Saturday, January 31
I've spent the evening surfing. Someone had posted their visited world map from World 66. It shows what countries of the world you've been to, here's mine:
I've visited 4 countries, it says that's 1% of the planet. That's a lot of space I've never been to. It makes me sad, I'd love to see the world. I just wish I didn't hate being hot and creepy crawly things so much. 00:29
I've visited 4 countries, it says that's 1% of the planet. That's a lot of space I've never been to. It makes me sad, I'd love to see the world. I just wish I didn't hate being hot and creepy crawly things so much. 00:29
Friday, January 30
Another dull, dull day. I managed another paragraph on my essay. At this rate I may just have it finished in time for March. Walked up to the Co-Op and bought some lovely bread, poppy bloomer. Mmm, delicious stuff. Off to see David tomorrow. I'm all nervous about if Amy will be there. I've never met her, I don't know how she feels about me, I don't know what's going to happen. Most likely everything will be fine, but my head likes to torture me with the worst possible outcomes.
God I need some excitement in my life. 22:15
God I need some excitement in my life. 22:15
Thursday, January 29
I've been blogchalking: United Kingdom, Leeds, English, Sarah, Female, 21-25, reading, photography.
I doubt it means much in the long run. 15:49
I doubt it means much in the long run. 15:49
It is very, very cold. Last night I had my heating on full, my fire on full and a warm, fluffy hat on and I was still freezing. This is not funny. It should be illegal for it to be this cold.
The essay hasn't made any more progress. I have more of an idea about what to write now, but no idea where to start. I was supposed to go to the pub quiz with Phil and Tom last night but due to the cold and snow, and my patheticness around anything cooler than temperate, I stayed inside. I spoke to David last night, arranged to meet him on Saturday so I can photograph him in "rock god" poses for use with my "Day for Destroying Things" project. I'm looking forward to it. Morag's finally got round to updating her blog but it upset me a little when she was talking about going to a pro-choice rally (she's in Denver right now) and saying that before listening to the speakers there she hadn't appreciated "quite how bad things have got or just what the healthcare system here is like." These things bother me, I want everyone to be happy and have equal access to all services. Why people go out of their way to make life more difficult for others confuses me, what ever happened to "live and let live"? I could go into a pro-choice rant here but I'll restrain myself. I just feel very, very strongly about it, that's all. I'll go away now before I get myself more worked up. 14:54
The essay hasn't made any more progress. I have more of an idea about what to write now, but no idea where to start. I was supposed to go to the pub quiz with Phil and Tom last night but due to the cold and snow, and my patheticness around anything cooler than temperate, I stayed inside. I spoke to David last night, arranged to meet him on Saturday so I can photograph him in "rock god" poses for use with my "Day for Destroying Things" project. I'm looking forward to it. Morag's finally got round to updating her blog but it upset me a little when she was talking about going to a pro-choice rally (she's in Denver right now) and saying that before listening to the speakers there she hadn't appreciated "quite how bad things have got or just what the healthcare system here is like." These things bother me, I want everyone to be happy and have equal access to all services. Why people go out of their way to make life more difficult for others confuses me, what ever happened to "live and let live"? I could go into a pro-choice rant here but I'll restrain myself. I just feel very, very strongly about it, that's all. I'll go away now before I get myself more worked up. 14:54
Tuesday, January 27
After posting that last blog entry, I went back to class. It wasn't long before I left however, there was nothing for me to do in college, I'd taken all the photos I could in town, and my essay materials were at home. So it was home I left to go to, but via Morrisons first. I realised just as I was paying for my goods that I'd forgotten hot chocolate, the reason I went there originally. I went back to fetch it but the queues had doubled by the time I got back to the tills, and it took a while for me to manage to leave the store. I got outside to discover that over the road by the bus stop had gathered a large crowd, an ambulance and several police vehicles. I talked to one woman in the crowd, and then Mat from my photography class. It seems what happened was an old lady was crossing the road at a pelican crossing whilst the traffic light was green. I didn't ask if it had just turned green or if she didn't see the traffic coming at her. A bus hit her, sent her flying about 10 feet up the road. I saw the windscreen, half of it was completely cracked, she really must have been hit with serious force. Mat said that her body crumpled and her face was a bloody mess. People in the crowd said the bus driver had seen her crossing but hadn't slowed down or swerved to miss her. They said that he was a bit of a twunt, had been saying to people on the bus earlier that if they didn't have any change smaller than £1 that they wouldn't be getting on the bus. The road looked like it might be blocked for some time and there wasn't anything I could do so I left to get a bus on a different route, grateful I'd had to go back for the hot chocolate or I might have seen it all happen, or even have been hit as well.
On a happier note, I was sent to World Wide Words, a site full of information about English as a language. The bit I love best is the weird words section. It's full of fantastic, strange words like flibbertigibbet, rhinotillexomania, zenzizenzizenzic, floccinaucinihilipilification and mallemaroking, which is the word used to identify the carousing of seamen on board Greenland whaling ships. 20:11
On a happier note, I was sent to World Wide Words, a site full of information about English as a language. The bit I love best is the weird words section. It's full of fantastic, strange words like flibbertigibbet, rhinotillexomania, zenzizenzizenzic, floccinaucinihilipilification and mallemaroking, which is the word used to identify the carousing of seamen on board Greenland whaling ships. 20:11
Currently in college. I'll spare you the usual rant about mice with one button and the absence of a useful "Ctrl" button etc. This morning I talked to my tutor and he said it was fine for me to use "A day for destroying things" for my project. I decided to go down to the canal and the river to take some photographs, hoping i could find some budding trees or other flora. It was cold, possibly only the second cold day this year. The mildness has been worrying me, Rory says his mother's tulips have started to grow already! There's been a lack of snowdrops though. I've noticed daffodils sprouting, but until an hour ago I hadn't found any snowdrops, which is a pity because I like them. However I managed to spot some growing at the base of a tree next to the cathedral. Photographing them was difficult as they were behind a metal fence, but hopefully I'll have managed to capture something useful. I'd like to go to the park with Simon this weekend to take more photographs, so if they weren't of any use it won't be of great importance as, with luck, they should be more abundant by then.
I did a tiny bit of work on the dreaded essay last night, five weeks until the final deadline. I've discovered a new photographer whose work is astounding - Willy Ronis. More can be read about him here and here. I'm not going to SHIP later as last week, Andy and I decided to end the Tuesday afternoon group due to lack of interest. It's been rare that anyone has turned up for it in recent times, so thought it was best that we moved everyone over to the Thursday evening group, which is more popular.
