad is running the London Marathon this weekend (rather him than me) and if he survives, he's having a party where I've been asked to put on a band. That is going to be a disaster I can tell you, musicians are dropping out left, right and centre and no replacements are available at all. Bugger it all, this is indeed a lesson in management as my dad keeps reminding me. I'm just regretting agreeing to this.
OH WELL, at least I'm not the one running the bloody race.
Let's pray to the god of whichever religion you belong to that the prom will be even better than our Year 11 one. I might even bring my hat. Jokes.
Jokes....
Anywho, according to my good friend Google it is Earth Day. What is that, you ask? You're guess is as good as mine. It's probably a pagan festival dressed up as something else to celebrate the birth if the Earth or something. Wait a minute, I think I just described Christmas...
So, it's been a while since I posted on here, and it appears I'm being stalked! It doesn't surprise me to be honest. I'm young, attractive, talented and, let's not forget, ginger. I'm surprised it's taken this long to be honest. Still, it's very welcome, so call all your stalker friends and point them in my direction!
(Include pictures.)
It seems as though Spring is well and truly here. The sun is beaming, the trees and blossoming and the insects are once again making a beeline for me. people are making plans for the holidays and exams are sharpening their teeth in preparation to rip our souls to shreds. I do love spring. Suddenly the world seems accessible again, our doors thrown open in defiance of the chill breeze to get in as much heat as we can to compensate for the miserable six months comprising our winter. I know winter only really lasts three months but in England, how can we really tell?
My dad is running the London Marathon this weekend (rather him than me) and if he survives, he's having a party where I've been asked to put on a band. That is going to be a disaster I can tell you, musicians are dropping out left, right and centre and no replacements are available at all. Bugger it all, this is indeed a lesson in management as my dad keeps reminding me. I'm just regretting agreeing to this.
OH WELL, at least I'm not the one running the bloody race.
Let's pray to the god of whichever religion you belong to that the prom will be even better than our Year 11 one. I might even bring my hat. Jokes.
Jokes....
Friday 27 March 2009
Poetry of Music
Below is a poem I constructed out of a load of titles of famous jazz pieces (so you won't have heard of them) but I hope it sort of makes sense and that you enjoy it.
All of you.
All the things you are.
Soft winds speak no evil.
So what?
My funny valentine, satin doll,
It’s de-lovely.
Easy to love, you’d be so nice to come home to.
They can’t take that away from me.
Nostalgia in Times Square, misty,
Alone together, all of me,
All of you.
Ev’ry time we say goodbye, for Heaven’s sake!
Footprints, impressions,
It’s alright with me.
Take the “A” train, Tuxedo Junction,
I’m beginning to see the light!
I got it bad, body and soul, night and day.
Come Sunday, Green Dolphin Street. Four.
Don’t get around much anymore, darn that dream!
Afternoon in Paris, autumn leaves, all of me,
All of you.
All of you.
All the things you are.
Soft winds speak no evil.
So what?
My funny valentine, satin doll,
It’s de-lovely.
Easy to love, you’d be so nice to come home to.
They can’t take that away from me.
Nostalgia in Times Square, misty,
Alone together, all of me,
All of you.
Ev’ry time we say goodbye, for Heaven’s sake!
Footprints, impressions,
It’s alright with me.
Take the “A” train, Tuxedo Junction,
I’m beginning to see the light!
I got it bad, body and soul, night and day.
Come Sunday, Green Dolphin Street. Four.
Don’t get around much anymore, darn that dream!
Afternoon in Paris, autumn leaves, all of me,
All of you.
Friday 6 March 2009
Both Mass Murderers... Same Geeky Moustache... Just Who WAS This Cromwell Character?
Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protecter of England, born in 1599 died in 1658, September. Famous for his roles both in the army during the Civil War of England and the overthrowing of the monarchy. He is possibly most infamous for the brutal treatment of his Irish opponents, slaughtering over a million of them in his campaigns in Ireland. Not personally, but I'm sure he took his fair share.
Until now, it has been thought that Cromwell and his deeds died with him. However, startling new evidence has revealed that Cromwell has been active in recent decades, perhaps even as recent as 70 years ago. Photographic evidence shows that Oliver Cromwell was acting through the body of none other than Adolf Hitler, trying to not only spread his power around one whole country, but indeed the world!!!
