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It's only semi autobiographical
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Pop Idol. I have happily been sheltered from this insidious project whilst at university, however upon return home it has been thrust upon me, and once again I am forced, against my will to have an opinion.
Who will win? Frankly I don't care, but there has been much debate, and I will highlight the key arguments of two people who have views for which, generally, I have the utmost respect.
In the Michele corner, the argument lies thusly; She is Scottish, therefore she will have the whole of Scotland voting for her. As will Wales, because it is either her or an English bloke. England will be divided, therefore, the probability of her winning is increased, unless there is a landslide in England.
In Mark's corner, there is the view that at first, people saw Michele, she was a nice girl, unfortunately not with the 'pop idol' image. Therefore people felt sorry for her, and in true British fashion, rewarded 'good effort' with votes. However, now she is getting over confident and mouthy, to which the standard British response is; "Get back in your box you fat cow." Perhaps not so vehement but you get the picture.
My verdict? Like I said, I do not care, but I am willing to predict that the record company is desperate for Mark to win, he is marketable, immediately and lucratively. They need but a few months to cash in on the teenage female market, and they have their money. Michele is a long term project. She does not have the appeal to keep people interested in a hard and fast marketing campaign. To make money from her they will have to make her last, and make the most of her voice bringing in purchases over the rest of the new year.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Why? Buscaee I am boerd. Why can you raed it so wlel? You msut be a gnueis, trehe can be no ohter eaaxptoinln.
In any csae, toady I splmiy wnet to rievece my A lveel ceircteatifs. It was... isnerttieng, and I haerd mroe abuot waht I got up to at the Crshatsims blal. (Mcuh hngigug and bneig weatsd aeapnltrpy. Msot ulinke me.)
Now I'm tierd, and I'm ginog cbinbulg.
Sunday, December 14, 2003
The club is really my brothers now, in that he keeps the money, but it was nice of him to defer to me for the day.
Possibly the most telling moment of the day you would not understand if I told you, but it involved being seriously underestimated by one of the new lads, before he was quickly filled in by the others...
Now I'm tired and I'm going to bed.
P.S To all those whom I have irked, I apologize. If I really pissed you off, then I probably do not like you very much and therefore will not.
P.P.S And anyone back in Portsmouth, who I either have not seen, probably can not remember seeing, or did not talk to properly, call me, lets meet up.
P.P.P.S Yes, I do mean you. I can think of at least three people who might read this and then think, "Oh, well he probably isn't thinking of me, and I'm a bit shy contacting people if I don't know how they react..."
Actually, one, two don't have the internet. Nope, one of them got it a while back, two it is.
The one that doesn't have the net has (fairly) recently passed a driving test, if you know who I mean, pass it on. I think I lost their mobile number.
Saturday, December 13, 2003
I've just been to the annual Christmas Ball at my old college and school, which comprises all the governors, teachers and old students getting together to reminisce on old times.
A piss up in other words.
Of course, me being me, I turned up a good hour or so late.
More uncharacteristically, I was really happy to see everyone, and quite nervous about how everyone was, so I quickly got in and proceeded toward the nearest bottle of wine.
I was, of course, waylaid by the nearest Maths teacher, and had a pleasant chat ranging from the nice girls in the lower year, (cue embarrassed looking at feet) to the relative merits of Epsilon Delta arguments (for a very short time.)
Soon I had found everyone and the wine, and was happily catching up with the old gang over dinner. Dancing ensued, lots of fun had by all. I will not go into specific stories, but there were some good ones. And one other one.
Details are hazy regarding the rest of the night, but from physical evidence I have pieced together the following.
1: I may have been thrown out.
Evidence: Text message - "Hey very kicked out at the moment"
2: I was either attacked with, or stole a corkscrew.
Evidence: Corkscrew digging into me in morning and corkscrew wound in side.
3: Someone gave me a hat.
Evidence: A hat.
4. Someone gave me beer outside.
Evidence: Beer can by bed, vague memory of old Lower sixth person giving me beer. Thanks!
5. I was being a bit of a prick.
Evidence: Text messages from all over the country to that general tune.
6. I broke out of and into a friends house twice.
Evidence: Sent text message claiming as such.
7. I danced, but it was not an unmitigated disaster, at least I was dancing with nice people.
Evidence: She told me today.
8. I was not too drunk.
Evidence: See next point. Also I still had my bow tie in my pocket.