There's talk of another B3ta bash in Manchester next month. I'd like to go, but I started thinking about it. The last one wasn't very successful from my point of view. There's a risk I could end up as stressed as the last time, and more recent adventures in Manchester have also turned out badly. Plus I'd see Andy again which would likely lead to me becoming obsessed with him all over again, a feeling which isn't requited. So I don't think I'll be going, despite wanting to. Anyway, enough for now. Adieu. 12:26
I did a tiny bit of work on the dreaded essay last night, five weeks until the final deadline. I've discovered a new photographer whose work is astounding - Willy Ronis. More can be read about him here and here. I'm not going to SHIP later as last week, Andy and I decided to end the Tuesday afternoon group due to lack of interest. It's been rare that anyone has turned up for it in recent times, so thought it was best that we moved everyone over to the Thursday evening group, which is more popular.
There's talk of another B3ta bash in Manchester next month. I'd like to go, but I started thinking about it. The last one wasn't very successful from my point of view. There's a risk I could end up as stressed as the last time, and more recent adventures in Manchester have also turned out badly. Plus I'd see Andy again which would likely lead to me becoming obsessed with him all over again, a feeling which isn't requited. So I don't think I'll be going, despite wanting to. Anyway, enough for now. Adieu. 12:26
Monday, January 26
Just some conversations I wanted to save from chatting on B3ta:
Stouffer: "my sister just walked in to her living room to find my four year old nephew, pants dropped, sitting on his 4 month old sister's face, shouting 'smell my bum, baby'. marvellous."
popt_art: "There was a girl who lived down the road from me called Marnie - she was pony mad - she used to make us all gallop up and down the street and jump over obstacles. I think she got a weird sex kick out of the idea of horses."
I love B3ta, heh heh. 16:45
Stouffer: "my sister just walked in to her living room to find my four year old nephew, pants dropped, sitting on his 4 month old sister's face, shouting 'smell my bum, baby'. marvellous."
popt_art: "There was a girl who lived down the road from me called Marnie - she was pony mad - she used to make us all gallop up and down the street and jump over obstacles. I think she got a weird sex kick out of the idea of horses."
I love B3ta, heh heh. 16:45
Friday, January 23
I was just reading an article about hoarding items. The writer hoards magazines, hundreds of them, "piling up three feet high, all around the perimeter of my living room." I too collect magazines. My issues of Careless Talk, The Illustrated Ape, all those free magazines I pick up from music shops like Fact and Three. Like my books, I go to great lengths to keep them in perfect condition. I don't know what purpose their long-term storage could hold, but I can't bear to let go of them.
The writer also says she used to store her old e-mail messages, something else I also do. All the sent messages (often useful when I can't remember what I've said and to who) and all the personal messages I receive (much less useful). I've kept all the personal letters and cards I've ever received since I was 10, they sit in the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers. I keep all the boxes of prescribed medication I take, though I am planning on using that in an art project of some sort, I haven't decided what yet. I collect advertising postcards, they wallpaper my hallway. Alongside the postcards are items of paper which other people have given me - notes and the like. Memorabilia. I refuse to throw away my old college notes and text books. They'll come in useful someday, honest. I suppose it's a part of me that I'm archiving, a section of my past. The folders and notes are covered in scribbles and doodles, they show me for who I was at that point in time, I don't just want to lose it to eternity. And of course I collect books. Rarely I might give one away, when I feel I have no more use for it. I like some badges, I have a lot of them on a bag. They say things like "So what's so unusual about a man walking round saying he's the son of God?", "I'm in love with a BOY this time" and "The revolution starts at closing time." Most of them are band badges though - Bawl, Belle and Sebastian, Bearsuit, GoJonnyGoGoGoGo and so on. I keep old diaries, not the journal type, but the appointment kind. Again they're covered in scribbles, and occasionally they're useful when I need to look up someone's old address or phone number. I also have a shoe box full of useless ephemera I've collected throughout the years. Without looking in it, it contains items like a pottery thumb pot I made in school when I was 12, a straw from a branch of MacDonalds I visited when on a French school trip when I was 12, a programme from the first football game I went to, my Karate license (I haven't practiced karate in at least 10 years), the set of 3D glasses I had from Children In Need ten years ago or so, little notes which were passed between friends in school lessons, some dolphin-shaped bath pearls, the significance of which I no longer remember, old score sheets from playing Quasar. Useless things but things that (on the whole) have meaning for me. An ever-growing personal time capsule almost.
It's strange, the things I choose to keep. 23:04
The writer also says she used to store her old e-mail messages, something else I also do. All the sent messages (often useful when I can't remember what I've said and to who) and all the personal messages I receive (much less useful). I've kept all the personal letters and cards I've ever received since I was 10, they sit in the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers. I keep all the boxes of prescribed medication I take, though I am planning on using that in an art project of some sort, I haven't decided what yet. I collect advertising postcards, they wallpaper my hallway. Alongside the postcards are items of paper which other people have given me - notes and the like. Memorabilia. I refuse to throw away my old college notes and text books. They'll come in useful someday, honest. I suppose it's a part of me that I'm archiving, a section of my past. The folders and notes are covered in scribbles and doodles, they show me for who I was at that point in time, I don't just want to lose it to eternity. And of course I collect books. Rarely I might give one away, when I feel I have no more use for it. I like some badges, I have a lot of them on a bag. They say things like "So what's so unusual about a man walking round saying he's the son of God?", "I'm in love with a BOY this time" and "The revolution starts at closing time." Most of them are band badges though - Bawl, Belle and Sebastian, Bearsuit, GoJonnyGoGoGoGo and so on. I keep old diaries, not the journal type, but the appointment kind. Again they're covered in scribbles, and occasionally they're useful when I need to look up someone's old address or phone number. I also have a shoe box full of useless ephemera I've collected throughout the years. Without looking in it, it contains items like a pottery thumb pot I made in school when I was 12, a straw from a branch of MacDonalds I visited when on a French school trip when I was 12, a programme from the first football game I went to, my Karate license (I haven't practiced karate in at least 10 years), the set of 3D glasses I had from Children In Need ten years ago or so, little notes which were passed between friends in school lessons, some dolphin-shaped bath pearls, the significance of which I no longer remember, old score sheets from playing Quasar. Useless things but things that (on the whole) have meaning for me. An ever-growing personal time capsule almost.
