vendredi, juin 30, 2006
Rambles
Not made one of these little things for a while, bet you really missed them didn't you.
As I write this, my father is drunk, I am boiling, the amount of rubbish on my desk is midly irritating and a daddy long legs has just been brutally murdered by a hand held plastic object.
I have work tomorrow, any strange customers shall be reported here.
I now have an ipod nano, it is thin, light, sexy but delicate. Only disadvantage is its not 20gb like my creative zen, but it was a nice present.
As you read this entry, you realise how interesting it has become, very very interesting, your eyes are focused on this entry, keep them focused at all times for you may miss something...important....focus, nothing else matters except this text here and as you read this I'd like you to start to feel relaxed...resting in your chair, nice and relaxed but concentrating o this message..., thats it... and as you concentrate your gaze grows stronger and stronger, your eyes become heavy, heavy, heavy...very very heavy, so heavy infact that it becomes harder and harder to keep them open, you just want to let those eyes close...close them, close your eyes, feel relaxed :P
As I write this, my father is drunk, I am boiling, the amount of rubbish on my desk is midly irritating and a daddy long legs has just been brutally murdered by a hand held plastic object.
I have work tomorrow, any strange customers shall be reported here.
I now have an ipod nano, it is thin, light, sexy but delicate. Only disadvantage is its not 20gb like my creative zen, but it was a nice present.
As you read this entry, you realise how interesting it has become, very very interesting, your eyes are focused on this entry, keep them focused at all times for you may miss something...important....focus, nothing else matters except this text here and as you read this I'd like you to start to feel relaxed...resting in your chair, nice and relaxed but concentrating o this message..., thats it... and as you concentrate your gaze grows stronger and stronger, your eyes become heavy, heavy, heavy...very very heavy, so heavy infact that it becomes harder and harder to keep them open, you just want to let those eyes close...close them, close your eyes, feel relaxed :P
mardi, juin 20, 2006
No Excuse
It may well be a sunny hot day here in merry old England, but I am disgusted at the behaviour of some of our local residents. So, get on the bloody floor and Ollie will tell you a wee story about his bus journey.
I like to sit at the top of the bus, because it gets me away from the herd of old people sitting downstairs, talking about how such and such is deaf now and some are clearly just gazing into the posters a foot above their heads. On the top of the bus I couldn't help but notice that there was a big fat man in his fifties or sixties, plonked in a nice wooden chair in his garden, with the fat just sorta dripping over the edge like a well roasted duck. Oh I forgot to mention, he was in his swimming shorts.
One minute later I see another man in his sixties walk straight out of his house, brushing his teeth and in nothing but..you guessed it, shorts.
Will you please consider fellow bus passengers who have paid an astronomical fare before exposing yourself outside your own house. Thanks.
People hypnotised recently: 2
I like to sit at the top of the bus, because it gets me away from the herd of old people sitting downstairs, talking about how such and such is deaf now and some are clearly just gazing into the posters a foot above their heads. On the top of the bus I couldn't help but notice that there was a big fat man in his fifties or sixties, plonked in a nice wooden chair in his garden, with the fat just sorta dripping over the edge like a well roasted duck. Oh I forgot to mention, he was in his swimming shorts.
One minute later I see another man in his sixties walk straight out of his house, brushing his teeth and in nothing but..you guessed it, shorts.
Will you please consider fellow bus passengers who have paid an astronomical fare before exposing yourself outside your own house. Thanks.
People hypnotised recently: 2
vendredi, juin 16, 2006
That's Entertainment?
Amazingly, I was awake early this morning at about 6:30 am, I was of course thinking it might be something like 9.30am (due to the bright summer mornings). So that was quite nice and I didn't feel a tiny bit tired, considering I got to bed at 2am last night. Not really enough sleep is it?
Now what does one do at 2am, whilst a good chunk of people are asleep? Well pinstead of browsing/time wasting online/porn I decided to watch TV! Let me explain that my TV is currently used for watching the World Cup, that is all that I have bothered with.
So, on goes the TV not really much on at midnight anything remotely decent has finished. Flicking through the channels and I see something called Quiz Night Live. (FTN - Channel 20 on Freeview). Already the name was rather worrying. You had 4 words on the screen each with a letter taken out and you had to guess the right word out of the missing letters.
PA_TING
B_ND
M_DE
FE_T
I thought RATE might fit in.
If all this nonsense wasn't enough, it was presented by a rather irritating little man, dressed casually, hair gel and blonde. He kept repeating himself,taking things quite seriously and generally rambling on about how much money people could win or complete shit about how he goes out with his "mates". Maybe this is what you do with a Media Studies degree? Please enlighten me.
You may now be wondering, why on earth were you still watching this Oliver? Well to put it simply, there was nothing else on and this guy was making a complete twat out of himself. So I couldn't help but watch closely.
I noticed on my TV guide that his had been on for...3 hours. Honestly, it would cost you less to steal the money at 75p per min for a call.
After 1am the show finished, nobody won. The studio even had a sofa which nobody sat on. AND THEY HAVE TO DO IT ALL AGAIN TOMORROW!
