Far2Narf

I wouldn't want to lie to

2010-11-10T22:02:00.005Z

To say that I will keep this up, but the potential for such an event is greater than 2 days ago. By the time I eventually hit the sack last night, it was about 1.40am (which isn't too bad compared to some nights) and I realised, in-between watching stuff/pottering, I'd done quite a bit of work. It helps that I'm finally off live support after some sort of crazy long time, because I was on it for at least 3 weeks before America, then for exactly 3 weeks after as well. In theory I shouldn't be on it for at least 9 weeks, but everything changes, and now we have some crazy Silverlight training next week, the rota might implode somewhere along the lines.

Anyway enough about work, I'm sure that will crop up tomorrow after I destroy my face on a pub crawl. I hope it ends in me getting a Texican Whopper, as they are things sent from the Flying Spaghetti Monster's angels. Today I finally got to install Angry Birds on my hero, and unsurprisingly, the processing power of my poor year old chip doesn't quite cut it, compared to the desire at least. Or a brick. Made from tofu.

Huge gape in writing this, not because I blacked out or forgot, but cos I can. Just spent an age not only uploading September's (looks at watch) photos to facebook, but also got all Photoshoppy to bust out some 'sweet as' shopping shiz, see enclosed photos (and why has the blogger photo upload insertion not been fixed for 2 years?!). Now my right hand is cold from mouse usage, it's 20 to midnight and I think I should get an early night so I become a machine tomorrow evening. Salad eating through the day is probably advised against as well.

There are so many games I want to buy, but I really have to stop myself, not just because of presents I need to buy my mum, but because I'd just fritter away all my hours on that, rather than learning Silverlight and training for my MCPD in designing and developing ASP.NET applications, in-between the normal slew of gigs, events and mind-blowing epiphanies.

But for now, just some chillout jazz will suit me fine.

fuck.

2010-11-10T00:38:00.003Z

It doesn't work does it. Keeping track of life or time. Seems like I can't observe it and live it at the same time. Argh, in my face. I so nearly documented my entire American holiday in graphic detail, but just failed slightly less bad than normal.

What are you doing? I'm probably not doing it, but I might be doing something else equally precocious or causing similar surreal based anarchy. A small part of me hopes no one is still reading this, I miss the days of unfiltered brain pouring, but I think I also need to accept the gradual growth that everyone, yes even I, go through. Even if I don't have to accept the slowly shrinking limits of my body and mind, as someone once said, 6 hours sleep is enough for anyone.

I think my sadness at my lack of recording my every move and feeling is a three-fold affair that breaches the very depths of space and time, or basically that 1) I'm terrified my abysmal memory can only worsen as the years click by, 2) By small obsession with YouTube has grown to wishing I did what some people did on there, but I never will and 3) Living deeply in the past, possibly with the thought that nothing can be as fantastic as times gone pass, even though this is disproved continually.

Maybe there is a sneaky fourth point, I want to prove to my older self, and perhaps my kids, if some equally emo girl finds me lost amongst these concrete city trees, that I lived a busy, continually fun and exciting life. I've also noticed people looking older, some physically, some mentally and some in their eyes, which is the scariest of them all. This wasn't really meant to be some emotional downer, highlighting a new found fear of growing old, as I'm actually astoundingly happy, but sometimes I like the multi-layered happiness brought on by a deep, pensive, long-lasting faux-sadness.

I suggest that everyone writes straight from their thoughts while listening to Benjamin Francis Leftwich's 'Atlas Hands' on repeat, while consciously trying to ignore it's similarities to 'I will follow you into the dark'.

They feast, like there's no tomorrow

2010-08-14T22:41:00.001+01:00

Possibly a repeating story, but we met in a pub today, the Barrow Boy and Banker to be specific, with Dan and Tracey, and we had a nice pint watching the end of the Man City game before heading to the Southwark Tavern, where we then spent the majority of the afternoon and early evening. Really great pub, cool cubicle style area where there used to be prison cells. Nice range of beer I think. Maybe. Ooh and there food was awesome, I had 'Pork belly with bacon and sage mash, sautéed leeks and grain mustard sauce' which was phenomenal, even in a slightly drunk state. Dan and I also had to greatest conversation of all time, which lasted 30 minutes, and destroyed Dan and Tracey's soul. I can't even truely remember what it was about, it's similar to the greatest song in the world that Tenacious D wrote tribute about.

We then traversed to the so called smallest pub in England/Britain/Something, which has expensive beer, but we managed to get a seat outside somehow, and rex partially fell asleep on the table, a bar man came across in a concerned manner, so Tracey punched rex in the head. Was so hilarious I may have weed everywhere. Those three then scampered home, and I replaced them with Shing and Jon, who I met in The Rake (smallest pub).

