GolliBlog

Tout d'abord...

2008-03-27T02:39:00.003Z

Salut tout le monde, j'espère que tout s'est passé bien, depuis le dernier message ici! Ça fait un an environ.

Gosh.

Well here we are, I haven't written anything here for a long period of time, it is amusing and very nostalgic gazing back at the previous entries here. Over the last twenty minutes I have giggled, cringed and smiled at my postings.

I see blogs such as this as more of an open diary, one has to take great care in what they divulge as you never know who might be reading it. That factor, however, should not prevent a good laugh and bitch about the goings on in my everyday life.

A lot has changed really, I live away from the bosom of my parents now, which has outstanding advantages. This is especially so, if you look at the hour in which I am writing this.

Still have my love for languages, I've picked up spanish over the past two years, entonces hola chicos ;)

So I rent a house now too, which is ok, except for one housemate who believes it is acceptable to steal food persistently. Words shall be had let me tell you, I'm not sure what they will be as of yet. I could try something like "I think you are a complete disgrace and deserve to be shot, in the vagina."

I have a lovely boyfriend now, so that makes me happy :) <3

I have re-ignited my love for Ready SteadyCook recently, some lovely cooking ideas there. I do think Ainsley Harriot needs to improve his attempts at humour (as do I probably), but I'm happy that he has kept his head shining after all these years, bless.

A bientôt.

blows dust

2007-04-17T17:28:00.001Z

Hello there! It has been a very long time since I have used this poor thing, I really should get to posting on these things a bit more.

I hope you have all been well, whoever enjoys reading this.

I'll try to comment on a whole range of things, but yes I'm still alive!

blows dust

2007-04-17T17:28:00.000Z

It's the funeral countdown!

2006-08-21T15:24:00.000Z

A couple of weeks ago whilst bobbling around in my local HMV store (a music store). I saw this book titled "1000 Albums to listen to before you die" or something like that. I flicked through it, but not all of it was to my taste. Besides we all have different tastes in music, so if you think I'm going to listen to a Madonna album on my death bed, you are wrong. If you don't like insensitive things or if you know someone who has just died recently, then I apologise and I'd advise you to do something else. However, if you don't care or are interested then read on.
10 songs that I want played at my funeral!

1. Martin Grech - Holy Father Inferior
This song has been described as "you can almost hear the galloping, thumping hoofs of the Four Men of the Apocalypse."
2. Pink Floyd - Careful With That Axe Eugene.
Well they'd have to play the version from Ummagumma, mainly because for those unfamiliar with the song, it will scare them (It made me jump when I first heard it). It is an instrumental and very eerie.
3. REM - Everybody Hurts
I think if I was actually depressed, this song would make me cry. Plus Michael Stipe has an amazing voice. So hopefully everyone will cry in the audience type thing they have.
4. Radiohead - Exit Music (For Film)
I chose this one, because it is bloody miserable but brilliant.
5. Nightwish - Ghost Love Score
A dramatic change in tempo this one, a taste of things to come. Symphonic metal at its finest. This song spans for 10 minutes :)
6. Opeth - Deliverance
From the album of the same name, an amazing riffs and diverse vocals. 13 minutes of progressive goodness.
7. Rammstein - Ohne Dich
Slowing down a little bit now, those powerful german lyrics. Song title translates to Without You apparently.
8. Tool - Wings for Marie Part 1.
This one will test the patience of those folk attending. I absolutely love this band, my funeral would be incomplete without them.
9. Tool - 10,000 Days (Wings Part 2)
It is a crime to listen to either of these on their own, you need both parts!
10. Manic Street Preachers - A Design for Life
The speakers would need to be turned up extra loud for this one.

End.

Of course this list means nothing to you if you have never heard of some of the songs. But I would suggest obtaining some of them to give them a try.

Some lessons to be learnt

2006-07-21T21:59:00.000Z

It is quite astonishing at the things you see and learn while you're away in a different place. So, I have just returned from a little break in Lille, a nice little french city in the north (nord de france).

One of the things that slipped to the back of my mind before I got there, was the greetings. It isn't an odd thing there for a man to kiss a man in public. It does actually seem very polite.

A level french is not how actual proper French people speak, when you get into the technicalities of a french menu, I struggled. - teacher make note now.

