Sunday, November 06, 2005
You totally killed us, you evil metal dickweeds!
Bill, Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey
And here we are, the end of one of my shortest blogging absences in ages. And what have you been doing Ed you ask? Or perhaps not, as is more likely. Well I'm going to tell you anyway. I've been doing the same thing I've been doing for ages. Drinking, meeting up with mates, drinking, sleeping, drinking, you know, that old cheshnut. Pub on Friday, involving an INCREDIBLY uncallec for conversation, involving Sarah lactating because she'd had sex with a dog.... well, I guess you had to be there, lol. And then Alex's on Saturday, with king of kings James' legendary fireworks. 4/5 mate, not bad. And now, without further ado, my quiz results....
Spiderman
Congratulations! You scored a super 55%!
You're hotter than, well, hot-cakes! You've got a fan base bigger than Pam & Tommy, and to tell the truth, you actually don't mind the super-hero gig. Most of the time, anyway. Everyone seems to love their fun, friendly and courageous hero as you swoop in to save the day, time and time again! Unfortunately, swooping and day-saving doesn't help pay the rent, and you're not exactly the "hero-for-hire" type either. Hey, at least you can play down the whole life saving, self sacrificing gig with some neat lil' punchlines and remarks! Juggling both egos becomes a strain at times and whilst you want to help everyone, you're also in search of "me time", often finding yourself having to make constant personal sacrifices in order to protect those around you. Don't fret though! At the end of the day you'll find yourself with the support from either those you rescue or perhaps a close friend or loved one who'll get you by, reminding you of how cool you look in spandex.
i am an old indie fart!
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
For you, indie music died after "Loveless" came out. None of the bands around today are worthy
of your time. Not that you've heard any of them. It's all been done before. Fuck off back to your
REM albums, you annoying little twat.
You're living the movie Event Horizon!
?? Which Horror Movie Are You Living ??
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Dude, you are cool, therefore, you are japanese. Go
you.
What inanimate object are you?
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Your Heart is Black
What Color is Your Heart?
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You're a Mean Drunk!
People don't like to get drunk with you. You're the
drunk cursing random people, opening up old
wounds and starting fights. People get scared
of you and try to stay out of your way---or
start giving you nonalcoholic beers secretly.
What Kind of Drunk Are You?
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avoidant
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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You Are The Suave Gay Man
What Type Of Gay Man Are You?
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I leave with Kanye West....
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to god that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
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Bill, Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey
And here we are, the end of one of my shortest blogging absences in ages. And what have you been doing Ed you ask? Or perhaps not, as is more likely. Well I'm going to tell you anyway. I've been doing the same thing I've been doing for ages. Drinking, meeting up with mates, drinking, sleeping, drinking, you know, that old cheshnut. Pub on Friday, involving an INCREDIBLY uncallec for conversation, involving Sarah lactating because she'd had sex with a dog.... well, I guess you had to be there, lol. And then Alex's on Saturday, with king of kings James' legendary fireworks. 4/5 mate, not bad. And now, without further ado, my quiz results....
Spiderman
Congratulations! You scored a super 55%!
You're hotter than, well, hot-cakes! You've got a fan base bigger than Pam & Tommy, and to tell the truth, you actually don't mind the super-hero gig. Most of the time, anyway. Everyone seems to love their fun, friendly and courageous hero as you swoop in to save the day, time and time again! Unfortunately, swooping and day-saving doesn't help pay the rent, and you're not exactly the "hero-for-hire" type either. Hey, at least you can play down the whole life saving, self sacrificing gig with some neat lil' punchlines and remarks! Juggling both egos becomes a strain at times and whilst you want to help everyone, you're also in search of "me time", often finding yourself having to make constant personal sacrifices in order to protect those around you. Don't fret though! At the end of the day you'll find yourself with the support from either those you rescue or perhaps a close friend or loved one who'll get you by, reminding you of how cool you look in spandex.
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
For you, indie music died after "Loveless" came out. None of the bands around today are worthy
of your time. Not that you've heard any of them. It's all been done before. Fuck off back to your
REM albums, you annoying little twat.
You're living the movie Event Horizon!
?? Which Horror Movie Are You Living ??
brought to you by Quizilla
Dude, you are cool, therefore, you are japanese. Go
you.