We then attempted to go home, via the Jubilee line, but it blew up or something, so Shing and I gave up, and I was pretty fired up on alcohol/caffeine/night time air. So we fell into The Platform, where we got some awesome espressotini's, that had coffee beans in them, and tasted like awesome. Shing randomly knew a few people in there, though things were a bit hazy, then we walked towards tower bridge, and played in the water fountain, with Shing forgetting her shoes were no where near water proof, especially when running up and down what was basically a river in them. After crossing the river, we played for ages in the awesome cool playground (tower hill park) there, though I suspect that was the beginning of my downfall. We were planning on either urban bar or going to Tinseltown, but Shing needed the loo. We swooped into a Holiday Inn, discovered their bar was open till 4am, so grabbed a beer. Then I crashed harder than any man has on the Indy 500 circuit. I managed to drink about 5mm of my tetley's, and then we went home via the 86. I think I died on there.

Fantasies and Self Harm

2010-08-13T23:55:00.000+01:00

So work began a crazy Mini-League with the Sun Dream Team, and me being the only developer in the league, I have to show that not all developers are sport-knowledgeless nerds. I may fail, but here is my team filled with dreams and hopes:

P Robinson	BLA
S Warnock	AST
K Toure	MCY
M Dawson	TOT
J Carragher	LIV
T Cahill	EVE
A Young	AST
L Cattermole	SUN
Nani	MAN
C Tevez	MCY
D Bent	SUN

Danu mainly helped me but coming up with a team, and then I hacked it apart, mainly swapping Drogba and some crazy striker, for Tevez and Bent, the 3rd and 4th highest goalscorers from last season. KAPOW.

In other news, Rex and I then ate some lovely food and watched Wristcutters: A Love Story. Which although it sounds really depressing and emo, it's actually a really cool idea for a film, and executed well. One of those nice films that goes along gently being awesome, and I learn the lesson that "It only happens if it doesn't matter"

Afterwards, we watched Up In The Air, with George Clooney, which I really enjoyed, though not sure if rex did. I thought it had the same sort of vibe as Lost In Translation (I guess they're both lonesome traveller movies), and it was much better than films like Burn After Reading (which for some reason I always want to called Burn Before Reading, which might be a cooler name).

Enough.

Peter Shilton in Wilton's?

2010-08-12T23:43:00.000+01:00

Unfortunately not you peculiar children, but there was an excellent cinema night to be had there after initially meeting up with Shing and Jon in the The Minories for a fast pint and all-day breakfast, for a low low price of just 4.99. Yum yum yum. Always a good start to an evening. I then was a bit worried about all my internal organs as they felt a bit like failing periodically throughout the night. But that's never enough to slow me down, so Rex and I perambulated along to Wilton's bust out some Staropramen action, with Rex investigating the Guinness surger device. Where basically a can of non Guinness like liquid is poured into a glass, it is then put on an electrical plate that sends ultrasonic waves to recreate the "surge and settle" effect of your classic Guinness draught pourage.

Anyway, moving forward, the cinema club showed a number of short films based on Great British Design from the 40s to the 80s. Some really awesome little clips, including a film on the guy who invented Habitat as well as the following highlights:

Designing Women (1948), where Joyce Grenfell took us through the dos and don'ts of home furnishing
Zandra Rhodes (1981), showing early collaborations
Miniskirts Make Money (1968).... oh yeah.

Gotta love the BFI archive. At some point we pootled home, mocking the cycle superhighway on the way.

Does this make you feel safe?

2010-08-11T21:36:00.002+01:00

Rex, Rachel and I decided it was time to see what all the fuss was about concerning this whole Toy Story 3 palaver. So we accidentally ate two platters the size of Jupiter between the both of us, with Rex and I having a beer followed by half a bottle of wine each. We then swoozed over to the cinema, which has mysteriously turned into a Cineworld and seemed to have declined in efficiency and the staff increased in stupidity. Though do, however, provide a membership card where for 13.99 a month you get unlimited movies. Which, now I think of it, we should of used, as with Orange Wednesday, two tickets were 13 quid or to see Toy Story 3 in all it's Three Dimensional glory.

The film? Pretty good, I don't think it lived up to the hype, but then I was never a huge fan of the Toy Story compared to other Pixar films. Just not quite as funny, though I do admit to welling up a tad at the end. I think the best parts were with the small girl, and her toys (which had better personalities for a comical affair). Needless to say, we probably had half a bottle of wine too much alcohol for such an occasion. Still good times.