This indesputable photographic evidence proves that Oliver Cromwell was indeed behind the terrible atrocities that took place during the bloody Second World War. I needn't remind readers of the terrible events that took place in Germany, Austria and Poland during the occupation of the Nazi-German troops. Thank the Lord, Cromwell-Hitler's body burnt like a bag of burning shit in a little hole somewhere. I believe they've turned it into a public latrine.
Whilst on the topic, the other night as I was making my way into Ilford, a militant white-trash BNP twat starts up about how great Hitler is, how all the Asians and Blacks were taking "our jobs, our homes" and something about how glad he was the recession was happening. He probably doesn't realise it'll ruin him too, but I didn't point that out to him, poor bastard. He ended up by stumbling drunkenly down the aisle of the bus slurring "Sieg Heil" and making some spastic movement which I can only assume was the Fascist salute. It's creeps like him who give us a bad name. Damn white people, get a job!!!
Thursday 26 February 2009
Who Reads These Anymore?
You, yes you, reading this piece of literary genius, you are fortunate enough to gaze on my handiwork and to gasp and marvel at my exquisite grasp of the English language.
So, now that the session of self-aggrandisement (wow, I hear you say) is over, let us move onto more pressing matters.
What can those be? Jade Goody? Who really cares, to be honest? A year ago we were all slating her, now she's a national icon. What for?! Hundreds of unfortunates suffer and die from cancer every year, but they don't make a big deal about it! Sorry to break it to you Jade, but you're not special.
No, the real tragedy in the news (at home at least) is the death of David Cameron's son, who suffered from cerebral palsy, from which the only cure seems to be, sadly, death. However much I hold Cameron in dislike for his political stance, these barriers must be dropped and a humanitarian viewpoint adopted to empathise with the unfortunate family. Politics only serves to divide us, much like religion and the ever-present argument over which is better: McDonalds or KFC (obviously the latter). It is refreshing to see this exemplified in the Commons (how sincere it was is unsure, but to see it is good nonetheless). To the Camerons, and indeed everyone who is feeling grief from the loss of a loved one, I am so sorry.
Tragedies are occuring elsewhere. A third plane has crashed in recent times, this time outside Amsterdam. Only nine people were killed, which is a small mercy for those nine but in the wake of events in America last week it is miracle. If you go in for those sorts of things.
But enough of this doom and gloom. Those of you who read this regularly (you know who you are!) will know I'm a sentimental old fool, preaching love and beauty in all facets of life. I'll spare you the speech this time, don't worry!
To dispell any rumours, I am NOT Jason/Joshua/James/Jeremy and-any-other-numbers-of-names-beginning-with-J Heathcote. The Heathcote Arms is merely a pub, and not a clue as to my identity. If I were Heathcote, I doubt I would admit it though, so this whole text is going to look even for of a facade. But I kid you not ladies and gentlemen. The hunt goes on.
I think I've discovered how Delicieuse has survived this crunch. Simon and I have practically kept it afloat with our regular visits and my fetish for their delightful chocolate cake. It is the best coffee shop in the whole of the East End in my very well-rounded opinion. Persuade everyone you know to patronise that shop! (As in to visit and buy coffee, not demean it. That would be going against everything I believe in. Even if they are French). And especially Tiffany, she needs to know these things!
I am incredibly hungry, so I shall leave you for now! Happy holidays everyone!
So, now that the session of self-aggrandisement (wow, I hear you say) is over, let us move onto more pressing matters.
What can those be? Jade Goody? Who really cares, to be honest? A year ago we were all slating her, now she's a national icon. What for?! Hundreds of unfortunates suffer and die from cancer every year, but they don't make a big deal about it! Sorry to break it to you Jade, but you're not special.
No, the real tragedy in the news (at home at least) is the death of David Cameron's son, who suffered from cerebral palsy, from which the only cure seems to be, sadly, death. However much I hold Cameron in dislike for his political stance, these barriers must be dropped and a humanitarian viewpoint adopted to empathise with the unfortunate family. Politics only serves to divide us, much like religion and the ever-present argument over which is better: McDonalds or KFC (obviously the latter). It is refreshing to see this exemplified in the Commons (how sincere it was is unsure, but to see it is good nonetheless). To the Camerons, and indeed everyone who is feeling grief from the loss of a loved one, I am so sorry.
Tragedies are occuring elsewhere. A third plane has crashed in recent times, this time outside Amsterdam. Only nine people were killed, which is a small mercy for those nine but in the wake of events in America last week it is miracle. If you go in for those sorts of things.