9. I made it home.
Evidence: Phone call at 11ish from parents.
"Do you need a lift?"
"Wha..."
"Where are you?"
"'m in bed."
"Are you coming home?"
"..."
At this point I try to shout that I am home, but my vocal chords have deserted me, leaving only a croak, (hence the italics.) Fortunately, at this point I fell out of bed, was heard, and the situation resolved.
Now I just have to meet up with my friends again, and actually talk to them...
Now I'm tired, and I'm blatantly not going to sleep...
Saturday, December 06, 2003
No change there then.
Oh, and that conversation 'tween Irish girl and Legit, as I recall it was something along the lines of;
"I can't believe you didn't keep that letter I wrote you!" I
"It said I was a little shit."
"I spent ages on that letter!" I
"Well, I could feel the love you put in as I read it."
Then with complete sincerity;
"Why? Were there spelling mistakes?" I
All lines suffixed with I to be read with a hybrid North/South Irish accent.
Anyway, now I'm really tired and I'm going to bed.
Friday, December 05, 2003
Of course, by the time you read this it will be spell checked and combed for errors, but trust me, I am pissed out of my head.
Went out with the welsh tonight, I am now even with Welsh Bird, so no more owing or betting for me. I so should not have had those Mars vodka's, I am very much hyped by the sheer sugar and alcohol, combined with those vodka red bulls.
Today, a really funny conversation took place between an Irish girl and Legit, but I am too pissed to do it justice, so I'll tell you tomorrow.
Now I'm pissed, and I'm going to bed.
Thursday, December 04, 2003
Since this site was originally intended for my friends and my own amusement, there is very little on here that identifies me particularly, other than my (occasionally unique) views on the world.
Therefore, now some people reading this will have no idea what I am going on about half of the time, and even less of an idea of what I am actually like.
I'm not going to do anything about it, I just noticed, that's all.
Well, perhaps I shall drop in a few extra hints as to what I enjoy doing and such. Just do not expect any kind of bio, or anything resembling;
"My name is Fred, and I enjoy horse riding."
For the record, I am neither Fred nor Jockey.
However, I will say that I was remarkably irritated today, due to the fact that whilst Shooting, that Welsh Bird yet again outshot me by one point.
Thus putting me back to 4 drinks in debt.
I thought I was safe, a score of 91, not bad for a beginner, agreed? But no, she has to go and score 92. I swear she is cheating.
So anyway, you see what I did there? I let you know that I am a shooter, without having to resort to actually straight out telling you, because that would be boring. (Credit to the phrasing of the start if that sentence goes to Crazy Irish Lady.)
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
I shall have to play next week, and make sure that I win.
I am really quite annoyed, since Southampton need serious punishment for that last football result.
Add this to the fact that the lecture that I had was a really quite simple exercise class, and you can see my irritation.
Well, looking on the bright side, at least if I am finding the work easy, it means I have chosen the right degree, even if everyone else is of the view that I am clinically insane.
Now I'm tired, and I'm making cheesy mash.
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
I realized today that my window where I stay now is approximately a foot lower than my one at home. In addition, there is a block directly opposite my room, with facing windows.
Now at home, the window sill was high enough that anyone looking up could only ever see me from the waist up, even if I was standing right up at the window, or on my bed for example.
generally, this is true here, aside from one key position. From the windows opposite, as I step out of my pod, I am clearly visible from the knees upward.
I will not go into why this is irritating here, but as I am sure you can tell, it makes showering awkward. And in fact, any other time when I am required to disrobe.
Therefore, since I only recently noticed this, I have no idea what the neighbors must think of me after the past month or so.
Oh, and it is also an all girls block we face on to.
I am really not sure if that is good or bad...
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Monday, December 01, 2003
"They are all just too stupid over there."
"Bloody British dictators."
"Admit it, you ARE British!"
"No vote and we get Tony Blair!"
"Lets face it, you are stuck in the past."
"Ok, lets all blame the dead bastards."
I have the feeling Scummer may be getting bombed soon.....
Tonight, a water bomb fight occurred, and with the original target refusing to leave the building, other targets presented themselves, with the eventual targeting of the pizza delivery man.
Now we could get into trouble over this, but I am fairly certain that no one that knows who I am will rat me out. Why? Because I have a superiority complex. I will never be caught.
I was also hit, after a failed attempt on Scummers dryness, it bounced, he chased me down.
Now, I really am tired, and I'm going to bed.