What inanimate object are you?
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Your Heart is Black
What Color is Your Heart?
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You're a Mean Drunk!
People don't like to get drunk with you. You're the
drunk cursing random people, opening up old
wounds and starting fights. People get scared
of you and try to stay out of your way---or
start giving you nonalcoholic beers secretly.
What Kind of Drunk Are You?
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avoidant
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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You Are The Suave Gay Man
What Type Of Gay Man Are You?
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I leave with Kanye West....
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to god that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
This dead man won't die!
The Demon, KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park
Hello all, been a while since I last updated, I have just awoken after the Halloween party at the Exeter Inn, and that was a funny as fuck evening. I met loads of cool new people, some of which claimed to know me already, despite never meeting before. I don't think. Hmmm......
I managed to claim a little plastic squeaky rat, (With a certain person claiming an asthmatic one, lol). And there was also a dentist giving out tellytubby stickers to people, and I think Lauren would be annoyed if I didn't point out that at one point, she had all 4 tellytubbies collected. But the real winner of the evening was of course Sarah, with a plethora of different quotes that summed up her state at the end of the evening, legendary. Unfortunately, I can't remember any of them at the moment, so she is spared, but I'm sure Lauren will post them, so check her site. There were many other things to mention, Tit's shirt's slow destruction throughout the evening, Tammy's amazing glasses (bought by Lisa), singing to Queen with Tammy, Phoebe and Darren, talking with Adrien, Jake and Mason, before being accosted and shown some random girl's rather private piercing, as you do, lol. All in all, a fun night kept in a haze of alcohol. FISHBOWL!
And the night before, Friday I guess, there was a pub trip, in which we visited the newly replaced pool table, and I was given a strange birthday collection, with an enormous princess card, a small cocktail umbrella, JD's brilliant home-made card, and the brilliance of Alan Partridge! But the real high-point of the evening was the amazing present from Barcelona. A box stuffed with free hotel things, and even some stolen things, and as we all know, it's the thought and originality that counts, and it's safe to say this one had both! And then we went on to have a pub trip that, as normal, devolved into darts being thrown at people and games of pool being won by the sober.....or so you'd think! TRUST ME ALEX, I ALWAYS HAVE A PLAN!
I think I shall leave with the Rednex.....
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from? Where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe?
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The Demon, KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park
Hello all, been a while since I last updated, I have just awoken after the Halloween party at the Exeter Inn, and that was a funny as fuck evening. I met loads of cool new people, some of which claimed to know me already, despite never meeting before. I don't think. Hmmm......
I managed to claim a little plastic squeaky rat, (With a certain person claiming an asthmatic one, lol). And there was also a dentist giving out tellytubby stickers to people, and I think Lauren would be annoyed if I didn't point out that at one point, she had all 4 tellytubbies collected. But the real winner of the evening was of course Sarah, with a plethora of different quotes that summed up her state at the end of the evening, legendary. Unfortunately, I can't remember any of them at the moment, so she is spared, but I'm sure Lauren will post them, so check her site. There were many other things to mention, Tit's shirt's slow destruction throughout the evening, Tammy's amazing glasses (bought by Lisa), singing to Queen with Tammy, Phoebe and Darren, talking with Adrien, Jake and Mason, before being accosted and shown some random girl's rather private piercing, as you do, lol. All in all, a fun night kept in a haze of alcohol. FISHBOWL!
And the night before, Friday I guess, there was a pub trip, in which we visited the newly replaced pool table, and I was given a strange birthday collection, with an enormous princess card, a small cocktail umbrella, JD's brilliant home-made card, and the brilliance of Alan Partridge! But the real high-point of the evening was the amazing present from Barcelona. A box stuffed with free hotel things, and even some stolen things, and as we all know, it's the thought and originality that counts, and it's safe to say this one had both! And then we went on to have a pub trip that, as normal, devolved into darts being thrown at people and games of pool being won by the sober.....or so you'd think! TRUST ME ALEX, I ALWAYS HAVE A PLAN!
I think I shall leave with the Rednex.....
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from? Where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe?
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Monday, October 10, 2005
Night Watch! Everyone step out of the the Twilight!
Anton Gorodetsky, Night Watch
Oh those crazy Russians, what will they think of next?