But enough of this doom and gloom. Those of you who read this regularly (you know who you are!) will know I'm a sentimental old fool, preaching love and beauty in all facets of life. I'll spare you the speech this time, don't worry!
To dispell any rumours, I am NOT Jason/Joshua/James/Jeremy and-any-other-numbers-of-names-beginning-with-J Heathcote. The Heathcote Arms is merely a pub, and not a clue as to my identity. If I were Heathcote, I doubt I would admit it though, so this whole text is going to look even for of a facade. But I kid you not ladies and gentlemen. The hunt goes on.
I think I've discovered how Delicieuse has survived this crunch. Simon and I have practically kept it afloat with our regular visits and my fetish for their delightful chocolate cake. It is the best coffee shop in the whole of the East End in my very well-rounded opinion. Persuade everyone you know to patronise that shop! (As in to visit and buy coffee, not demean it. That would be going against everything I believe in. Even if they are French). And especially Tiffany, she needs to know these things!
I am incredibly hungry, so I shall leave you for now! Happy holidays everyone!
Friday 20 February 2009
Feelin' them post-holiday blues
God, the half-term is practically over, and I have gotten no work done! Goddammit I told myself I would! Now I'm going to have a hard slog when I get back to finish that damn History coursework.
Oh well, it's been a pretty good half term all in all, I've seen all my friends and had a good laugh (and almost died at the hands of a motion simulator. I'm SO doing that again!!) so I'm sad to have to go back to school, even if we only went back about two weeks ago. I'm not going to be picky...
Apparently the girl who was dressed in the Ann Summers nurse outfit complained to someone that I was perving on her. I think she should review the situation before complaining, really. Even a gay guy told me he would do that!
Speaking of teenage pregnancies, I read in a paper that a Catholic priest has given his outward support of those chavs having a baby at the ages of 13 and 15. He claims that "they chose not to have an avortion, which shows they obviously have a respect for life. For this I salute them." Hang on... doesn't the Catholic Church strictly say sex outside marriage is wrong? And surely from a purely human point of view, which is far less biased than the teachings of any church, allowing two very young children to have a baby is not only going to affect them but the poor kid they've brought into this world? Not including the message we get about certain parts of our society. The church, or any religion for that matter, should take on the role it did in 18th Century Russia: as far as I remember it was not involved in aspects of law, politics or culture, it was merely to maintain the spiritual wellbeing of the populace. If this were the case, we wouldn't have bizarre, contradictory statements coming out every so often, and you guys wouldn't have to read coffee fuelled rants about how crap religion/society/everyone else is compared to me.
So sayeth George, the first son of Kevin. At His right hand, and with the Holy Ghost of Christmas Past (and with a £5 contribution from everyone) we shall become your new gods, and we will all go to happier places. Like Australia.
Okay, my religion doesn't make much sense, but Scientology made it, and they believe they have psychic powers!
Oh well, it's been a pretty good half term all in all, I've seen all my friends and had a good laugh (and almost died at the hands of a motion simulator. I'm SO doing that again!!) so I'm sad to have to go back to school, even if we only went back about two weeks ago. I'm not going to be picky...
Apparently the girl who was dressed in the Ann Summers nurse outfit complained to someone that I was perving on her. I think she should review the situation before complaining, really. Even a gay guy told me he would do that!
Speaking of teenage pregnancies, I read in a paper that a Catholic priest has given his outward support of those chavs having a baby at the ages of 13 and 15. He claims that "they chose not to have an avortion, which shows they obviously have a respect for life. For this I salute them." Hang on... doesn't the Catholic Church strictly say sex outside marriage is wrong? And surely from a purely human point of view, which is far less biased than the teachings of any church, allowing two very young children to have a baby is not only going to affect them but the poor kid they've brought into this world? Not including the message we get about certain parts of our society. The church, or any religion for that matter, should take on the role it did in 18th Century Russia: as far as I remember it was not involved in aspects of law, politics or culture, it was merely to maintain the spiritual wellbeing of the populace. If this were the case, we wouldn't have bizarre, contradictory statements coming out every so often, and you guys wouldn't have to read coffee fuelled rants about how crap religion/society/everyone else is compared to me.
So sayeth George, the first son of Kevin. At His right hand, and with the Holy Ghost of Christmas Past (and with a £5 contribution from everyone) we shall become your new gods, and we will all go to happier places. Like Australia.
Okay, my religion doesn't make much sense, but Scientology made it, and they believe they have psychic powers!