So I flicked on ITV4 and sat and watched some David Letterman, which was midly amusing, so that was fine. During the adverts I flicked back to FTN to discover a topless, big breasted woman, smacking a man's arse with an electrified tennis racket. Then it moved on to the GangBang Boyz. Back to David Letterman then.
After that, I thought I'd see what else is on. BOTH ITV2 AND ITV1 were showing more painful quiz shows. May I remind some people that ITV1 is a flagship TV channel who were showing the World Cup only 6 or 7 hours ago.
I then flick to a music channel which used to play some rock and metal at this time, when it was new. But NO! There is a big bald shiny black man...presenting a quiz!
What has happened to TV?
To its credit there are some decent channels, but good programs are occassional.
I also noticed some shopping channels were on too, who is going to sit up at 2am in the morning to buy something that can wipe grease from your oven?
Its good to rant sometimes.
On a more personal note, I have been doing some more revison and I need to cram a little more in before my exam on tuesday.
Now what does one do at 2am, whilst a good chunk of people are asleep? Well pinstead of browsing/time wasting online/porn I decided to watch TV! Let me explain that my TV is currently used for watching the World Cup, that is all that I have bothered with.
So, on goes the TV not really much on at midnight anything remotely decent has finished. Flicking through the channels and I see something called Quiz Night Live. (FTN - Channel 20 on Freeview). Already the name was rather worrying. You had 4 words on the screen each with a letter taken out and you had to guess the right word out of the missing letters.
PA_TING
B_ND
M_DE
FE_T
I thought RATE might fit in.
If all this nonsense wasn't enough, it was presented by a rather irritating little man, dressed casually, hair gel and blonde. He kept repeating himself,taking things quite seriously and generally rambling on about how much money people could win or complete shit about how he goes out with his "mates". Maybe this is what you do with a Media Studies degree? Please enlighten me.
You may now be wondering, why on earth were you still watching this Oliver? Well to put it simply, there was nothing else on and this guy was making a complete twat out of himself. So I couldn't help but watch closely.
I noticed on my TV guide that his had been on for...3 hours. Honestly, it would cost you less to steal the money at 75p per min for a call.
After 1am the show finished, nobody won. The studio even had a sofa which nobody sat on. AND THEY HAVE TO DO IT ALL AGAIN TOMORROW!
So I flicked on ITV4 and sat and watched some David Letterman, which was midly amusing, so that was fine. During the adverts I flicked back to FTN to discover a topless, big breasted woman, smacking a man's arse with an electrified tennis racket. Then it moved on to the GangBang Boyz. Back to David Letterman then.
After that, I thought I'd see what else is on. BOTH ITV2 AND ITV1 were showing more painful quiz shows. May I remind some people that ITV1 is a flagship TV channel who were showing the World Cup only 6 or 7 hours ago.
I then flick to a music channel which used to play some rock and metal at this time, when it was new. But NO! There is a big bald shiny black man...presenting a quiz!
What has happened to TV?
To its credit there are some decent channels, but good programs are occassional.
I also noticed some shopping channels were on too, who is going to sit up at 2am in the morning to buy something that can wipe grease from your oven?
Its good to rant sometimes.
On a more personal note, I have been doing some more revison and I need to cram a little more in before my exam on tuesday.
vendredi, juin 09, 2006
*Sneeze*
Oh how the summer misery is upon as all like a pink morbidly obese poodle. I'm talking about Hayfever, I do recommend taking eye drops for those that have it, they really help. The nose spray is questionable. I tend not to take tablets, I took them once before for hayfever, they didn't work for me. Also there is the slight issue that I am about as good at swallowing tablets as a pussy cat attempting to prise open the cat food cupboard. I usually end up chewing the bloody things and have them stuck in my teeth for an hour or two.
Revision is slow at the moment, bits and bobs here and there.
More soon.
Revision is slow at the moment, bits and bobs here and there.
More soon.
dimanche, juin 04, 2006
J'ai dix-huit ans
I am now a man, which means I can buy lots of alcohol, shame it is so expensive. This is blog is two days late, my birthday was on Friday but I have been drunk since. Sorry. (Lies)
I guess being 18 means that I have at least 47 years until I can retire on a state pension, I wonder if I'll still be writing this blog in 47 years? That'd be quite scary. I know for a fact I won't be greeting each birthday with open arms. I walked past some retirement flats in town yesterday, these folk seemed quite well off they were quite nice looking flats. Most of them had their doors wide open because of the warm day it was. I'm quite a nosy person, looking into other peoples lives is fun. There sat a man alone on his very floral chair, plastic tray neatly place infront, red slippers and cheap plastic spoon dipping into his factory processed shepherds pie. That might be any of us in 60 years.
I guess being 18 means that I have at least 47 years until I can retire on a state pension, I wonder if I'll still be writing this blog in 47 years? That'd be quite scary. I know for a fact I won't be greeting each birthday with open arms. I walked past some retirement flats in town yesterday, these folk seemed quite well off they were quite nice looking flats. Most of them had their doors wide open because of the warm day it was. I'm quite a nosy person, looking into other peoples lives is fun. There sat a man alone on his very floral chair, plastic tray neatly place infront, red slippers and cheap plastic spoon dipping into his factory processed shepherds pie. That might be any of us in 60 years.