Shrug me off your shoulder

2010-08-10T23:43:00.001+01:00

Rather than contemplate the irreparable damage done to various livers I may possess, I decided to meet up with the Katies for one last send off. After wandering in a lost manner around Oxford St, we tried to aim towards Angel, but ran out of energy so fell into a little pub near Russell Square, where we had a few recovery pints and crisps. Before long we found ourselves near the Holborn Bar One, so we got a drink and some food. The Fish and Chips I got were of suspicious construction, i.e. cylindrical in nature. Still very nice.

Soon sensibleness kicked in and we decided to all retire to our abodes early-ish, which made a change, and maybe I got some better sleep.

The less said the more read

2010-08-09T23:13:00.000+01:00

As one would imagine, it's best that we never talk about yesterday, or perhaps today. As I think every part of me is broken, and stuffed with food/beer.

Today I am eating mostly soup in desperation.

Close your eyes, just settle.....

2010-08-07T22:57:00.001+01:00

Because my emo self-harming for myself and all my organs has peaked at the age of 25, it seemed best to wake up early on the Saturday morning after such a Lexingtonian night and head to a beer festival (though for once I changed clothes). Bust out with Rex, and appeared moderately on time near Earls Court where there was a whole gaggle of people waiting for us. Or at least there should of been, but most people fail at getting places on time, so we got our tickets from Jon and waited for the rabble of people to come into existence.

Festival was good, but it was no beer and jazz festival, although there might at one stage have been way more beer, as it was the last day, over 50% of the beer was already sold out, and nearing end only the big brewers really had stuff left, and who cares about Fullers when you're out a huge ale festival? I was feeling pretty shoddy still from about 2 weeks of constant drinking, though obviously this didn't really stop me and I got to eat loads of awesome food, including a large bratwurst. And Shing and I bought FAR TOO MANY olives, and especially too many chilli garlic thingys. There was also a tombola and some crazy pub style games on offer and many a person in stupid costumes. A lack of seating space meant we sat on the floor quite a lot. Though every time someone dropped a pint, a Mexican wave style roar rumbled throughout the exhibition hall. Pretty cool. By around 6.30 things were shutting down and we were pretty sick of ale, so a bunch of us went to a pub to get some nice old Lager, which was much appreciated by the Tom.

Shing took us to a pub with a cool front, and I got some also cheesy bacon wedges, or something, and we played a bit of pool. Before we knew it, it was around 10pm, so we headed to Charing Cross, bust out one more pint, by which time there was just Shing, Jon, Adam, and myself, though Adam then fell off into the mystical black hole which is Guildford. So the obvious solution to most of our problems was to head to Urban Bar, where we wanted to check out if their new sign that Shing saw of "now open later" was true. It wasn't, as apparently that sign has been there for 2 years or so. Still the man gave us free jukebox plays, and we had some beer. Which is also good. Though then we had to take the 25 home. Sad Times.

Meet you in the Lexington Sir FrontleBottom?

2010-08-06T22:26:00.000+01:00

As with most things in my life, escalation is the normal state of affairs one can expect when out with me. Meeting up with the Katies after work, I sauntered along from the office up to Exmouth market, and burst through their front door, except I was there before they were. Needless to say we chillaxed on the balcony, overlooking St Paul's, drinking some cold beer. Soon we'd drunk the place dry (all 4 beers worth), so we ventured out into the bleak London night, and fell into a weird pub along the 'market' which offered an interesting range of beer, and some weird furniture. It sort of just felt like a room with tables and chairs in, but was somehow trendier. Very wooden and Red Katie thought it was a lot like a skiing chalet, but I suspect that might have been the painting/photo of a huge snowie mountain range.

After a number of beers and the such like, it was around 10.30 or so, we tried to go into the Caribbean place at the end of the street, which appeared to still be open but everyone was very candid about what was going on and the price of entry. We eventually gathered it was open mic night in the basement, but apparently only one person in the entire place knew the entry cost, so we went down to ask her, however, we soon realised that we would really NOT fit in, and I think we were given a higher price of £10 because of it. Obviously we ran out and began to walk back towards the flat, but powered through more towards Angel. With skills unknown to the average human being I suggested the magical powers of the Lexington, which has supplied a number of fun occasions. So on entering, we managed to steal a table, and bust out some drinking. Red KT managed to get some dude to buy a round for us because he was interested in her booty, and soon it become the sort of time one would begin boogieing.

In a advantageous twist, apparently upstairs (or downstairs, I can't remember the altitude change) of the Lexington is a dance floor and bar, and once more Katie did some girl magic to get us in for free, where we had some more interesting beverages, before Sympo discovered some guys face, who was apparently an appalling kissing, on turning around to escape his wandering tongue she saw two people (and only two) dancing on the dance-floor, like absolute maniacs.

