Sunday, December 24, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
So I went out Friday night. Met up with my mate Steve and we went to a pub in town called the Goose. There we met up with Emily, Louise, Fern, Saskia and Stoif (yes I know the names mean nowt to you all but hey at least you will know the names of the people Im annoyed at).
Anyway I haven't seen all of these people except Steve and Stoif for at least 6 months. Bear in mind that we were really good friends at school. Now correct me if Im wrong but if you all saw a friend that you hadn't seen for the best part of a year you would make the effort to say hi to that person and make them feel welcome wouldn't you? Well apparently not. Was made to feel like a complete outsider all night. Tried on a couple of occasions to strike up a conversation and failed every time. Anyone outside of the little group of four might as well of not existed. Only time I was spoken to by one of the other girls was when they wanted me to hold their drink/coat. I also was made to feel like I had ruined their night by daring to wear trainers which meant we couldn't get into some of the clubs. I wasn't the only one in trainers but was made to feel like it was all my fault and I had ruined their night. Well excuse me for not conforming to the sort of stuck up mentality that all my female so called Bracknell mates seem to have.
Realise that anyone reading this is probably wondering what all the fuss is about and maybe it is one of the things you had to be there for but it REALLY pissed me off and just reminded me how very glad I am that I moved down here.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Thing is I will probably then be really lonely and be on here bitching about how I miss my dad being here!!
On another note thanks for the comments on my random writing.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Squirrels. You’ve all seen them in parks and trees across the country. Most often they are grey and furry with cute twitching noses and a long bushy tail. Not the appearance you would expect a criminal mastermind to have but then that’s exactly what you’re supposed to think. In reality, behind the bright eyes and the disarmingly innocent face lies the mind of a hardened criminal genius waiting for his opportunity to strike. Every year squirrels make dozens of attempts to overthrow society as we know it. Thankfully for the continued survival of peace and order, all these attempts have so far failed. This is the story of one attempt that came closer than most…
Our tale begins on a beautiful late spring day, the kind that has the British public heading to the beach in droves, getting hideously sunburnt and then complaining that it is far too hot and they wish it would rain. The sky was clear except for the vapour trails of planes and the smell of freshly cut grass had many hay fever sufferers reaching for their packets of anti-histamines. It was near the end of term and the students of the local inner city university were beginning their summer break early.
Like flies to a left over pizza, they flocked to the park and threw themselves down on the grass. By mid afternoon, it was impossible to move more than ten paces without tripping over a comatose body as many felt the effects of the previous night’s ‘pound a pint’ promotion at the student union. Falling over people was not the only risk however. There was also a danger of decapitation as those with more energy and slightly less severe hangovers lobbed Frisbees around for the sake of entertainment. This was the first decent day of weather for weeks and the students were going to enjoy themselves.Unbeknownst to the frolicking students however, they were not the only ones in the park who were planning to take advantage of the sunshine. High up in the dense foliage of one of the beech trees that bordered the park, three pairs of jet black eyes were watching every move made by the teeming mass of humanity sprawled below.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I was having a seriously bad day. Now here’s the thing, everyone thinks they know what it means to be having a bad day and can probably reel off countless examples of things that went wrong and spoilt their day. It may be the morning when they burnt their toast and nearly set the kitchen on fire or the time the car wouldn’t start and made them miss that concert they had waited all year to see. Alternatively people consider it a bad day whenever they get into trouble with their boss, parents or whoever over some small trivial matter and they are made to feel so small that cells have to use a microscope to see them. There are infinite examples and it would be impossible to list them all but I think you’ve got the idea. That’s what everyone thinks a bad day is. If they only knew the truth then most people wouldn’t bother getting out of bed in the morning for fear of having a REALLY bad day.
Truly bad days, like the one I am currently in the middle of, are thankfully very rare. However when they do occur, they are likely to be life changing events that suddenly make you realise that your previous concept of a bad day was so far wide of the mark that you begin to wonder if your understanding of anything was ever accurate.