I don't really remember anything that has happened to me, though a lot has, like me failing my driving test and drinking and starting to board and drinking and bad stuff and drinking and good stuff and drinking. But the important thing is, I didn't catch fire for more than a few minutes over the past few weeks. I don't think. I may have. As I said, I don't really remember, but it's all good. I think.
I think it was Mikhail Gorbachev who originally said "I know I have a stupid name. There is no need to make fun of me. Leave me alone."
HAHA, I CANNOT BE DEFEATED, NOT EVEN BY THE DISGUISED GERMAN PORN DISPENSER! HAHA, TAKE THAT YOU WEIRD BASTARDS!
GOGO TOP TRUMPS! I love Top Trumps, especially the marvel ones. And I know you all do too. Anyone who laughs is a communist!
The big brain are weaning again. Now I am leaving, for no raisin!
Who really buys the chart music? Because it sure as hell isn't me, and everyone I ask says they don't, and all I ever hear chavs playing is even worse, so who? I'm betting it's YOU, DEAR READER!
And thus we enter the endgame.
REGGIE AND THE FULL EFFECT with "Image Is Nothing, Lobsters Are Everything"
Those doors won't open up for you, not now, not anymore
You're not the person that you used to be
You light a cigarette and say that it won't satisfy you, like you just aren't satisfying me
What can I do?
What can I say to you to try and figure out whatever's on your mind?
I think there's something I'm supposed to see
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Anton Gorodetsky, Night Watch
Oh those crazy Russians, what will they think of next?
I don't really remember anything that has happened to me, though a lot has, like me failing my driving test and drinking and starting to board and drinking and bad stuff and drinking and good stuff and drinking. But the important thing is, I didn't catch fire for more than a few minutes over the past few weeks. I don't think. I may have. As I said, I don't really remember, but it's all good. I think.
I think it was Mikhail Gorbachev who originally said "I know I have a stupid name. There is no need to make fun of me. Leave me alone."
HAHA, I CANNOT BE DEFEATED, NOT EVEN BY THE DISGUISED GERMAN PORN DISPENSER! HAHA, TAKE THAT YOU WEIRD BASTARDS!
GOGO TOP TRUMPS! I love Top Trumps, especially the marvel ones. And I know you all do too. Anyone who laughs is a communist!
The big brain are weaning again. Now I am leaving, for no raisin!
Who really buys the chart music? Because it sure as hell isn't me, and everyone I ask says they don't, and all I ever hear chavs playing is even worse, so who? I'm betting it's YOU, DEAR READER!
And thus we enter the endgame.
REGGIE AND THE FULL EFFECT with "Image Is Nothing, Lobsters Are Everything"
Those doors won't open up for you, not now, not anymore
You're not the person that you used to be
You light a cigarette and say that it won't satisfy you, like you just aren't satisfying me
What can I do?
What can I say to you to try and figure out whatever's on your mind?
I think there's something I'm supposed to see
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Thursday, September 22, 2005
Your kids have all really touched me, and I'm pretty sure that I've touched them.
Dewey Finn, School of Rock
I have a feeling I haven't posted for a while. Like since the holidays. But to be honest, no-one reads this crap anyway. So we have returned, and nothing much has happened to me, apart from the "can I, can't I" way in which my dropping of Maths has been handled. I DON'T WANT TO DO IT, WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME!
The sixth form centre has been refurbished, with new chairs (breaking), a new IT suite (breaking) and a locker room (not done yet). Yay.
Had a pub trip (or 2, I don't really remember), but I do remember getting 3 pints off of Millsy when it was me who owed him one. I wait until he's pissed, and has forgotten that he'd already got me one. Result. Also, the return of team Best, with new member Birkey, who went on to draw with JD and Chris (featuring Roffey) by 2 games to 2. HAHAHA. WOOP WOOP.
First debating session meant New James, Smeddle and I were arguing the case FOR bloodsports, against a far stronger and more clued up team in the form of K's and Lauz. I think Bunce was there too. Well our argument collapsed into a pitiful laughfest, with bullshit pouring out of my mouth, giving up on realism and trying to hit the wit and charm angle. It failed. But James's inspired presentation helped regain our brilliance. Result.
Well, now we have to cope with the influx of work and shit, and so I leave with the simple but hard-hitting words of the Prodigy....