That would be Red KT and I. Far too excellent for any single person to comprehend, but I invented some form of penguin kangaroo dance hybrid that blew everyone away, and was so excellent I should have won a Nobel Peace for dancing excellence. However, I just had to be happy with the incredible fun that it was, eventually we gave up on the dance floor, as we didn't really know most of the music and no one else was dancing/they were too scared to approach us. As we were going to exit, we accidentally got another beer, and chilled on a table, while cooling down. We then wandered through the rain, with just 1 umbrella, but I mainly commandeered this, with manly prowess and a brutal chivalry. Sensibly, we visited the PFC, which we had already established served awful food, and managed to cause a vast and noisy ruckus in there. It was a valid ruckus though, seeing as they had a vast array of chicken available, but they would only serve the Chicken Burger Meal Number One. Though a nice man had one there, and said it was very nice. On returning to the apartment, we confirmed it was very nice, though I doubt my heart was too happy the following morning. But that's not for telling here! HAHAHA. shut up.

Beside myself I start to think....

2010-08-05T21:54:00.000+01:00

Finally the day of the company's crazy secret away day was upon us, to reward us all for the stunning work we pulled off over the world cup. Especially the parts where everything didn't work, because we're cool like that. At roughly 2pm, we were all coached out to a field some way into the English country side where we were broken up into 4 teams of 12 people, and took turns on four activities, all the time trying to earn some form of monopoly style money:

Powerturns: it's a two person buggy each person has one forward back stick and controls a different engine (which controls a different wheel) so steering involves collaboration, except you have helmets on, and a deafening noise of engines creating a problematic vehicle to navigate through gates and round roundabouts. Was awesome fun and we got some cool power slides going, after we discovered the tactic of flooring one engine and breaking the other. Classic.
Laser Clay Pigeon Shooting: which was a bit meh, basically clays with reflective parts are flung upwards (towards the sun), and you shoot them with decommissioned rifles that now have little laser shootie things. Annoyingly the company director hit just about every single one, though I came joint second in our team, cos I am fly and all that jazz.
Honda Pilots: cool buggies that feel a bit precarious, and you just race round track, (timed). Ian got it on 2 wheels for like half a lap, and was told off, and I didn't use the break, until we were called on, which was also problematic as I had to find it very quickly before ploughing into the back of Sam's buggy. Our team ended up getting 6 of the top 8 times, cos we had no due care or attention. And most of the EM team were still drunk from the night before.
Rage Buggies: which are bigger and faster than the pilots, with a wider wheel base so much less precarious, and therefore REALLY power round every corner, with just a bit of power slide. Fun but the track needed a few more dangerous sections, though the floor was pretty ripped up by the time we went round.

After all of this excitement we went to a posh gourmet restaurant, which was buffet style, but amazing food. Like a sushi counter, and hot wok counter and roast counter. I had like a million chozio things, and olives etc. And apparently they could magic any drink you liked from thin air, excellent. By the end I was so full up I was unsure I'd survive the drive home. Then on the coach one of the directors came on, and had apparently just walked into the kitchen and demanded 2 crates of beer, which he then shared through out the coach.

Fucking Awesome.

fist fights versus fences in your backyard

2010-08-04T22:39:00.000+01:00

In an ever increasingly zealous project by my company to destroy all sleep and liver functionality I may possess, my dev team had an away day in the Hospital Club, much to my delight. Not only did we get a surprisingly awesome meeting with out directors, but they paid for our drinks the rest of the night, which resulted in everyone getting rather drunk. It was probably the beer that did it. Unfortunately, I missed the last tube home, after watching my team lead attempt to sprint from Holborn to Waterloo in 15 minutes to get the last train. Luckily, I bought a kebab from the shop next to Burger King on Kingsway, which at the time may have tasted good, halfway through I decided it belonged in the bin more than in my stomach.

Then I had to survive the 25 journey to Stratford with no phone battery, and a swinging brain stem. Not great. That’ll learn me.

Probably.

Bet every dime, I'm a loose time

2010-08-03T21:21:00.000+01:00

To avoid the practical complexities of being sensible, Rex and I met up in the Roadhouse after work to make sure their cocktail happy hour still worked. Needless to say it certainly did, even when DJ appeared from no where (although he did initially find himself in the PorterHouse). As we were very sensible and responsible we only ended up having 4 or so cocktails each, and then chose a healthy alternative to a home-cooked meal.

We had KFC.

I need a saviour…

2010-08-02T20:36:00.000+01:00

Rather than fight any sort of stereotype I may have developed around alcohol, it seemed clever to continue my run of drunken nights by meeting up with the Katies and their friend Chris, in the loveliest of London locations – Angel. Mainly as a celebration of Sympo’s good news on the job front, we bust out some drinking action at the Keston Lodge, which claimed to offer free hugs, but none were forthcoming from the staff. Though I, quite Britishly, didn’t actually specifically ask for any. The others had obviously had a bit of a head start, though I restrained any crazy drinking shenanigans and we jovially chatted over some beer. As none of them had work for the next week or so, they decided on a pretty excellently spontaneous plan to go camping for 2 nights, the next day, going as far as drunkenly reserving tent space and calling up young Alex to try and organise a meet up. He sounded more ill than alive, but handled a bunch of drunkos calling him quite well.