Tuesday 17 February 2009
"Be Wise, Condomise"
I got a free chlamydia test through my letterbox today. A late Valentines present from the NHS.
How thoughtful.
Anyway, I do appreciate the thought. If I have the disease, it's important to know. I don't want to risk infection of others. I don't think women would appreciate the response "I'm just sharin' the love" when they tell me.
Anyway, one question on the sheet made me laugh. It asked: "Have you had sex with a new partner in the last 3 months? Tick ONE". The answers were as follows:
Yes
No
Unknown
If the answer is "Unknown" I think there are far more pressing matters to deal with.
However, once I have sent my pee through the post I shall be cured, and noone can sue. Unwanted pregnancy? Not my problem anymore, bitch!
On that rather amusing note, what about that 13 year old who had a kid with a 15-going-on-30 year old?! I mean, I know I shouldn't laugh because that poor child is now going to have an incredibly bad life, but DAMN! God words can't even describe... just how wrong it all is! First of all, why is a 12 year old boy (as he was then) having sex? And second of all, why with her??? Dear lord she looks like she could be his mother!
I'd better get off the subject, I'm getting very worked up. As long as services look after that baby properly that's all that matters. Stupid chavs...
Also, these bankers getting bonuses really gets my goat. I know, as has been pointed out to me quite rightly, that not to give them their bonus would be a breach of contract, but to be honest because of their incompetence thousands of people are out of jobs, and will have no money whatsoever! For example, a Mini factory has closed down this week for a whole week because they are not making enough money, and many workers have been laid off (pardon my lack of statistics). It is a travesty and morally, I do not think these bankers deserve their bonuses at all.
Well, that's my rant over for the day, until next time jazz lovers!
How thoughtful.
Anyway, I do appreciate the thought. If I have the disease, it's important to know. I don't want to risk infection of others. I don't think women would appreciate the response "I'm just sharin' the love" when they tell me.
Anyway, one question on the sheet made me laugh. It asked: "Have you had sex with a new partner in the last 3 months? Tick ONE". The answers were as follows:
Yes
No
Unknown
If the answer is "Unknown" I think there are far more pressing matters to deal with.
However, once I have sent my pee through the post I shall be cured, and noone can sue. Unwanted pregnancy? Not my problem anymore, bitch!
On that rather amusing note, what about that 13 year old who had a kid with a 15-going-on-30 year old?! I mean, I know I shouldn't laugh because that poor child is now going to have an incredibly bad life, but DAMN! God words can't even describe... just how wrong it all is! First of all, why is a 12 year old boy (as he was then) having sex? And second of all, why with her??? Dear lord she looks like she could be his mother!
I'd better get off the subject, I'm getting very worked up. As long as services look after that baby properly that's all that matters. Stupid chavs...
Also, these bankers getting bonuses really gets my goat. I know, as has been pointed out to me quite rightly, that not to give them their bonus would be a breach of contract, but to be honest because of their incompetence thousands of people are out of jobs, and will have no money whatsoever! For example, a Mini factory has closed down this week for a whole week because they are not making enough money, and many workers have been laid off (pardon my lack of statistics). It is a travesty and morally, I do not think these bankers deserve their bonuses at all.
Well, that's my rant over for the day, until next time jazz lovers!
Sunday 15 February 2009
That Is Indeed What She Said
Following the debacle of Valentine's Day, we arrive at a day which is much more up my street: National "That's What She Said" Day. Try and fit it into your speech as much as possible today, it's the only day you can do it and not get a smack across the face. Of course, I will continue to do it and brave the beatings.
I must apologise for my absence these past few weeks. I have felt rather uninspired recently, not through lack of events but just a sort of lethargy that prevented me from getting off my arse to sit down again and try and write something vaguely interesting. But alas, I am back to rock your world MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
Well as I have been out of the loop for a while I do have a lot to write about. First of all, on the 23rd of January, following the end of an appalling English exam, I visited my friend Daniel Janes in Cambridge. What an amazing place it is, with its immaculate lawns and well-mannered people. It makes me sad I didn't apply there now, but that's neither here nor there. Once I arrived DJ met me at the station and took me for a tour of the city. It's a very interesting place to walk around, a typical student town. We got fudge from the Fudge Kitchen (it was like God had come in little solid squares and I was eating them, WOW!) and then after having eats in the buttery we went to a debate: "This House Would Rather Be Gay".