It's strange, the things I choose to keep. 23:04
My dad sent me an e-mail asking if I'd like to go on a cruise on the QE2, as a family, in August. The itinerary is
Whilst it sounds like a wonderful opportunity, the prospect of spending a fortnight on a boat with my parents isn't one that fills me with joy. Plus I absolutely can not stand being hot. So a Mediterranean cruise in August may not be the most suitable of pastimes for me. I think I'm going to say thanks, but no thanks. The thing is, for the fortnight after the one my dad specified, the boat goes around Germany, Norway, Denmark and the Netherlands, which strikes me as a much more interesting trip than the one he's interested in. Oh well. 21:01
| July 31 | Southampton, UK |
| August 1 | Atlantic Ocean |
| 2 | Lisbon, Portugal |
| 3 | Gibraltar, UK |
| 4 | Mediterranean Sea |
| 5 | Palermo, Sicily, Italy |
| 6 | Naples, Italy |
| 7 | Civitavecchia, Italy |
| 8 | Mediterranean Sea |
| 9 | Barcelona, Spain |
| 10 | Alicante, Spain |
| 11 | Malaga, Spain |
| 12 | Atlantic Ocean |
| 13 | Atlantic Ocean |
| 14 | Southampton, UK |
Whilst it sounds like a wonderful opportunity, the prospect of spending a fortnight on a boat with my parents isn't one that fills me with joy. Plus I absolutely can not stand being hot. So a Mediterranean cruise in August may not be the most suitable of pastimes for me. I think I'm going to say thanks, but no thanks. The thing is, for the fortnight after the one my dad specified, the boat goes around Germany, Norway, Denmark and the Netherlands, which strikes me as a much more interesting trip than the one he's interested in. Oh well. 21:01
Thursday, January 22
Not a terribly exciting day, today. Experienced supermarket rage in Morrisons, but then that's not unusual. Bloody pensioners, blocking aisles, leaving their trolleys everywhere, getting in my way. Went to see the neurologist. Mentioned that I haven't had any of my deja-vu stuff in six months or so and he discharged me. Went to SHIP for Reach Out but no one turned up. Bought some cheese from Beanos and managed to resist their gorgeous chocolate biscuit cake, but couldn't resist eating the four bagels I'd bought earlier. Posted "A Day for Destroying Things" to 4rthur to try and get some opinions on it, so I could get some information to use in the photography project, and everyone said they hated it. They called it selfish, over-dramatic, disturbing, pretentious, and likened it to "bad 6th form poetry". Rory says I need to join BSN again, be amongst people who understand that it's an anthem, a raison d'etre, the epitome of all I want to be and do. He also says I need to stop buying bagels.
22:33
Wednesday, January 21
I received a bank statement this morning informing me that I have plenty of money in my bank account and that all seems well. Wednesday is the day I volunteer at SHIP and I'd set off a little earlier than I needed to, so I popped into Jumbo for my usual browse though their leaflets. I also stopped by the Bargains section and somehow managed to persuade myself to buy a Venus Hum CD, a Bettina Motive CD and an Element CD. Well they had pretty covers. Later I went to Borders and came out with a copy of Furore magazine and the latest issue of The Yoke. After that I went to Scope and bought The Earthquake Bird by Susanna Jones and Instances Of The Number Three by Salley Vickers. Finally I went into the library and borrowed Too Black, Too Strong by Benjamin Zephaninah. Added to the pile of magazines and approximately 200 books I already have to read, it's, erm, quite a lot.
My day at SHIP was mostly uneventful. New volunteers appeared who I haven't previously met, and who I didn't know were coming, which threw me a little, but I survived. A packet of Hob Nobs was being passed around and I ended up eating ten of the buggers. Hob Nobs should be illegal, they're so moreish. And of course I'm not hungry now when it's tea time and I have some burgers in the fridge which desperately need eating. Simon came around finally and gave me some hugs. He was scared by the dancing bear too. Glad to know it's not just me. Neurologist appointment tomorrow, with my dad, joy. Then a trip to the supermarket. Kill me now. Well, once I've read my magazines, that is. 19:15
My day at SHIP was mostly uneventful. New volunteers appeared who I haven't previously met, and who I didn't know were coming, which threw me a little, but I survived. A packet of Hob Nobs was being passed around and I ended up eating ten of the buggers. Hob Nobs should be illegal, they're so moreish. And of course I'm not hungry now when it's tea time and I have some burgers in the fridge which desperately need eating. Simon came around finally and gave me some hugs. He was scared by the dancing bear too. Glad to know it's not just me. Neurologist appointment tomorrow, with my dad, joy. Then a trip to the supermarket. Kill me now. Well, once I've read my magazines, that is. 19:15
Monday, January 19
I'm currently doing more essay-avoidance. I know it won't be so bad once I get started but getting started is always the hardest part, and not something I excel at. I could avoid things for my country. I've been avoiding getting healthy and fitter for years now. It's a skill improved by my stubbornness. Together, the two are undefeatable.
It was back to Swarthmore today, only to discover that the course actually restarted last week, the brochure just hadn't bothered to mention so. This term, instead of stained glass and paper crafts, I'm studying painting and pottery. Last week in painting they only covered perspective, which I've done last year. Today we looked at shape and light and then had to draw a piece of fruit using chalks. I hated it. My previously mentioned stubbornness surfaced and "can't draw, won't draw" summed me up nicely. Once we had finished the fruit we then had to chop it in half and draw the inside section. I wasn't impressed. In the afternoon the class had been making coil pots which I also studied last year so I caught up quickly. In fact I finished the pot in the one session and it's in the queue for the first firing. I quite enjoyed making it, despite the frustrations of not being able to make the clay do what I wanted it to. I felt that the end product looked good, which for me is a huge leap in confidence.
My parents came round for twenty minutes at 5pm. They brought me a bag of tat they didn't want. It included such indispensable items as scented drawer liners, flowery notepaper, red nail polish and a large yellow plastic Mac-wearing teddy bear which dances and sings "Singing In The Rain" at you. It was giving me The Fear. My mum said she liked my octopus mobile, and the yellow rubber duck lights. Dad declined to comment. Simon didn't come around as his chest is still bad and he's been feeling very sorry for himself.
Psychologist appointment tomorrow, and neurologist appointment on Thursday. I'm also meant to be going to the George for the pub quiz on Wednesday, finally. I was considering going along before the Tai Quondo class tomorrow to talk to the instructor, see if the class would be suitable for me, maybe watch a little of it so I can get a feel of what it would be like. That would mean getting lots of confidence up though, and leaving the house.