After a large dollop of indecisiveness we smoothly glided into a nearby Thai restaurant, where I had an excellent Phad Thai, as well as a number of Singhas before sliding back to the Keston Lodge again, where we played some game that I did surprisingly well at. No idea what it was called, involved cards, and trying to get 4 of a kind and … maybe have been called Pig. Blam.

Then I was vastly too lazy to go home so crashed round Katie’s awesome flat, which did unfortunately mean I had to go to work the next day in the same clothes I wore today. But that’s how we all roll.

Summer Series: Southenders

2010-07-11T10:56:00.002+01:00

Rising in a late fashion, we decided to take the beautifully scenic walk to West Ham station, where dreams are made and stars are forged in the kiln's of yester year. While we stepped over drug fuelled stab victims. Hopped on the wondrously air-conditioned C2C train towards Southend, that due to Rex's unfortunate body heat system, nearly put him into cyro-status, but prevented my over-working internal heater from boiling my soul.

On arrival in the sea side resort of SouthEnd, we discovered our intrepid companions had succeeded in making in approximately 10 metres from the train station before falling into the nearest wetherspoons. Obviously with no objections from me. Had a cheeky little half pint before making our way down the front, where we dillied and we dallied for a bit, before busting out some series fish and chip action. Though no one actually got any fish, it was a bit scorchio, but I got cheesy chips, which had around 1kg of cheese on it, absolute perfection. Finished them off while chillaxing on the beach and play "spot the topless guy without a tattoo", where everyone's a loser.

Next it was time for some Adventure Golf, which is like mini/crazy golf, but a bit more extreme, and better production values. For instance, there were crashed planes, abandoned jeeps (not stratford style), and caves etc, all in either an Aztec or Incan theme. We split into small groups and I performed pretty shoddily, with Sean kinda destroying me, luckily Snazzy being also has confused as me. By this time, I think everyone was starting to develop a mild heat stroke from the unrepentant ball of flames and awesome in the sky. To solve this we stocked up on ice creams, and I ate a Mr Wippy style 99 which was nearly the size of my head. We nearly made it down the pier before realising we had to pay to just walk down it, AND it was a mile long, without much on it.

Onward to Adventure Island, the sprawling theme park, with Pirate Ship, on the sea front. Pretty expensive, but we just wandered around, avoiding the AdventureLand style scam games. Kin and Pete did some extreme rock climbing which we filmed and was timed, though spent a decent portion of it falling gracefully. Especially Pete. Needless to say, we needed some form of drink, so we walked back towards the station and fell into the Varsity. Shing and I shared a FishBowl, which avid readers would instantly identify as a bad idea if one wanted to avoid any heavy gravitational events occurring to Shing. Soon people were talking of heading back, and as Rex and I had to wake up bright and breezie in the morrow, we decided to head back home, where I probably did something of amazing laziness. Good day!

Last night a DJ saved my life

2010-07-08T23:34:00.002+01:00

Classically following the same mistake as many a school night, we decided it would be clever to go out drinking on a Thursday, though for a good cause, DJ and Matt's 5 month Anniversary. Sliding out of work on time, Rex and I made an executive decision to go the Sussex arms for a nice cold beer, or at least I did. Soon Anthony, DJ and Phil turned up, and we all ended up nicely tipsy in the sun watching all the crazy kids walk by. Definitely one of the nicest junctions to watch the world go by on in London.

We then bombed along to Freedom, where we met up with Matt's and his friends, and got Shing to find us by solely using Latitude, which is pretty dope. Nothing too crazy happened, we merrily drank, managed to get a Tuna Baguette from a tiny corner food dispensary, and continue. Rex departed around 11, with Shing and I leaving about 30 minutes later but skilling across to China Town. Nothing beats mixed meat noodles at midnight. Except not doing that on school night because I felt like a blimp the next morning.

It's all business right now.

Battling through Bracknall

2010-07-04T23:28:00.000+01:00

Waking up at some ludicrous time in the morning, especially for a Sunday, Rex and I bumbled to the station to fight our way to Waterloo, which took far less time than anticipated, even with the jubilee b0rked once more. So we picked up some sneaky lunch from the food merchants at the station, specifically a cheese and ham panini for the Tommeister. We then lept on our chosen train and were whisked off to sunny Guildford where Adam picked us up in my sexy sexy car, which isn't my car any more :( but doesn't cost me money any more :D, and we were transported to the wonders of Bracknall.