Obviously the turnout was huge, looking forward to a debate that would turn into is being gay good or bad, and ultimately a good laugh. They were not disappointed. The main speaker for the opposition was none other than Stephen Green, fundamentalist Christian notable. You can imagine how this went. Noone paid much attention to any of the other speakers, preferring instead to torment the Christian radical. In the end he got so fed up he exclaimed "Look, some people just don't like gays, get used to it," to which he got the reply "YOU get used to it!" The house broke down in laughter and Green sat down, fuming. Later, a member of our party stood up, having just heard Green's scientific explanation why sodomy is wrong, and asked "My ears are meant for hearing, but I can wiggle them. Does that make me an abomination?" It's clear to see why these guys are the creme de la creme.
After this we went to the ADC Theatre (I think that was the name) to see Selwyn College's jazz band. They were rather good, though my critical ear occassionally picked up the sounds of a "school band", which made me cringe. We were joined for this by Tom Holmes, who used to go to ICHS. To keep with this ICHS theme we then went to visit Iestyn in his rather plush looking accomodations in St Johns. After this we went to a local grease joint and swallowed a burger in the vaults beneath Claire College. After this, we hit the hay in preparation for tomorrow's lecture on Heresy in the Middle Ages, which proved to be very interesting.
It was great to see everyone in Cambridge, and I really do hope I can go back soon and catch up some more.
But the excitement didn't end there. Since then there have been several parties, dinenrs and things that were fun, although my short-term memory has prevented me from remembering much of them (and I'm sure the wine and beer did little to help.) However, on Friday evening me and a cohort from school went out clubbing at a place called 93 Feet East on Brick Lane, funnily enough where I'd performed a gig several months back. Don't tell Simon this but I really enjoyed the dance music they played! After a few drinks the whole dancing thing came naturally to me, although I'm sure to onlookers the result was quite shocking.
The day after, after having risen early from jas' to get to Lambeth in time, I had a big multidate for Valentine's Day! (Basically for everyone that didn't have a date.) We had a meal and saw a show that featured several of our friends (which was very good, it's a shame it's now finished), which may not sound exciting but it's always great to spend a day with the people you love.
So now I'm here, having explained my situation to you from the past few months. The reason I decided to come back was that I read an article about blogs in the Sundat Times Culture magazine, and I was reminded how much I missed my dear old blog. So hopefully there will be more regular posts from now on. At least, until I get bored of it again.
Which probably won't be very long.
I must apologise for my absence these past few weeks. I have felt rather uninspired recently, not through lack of events but just a sort of lethargy that prevented me from getting off my arse to sit down again and try and write something vaguely interesting. But alas, I am back to rock your world MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
Well as I have been out of the loop for a while I do have a lot to write about. First of all, on the 23rd of January, following the end of an appalling English exam, I visited my friend Daniel Janes in Cambridge. What an amazing place it is, with its immaculate lawns and well-mannered people. It makes me sad I didn't apply there now, but that's neither here nor there. Once I arrived DJ met me at the station and took me for a tour of the city. It's a very interesting place to walk around, a typical student town. We got fudge from the Fudge Kitchen (it was like God had come in little solid squares and I was eating them, WOW!) and then after having eats in the buttery we went to a debate: "This House Would Rather Be Gay".
Obviously the turnout was huge, looking forward to a debate that would turn into is being gay good or bad, and ultimately a good laugh. They were not disappointed. The main speaker for the opposition was none other than Stephen Green, fundamentalist Christian notable. You can imagine how this went. Noone paid much attention to any of the other speakers, preferring instead to torment the Christian radical. In the end he got so fed up he exclaimed "Look, some people just don't like gays, get used to it," to which he got the reply "YOU get used to it!" The house broke down in laughter and Green sat down, fuming. Later, a member of our party stood up, having just heard Green's scientific explanation why sodomy is wrong, and asked "My ears are meant for hearing, but I can wiggle them. Does that make me an abomination?" It's clear to see why these guys are the creme de la creme.
After this we went to the ADC Theatre (I think that was the name) to see Selwyn College's jazz band. They were rather good, though my critical ear occassionally picked up the sounds of a "school band", which made me cringe. We were joined for this by Tom Holmes, who used to go to ICHS. To keep with this ICHS theme we then went to visit Iestyn in his rather plush looking accomodations in St Johns. After this we went to a local grease joint and swallowed a burger in the vaults beneath Claire College. After this, we hit the hay in preparation for tomorrow's lecture on Heresy in the Middle Ages, which proved to be very interesting.