I saw some of the scariest and also well dressed tramps that I have ever seen in my life. One even asked for some bread that I was carying. Some were missing shoes, others didn't look that poor, some were minus a few teeth and felt it was a requirement to leave their mouth suspended open.

Security is very tight, walked into a supermarket, just after going over the old "Bonjour" greeting, a security guard stapled my clothes bag together and carefully watched us around the store. I also got searched before going on Eurostar, yet they don't search people on normal trains. My mobile had set the old detectors off.

They are quite civilised people, well dressed, not overweight and not drunk. They have a completely different culture to the UK regarding booze, beer is on the menu right under the orange juice and the water.

C'est tout.

Holiday

2006-07-17T14:49:00.000Z

From Wednesday I'm on holiday in France, which should be really nice and hopefully I'll get a chance to practice some of my french, as a student there is nothing more frustrating than being spoken to in english, when you have a fairly good understanding of it. I'll try and get some nice pictures for you all too. Jonny has given me a few tips..such as remembering some rule and something about foregrounds.

British People - Is it me or is every shop now selling Harribo by the tills?

I shall be back by Friday for more fun and games.

Rambles

2006-06-30T23:35:00.000Z

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

No Excuse

2006-06-20T15:56:00.000Z

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

That's Entertainment?

2006-06-16T08:12:00.000Z

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.

Sneeze

2006-06-09T12:49:00.000Z

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.

J'ai dix-huit ans

2006-06-04T16:17:00.000Z

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.

The Silence of Your Seclusion

2006-05-29T19:16:00.001Z

Title of this entry being from a mighty Opeth song, The Drapery Falls, get it now.

Birthday
My birthday is fast approaching and I'm not really sure what I want or if I even need anything at all, because I 'm used to buying stuff whenever I want anyway. Still at least I'll be able to legally buy alcohol, woo.

Birds
There is a big bird sitting on the neighbour's roof. I'm just thinking about purchasing a gun, shooting it in the arse and watch it fall. (Do birds have arses? Or do they just drop shit on to your lovely new black coat out of some flap?)

Britishness
I just took an online English test written in French and to my horror I managed to fail it.

Breasts
Aren't they strange things? Why do us males have them?

Bizarre
Anyone fancy being hypnotised?

Observation of People

2006-05-28T11:56:00.000Z

I've decided to set myself up a new blog. Not on SSD, the blogs there are rather underused at the moment, I would like to work on bringing them back at somepoint, so for now, this will be my little home.

Yesterday I was at work, I do actually quite enjoy my part time job (supermarket), those who speak to me often enough should generally get that impression. Now I'm quite multi-skilled in that place, I can sort of do pretty much anything except chop up fish or slice pig. Alas, yesterday I was sent out for 1 hour 45 mins to push trolleys(shopping carts) in the rain. Whilst doing this little job I came across many different people, some of which struck me as interesting.

I should also explain that the distrubution of trolleys relies upon two lifts (elevators).

Burger Van Junkies
3 people, mother, woman, son. Each eating grease/fast food out of a polystyrene container. How inconsiderate can one possibly be? Thank you for fouling a lift with your filth.

Small Annoying Boy With Girls
"oooorh I wuldn't go in dere if i wus u" says the boy. The said child having just farted inside a lift. So I decided a would get some more trolleys hoping he would bugger off or his parents would find him. I arrive back, me deliberatley making a loud noise by pushing one trolley into another, to sort of give an impression of power I suppose. The child had decided to push all the trolleys I had lined up together, ruining my organisation since I can only get about 4-5 trolleys in each lift. You little shit, you are standing near a flight of 150 stairs, fancy a push?

Fragile Middle Aged Lady
This lady must of been in her late forties/early fifties, yet she was walking with a stick, very slowly making her way to the shiny red mobility scooter. I actually felt quite sorry for her and gave her the help she asked for and was very thankful. Shame really. And there she sat for 15 mins eating something from her shopping outside a very smoky area.

End of post.

GolliBlog

Tout d'abord...

*blows dust*

*blows dust*

It's the funeral countdown!

Some lessons to be learnt

Holiday

Rambles

No Excuse

That's Entertainment?

*Sneeze*

J'ai dix-huit ans

The Silence of Your Seclusion

Observation of People

blows dust

blows dust

Sneeze