There we found Colin playing with is Bike and soon Dan, Tracey and Laura materialised, so us lads got our bike hire on. Then followed 2 hours of extremely, hilarious and wikked off-roading around the Bracknall forest. Most of the time was spent with either Dan or I (who ever was behind the other) cracking up until we couldn't move anymore from sheer laughter paralysis. Dan fell off twice, once hilariously while we were basically just cycling through vegetation, and holly bushes, then suddenly realise there was a swamp about 5 metres in front. Took us all about 10 minutes to refind the path, and Dan unfortunately managed to puncture his tire, though we found this out close to the bike hire. Great times, then we all headed off to a mystery pub that Ad told us about, but didn't exist in our plain of existence, or at least where google maps said. Instead we went to a really nice Beefeater grill, where after umming and arring I got a huge mix grill which was both excellent and awesome in equal amounts. Colin had to scooch off to Swindon so he could drive to Milton Keynes and snow board, the crazy fucker.

Our next port of call was a random piece of grass that Google Maps correctly found, where we kicked around a ball for a while while the sky clouded up a bit and the wind picked up. Once more leaving Rex in some form of cyro-status. After everyone had taken turns in wearing me out, we split company with D&T and I drank about 3 litres of various liquids to stem severe dehydration, we headed back to Guildford. Where we participated in a mini pub crawl to the train station with Ad, including a stop at Frankie and Bennies where I mysteriously chose to have a Bloody Mary, which I didn't totally regret, but still feel a bit confused as to whether I like them or not. We may never find out.

We also stopped off at my favourite pub in Bristol, Doggens or something, where it's cool, they have a great range of beer, people seem nice, furniture is topsy turvy and there's great decor. Plus food is nice. It's got an Angel feel to it ;)

Evening ended with a rather late return to Stratford but we had a great day, and felt good to do some exercise for once. Cos that's how we roll.

Wilton's Music Hall

2010-07-02T23:30:00.001+01:00

Finished off Live Support at work, and we got to go to the Coal Hole for lunch, where I had an appalling excuse of a "pie platter", basically 3 mince pie size excuses for meat pies and a tiny cornish pasty, all on a wooden board, with a small jug of gravy that seemed uncouth to pour all over this board. I did anyway, and narrowly avoided drowning in a tsunami of bisto, which on the scale of things is probably at the "least bad" tsunamis to be obliterated by.

Following all of this, a various attempts at work, which often led me down a path of breaking things more than they already were, I met Shing and Rex after work in the Minieries to grab some food and watch a bit of tennis before the night's conclusionary event. A pitcher of long island ice tea for me and one of sangria for Shing later, and we were ready to hit the road to Wilton's Music Hall, the oldest music hall in the world. Apparently. After years of being a warehouse and then falling derelict there has been a campaign for quite a while to try and save it/restore it. Currently there is a small bar which I think is open most nights, and sometimes there are events in the actual hall. Today we'd come to the Cinema Club which promised to films, and many a laugh, which did in actual fact, come from many an unlikely occurance.

Bust out some staropramen action, and we sat down on the balcony overlooking the grand old hall, with prime seats to see the film. The first film was an old school BBC documentry about the construction of Crystal Palace's TV Tower (not Alexandria Palace as some knobber tried to correct the lovely announcer), doesn't sound exciting, but it was actually really interesting and the narrators over the top BBC received accent, as well as some dubious dubbing, was hilarious. During the watching of this little dodiddy, shing began radiating more heat than a nuclear reactor in the Sahara, and going a bit dolally as well. Realising she may need to throw up, she made her way down stairs and began walking across the hall to the bar area. Unfortunately, out of sight, we did not see the following dizzy swaying and eventual collapse onto the hall floor, in a flurry of hilarity. Unsurprisingly, Shing now wears her grazes with pride, and the staff at Wilton's now know Shing.

After I refuelled my beer stock, the second film was an old black and white movie set in the ruins of the actual Crystal Palace, with some crazy comical plot, slightly carry on in humour, but all a bit mad and drug induced. Was funny though. Afterwards I tinkled on the ivories of one of the many pianos they had there, I managed perhaps 7 notes of a song I once played for Grade 1. Diabolical. Then we staggered back, where I may or may not have eaten something. Probably not. Good times and a great hall.

Eye Twitch Water: Twitching muscle has become stronger.

Sup

2010-04-06T01:55:00.002+01:00

Yo, so I've got insomnia and just realised I've forgotten to feed you guys for an excessive amount of time. Get ready for a possible taste/word explosion on here, hopefully, very soon. I'd like to go back to decent blogging, just so that I remember my irrelevant yet altogether egotistical type in London as a "Young Professional™". Is it good or worrying that I have now memorised the alt code for the trademark symbol because I use it so much?