It was great to see everyone in Cambridge, and I really do hope I can go back soon and catch up some more.
But the excitement didn't end there. Since then there have been several parties, dinenrs and things that were fun, although my short-term memory has prevented me from remembering much of them (and I'm sure the wine and beer did little to help.) However, on Friday evening me and a cohort from school went out clubbing at a place called 93 Feet East on Brick Lane, funnily enough where I'd performed a gig several months back. Don't tell Simon this but I really enjoyed the dance music they played! After a few drinks the whole dancing thing came naturally to me, although I'm sure to onlookers the result was quite shocking.
The day after, after having risen early from jas' to get to Lambeth in time, I had a big multidate for Valentine's Day! (Basically for everyone that didn't have a date.) We had a meal and saw a show that featured several of our friends (which was very good, it's a shame it's now finished), which may not sound exciting but it's always great to spend a day with the people you love.
So now I'm here, having explained my situation to you from the past few months. The reason I decided to come back was that I read an article about blogs in the Sundat Times Culture magazine, and I was reminded how much I missed my dear old blog. So hopefully there will be more regular posts from now on. At least, until I get bored of it again.
Which probably won't be very long.
Tuesday 20 January 2009
Diversity
Something that's become somewhat of a questionmark at our school recently. I saw in the music corridor posters saying how wonderful it is that our school is so diverse, and beside it lots of A4 sheets with different languages on it. But surely these "minorities" are in the majority now? Shouldn't my language be celebrated? Well I suppose it is because a lot of it was in English but that is not the point dear friends!
Now that my BNP advertising is up, how are things with you? Things are certainly looking good for me, I've just had a great weekend with my mates, I'm 18 (woop!) and my exams in January are due to come to an end on Thursday, albeit after a gruelling two hours of English. That ought to be fun, but then I'm going up to Cambridge to visit butteries and discuss whether it's better to be gay or not. I'm still in two minds myself...
Then almost as soon as we get back to school we're off again on half-term breaks! And I don't know if Valentine's Day is during it but it's always a fun run up to it, until you realise you really do have no chance at securing a hot date. But we always say it'll be different next year, so here's hoping...
Who else thinks the new Killers album is abit of the same as in the previous two albums? Thought so, it's wearing a bit thin now, much prefer Hot Fuss.
Well it's an uneventful week, I'm out of anything interesting to say. Goodnight.
Now that my BNP advertising is up, how are things with you? Things are certainly looking good for me, I've just had a great weekend with my mates, I'm 18 (woop!) and my exams in January are due to come to an end on Thursday, albeit after a gruelling two hours of English. That ought to be fun, but then I'm going up to Cambridge to visit butteries and discuss whether it's better to be gay or not. I'm still in two minds myself...
Then almost as soon as we get back to school we're off again on half-term breaks! And I don't know if Valentine's Day is during it but it's always a fun run up to it, until you realise you really do have no chance at securing a hot date. But we always say it'll be different next year, so here's hoping...
Who else thinks the new Killers album is abit of the same as in the previous two albums? Thought so, it's wearing a bit thin now, much prefer Hot Fuss.
Well it's an uneventful week, I'm out of anything interesting to say. Goodnight.
Sunday 18 January 2009
What do you mean, "there's no trains?!"
I woke up early today. I don't usually, like all normal people I enjoy a lie in on Sunday's, especially having got in late last night. But I had a rehearsal to get to, in Chelmsford of all places, so I reluctantly rolled out of bed, got showered and dressed and all the rest of it, got to the train station, it isn't even 9'o'clock, and JUST as my dad pulls away, I notice a sign in the station saying "No trains from Ilford".
I thought it must be a mistake.
But, alas it wasn't, and so I woke up horribly early on a Sunday morning for NOTHING! ARGH!!!!
A precursor for the day ahead I'm sure. But I won't find out until I've lived it. I doubt it'll get more interesting, my parents are having friends round, so now I shall answer all the same questions about exams and music and the like, which I actually enjoy because it makes me look smart.
What an egotistical fiend I am.
I thought it must be a mistake.
But, alas it wasn't, and so I woke up horribly early on a Sunday morning for NOTHING! ARGH!!!!
A precursor for the day ahead I'm sure. But I won't find out until I've lived it. I doubt it'll get more interesting, my parents are having friends round, so now I shall answer all the same questions about exams and music and the like, which I actually enjoy because it makes me look smart.
What an egotistical fiend I am.
Monday 12 January 2009
On The Eve Of Battle...