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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Dewey Finn, School of Rock
I have a feeling I haven't posted for a while. Like since the holidays. But to be honest, no-one reads this crap anyway. So we have returned, and nothing much has happened to me, apart from the "can I, can't I" way in which my dropping of Maths has been handled. I DON'T WANT TO DO IT, WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME!
The sixth form centre has been refurbished, with new chairs (breaking), a new IT suite (breaking) and a locker room (not done yet). Yay.
Had a pub trip (or 2, I don't really remember), but I do remember getting 3 pints off of Millsy when it was me who owed him one. I wait until he's pissed, and has forgotten that he'd already got me one. Result. Also, the return of team Best, with new member Birkey, who went on to draw with JD and Chris (featuring Roffey) by 2 games to 2. HAHAHA. WOOP WOOP.
First debating session meant New James, Smeddle and I were arguing the case FOR bloodsports, against a far stronger and more clued up team in the form of K's and Lauz. I think Bunce was there too. Well our argument collapsed into a pitiful laughfest, with bullshit pouring out of my mouth, giving up on realism and trying to hit the wit and charm angle. It failed. But James's inspired presentation helped regain our brilliance. Result.
Well, now we have to cope with the influx of work and shit, and so I leave with the simple but hard-hitting words of the Prodigy....
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
If I was in World War Two they'd call me spit. Fire
Fire
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Monday, August 29, 2005
The official toxicity limit for humans is between one and one and half grams of cocaine depending on body weight. I was averaging five grams a day, maybe more. I snorted ten grams in ten minutes once. I guess I had a high tolerance.
George, Blow
Just a quick update, just to check that Reading didn't kill anyone, hit me back if you're still living. I hear Smeddle was in a poor state, and most people probably are in similar condition, lol. So I shall move on.
I saw the great film Blow for the second time on Sunday, and everyone should have watched it. As the name suggests, it's about cocaine, or more specifically, the tale of real-life dealer/baron George Jung, played by Johnny Depp, and a particular hero of mine. It's a heartfelt tale of one man's dance with the devil, and eventual incarceration and madness, locked in Ottisville Penitentiary until 2015. And this film, as well as making me download Manfred Mann's brilliant version of "Blinded by the light", made me think about money, and whether it's all worth it. And, of course, the answer is hell yeah, the money is definitely worth it. As long as you have your morals and health, everything is good.
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George, Blow
Just a quick update, just to check that Reading didn't kill anyone, hit me back if you're still living. I hear Smeddle was in a poor state, and most people probably are in similar condition, lol. So I shall move on.
I saw the great film Blow for the second time on Sunday, and everyone should have watched it. As the name suggests, it's about cocaine, or more specifically, the tale of real-life dealer/baron George Jung, played by Johnny Depp, and a particular hero of mine. It's a heartfelt tale of one man's dance with the devil, and eventual incarceration and madness, locked in Ottisville Penitentiary until 2015. And this film, as well as making me download Manfred Mann's brilliant version of "Blinded by the light", made me think about money, and whether it's all worth it. And, of course, the answer is hell yeah, the money is definitely worth it. As long as you have your morals and health, everything is good.
On the subject of movies, there is one coming out, you may have seen the advert for, which may interest some of my readers. That film is "Last Days", AND IS NOT ABOUT KURT COBAIN, BEFORE PEOPLE THINK THAT. It is, however, about a Seattle-based musician who becomes a legend, and hates it, eventually taking his own life, and is SEMI-biographical of Cobain's life, with some subtle differences to aid it. But it is a beautiful movie, which I have had the luck to have seen, and the final song is inspirational. But to watch the film, you have to forget Kurt and just concentrate on the story. I wish Michael Blake and his band Pagoda luck.
I have to leave with Manfred Mann (Originally Bruce Springsteen), because this song is awesome.....
Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
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Friday, August 26, 2005
Would you mind not shooting at the thermonuclear weapons?
Vic Deakins, Broken Arrow
Have you ever felt like you were born to fail? That sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach as your mouth goes dry. That sensation of loss, of life gone awry. At the risk of sounding sorry for myself, which I in no way am, I have that feeling more than I need. The most recent time was my results, appalling as they were. I tried to make it seem like it didn't bother me, but at the time, I was incredibly gutted. This feeling was in no way helped by the arrival of my dear father, who made his disgust obvious to me, and insulted me in the most twisted ways possible. In a way, I wish I hadn't restrained myself, and I had driven that smarmy viscious head of his clean through his windscreen, and rubbed his throat across the broken glass. That would have made me feel better.