My main thrust is that my twitter count has just hit 2000, but it's such a "in the moment" thing, or transitive as some people might say, that it's pretty pointless unless you know about 20 real life friends who regularly use it to prattle on about random incidents, in a manner such as yourself. For instance today I managed to basically punch an old lady in the head in the Royal Albert Hall. Without this blogpost that fact would be lost in the ether of tweetdom, and so the evidence for my undoubted prosecution.

I am also in the phase of wondering if it's worth joining the vlogosphere. But I'm lazy, scared to show my face, and I also talk like a reanimated chimp corpse, none of which is too appealing for anyone to watch, let alone me to record. Unless I'm providing the voice over for one special little doggy. Enough with this anyway, it's 2am and I need to attempt to sleep via my technique of looking into my eyelids until I can make out images, which is like my backdoor to dreamland. It works surprisingly often, in the same way that I blog surprisingly often....

P.S. the old woman was fine.... until Adam threw up on her.

P.P.S I'm on my netbook and there is no way I can be bothered to bold up random words using a touchpad.

Vacating on bank time

2010-04-05T22:59:00.001+01:00

Faffed for the majority of the day, doing what I do, then slammed into town to meet ad at South Ken for an Albert Hall based spectacular thanks to Opeth. Grabbed a healthy dinner from the evil brunt of Starbucks while watching the people swan by and waiting for ad. Once he exploded onto the scene, we navigated through all the metal heads to find the venue, me looking like an out of place skater kid and Ad a townie. No matter, we cut it surprisingly fine due to a mis read ticket, so we basically got a DC and sat in our seats. Damn also view, although near the very top we were right in the middle, even if the seats are remarkably cramped in the RAH.

overall the gig was very big, if not a bit too much opeth, they basically played for 4 hours with a 15 min break in the middle. And although I liked all their songs that go twangle twing dowahwahwoo, even ad agreed these were minority to screamy songs. Still was very good and I enjoy the RAH. got home a bit late because that's the way the cookie crumbles:

Humourous anecdote: first half opeth didn't say a word, apart from once saying "shhhhh". In the second half he got pretty chatty, before one song he said this little snippet "we're gonna play this one just because we're in the RAH, it's a fast one... it's kinda shit"

You Know What Time It Isn't

2010-04-04T20:18:00.001+01:00

A small sleep in to allow a little recovery time, but when you go to bed at 4.30, 10.30 isn't that late of a lie in. Eventually stu and I burst forth into the void to wander around for 15 minutes waiting for everything to open. Unfortunately when we did choose, we decided on the goose, which although turned out to be pretty terrible. Except for my cheese and Bacon smothered/drowned wedges. Yummy. My heart hurts a bit. I then bid farewell to the stu and went home to die, and have a nice afternoon sleep, which helped a bit. I was naughty and ordered a large dominos meltdown revenge, garlic pizza bread and chicken kickers.... my god that was the hottest damn pizza ever, Rex was taken out by a bite of it. It was moderately alright, but just hellfire in ze mouth. Obviously the only way to get over it was to play High School Musical Dance! On the 360 until the early hours. Good fun, even if the back pad is so hard to consistently hit, but at least troy is a dreamboat even in computer generated form. We played through all 29 songs on medium difficulty before the night was out.

Saturday In The Face, Loving Mace

2010-04-03T23:16:00.000+01:00

Today I was exceptionally recovered, just in time to faff the day away, have a few quick yet confusing games of fifa, before meeting Stu up Euston. Where we won repeatedly at finding alcohol. Checked out Mabel's Tavern for a brew and a New York chicken mouth explosion. Then crawled (or limped in the case of stu) towards Angel, stopping in at drinking establishments such as the Euston Flyer, that weird place that had a DJ playing American country songs last time we went there, a pub that was entirely empty and showing the boxing, followed by the Angelic.

At this point I formulated a plan which had us end up in Liverpool St with a desire to go to urban bar. I initially attempted to make Stu walk there but magically we were presented with a lone bus stop in a back street, which served just one bus, and it happened to go straight outside Urban Bar. There was even shelter from the rain. On arrival we beered up, shing arrived, we popcorned up, bust some tunes on the juke box, broke it, got free tunes, was then harrassed while selecting them by some crazy world withered woman, before running back to our table. Stu died from salt intake via pop corn. At around 2.30 we formulated a plan of buying Budgin's pizza and watching the new Doctor Who. Which I thought was really good, perhaps just for the little red lovely in it. The other two had very little opinion on it as they basically slept through a lot of it, with some surprising open-eyed snoring by Shing. Unbeknownst to us, the pizzas had around 92% of our sodium allowance for the day.