And finally, when I go, I hope it gets noticed a little quicker than this poor bloke. 20:48
It was back to Swarthmore today, only to discover that the course actually restarted last week, the brochure just hadn't bothered to mention so. This term, instead of stained glass and paper crafts, I'm studying painting and pottery. Last week in painting they only covered perspective, which I've done last year. Today we looked at shape and light and then had to draw a piece of fruit using chalks. I hated it. My previously mentioned stubbornness surfaced and "can't draw, won't draw" summed me up nicely. Once we had finished the fruit we then had to chop it in half and draw the inside section. I wasn't impressed. In the afternoon the class had been making coil pots which I also studied last year so I caught up quickly. In fact I finished the pot in the one session and it's in the queue for the first firing. I quite enjoyed making it, despite the frustrations of not being able to make the clay do what I wanted it to. I felt that the end product looked good, which for me is a huge leap in confidence.
My parents came round for twenty minutes at 5pm. They brought me a bag of tat they didn't want. It included such indispensable items as scented drawer liners, flowery notepaper, red nail polish and a large yellow plastic Mac-wearing teddy bear which dances and sings "Singing In The Rain" at you. It was giving me The Fear. My mum said she liked my octopus mobile, and the yellow rubber duck lights. Dad declined to comment. Simon didn't come around as his chest is still bad and he's been feeling very sorry for himself.
Psychologist appointment tomorrow, and neurologist appointment on Thursday. I'm also meant to be going to the George for the pub quiz on Wednesday, finally. I was considering going along before the Tai Quondo class tomorrow to talk to the instructor, see if the class would be suitable for me, maybe watch a little of it so I can get a feel of what it would be like. That would mean getting lots of confidence up though, and leaving the house.
And finally, when I go, I hope it gets noticed a little quicker than this poor bloke. 20:48
Sunday, January 18
Some blog posts are easy to write, others require work, especially on the opening sentence. This is one such post. I wasn't sure which would be my most successful primary sentence - do I mention the delicious smell of potatoes baking in the oven and how if they're not cooked soon I may have to kill something? Or should I go for complaining about how Rory's going home in a couple of hours and I'll be left hugless again? And then there's the option of following up on the last post and commenting upon the trip into Lancashire. So I decided not to go for any of them and do something else entirely.
Our sojourn wasn't as boring as I'd anticipated. I wasn't really looking forward to going, I wanted to stay at home and hug, at least I knew how that would turn out. We caught the train Ok, despite my continued anxiety around train stations. Gavin collected us at Chorley and we were at his new house shortly afterwards. It was filled with the aroma of cooking curry and it smelt wonderful. It turned out Janie was creating four different curries, from scratch. Ambitious but it was definitely worth it, the food was gorgeous. I ate a little too much of the spicy cashew nut curry though and I felt slightly sick afterwards. Their house is fantastic. It was built around 1860 and is two houses knocked together. The interior decoration is foul, all flowery borders above every last piece of woodwork in the house, including some radiators, with artex ceilings (when the ceiling hasn't been wallpapered, that is), and textured wallpaper painted in sickening pastel shades. The house itself though is a different matter. It's like a maze, with doors that lead to rooms with other doors and rooms behind them. It must be illegal to have that many doors in one house.
We rose early yesterday, I had a lengthy breakfast of Frosties, Coco Pops, a bagel with hummus, and more Coco Pops. We caught a train back to Manchester around 11:15, arrived at noon. I like Manchester as it has some fantastic shops and some gorgeous people but yesterday I just became stressed and ratty with all the crowds. I didn't find any wonderful clothes I needed to buy, although there was many examples of wonderfulness I didn't need to buy. I persuaded Rory to buy me a tie-dyed papier mache octopus mobile though. 14:28
Our sojourn wasn't as boring as I'd anticipated. I wasn't really looking forward to going, I wanted to stay at home and hug, at least I knew how that would turn out. We caught the train Ok, despite my continued anxiety around train stations. Gavin collected us at Chorley and we were at his new house shortly afterwards. It was filled with the aroma of cooking curry and it smelt wonderful. It turned out Janie was creating four different curries, from scratch. Ambitious but it was definitely worth it, the food was gorgeous. I ate a little too much of the spicy cashew nut curry though and I felt slightly sick afterwards. Their house is fantastic. It was built around 1860 and is two houses knocked together. The interior decoration is foul, all flowery borders above every last piece of woodwork in the house, including some radiators, with artex ceilings (when the ceiling hasn't been wallpapered, that is), and textured wallpaper painted in sickening pastel shades. The house itself though is a different matter. It's like a maze, with doors that lead to rooms with other doors and rooms behind them. It must be illegal to have that many doors in one house.
We rose early yesterday, I had a lengthy breakfast of Frosties, Coco Pops, a bagel with hummus, and more Coco Pops. We caught a train back to Manchester around 11:15, arrived at noon. I like Manchester as it has some fantastic shops and some gorgeous people but yesterday I just became stressed and ratty with all the crowds. I didn't find any wonderful clothes I needed to buy, although there was many examples of wonderfulness I didn't need to buy. I persuaded Rory to buy me a tie-dyed papier mache octopus mobile though. 14:28
Friday, January 16
Last night I had my first threesome. Alex has been here whilst Rory was still here, which is why there haven't been any updates - my mother raised me too well to leave guests alone to go blogging. Until last night the most exciting thing we'd done was eat pizza. Two nights in a row. Last night was fun of a very different kind, however. And boy, was it fun! Mmm, but I'm sore today, and not in the parts you'd expect either.
Today Alex is going home and Rory and I are going to Chorley to visit Gavin and Janie, who have apparantly bought me some bagels. I think the most exciting thing which might happen tonight, outside of bagel eating, is listening to Jazz FM and drinking gin. We can't live recklessly all the time, you know.
Received some ace post today from Stuart. He sent me some interesting postcards to add to my collection, a bar of Maya Gold and a "furry-faced travelling Scotsman" badge. I like getting such mail, makes me smile. Yesterday's post brought the goodies I had ordered from Vegan Store. Predictably I ate all the sweets for breakfast and spent the rest of the day feeling ill. But now I have to go off to Manchester. Adieu. 12:30
Today Alex is going home and Rory and I are going to Chorley to visit Gavin and Janie, who have apparantly bought me some bagels. I think the most exciting thing which might happen tonight, outside of bagel eating, is listening to Jazz FM and drinking gin. We can't live recklessly all the time, you know.