So, tomorrow it begins. The first of my exams, the beginning of the end, the dramatic denoument...
Okay, it's not as exciting as I'm making it out to be, obviously, I mean, who could possibly enjoy sitting a History exam? That'd just be absurd... even if coming up with your own conclusion at the end is an orgasmic experience, and the sheer thrill of flaunting your historical prowess across the broad sheets of white is enough to make even Chuck Norris soil himself...
Exams? Yes okay, they suck but here we are, we have to do them, and what doesn't kill us can only make us stronger. I'll say no more on the subject.
...
So how are you feeling about exams? I'm an excited nervous. History should be good, Music a challenge, and English a downright torture. I'm sure my fellow Englites (that's what we're called, unless you can come up with a better name, which I'm sure you can, being Englites) would back me up in saying that English is horrific. It makes me doubt why we even speak the language.
Because, WE'RE THE GREATEST FUCKING COUNTRY ON THE GLOBE. PERIOD. Even if Chuck Norris had his own country, it wouldn't be as good as England, and I'm sure his language wouldn't be as good.
What point was I making? I don't think I was. Let's start over.
Hey, I'm sitting here and Ray Charles is on again. How many of you heeded my advice/order I wonder? I will find out, don't worry.
I'm going to a fancy dress party this week, I fancy going as a zombie. I recently bought a couple of George A. Romero films (he's the godfather of zombie films if you didn't know) and it really got my gore up. Now I want to go and slaughter a load of undead flesh-eating bastards, but sadly, GOD decided to make them FICTIONAL! You'll get yours old man....
Talking about slaughter, I've seen in many people's various internet personas support for the Israelis and the Palestinians. It's frightening how short-sighted and easily-led people are. I don't know for certain but I'm fairly sure they don't exactly know why they're supporting each side, or at least why there's even a war going on in the first place. And at the same time, how arrogant I sound...
War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing, except the aquisition of oil and other invaluable resources. Well sung, whoever you were who ever sang this song, if indeed you DID sing this song.
Well I think my Ray Charles-fuelled rant is coming to an end now, so until next time compadres, au revoir.
Okay, it's not as exciting as I'm making it out to be, obviously, I mean, who could possibly enjoy sitting a History exam? That'd just be absurd... even if coming up with your own conclusion at the end is an orgasmic experience, and the sheer thrill of flaunting your historical prowess across the broad sheets of white is enough to make even Chuck Norris soil himself...
Exams? Yes okay, they suck but here we are, we have to do them, and what doesn't kill us can only make us stronger. I'll say no more on the subject.
...
So how are you feeling about exams? I'm an excited nervous. History should be good, Music a challenge, and English a downright torture. I'm sure my fellow Englites (that's what we're called, unless you can come up with a better name, which I'm sure you can, being Englites) would back me up in saying that English is horrific. It makes me doubt why we even speak the language.
Because, WE'RE THE GREATEST FUCKING COUNTRY ON THE GLOBE. PERIOD. Even if Chuck Norris had his own country, it wouldn't be as good as England, and I'm sure his language wouldn't be as good.
What point was I making? I don't think I was. Let's start over.
Hey, I'm sitting here and Ray Charles is on again. How many of you heeded my advice/order I wonder? I will find out, don't worry.
I'm going to a fancy dress party this week, I fancy going as a zombie. I recently bought a couple of George A. Romero films (he's the godfather of zombie films if you didn't know) and it really got my gore up. Now I want to go and slaughter a load of undead flesh-eating bastards, but sadly, GOD decided to make them FICTIONAL! You'll get yours old man....
Talking about slaughter, I've seen in many people's various internet personas support for the Israelis and the Palestinians. It's frightening how short-sighted and easily-led people are. I don't know for certain but I'm fairly sure they don't exactly know why they're supporting each side, or at least why there's even a war going on in the first place. And at the same time, how arrogant I sound...
War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing, except the aquisition of oil and other invaluable resources. Well sung, whoever you were who ever sang this song, if indeed you DID sing this song.
Well I think my Ray Charles-fuelled rant is coming to an end now, so until next time compadres, au revoir.
Wednesday 7 January 2009
It's that time of year again...
No, it's not Christmas again, unfortunately. It's my BIRTHDAY (well, tomorrow it will be). So if you guys are planning a surprise... make it good.
I'll act surprised, honest.
