Well, this piece is called "Lick My Love Pump"
It has been brought to my attention that it's been a while since I wrote here. You may consider this post as an attempt to rectify this situation without fear of misinterpretation.
Here's one for you - A horse goes in to a bar. The barman says "Why the long face?". But seriously now, why the long absence? Have I been off helping blind kids in third world countries learn to read the bible and fuck up their lives like a fair portion of the Western world? Scouring the planet for a cure for the common cold? Perhaps helping to map some tricky outer reaches of South America?
The answer to all the above questions, though it may surprise regular readers (avid fans?) is no. I have merely buckled under the immense pressure that lay on these shoulders in trying to follow my last thrilling post on the status of my MSN name. Then we got beaten up and I couldn't post about that as I'd sound like an emo whiner. Then something happened at work that made me mad and no one likes it when people moan about their jobs on their journal.
But time waits for no man (or woman, as far as I know - though opinions are divided... girls tend to get what they want) and so I'm back an' I'm updating.
On Friday I was in an immensely bad mood, angry as they come and fuming in all ways possible. Inconsolable, you could say. In a vague attempt to distract myself, I stuck "This Is Spinal Tap" on and settled down to watch it (for the first time, I should add... how I left it this long is anyone's guess). By the end, I was in the greatest mood ever. So, I now know what's required to cheer me up in any given situation. Absolute genius.
On Saturday we went up to London ("You can waaaalk around with your trouuuusers down in good ol' Camden London tooooown TOWN.") for Silly Funtm and a gig. Silly Fun essentially revolves around getting drunk and proposing the award of varying amounts of "Naughty Points" for various tasks which inevitably are never completed. It was fun anyway. I then stumbled across an authentic (allegedly) American diner in Soho which proceeded to serve me the finest Hamburger I've ever eaten. We then went to the gig, which sucked. It was +44 and there were no pluses.
On Sunday I woke up feeling rough as a badger's arse (to coin a phrase once uttered by Ross Noble in a moment of comedy genius, which reminds me I need to get a copy of that appearance on Radio 4 on Monday that I missed due to being a forgetful so-and-so.) and dragged myself out of bed to get ready for football. In a cruel twist of fate, my hangover-riddled body was to attempt to keep league leaders Leadcraft from scoring. To say I was confident would have been a lie. Somehow though, we pulled it out of the bag and came away with a 5-2 victory. Both my legs are fucked from strong challenges (the left leg has a huge gash in it where a boot has been dragged down the shin, and on the right leg you can see 5 cuts that suspiciously match the position of 5 of the 6 studs on a standard football boot.) Worth it for the win though... although I should have saved both of the goals we let in.
Watched the Superbowl Sunday night, I was rootin' for the Colts and Ben (that lad what I share this amazin' apartment with) was backing the Bears. The opening minute led to jubilant scenes from Ben's sofa and panic from mine, but luckily my quarterback was better than his quarterback and I was triumphant. Though I went to bed. So. Shut up. It was late.
Woke up Monday morning with swollen throat glands and promptly sacked off work for the day as I couldn't really talk/swallow properly. Lounged about all day doing nothing. Woke up Tuesday, no change. Sacked off work, lounged about all day doing nothing. Woke up late Today, lounged about all day doing nothing.
Tomorrow, however, I will be back at work.
PLANS! That's how I'll finish this one (as I was starting to babble on a bit). 2007 will contain:
+ A daytrip to the Lake District (BAM!) within 1 calendar month of this Saturday;
+ A roadtrip to Roskilde Festival in Denmark, in July (BANG!);
+ An Awesome New Years... perhaps in New York if I can find anyone who wants to go, and if I can afford it.
There are more plans but this is far too public a stage to list the lot.
Dependant on the health of a certain Singer, this weekend will either consist of a band rehearsal and two stem gigs with a Reading match and a Calcot match sandwiched in, or a trip to the Lake District and a Calcot match. STAY TUNED (but don't devote all your attention as there is every chance I'll forget to update for a while).
Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-D-UNIT
Here's one for you - A horse goes in to a bar. The barman says "Why the long face?". But seriously now, why the long absence? Have I been off helping blind kids in third world countries learn to read the bible and fuck up their lives like a fair portion of the Western world? Scouring the planet for a cure for the common cold? Perhaps helping to map some tricky outer reaches of South America?
The answer to all the above questions, though it may surprise regular readers (avid fans?) is no. I have merely buckled under the immense pressure that lay on these shoulders in trying to follow my last thrilling post on the status of my MSN name. Then we got beaten up and I couldn't post about that as I'd sound like an emo whiner. Then something happened at work that made me mad and no one likes it when people moan about their jobs on their journal.
But time waits for no man (or woman, as far as I know - though opinions are divided... girls tend to get what they want) and so I'm back an' I'm updating.
On Friday I was in an immensely bad mood, angry as they come and fuming in all ways possible. Inconsolable, you could say. In a vague attempt to distract myself, I stuck "This Is Spinal Tap" on and settled down to watch it (for the first time, I should add... how I left it this long is anyone's guess). By the end, I was in the greatest mood ever. So, I now know what's required to cheer me up in any given situation. Absolute genius.
On Saturday we went up to London ("You can waaaalk around with your trouuuusers down in good ol' Camden London tooooown TOWN.") for Silly Funtm and a gig. Silly Fun essentially revolves around getting drunk and proposing the award of varying amounts of "Naughty Points" for various tasks which inevitably are never completed. It was fun anyway. I then stumbled across an authentic (allegedly) American diner in Soho which proceeded to serve me the finest Hamburger I've ever eaten. We then went to the gig, which sucked. It was +44 and there were no pluses.
On Sunday I woke up feeling rough as a badger's arse (to coin a phrase once uttered by Ross Noble in a moment of comedy genius, which reminds me I need to get a copy of that appearance on Radio 4 on Monday that I missed due to being a forgetful so-and-so.) and dragged myself out of bed to get ready for football. In a cruel twist of fate, my hangover-riddled body was to attempt to keep league leaders Leadcraft from scoring. To say I was confident would have been a lie. Somehow though, we pulled it out of the bag and came away with a 5-2 victory. Both my legs are fucked from strong challenges (the left leg has a huge gash in it where a boot has been dragged down the shin, and on the right leg you can see 5 cuts that suspiciously match the position of 5 of the 6 studs on a standard football boot.) Worth it for the win though... although I should have saved both of the goals we let in.
Watched the Superbowl Sunday night, I was rootin' for the Colts and Ben (that lad what I share this amazin' apartment with) was backing the Bears. The opening minute led to jubilant scenes from Ben's sofa and panic from mine, but luckily my quarterback was better than his quarterback and I was triumphant. Though I went to bed. So. Shut up. It was late.
Woke up Monday morning with swollen throat glands and promptly sacked off work for the day as I couldn't really talk/swallow properly. Lounged about all day doing nothing. Woke up Tuesday, no change. Sacked off work, lounged about all day doing nothing. Woke up late Today, lounged about all day doing nothing.
Tomorrow, however, I will be back at work.
PLANS! That's how I'll finish this one (as I was starting to babble on a bit). 2007 will contain:
+ A daytrip to the Lake District (BAM!) within 1 calendar month of this Saturday;
+ A roadtrip to Roskilde Festival in Denmark, in July (BANG!);
+ An Awesome New Years... perhaps in New York if I can find anyone who wants to go, and if I can afford it.
There are more plans but this is far too public a stage to list the lot.
Dependant on the health of a certain Singer, this weekend will either consist of a band rehearsal and two stem gigs with a Reading match and a Calcot match sandwiched in, or a trip to the Lake District and a Calcot match. STAY TUNED (but don't devote all your attention as there is every chance I'll forget to update for a while).
Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-D-UNIT