I just finished my music practical on friday and it was the most FANTASTIC arse up ever.
during the first song; My Generation by The Who I looked over at our drummer's boyfriend who's organising our gig on thursday to see him staring at me wide eyed. What an ego boost!
That all went to pot during our second song; Time is Running Out by Muse
the bud that holds my strap onto my bass came clean out of the wood, i dropped it on my foot, then, exclaiming BOLLOCKS! at the top of my voice (which was recorded and got me in big trouble with my mum) i leapt onto my amp, bass in lap and carried on.
i then had to screw the bud back in with a key ONSTAGE.
embarrassment ensues.
Saturday, 11 December 2010
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
We've had some fun times during our short bout of snow, we bought Freddy the cement tray and killed him sledding adn shot my Xbox repeatedly with an air rifle... jake has nearly died at least 3 times and George has nearly got frostbitten toes.
it's nice to have a little snow, we don't get much here in cornwall. they call us the cornish riviera, and i suppose we are a little like the tropics... IN MONSOON SEASON.
it's nice to have a little snow, we don't get much here in cornwall. they call us the cornish riviera, and i suppose we are a little like the tropics... IN MONSOON SEASON.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
My week
It's tuesday
over the last week I've made two new friends who just happen to be a couple and have discovered Rockstar. I imagine that if i taste guava again this week i will spontaneously orgasm... that was disgusting, sorry.
I got my first hug from Hope in a long while, it was nice, I thought she'd forgotten me.
My girlfriend has a recurring illness that keeps her off college a lot, at one point she spent about a week in hospital during which I came to see her constantly, she then had an operation and came out drugged up causing her to vomit on my arm. But I don't care about that.
Trouble is it's back, i wish it was tangible so I could smack it one because it's hurting my girl and I hate it, people should be off work sick not off sickness working. she's also been poked and prodded about by doctors which requires hospital visits which makes me and her mum stressed which makes her sisters and Dad stressed which all ends in what my buddy jake and i would describe as a WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Also my second sister is sad, bad times.
However, today i'd like to discuss this agreement with france.
BAD.
France is a country populated by poofs, in a combat situation their natural reaction is to leg it and hide in a corner.
This should make for some yuks.
over the last week I've made two new friends who just happen to be a couple and have discovered Rockstar. I imagine that if i taste guava again this week i will spontaneously orgasm... that was disgusting, sorry.
I got my first hug from Hope in a long while, it was nice, I thought she'd forgotten me.
My girlfriend has a recurring illness that keeps her off college a lot, at one point she spent about a week in hospital during which I came to see her constantly, she then had an operation and came out drugged up causing her to vomit on my arm. But I don't care about that.
Trouble is it's back, i wish it was tangible so I could smack it one because it's hurting my girl and I hate it, people should be off work sick not off sickness working. she's also been poked and prodded about by doctors which requires hospital visits which makes me and her mum stressed which makes her sisters and Dad stressed which all ends in what my buddy jake and i would describe as a WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Also my second sister is sad, bad times.
However, today i'd like to discuss this agreement with france.
BAD.
France is a country populated by poofs, in a combat situation their natural reaction is to leg it and hide in a corner.
This should make for some yuks.
Friday, 12 November 2010
Music revivals
People seem to be rejoicing over Eliza Dolittle's apparent revival of jazz in her song "Pack Up"
personally I think it's a little bit of a shame, in my eyes a revival of styles like these are like ex- girlfriends, they were fantastic in their time but you kinda wish they'd just be in the past.
I love jazz but I think we should leave it to the real jazz masters of the 30's and 40's not remix it into pop like some cheap Claire's accessory.
not long ago Scissor Sisters did a similar thing to Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" and I felt the urgent drive to castrate them. Being a floydophile I say leave the best to the best.
In other words, touch it again and die.
personally I think it's a little bit of a shame, in my eyes a revival of styles like these are like ex- girlfriends, they were fantastic in their time but you kinda wish they'd just be in the past.
I love jazz but I think we should leave it to the real jazz masters of the 30's and 40's not remix it into pop like some cheap Claire's accessory.
not long ago Scissor Sisters did a similar thing to Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" and I felt the urgent drive to castrate them. Being a floydophile I say leave the best to the best.
In other words, touch it again and die.
Friday, 15 October 2010
My impromptu week off
So it's been a while, big deal. I'm back and diiiiiiiiiiiiiiisgruntled!!
It's been a hell of a week, shooting on the weekend on top of work and now my girlfriend's broken her toe. it's a funny old world isn't it, at cadets camp I realised how wierd things can get.
So first of all, I get my kit up to my room then make a dash for the loo to steal some bog roll before anyone else. I've tried to take the high road before but by the time you're begging someone for some tissues from someone you've hardly met... you get the picture. by now it's about 9PM but are we calming down? hell no, we're betting on child fights. "cheaper than chickens and cleaner than dogs" i was told as the kids mauled one another.
I don't like cadets camps, can you tell?
It's been a hell of a week, shooting on the weekend on top of work and now my girlfriend's broken her toe. it's a funny old world isn't it, at cadets camp I realised how wierd things can get.
So first of all, I get my kit up to my room then make a dash for the loo to steal some bog roll before anyone else. I've tried to take the high road before but by the time you're begging someone for some tissues from someone you've hardly met... you get the picture. by now it's about 9PM but are we calming down? hell no, we're betting on child fights. "cheaper than chickens and cleaner than dogs" i was told as the kids mauled one another.
I don't like cadets camps, can you tell?