Received some ace post today from Stuart. He sent me some interesting postcards to add to my collection, a bar of Maya Gold and a "furry-faced travelling Scotsman" badge. I like getting such mail, makes me smile. Yesterday's post brought the goodies I had ordered from Vegan Store. Predictably I ate all the sweets for breakfast and spent the rest of the day feeling ill. But now I have to go off to Manchester. Adieu. 12:30
Tuesday, January 13
I neglected to mention that when at the doctors yesterday I also got some sleeping pills. I took one last night as I had to be up early today to go to college and I wanted to ensure I'd had enough sleep. The thing about these pills is that when you're awake, you're wide awake. Which is useful if you're a lorry driver I suppose. But when you're a lazy faux-student who doesn't want to have to get out of bed at quarter past six, it's not the best of things. Plus I'm still ill, and it's raining. Joy.
07:12
Monday, January 12
The doctor doesn't think I have tonsilitis. He says the tonsils are inflamed but not as much as you would expect if it was tonsilitis. He refused to give me any anti-biotics and instead told me to go home and take some painkillers. How useful. I've spent the day writing the introduction to my coursework essay and making origami genitals:
Alex sent me a link to a hodgeheg cam which I'm currently captivated by. 21:34
Alex sent me a link to a hodgeheg cam which I'm currently captivated by. 21:34
I'm ill. I suspect it's tonsillitis again, my throat is sore and feels inflamed, and my nose is like a waterfall. I'm off to the doctors in a hour and a half in the hope of getting something to sort it out. It started yesterday, I woke up feeling like this and it hasn't changed at all. Not impressed. And then Rory dragged me outside whilst it was hailing to go get some bread from the Co-Op. Why the bread at the corner shop wasn't good enough wasn't explained, though admittedly we did buy a rather nice fresh French baguette, but that's no excuse to force me to leave the house when adverse weather conditions, illness and seemingly the whole world are conspiring together and determined to make the day impossible. I must admit though, Rory can put up with a hell of a lot of complaining. He should work in Customer Support with such talents.
The coursework still hasn't been started. Oops. I can't make myself write anything, or even select a title. Whether this is laziness or genuine incomprehension of the subject matter isn't clear. What is clear however is that I'm the world's best person at finding reasons not to do something. Not that this was in dispute before, it's just been reinforced is all.
Rory's meant to be installing a new hard drive for me today, and then installing Linux on it. This is scary, I've used Windows all my life and whilst I believe Microsoft is evil and Bill Gates should be shot, it's still the method I'm used to and I don't like change. Even if that change is about stopping my computer from randomly crashing and causing programs to lose information which it took me a year to accumulate. 09:32
The coursework still hasn't been started. Oops. I can't make myself write anything, or even select a title. Whether this is laziness or genuine incomprehension of the subject matter isn't clear. What is clear however is that I'm the world's best person at finding reasons not to do something. Not that this was in dispute before, it's just been reinforced is all.
Rory's meant to be installing a new hard drive for me today, and then installing Linux on it. This is scary, I've used Windows all my life and whilst I believe Microsoft is evil and Bill Gates should be shot, it's still the method I'm used to and I don't like change. Even if that change is about stopping my computer from randomly crashing and causing programs to lose information which it took me a year to accumulate. 09:32
Saturday, January 10
Today hasn't been a particularly great day. It was rainy, grey and dull. Rory and I went for a walk in Hyde Park to take some photographs as I was meant to create a double exposure film, but I wound the film back too far and there wasn't any film exposed with which to reload it into the camera. We walked up to Hyde Park Corner but Rory refused to let me into the second hand book shop, even just for a browse for one minute. He's too sensible. We walked back through the park again but came back early as I had little energy and had lost my enthusiasm after the failure with the camera.
I tried to read more about Florence Henri for my coursework but none of it made any sense. I laid down and slept for a while, being too depressed to do anything else. Rory came in afterwards and we had a talk about it and about the essay, and concluded I needed to learn about Cubism first, seeing as most of her work is based around its principles, and I know nothing about it. We also decided to go up to the Hyde Park Picture House to see On The Run but when we got there we found out the cinema was closed for a private function. So instead we're sitting here, me being depressed and listening to Zero 7, him talking to his friends on IRC and having a crafty smoke. A typical twenty-first century image of domestic bliss, eh? 20:57
I tried to read more about Florence Henri for my coursework but none of it made any sense. I laid down and slept for a while, being too depressed to do anything else. Rory came in afterwards and we had a talk about it and about the essay, and concluded I needed to learn about Cubism first, seeing as most of her work is based around its principles, and I know nothing about it. We also decided to go up to the Hyde Park Picture House to see On The Run but when we got there we found out the cinema was closed for a private function. So instead we're sitting here, me being depressed and listening to Zero 7, him talking to his friends on IRC and having a crafty smoke. A typical twenty-first century image of domestic bliss, eh? 20:57
Friday, January 9
Last night's gig was fantastic. It made me all bouncy and happy and I wanted to and hug the band and grin madly and leap around like a maniac. James was a bit depressed afterwards as they'd screwed up a bit on one of the songs, but it honestly wasn't noticeable to the crowd. He says on some days the band are best friends and on others they can't sit in the same room as each other, and that today was one of the later. Gid tried to cheer him up a bit but he didn't seem to want to be cheered up. David e-mailed me today though, saying that he relented a little later on and it wasn't all doom and gloom, which is good to hear. The evening also reminded me of how gorgeous both David and James are. And wouldn't life be interesting if somehow I got together with James? Afterall, David only knows him as his friend and ex-girlfriend Jessica used to go out with him, so what with me also being an ex of David... Heh heh.
Today Rory and I went shopping in Leeds. The weather's been awful though so we didn't spend too long in town. Far too much time was spent in Borders and Harvey Nichols though, or is that just too much money was spent there? I bought some lace for use in my photograms and got some yoghurts from Morrisons. Mmm, fake dairy products. 17:17
Today Rory and I went shopping in Leeds. The weather's been awful though so we didn't spend too long in town. Far too much time was spent in Borders and Harvey Nichols though, or is that just too much money was spent there? I bought some lace for use in my photograms and got some yoghurts from Morrisons. Mmm, fake dairy products. 17:17
Thursday, January 8
I have a Rory! Hugs on demand for the next ten days! Woo! We have gorgeous bread too, a "poppy bloomer", which sounds slightly obscene to me, from the Co-Op. 'Tis the most wondrous bread in the known universe. Except maybe fresh onion bagels.