Ray Charles, now isn't he one of the finest musicians you've ever heard? You've never heard him?! Buy a record man (or woman) because he is every bit as amazing as I say he is. Old school R&B, he preaches the blues like it is, brother. Sorry, I'm listening to him as I write, his music is hypnotising me into writing this. Seriously though, listen to him.
He didn't have the easiest of starts. Always an outstanding musician of course, but being blind he was taken advantage of. Then, as all big names do, he went to drugs, and for the first part of his life and career it seriously messed him up. DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS!!!!!
I haven't been able to sleep properly over the last week or so, I reckon it's due to exam stress, but my mum reckons I should take some sleeping medicine. I want the sleep but I just don't like the idea of having to drug myself to sleep of a night. It just doesn't seem right.
You know what else isn't right? Humanity. It is consumed in selfishness and greed, why else would the world be in the shithole it is now?
Wow, I really do sound like a teenager, doomsaying like this.
But tomorrow, I'll be a MAN! Because I'll be 18! Because it's my FRIGGIN BRITHDAY!
Do you like how I made a nice link back to the beginning there?
An anaphoric reference for all you grammar geeks out there.
And an aliteration of "G".
"G"... has so many different contexts nowadays. It is the 7th letter of the alphabet, it's a slang term of address, it's the first letter of my name, and also the first letter of the word "great". Coincidence? I think not...
Gee whizz, I have gone on a lot today. Interesting where a train of thought will bring you isn't it? To all you crazy cats out there, goodbye, farewell, and get the fuck off my property!
No, really.
I'll act surprised, honest.
Ray Charles, now isn't he one of the finest musicians you've ever heard? You've never heard him?! Buy a record man (or woman) because he is every bit as amazing as I say he is. Old school R&B, he preaches the blues like it is, brother. Sorry, I'm listening to him as I write, his music is hypnotising me into writing this. Seriously though, listen to him.
He didn't have the easiest of starts. Always an outstanding musician of course, but being blind he was taken advantage of. Then, as all big names do, he went to drugs, and for the first part of his life and career it seriously messed him up. DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS!!!!!
I haven't been able to sleep properly over the last week or so, I reckon it's due to exam stress, but my mum reckons I should take some sleeping medicine. I want the sleep but I just don't like the idea of having to drug myself to sleep of a night. It just doesn't seem right.
You know what else isn't right? Humanity. It is consumed in selfishness and greed, why else would the world be in the shithole it is now?
Wow, I really do sound like a teenager, doomsaying like this.
But tomorrow, I'll be a MAN! Because I'll be 18! Because it's my FRIGGIN BRITHDAY!
Do you like how I made a nice link back to the beginning there?
An anaphoric reference for all you grammar geeks out there.
And an aliteration of "G".
"G"... has so many different contexts nowadays. It is the 7th letter of the alphabet, it's a slang term of address, it's the first letter of my name, and also the first letter of the word "great". Coincidence? I think not...
Gee whizz, I have gone on a lot today. Interesting where a train of thought will bring you isn't it? To all you crazy cats out there, goodbye, farewell, and get the fuck off my property!
No, really.
Friday 2 January 2009
First Post of 2009
Obviously not THE first post, I'm sure at midnight there was some party animal on his PC going "Hey, I'm a PC..." Well, no you're not mate, you're a bit sad. I know I was the one on the floor the other night but at least it was with OTHER PEOPLE!!!
What a good night that was as well. A big hand to Josh for his amazing party!
So, 2009. What's in store? Exams, stress and economic strife. Glad to see we're taking a positive outlook on things. But let's be positive. Let's tell ourselves we're going to enjoy this year, make it ours. I'm not coming on to you by the way.
But if I was what would you say? Surely not that you thought I was gay and that I had no personality. I hate women. They hate me. We get along fine.
Where was I? Oh yes, 2009, it was a very good year. That's what we'll say in 2010.
Wow, I actually thought I'd be able to be more positive about the new year but I guess inspiration has lost me. Sorry folks.
What a good night that was as well. A big hand to Josh for his amazing party!
So, 2009. What's in store? Exams, stress and economic strife. Glad to see we're taking a positive outlook on things. But let's be positive. Let's tell ourselves we're going to enjoy this year, make it ours. I'm not coming on to you by the way.
But if I was what would you say? Surely not that you thought I was gay and that I had no personality. I hate women. They hate me. We get along fine.
Where was I? Oh yes, 2009, it was a very good year. That's what we'll say in 2010.
Wow, I actually thought I'd be able to be more positive about the new year but I guess inspiration has lost me. Sorry folks.
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