Friday, 1 October 2010
IT'S A HAPPY happy happ... *snore*
So my day started out great! good friends, good company AWESOME band practice. but then I started to run down... I have some trouble getting sleep most of the time and today it caught up with me, thank god for my english buddy for jabbing me when I nodded off in english lang, although to be honest, adjectives? *snore* I fully fell asleep in law too, i hate this and I'm missing tons of info. I have to learn to get some rest.
On the other hand, kudos to hope, maybe i'll get her a shmoo...
Ah, yes... shmoo
shmoo is a drink you can buy at college, it's kinda a thickshake but it's like trying to suck jabba the hutt's colon through a straw... Hope loves this shite. she clearly has massive manly lungs because i can't slurp that stuff for anything, IT'S SO THICK!!!!!
I got my provisional driver's licence today, lookin forward to hitting the road now... unfortunately I have to have a fully insured car first... this sucks
a car costs around £800, which is fine. Unfortunately insurance costs in excess of £1000 a year, WHAT THE FUCK!!??
As usual chavs are to blame, they think it's cool to build new bit for their chavmobiles in order to make them more "bangin" and then strap a baked bean tin to the exhaust to cause massive amounts of noise pollution before driving down the road at 60 mph and colliding with a mondeo which, because it hasn't had 80% of the bodywork replaced with chipboard reduces the "bangin ride" to dust.
the chav, stripped of his only symbol of manhood then proceeds to attempt a territorial display at which point the owner of the mondeo reminds him he was driving a G WIZ and demands compensation for the wood chippings stuck in his bonnet. because the chav can't read the compensation form or even spell compensation his insurance company must fork over some money. because the chav is male and 18-21 all other males of 18-21 are him and therefore must pay disgusting amounts of cash for insurance.
I am in that age group. that's right. I AM ROAD SATAN
On the other hand, kudos to hope, maybe i'll get her a shmoo...
Ah, yes... shmoo
shmoo is a drink you can buy at college, it's kinda a thickshake but it's like trying to suck jabba the hutt's colon through a straw... Hope loves this shite. she clearly has massive manly lungs because i can't slurp that stuff for anything, IT'S SO THICK!!!!!
I got my provisional driver's licence today, lookin forward to hitting the road now... unfortunately I have to have a fully insured car first... this sucks
a car costs around £800, which is fine. Unfortunately insurance costs in excess of £1000 a year, WHAT THE FUCK!!??
As usual chavs are to blame, they think it's cool to build new bit for their chavmobiles in order to make them more "bangin" and then strap a baked bean tin to the exhaust to cause massive amounts of noise pollution before driving down the road at 60 mph and colliding with a mondeo which, because it hasn't had 80% of the bodywork replaced with chipboard reduces the "bangin ride" to dust.
the chav, stripped of his only symbol of manhood then proceeds to attempt a territorial display at which point the owner of the mondeo reminds him he was driving a G WIZ and demands compensation for the wood chippings stuck in his bonnet. because the chav can't read the compensation form or even spell compensation his insurance company must fork over some money. because the chav is male and 18-21 all other males of 18-21 are him and therefore must pay disgusting amounts of cash for insurance.
I am in that age group. that's right. I AM ROAD SATAN
Thursday, 30 September 2010
cheers and jeers
firstly the cheers to my buddy Josh for actually adverstising me what. a. dood.
right now he's my only follower but I intend to mooch some of his millions of fans sometime anyway, he has fans in china... wierd.
And next my favourite part and the whole reason I wanted to blog in the first place, ranting about stuff I don't like.
todays topic being the ups and downs of small kids, listen in boys and girls;
I know two small kids, for privacy reasons I will call them Phil and Becky. Becky is 5 and Phil is 3.
becky says cute small child things, I like toddler talk, it's hilarious. she once told me the hedgrow outside her house was the home of a dragon called peter who wanted to eat her.
Phil says nothing discernible, he is for all intents and purposes an especially mobile baby. he screams and dribbles and breaks stuff and given a heavy object once nearly broke his mother's leg.
In my expert opinion he is a walking screaming shitting tool of death. I mean he can't even put his clothes on by himself but he can destroy a £1200 tv with expert precision.
luckily, I'm not just a whiner and have designed a most elegant solution...
that's right, straitjacket babygrows!!!! coming to a tesco near you VERY VERY SOON
right now he's my only follower but I intend to mooch some of his millions of fans sometime anyway, he has fans in china... wierd.
And next my favourite part and the whole reason I wanted to blog in the first place, ranting about stuff I don't like.
todays topic being the ups and downs of small kids, listen in boys and girls;
I know two small kids, for privacy reasons I will call them Phil and Becky. Becky is 5 and Phil is 3.
becky says cute small child things, I like toddler talk, it's hilarious. she once told me the hedgrow outside her house was the home of a dragon called peter who wanted to eat her.
Phil says nothing discernible, he is for all intents and purposes an especially mobile baby. he screams and dribbles and breaks stuff and given a heavy object once nearly broke his mother's leg.
In my expert opinion he is a walking screaming shitting tool of death. I mean he can't even put his clothes on by himself but he can destroy a £1200 tv with expert precision.
luckily, I'm not just a whiner and have designed a most elegant solution...
that's right, straitjacket babygrows!!!! coming to a tesco near you VERY VERY SOON
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
New and improved
So I finally did it, having seen a couple of my friends blogging I caved. couldn't help it really, it's this or homework and c'mon. it's HOMEWORK. seriously if the day's not long enough to get all our work done why bother going to school or college at all right. or maybe I'm annoyed cos I can't seem to ever finish it.
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