I have a feeling this bum-out confessional is due to the music I'm listening to more than anything else. The work of Lisa Gerrard, whose haunting and beautiful voice, when coupled with the orchestral score and melodic backing, is the most wrist-slashingly depressing music ever. But the kicker is, that doesn't stop me listening to it, because it evokes raw emotion, which is the single most important factor of music. If a track doesn't cause an emotion, be it anger, sadness, happiness, whatever, it's not worth listening to.
I leave with Trivium,
I'll be right here
Falling away
Fighting on principle
I'll die 1000 times
Before I'll ever be them
Burn the scriptures
Bury the governing
Free yourself
Break the structures
Declare Freedom
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Vic Deakins, Broken Arrow
Have you ever felt like you were born to fail? That sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach as your mouth goes dry. That sensation of loss, of life gone awry. At the risk of sounding sorry for myself, which I in no way am, I have that feeling more than I need. The most recent time was my results, appalling as they were. I tried to make it seem like it didn't bother me, but at the time, I was incredibly gutted. This feeling was in no way helped by the arrival of my dear father, who made his disgust obvious to me, and insulted me in the most twisted ways possible. In a way, I wish I hadn't restrained myself, and I had driven that smarmy viscious head of his clean through his windscreen, and rubbed his throat across the broken glass. That would have made me feel better.
I have a feeling this bum-out confessional is due to the music I'm listening to more than anything else. The work of Lisa Gerrard, whose haunting and beautiful voice, when coupled with the orchestral score and melodic backing, is the most wrist-slashingly depressing music ever. But the kicker is, that doesn't stop me listening to it, because it evokes raw emotion, which is the single most important factor of music. If a track doesn't cause an emotion, be it anger, sadness, happiness, whatever, it's not worth listening to.
I leave with Trivium,
I'll be right here
Falling away
Fighting on principle
I'll die 1000 times
Before I'll ever be them
Burn the scriptures
Bury the governing
Free yourself
Break the structures
Declare Freedom
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Saturday, August 20, 2005
Do you see any Teletubbies in here? Do you see a slender plastic tag clipped to my shirt with my name printed on it? Do you see a little Asian child with a blank expression on his face sitting outside on a mechanical helicopter that shakes when you put quarters in it? No? Well, that's what you see at a toy store. And you must think you're in a toy store, because you're here shopping for an infant named Jeb.
Elijah Wood, Unbreakable
EVERYBODY VISIT THIS LINK AND FILL IT ALL OUT!
http://ipods.freepay.com/?r=21529091
THEN, IF YOU NEED AN IPOD, WHICH I THINK WE ALL DO, THEN SIGN UP FOR AN OFFER, AND THEN CANCEL. 30 DAY TRIAL WITH EFAX, AND THEN I JUST CANCELLED AS SOON AS I DID IT, STILL COUNTS. LEGEND.
Btw, you may need a credit card to pull this off, despite it not being used moneywise. The only flaw in the plan. Lol.
The Who....
I have to be careful not to preach
I can't pretend that I can teach,
And yet I've lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown.
And on the dance floor broken glass,
And bloody faces slowly pass,
The numbered seats in empty rows,
It all belongs to me you know.
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Elijah Wood, Unbreakable
EVERYBODY VISIT THIS LINK AND FILL IT ALL OUT!
http://ipods.freepay.com/?r=21529091
THEN, IF YOU NEED AN IPOD, WHICH I THINK WE ALL DO, THEN SIGN UP FOR AN OFFER, AND THEN CANCEL. 30 DAY TRIAL WITH EFAX, AND THEN I JUST CANCELLED AS SOON AS I DID IT, STILL COUNTS. LEGEND.
Btw, you may need a credit card to pull this off, despite it not being used moneywise. The only flaw in the plan. Lol.
The Who....
I have to be careful not to preach
I can't pretend that I can teach,
And yet I've lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown.
And on the dance floor broken glass,
And bloody faces slowly pass,
The numbered seats in empty rows,
It all belongs to me you know.
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