To help you understand why I can class this as a true bad day rather than a day full of minor annoyances, which is what it started out as, I need to set the scene a bit. At the moment its just gone midday and I’m currently crouched in a typical inner city underpass, full of the usual fast food wrappers, leaves and other rubbish. None of the lights work, the walls are covered with local gang graffiti and there is the faint smell of rat piss in the air. All things considered it isn’t the type of place you want to be crouched unless you absolutely have to. Unfortunately I absolutely have to.I’m out of breath and bitterly wishing that I’d started going to the gym when I said I would. Maybe then I would be in slightly better shape and not trying to fight off what feels like an impending coronary. On the road overhead a couple of police cars are racing past, sirens blaring. Normally this isn’t something to worry about except this time they are looking for me. For the record I’d like to make it perfectly clear that I am completely innocent. I know that hiding from the police in a stinking underpass full of litter isn’t really the action taken by an innocent person but you don’t know the entire situation yet and trust me when I tell you, hiding in this underpass is the only way I can stop myself landing in even more trouble.
So any one got any ideas or is it just best if I give up now?!
Monday, October 16, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
Again just for something else to do, here are some of my other favourite quotes.
"There are 3 kinds of people in the world. Those who want things to happen, those who make things happen and those who just wonder what the hell happened."
"You are not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on"
"Conversations are going on all around me. I join some, I leave some and some never found me"
"Don't follow a path others have set. Set a path for others to follow."
"If nothing can go wrong then you have forgotten something important."
Anyone else got any quotes they would like to add?
Rock on one and all.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
There I was, I knocked on her door and from behind the door came this inane babbling (I think she wanted to know who was there).
She answered the door and the first thing I said was that I was from the council. BIG MISTAKE!!!
She went on and on about taking me to court (cause of course I AM the council!!!) and I was just trying to find a polite way of running away. She kept talking about how her neighbours were rude to her and her pension isn't enough.
The whole experience got me thinking, what is it with crazy little old ladies. They look so small and helpless and sweet but they are the root of all evil. They lure you into a false sense of security then lunge wildly at you with verbal abuse (and on the odd occasion, a walking stick).
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Lets be careful out there team members. Ellie has had chocolate mousse over her trousers, Andrew has had hot soup, there are foods lurking round every corner just waiting to be spilt on your freshly laundered clothes. Its a messy world out there. Will our clothes survive the quiz tonight?
Friday, September 22, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Tonight those members of the blog who dined together agreed that we should all be living together in practically perfect harmony. There are of course a few minor things we need to sort out before that can happen e.g the money and finding the right property etc etc . So just in case our lottery numbers come up this weekend I think we should gather some ideas about what our house should look like (yes those towers can be made out of ivory Ellie) and have in it. Also don't forget to volunteer for a role in the house or just like the phone rota you may be allocated a duty.
Monday, September 11, 2006
My basis for this thought relies mainly on Eastenders and Hollyoaks and as I do not really watch any others, I would appreciate some feedback from those who do.
Now we all know that Eastenders is usaully enough to make any self respecting, contented person what to kill themselves but the whole 'downs' story line is just too much. As for Hollyoaks, killing pretty much the entire cast in an arson attack from a crazy rapist. Why can't they just all be happy, like me (he he he he).
It begs the question, why on earth do I watch this crap and why do I decide to talk about it on the blog?
I'm sorry guys. I will go away now and think of something worth talking about.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
As the self appointed arbiters of ...., I think we should work out what we mean by ..... Does it relate to a particular piece in a game of dominos, four balls in cricket to which no runs have been scored, morse code (does anybody know what .... stands for?), dot to dot, dot matrix, Dot Cotton (Oh Jim, you know I'm not one to gossip!)?
Oh my good god, I feel so very sad, yet I appear to be enjoying the blog experience. One could say revelling! I know it's all wrong, be it feels so right!
How about discussing the use of "one" in third person? In for instance: How does one hang one's blog roll?
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Also a question to ponder... How do we know that we are not just brains in jars?
Friday, September 01, 2006
Also seeing as we are now the self employed self appointed arbiters what rates should we charge for our services?! :)
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
A little housekeeping.....
Are we all happy with the look of our blog. The template can be changed but I would just advise that I am the sole administrator of the blog at the moment so if you pick one I don't like, I just won't get round to updating it!
Finally how many days, stranded on an island without food, would it take for a college who eats anything to start consider you as their next meal?