Category: Personal

Boy do I got a headache. I also seem to have lost control of all gramatical skills.

Its pretty late, and I’m pretty drunk, so thats ok. Went to a lame “rock” venue tonight at the request of cottie, cos he enjoyed Biohazard there so much he assumed it would be a cool nite every weekend. Actually it was good fun.

My brother has been going out with a girl for 2 years and got pretty boring and never came out, sadly he split up with her the other month, but he’s turned back into the old Bruv we used to know, in a matter of 2 hours and a few alcoholically inclined beverages.

On the way home I met up with another person I lost touch with, Jane. She a funky metal chick (no she’s not metallic) who hangs around with Kev (who I also lost touch with) who hangs with Andy (who I previously mentioned). I gave her a big kiss, which was nice, cos I think she is a babe, but I was drunk and would never (and have never) do that kind of thing to her cos I don;t really know her. She thought it was pretty funny tho. Her mate with the cool red hair was also from my university course and she recognised me so I said hi. She was quite cool too. Shame. Ok, nite nite.

Went to the pub with Toasty (sorry dnr now), Scara + Greg. Hads a fricken riot of a time, hilarious. Scara has to be the funniest guy I know (even tho he is terribly ill with flu or malaria or something).

The only thing that spoilt it was the bar staffs insistence that we could have 5 bottles for only £4. Which was a strange thing to keep telling us as we only ever attempted to order 1 bottle, for only the price of 1 bottle, and I was drinking Guinness. In a pint glass. I didn’t want it in 5 bottles, I was quite content with the way it was.

happy happy happy! joy joy joy! I so TOTALLY in a happy mood right now, feeling good, looking good (cept I need a shave), and I love it!. I’m quite sure I’ve discovered the answer to the worlds problems, its called Ska!

Ska and Ska-Punk really, I’m making a Compilation CD for Little Elf and LydiaBushGrrl, erm, for LittleElf to cheer her up (if it works this well then everything will be cool) and for Lydia because I’m sending her a book anyway, may as well spread some transatlantic joy too. Listening to the Blue Beats right now “Don’t get Crazy”, shoutz out to JudgeRuffNeck for sorting me out with this tune. I’m off to skank some more (maybe have a shave too, but not whilst skanking, that is dangerous and not advised).

Had a very strange dream last nite that I met a girl I used to know at school and we hit it off, made out and were gonna, you know, (*uh huh huh*) do it. Its weird, cos I remember fancying this girl when I first met her but she was a bit of a slag I think, so forgot all about her. Never really spoke to her, and hardly knew her, weird she got into my dream. The bitch.

ooh, and I found out the other nite a totally gorgeous girl I’ve known for years split with her loooong time boyfriend. I’m wondering wether to get back in contact (not chatted for a coupla month, surprised? I’m not) and see what I can see. Dunno tho, for years I’ve secretly liked her but now I might be able to ask her out, I dunno if I want to. Dunno why, I being weird ’bout girls right now. Want one but don’t.

The geek-ware server froze up. dunno what the hell that was all about, (probably a sabotage attempt by Scaramanga by dontaing shoddy hardware). So I had to drive out at 11.20pm to sort it out, had enough to deal with here at home.

Been chatting a lot today with Little Elf, she’s quite upset about splitting with her boyfriend, so I;ve been trying to distract her a little. I think its the season for break-ups, my bro and his gf, my sis and her bf, Little Elf’;s whole household is splitting up with each other. Good job I sussed all this relationship crap up a year or so ago and can avoid it all, altho, I’m kinda just helping everyone else out it seems, not avoiding it at all. Oh well, as long as someone is having fun!

Strange dream time, but I’ll give you the grounding first so you might understand it. I realised I was losing touch with friends because of my recent hermit-like-ness, some of these friends I’ve known a long time, learnt a lot from and loved a great deal, some of them I just borrowed money from. So I thought I’d better start making the effort, and where best to start making effort? where you need to exhert it the least, email!

I decided to email Lorraine, a very cool girl I met at university a few years ago. She changed the way I looked at life, the universe, and sex (she made me scared of it actually). So I wrote a nice long email telling her whats been going on and asking about her life (she’s made the effort on a few occasions to get back in touch with me but I was just, um, lazy I guess)

Well in the dream, I got a reply from a big fat 40yr old man, called Veronica (this is Lorraine’s email address) who complained I’d sent him an email by accident, but thought I sounded cute and would like to meet me. I don’t remember the rest of that dream, which is probably a good thing.

Another dream I had last nite was a halloweeny one. A bunch of kids turned up at the door trick-or-treating and I told em we nothing left, and they got nutso and started tearing my car to bits so I tried to tempt them away with bananas (dreams are so frustrating, in real life I’d get IN my car and run them down a few times.

The phone woke me up (this is real life btw) and I woke it up a bit dazed, and it was Lorraine! HURRAR! She’s ringing me back later, when I’ve woken up properly. What a nice day so far

I’ll get back in touch with someone else soon and report back, probably my life mate Mark Lerman, but I won’t post so many photos of him as he’s not quite as pretty.

This is old news but I didn’t have a diary when I found out about it. Phillipa Forrester got pregnant somehow and has had a child. Which is terrible as it might mean she has a husband or boyfriend, but it does mean she must have had sex, which is a nice thought. If all women were like Phillipa, we’d have to have special public ejaculatories, else I’d never make it through the day without a towel of some sort.

I’m not really the sort for worshipping at the feet of famous people, mainly cos famous people are all idiots, and I hate feet, but Phillipa Forrester and Tori Amos are exceptions. Altho I don’t actually worship them, so I guess I lied to you. I’m sorry.

“When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother what will I be.”

She told me that if I played around with fireworks I’d die horribly, or at least get substantial scarring. It seems mothers don’t say that nowadays. Its not even Bonfire night yet and the local idiots have already began the traditional appendage removal ceremonies. The hospital should put them to the back of the queue, and if there isn’t a queue, they should have to sit in agony for at least 20mins anyway, to learn their lesson.

Their are laws against the use of explosives, in public or whatever, so how come its fine once a year just cos a few hundreds years ago a dumb Catholic got drunk with some of his chums and thought it would be cool to blow up the King.

Why the hell should I celebrate the brutal death of a religious nut by blowing my friends and family up into tiny pieces. Have fun yourselves tho, don’t let me stop you. Just make sure you take a torch tho, it’ll come in handy when you have to search the garden for your Uncle Tom’s missing fingers he blew off demonstrating the illegally imported iraqi fireworks he got off some guy he met in the pub with the Irish accent, who mubled something about “finally getting our own back”