Simon's coming over to see us later, and then we're heading out to the Four Planes gig at the Vine. I received an e-mail from David a day or two ago saying he was sorry we'd lost contact but he'd been busy due to having a family Christmas, a friend's wedding and a change of jobs recently. He also said he was bringing my Christmas present to the gig tonight. I hadn't bought him one as I wasn't expecting the rise in our communication level and didn't anticipate seeing him for a few months at least. "What can I buy him?" I thought. Books and CD's, though readily appreciated, are a bit expensive for me, and I didn't have the time to make him something. The obvious answer was vegan goodies of some sort, so I went for the old fall back - Maya Gold. One bar, though expensive, seems stingy I thought and decided to purchase two. I took a bar of Raisin and Hazelnut to accompany it, presuming it was vegan. It was wasn't until I got them both home and I read the labels on the bars that I realised the Raisin and Hazelnut bar contains 23% milk. Oops. I've managed to persuade Rory to buy it off me however, and David will just have to cope with one chocolate bar.
Yesterday evening I was supposed to be going to the pub quiz at the George with Tom and Phil. I was knackered however and went to bed instead. Phil said she was sorry I wasn't coming, and could she book me in for next week instead? It was nice of her to say that, and I think I believe she was genuinely sorry. I won't be going next week though as Rory will be here, as will Alex, so I said that the week after that was most likely. 15:01
Simon's coming over to see us later, and then we're heading out to the Four Planes gig at the Vine. I received an e-mail from David a day or two ago saying he was sorry we'd lost contact but he'd been busy due to having a family Christmas, a friend's wedding and a change of jobs recently. He also said he was bringing my Christmas present to the gig tonight. I hadn't bought him one as I wasn't expecting the rise in our communication level and didn't anticipate seeing him for a few months at least. "What can I buy him?" I thought. Books and CD's, though readily appreciated, are a bit expensive for me, and I didn't have the time to make him something. The obvious answer was vegan goodies of some sort, so I went for the old fall back - Maya Gold. One bar, though expensive, seems stingy I thought and decided to purchase two. I took a bar of Raisin and Hazelnut to accompany it, presuming it was vegan. It was wasn't until I got them both home and I read the labels on the bars that I realised the Raisin and Hazelnut bar contains 23% milk. Oops. I've managed to persuade Rory to buy it off me however, and David will just have to cope with one chocolate bar.
Yesterday evening I was supposed to be going to the pub quiz at the George with Tom and Phil. I was knackered however and went to bed instead. Phil said she was sorry I wasn't coming, and could she book me in for next week instead? It was nice of her to say that, and I think I believe she was genuinely sorry. I won't be going next week though as Rory will be here, as will Alex, so I said that the week after that was most likely. 15:01
Wednesday, January 7
Christmas is over and the return to regular scheduling has arrived. College started again yesterday and thanks to my foresight of getting up at 10am on Monday I managed to rise at 7am with little fuss. The tutor gave us a new brief to work on, to do with image manipulation, "and I don't mean by using Photoshop," he pointed out. We have to explore photograms, negative sandwiches, double exposure, damaged negatives, other specified techniques I can't remember the names of, and a combination of these. It's quite interesting as, except for the photograms, it's an area I have no experience with. And thus I have an excuse if my work is shit. He asked us to collect some translucent objects to use in the photograms for next week, but I'm having difficulty thinking of appropriate objects. There's net curtains I suppose. He said that cling film was always useful. Two girls in the class were drawing patterns on tracing paper using permanent marker which seemed like quite a good idea. There's my curtains in my living room which have a net curtain-effect to them and have butterflies sewn on, but I don't really want to traipsing those into college and back again just for one inconsequential picture. I think I'll go to a haberdashers and see what kind of things I can find - lace, sequins and so on. I already have some feathers I can use. Everybody else was creating photograms using the CD's they had with them but that seems a little obvious to me, though one boy did create a very nice effect as you could see the writing on the CD on the print he made from it.
We were also given a deadline for our coursework essays. The whole thing has to done and finished and handed in by March 2nd. Eeep! He wants one third of it in within two weeks, preferably more. We talked about my idea to abandon looking at Florence Henri and to change to Richard Kern instead but he said that it would be a bad idea as there's no way I could manage to sufficiently mention the pornography aspect of the images in the word limit we have, and the porn side would be essential to mentioning. So Ms Henri it is then. I started trying to read the book I own about her last night but it made my head hurt. So many mentions of art movements I have very little knowledge about, of artists I've mostly never heard of, cities I'm unacquainted with. And when it tried to explain and analyse the work I became completely lost. I sense I may be in at the deep end considering how little time I have to complete the essay. Even more so when the first third needs to be done in twelve days and Rory will be here for ten of those. Oops. 09:50
We were also given a deadline for our coursework essays. The whole thing has to done and finished and handed in by March 2nd. Eeep! He wants one third of it in within two weeks, preferably more. We talked about my idea to abandon looking at Florence Henri and to change to Richard Kern instead but he said that it would be a bad idea as there's no way I could manage to sufficiently mention the pornography aspect of the images in the word limit we have, and the porn side would be essential to mentioning. So Ms Henri it is then. I started trying to read the book I own about her last night but it made my head hurt. So many mentions of art movements I have very little knowledge about, of artists I've mostly never heard of, cities I'm unacquainted with. And when it tried to explain and analyse the work I became completely lost. I sense I may be in at the deep end considering how little time I have to complete the essay. Even more so when the first third needs to be done in twelve days and Rory will be here for ten of those. Oops. 09:50
Monday, January 5
I am knackered. Forced myself out of bed at 10am. Yes, that was just over an hour ago, but my body is rebelling and demanding I return it to the soft, warm confines of slumberland. I must remain strong however, because if I don't getting up at 7am to go to college tomorrow will mean I'll probably have to come home at lunchtime to catch up on sleep. God I love sleep. It's ace. Even if I have been having a lot of bad dreams featuring school and people I used to know from there, recently. You can never have too much sleep in my opinion. Kitty who stayed with me over the summer took it to a bit much of an extreme however, she claims she can happily sleep fourteen hours a day. Maybe I'm just envious.
Still no sign of the book Rory posted to me. It's been a full week since he sent it. I acknowledge that there may still be a backlog of post from the Christmas period, but this is ridiculous. It's a good job it wasn't anything more urgent. Or perhaps the postman opened the back, saw the contents of the book and decided to keep it for himself? It would be understandable at least.
I rewaxed my hair yesterday for what must be the first time in months. I hate having to rewax it myself, I take so long over it. I think it took me about two hours to do it yesterday and on average it takes Simon about half an hour. Plus I always end up caking my whole head in wax from being too liberal with the amounts I apply. I start off small but invariably end up covered in it.
And in the links section today we have an article from The Times about the current wave of selfishness in parents. "Me-first has become an acceptable parental refrain." Rory said it was good to find other people as curmudgeonly as he is, but I don't think that's what the author is being. This is the state of the country today, this is what people are like. And it sickens me. 11:10
Still no sign of the book Rory posted to me. It's been a full week since he sent it. I acknowledge that there may still be a backlog of post from the Christmas period, but this is ridiculous. It's a good job it wasn't anything more urgent. Or perhaps the postman opened the back, saw the contents of the book and decided to keep it for himself? It would be understandable at least.
I rewaxed my hair yesterday for what must be the first time in months. I hate having to rewax it myself, I take so long over it. I think it took me about two hours to do it yesterday and on average it takes Simon about half an hour. Plus I always end up caking my whole head in wax from being too liberal with the amounts I apply. I start off small but invariably end up covered in it.
And in the links section today we have an article from The Times about the current wave of selfishness in parents. "Me-first has become an acceptable parental refrain." Rory said it was good to find other people as curmudgeonly as he is, but I don't think that's what the author is being. This is the state of the country today, this is what people are like. And it sickens me. 11:10
Sunday, January 4
Yesterday was a bad day. I woke up full of energy and didn't want to spend the day sat in front of my computer doing nothing, wasting my time, as I usually do. I went off to get a shower and get dressed and suddenly my energy all disappeared and being at the computer was the only option I had. Then later in the day the computer crashed, the Blue Screen of Death appeared, for the second time in a week I might add, my applications lost all of their information, most of which was irretrievable and in the case of Soulseek, had taken me around a year of reading magazines and playing with my Amazon recommended list to accumulate. I wasn't a happy bunny. I went off to bed to hide for a while, slept a little, and came back feeling slightly better. A nap usually does dissipate the depression a little. But then over the course of the remainder of the evening I ate around two thirds of a loaf of bread, accompanied by mayonnaise. I was hungry, it was too late to cook something "proper" and the hunger just wouldn't go away. I ended up more depressed than ever, unable to sleep, and feeling exceedingly lonely and unloved. A situation which occurs far too often but I don't have the determination enough to make it go away. I know of ways out of it, but I hate change. No matter how bad the situation is, I know what it's like, and changing to an unknown position will undoubtedly leave me with new challenges to face, so let's just stay here, eh? I hate the reasoning but overcoming it is so demanding, I feel so weak. In the end I'll summon the energy, I know I will, as the other alternative will end up being suicide which I don't want to have to do, it's just how long can my stubbornness to resist change cling on for? I hate myself for it, I'm my own worse enemy.
On a happier note however, there's a wonderful article in the Observer advocating passion, decisiveness and all those other things I believe in but fail to implement. "To hell with neutrality, I say. Let's say a fat No to even-handedness and step bravely into this new year with prejudice, passion and a handful of beliefs, no matter how ridiculous, and the strength to stand up for them." 14:48
On a happier note however, there's a wonderful article in the Observer advocating passion, decisiveness and all those other things I believe in but fail to implement. "To hell with neutrality, I say. Let's say a fat No to even-handedness and step bravely into this new year with prejudice, passion and a handful of beliefs, no matter how ridiculous, and the strength to stand up for them." 14:48
Saturday, January 3
Just before Christmas I recieved an electricity bill for just under £50 from the power company. It was only for the first four weeks I lived here as we had decided to close that account and get the power from a different company. I decided not to pay it immediately as I was feeling poor due to buying Christmas gifts and so on, but it was a good job I didn't as i got to thinking that £50 for four weeks of electricty was a little much to be paying. I got my dad to ring the company up as I'm never good at these things, and it's his name on the bill anyway, and he sorted it out. It turned out they were trying to charge us for 600 more units of energy than what I actually used. So I got a new bill today. Actually I didn't, it came a couple of days ago, I just hadn't got round to opening it. The new total is £6.75. Sweet!
16:45
I was searching for useful items for my photography coursework, honest. Then I found Pornblography:
K2: What's a stirrup chair?
K1: It props your legs up like if you were going to the gyno, except it's for other things.
K2: How do you know that?
K1: (Motioning to me) I learn all sorts of useless shit from her now.
K2: Wow. I lead a sheltered life.
Me: Here's a pic of some chick's ass after she'd been caned. I think I captured the welts quite nicely considering I was using a little pocket-sized digital camera to shoot with.
K2: (Cocking her head sideways) Very sheltered.
Read further? (Note: It's a blog by someone who works in porn. With appropriate photos. So just don't go blaming me if your boss fires you for reading it, OK?) 00:22
K2: What's a stirrup chair?
K1: It props your legs up like if you were going to the gyno, except it's for other things.
K2: How do you know that?
K1: (Motioning to me) I learn all sorts of useless shit from her now.
K2: Wow. I lead a sheltered life.
Me: Here's a pic of some chick's ass after she'd been caned. I think I captured the welts quite nicely considering I was using a little pocket-sized digital camera to shoot with.
K2: (Cocking her head sideways) Very sheltered.
Read further? (Note: It's a blog by someone who works in porn. With appropriate photos. So just don't go blaming me if your boss fires you for reading it, OK?) 00:22
Friday, January 2
All of our wonderful snow had disappeared by last night, which was quite a feat considering there was so much of it. I suspected it could just be around the corner, hiding from me, but I ventured out today to buy some bread and it seems that my street isn't an anomaly and 95% of the snow has in fact melted. Or been abducted. Apparently Simon and his friends went out to play in it whilst it was still here, having a snowball fight and so on. The next day (yesterday) he woke up unable to breathe properly. He rang the NHS Direct who advised him to go see his doctor. However Simon's not one of those who gets round to doing things in a hurry and he still hasn't registered with a doctor since he's been living on this side of Leeds. It's been three years. Oh well. So as he was doctor-less, and it was New Year's Day anyway he decided to go up to A&E. The doctor who examined him apparently said his cold had got down onto his chest which was made worse by going out in the snow and he should stay inside to rest and keep warm. So he wasn't coming round to see me today, or yesterday. And I was dispatched to the chemists and the corner shop to go fetch Gaviscon and Coke as collecting them himself was obviously far too dangerous a proposition.
I was a bit reluctant to go round, I felt sure evidence of her would be everywhere and I'd get upset, but he talked me into coming round. I'm a sucker for hugs. It turned out the only signifier of her existence which weren't usually there were Christmas cards headed with greetings like "To my fantastic boyfriend"; "To our Daughter and Son-in-Law"; "To my sister" and so on. I wasn't very impressed to see them, he could at least have taken them down for me. I did my best to ignore them though and instead played with their cat who took delight in covering me with fur. I mused I should perhaps come around more often as I've been missing having a cat around, something small and warm and soft to stroke and cuddle up to. Simon offered to lend me her for a few days when he goes down to London for a fan convention in March or April. I think borrowing a cat is a rather amusing notion. I said I'd have to see what I was doing closer to the time. We also commented upon the fact that today is our anniversary of getting together. January 2nd, 1997, we were busy trying to get into each other's pants. The fact that we've known each other for the majority of a decade is quite scary.
I came home and started feeling depressed though. I can't pin point why. Not having anything to do and feeling aimless perhaps, but beyond that I don't know. Writing this has lifted my mood a bit, distracted me I suppose. Rory's gone out with his friends for a Curmudgeonly Old Blokes' Anti-New Year Celebration so I'm left having to entertain myself. I read through Love and Desire last night, it features some wonderful photographs, I became rather jealous. I'm meant to be deciding on a tattoo I'd like and also finding some health / exercise based groups to join in an attempt to stop me being so upset by my body and its insistence on flabbiness. I don't think I have the energy for these though. Instead I'm trying to download the new Electrelane and Casiotone for the Painfully Alone albums and trying to not go eat more garlic mayonnaise on bread. What an exciting life I lead. 22:00
I was a bit reluctant to go round, I felt sure evidence of her would be everywhere and I'd get upset, but he talked me into coming round. I'm a sucker for hugs. It turned out the only signifier of her existence which weren't usually there were Christmas cards headed with greetings like "To my fantastic boyfriend"; "To our Daughter and Son-in-Law"; "To my sister" and so on. I wasn't very impressed to see them, he could at least have taken them down for me. I did my best to ignore them though and instead played with their cat who took delight in covering me with fur. I mused I should perhaps come around more often as I've been missing having a cat around, something small and warm and soft to stroke and cuddle up to. Simon offered to lend me her for a few days when he goes down to London for a fan convention in March or April. I think borrowing a cat is a rather amusing notion. I said I'd have to see what I was doing closer to the time. We also commented upon the fact that today is our anniversary of getting together. January 2nd, 1997, we were busy trying to get into each other's pants. The fact that we've known each other for the majority of a decade is quite scary.
I came home and started feeling depressed though. I can't pin point why. Not having anything to do and feeling aimless perhaps, but beyond that I don't know. Writing this has lifted my mood a bit, distracted me I suppose. Rory's gone out with his friends for a Curmudgeonly Old Blokes' Anti-New Year Celebration so I'm left having to entertain myself. I read through Love and Desire last night, it features some wonderful photographs, I became rather jealous. I'm meant to be deciding on a tattoo I'd like and also finding some health / exercise based groups to join in an attempt to stop me being so upset by my body and its insistence on flabbiness. I don't think I have the energy for these though. Instead I'm trying to download the new Electrelane and Casiotone for the Painfully Alone albums and trying to not go eat more garlic mayonnaise on bread. What an exciting life I lead. 22:00
Thursday, January 1
Some wonderful things found whilst surfing today:
Biro-Web - designed to show you just what can be achieved with a Biro
3 Magazine - the online home of an ace free magazine which is released periodically. With games and more.
M.DOS - a European mail order music shop with a vast catalogue of all kinds of music and ephemera. 14:28
Biro-Web - designed to show you just what can be achieved with a Biro
3 Magazine - the online home of an ace free magazine which is released periodically. With games and more.
M.DOS - a European mail order music shop with a vast catalogue of all kinds of music and ephemera. 14:28
This was too good to let go without blogging.
"I hath a theory and i made up this theory when critisised of my drawing of god. On a school trip ,to a church we had to draw summat i forget what but mine involved god. my god happened to have 5 arms 3 legs and only one eye. Well i got shouted at for drawing this because it was blasphemous or summat.
Well i put forward the theory that if god created man in his own image then surely adam and eve would be like him. Well there was only 2 people to breed, all well and good for 1st and 2nd generation, but what about the third. thats where inbreeding occurs. So therefore eveolution does not happen, we are actually slowly mutating through inbreeding. So therefore god is a freak. I made the vicar cry"
Courtesy of Cockfoster, on B3ta. Spelling mistakes are the author's own.
Seeing as I'm here I might as well include things I've been meaning to blog but kept forgetting.
Someone called Robin wrote to me about my list of "over-rated pap" on Amazon.
"wouldn't normally bother doing this, but spot-on.
included 4 of my least favourite "classics".
Madame Bovary is diabolical"
A B3tan discovered Apocalypse Cartoons who do wonderful animations, including Father Tucker, the Child Fucker. Unfortunately sound is essential but even if it means you have to buy a sound card and some speakers, it's definately worth it.
Finally, the Guardian posted the infamous King William's College general knowledge quiz, with the average score of 2. Personally I think I know the answer to, or can guess at, 18 of them. Answers coming soon apparantly. 01:44
"I hath a theory and i made up this theory when critisised of my drawing of god. On a school trip ,to a church we had to draw summat i forget what but mine involved god. my god happened to have 5 arms 3 legs and only one eye. Well i got shouted at for drawing this because it was blasphemous or summat.
Well i put forward the theory that if god created man in his own image then surely adam and eve would be like him. Well there was only 2 people to breed, all well and good for 1st and 2nd generation, but what about the third. thats where inbreeding occurs. So therefore eveolution does not happen, we are actually slowly mutating through inbreeding. So therefore god is a freak. I made the vicar cry"
Courtesy of Cockfoster, on B3ta. Spelling mistakes are the author's own.
Seeing as I'm here I might as well include things I've been meaning to blog but kept forgetting.
Someone called Robin wrote to me about my list of "over-rated pap" on Amazon.
"wouldn't normally bother doing this, but spot-on.
included 4 of my least favourite "classics".
Madame Bovary is diabolical"
A B3tan discovered Apocalypse Cartoons who do wonderful animations, including Father Tucker, the Child Fucker. Unfortunately sound is essential but even if it means you have to buy a sound card and some speakers, it's definately worth it.
Finally, the Guardian posted the infamous King William's College general knowledge quiz, with the average score of 2. Personally I think I know the answer to, or can guess at, 18 of them. Answers coming soon apparantly. 01:44