Friday's Folies

2010-04-02T23:42:00.000+01:00

Magnificently still felt a bit off today, but soldiered on and bust out some Kick Ass film watching with Chez Star, Ad and Greg. Very good film, exactly what was required, even if there were some cringeworthy parts. "What are the Stratford cinema frequenting public like" you ask? "A bit special", I reply. Afterwards we bust up the King Eddies for a scrumptious meal of fish and chips, and a few bevvys before retiring for the evening. Though not after shing and I watched The Hangover. Also a very good film, I thoroughly recommend it, even if the person you watch it with keeps falling asleep!

Thursday Troubles

2010-04-01T08:39:00.001+01:00

Felt like absolute hell/still impractically drunk and with the added disadvantage of still having to go to work. Had an informal quartely review, luckily located in Costa, unfortunately, although it was really good and I jabbered away well, the americano I had trebled the pain I was in, and my need to vomit. Oh, I did that last night as well. Needless to say I couldn't face the wrap I got for breakfast, but still, for some reason, thought I could take a huge roast and a beer at lunch... well I survived but I looked astronomically bad, as everyone kept pointing out, much to my disallusionment. To make matters worse I somehow got roped into explaining our most complicated story at demos to the whole company *shakes fist*. In the evening I had to die as opposed to go to Andy and Lucy's; felt pretty guilty about that one as it was self inflicted. Played some xbox with an ill Danu and then collapsed asleep.

Calling the allies

2010-03-31T23:37:00.001+01:00

Although preplanned, I didn't expect or particularly want the resulting carnage of a night out with work, even if it was a blast. After a mediocre day at work where I spent the whole time fixing builds, we hit up the walkie to watch the Arsenal match in celebration of birthdays and a leaving (one that I didn't cause!). And what a screamer of a match it was! Arsenal being totally dominated by a superior side, somehow coming back from 2-0 down, thanks to a sprightly walcott, Henry receiving a grand reception and Fabregas equalising while breaking his leg with the match saving shot! Whole evening was interspersed with plenty of beer and peppered with sambuca shots. Oh, I also had a damn tasty ashes burger. After the match we retired to the classic local and I drove my memories out of my head with a wonderful elixer... though did manage to get the last tube home

Greatest Hex Hack Ever

2009-10-27T23:44:00.002Z

Finally, all of us who have multi-monitors can run flash videos in full screen on one monitor and continue to do things on the other with this cunning hex hack(youtube video). I recommend using a hex editor such as FRHED.

I am mega happy with that. No updating for flash for me though. Boom.

Welcome to the industrial revolution

2009-10-26T21:36:00.002Z

Well as all good addicts with short attention spans would do, I have deleted farmville from my facebook, for a number of reasons, but mainly because its "save" mechanism often seems to forget the saving part. So after spending far too long making my farm look pretty rather than practical, and on learning that I lost all of that already wasted time, so in theory it was wasted-time

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or something, I questioned why I was even playing it. Then I stopped. Now I'm happy. Apart from the recent plate punching incident, that was uncalled for, except for the racial slurs that the plate was ejaculating all over the kitchen.

I do hate having to clean the house, I'll be the first in line when they finally bring out those retro steam-punk robots from the 70's that have concertina arms, and feather dusters. Cone boobs as well, no doubt causing the initial uprising of our steam powered skynet overlords.

Snippets: I'm so used to spotify now, I failed to find the volume on itunes initially. SNIP. Walking home form work when it's dark is suprisingly exciting, a mix of christmas and the general electricity of the night. SNIP. Geocities which shut down today, was bought by yahoo in 1999 for $3.57 billion... SNIP. Apparently the moon is a series of tubes. SNIP. The Stratford Rex is still sometimes used as a gig venue, Lil Wayne in fact was bottled there in '08. SNIP.

Good ole Link Dump:

Zorbing

2009-10-25T23:51:00.002Z

In a random twist of unrelated events, I had at some point managed to organise the cashing in of my HydroPod voucher I got from Chez Star for my birthday. By hydropod they confusingly actually mean zorbing. Young Trev was my accomplis in such a daring and randical manouvere, and after some subtle GPS movement we arrived successfully in Warlingham. I think.

After some swift forest trekking, we got to go within 5 minutes of arriving even though we were 35 minutes early. I was told, mistakenly by Rex, that the water inside was probably nice and warm, so on being told to just dive in to the pod (through the anus like hole), I found myself face first in freezing cold water. Much to my ~~delight~~ ~~sensualisation~~ dismay. No matter. Trev soon joined and ended up sitting in most of the water for a good minute, with classic and humourous reaction. Suddenly it was all go, and we began to swoop backwards and forwards, in slightly random directions, linked cunningly with our arms. As we picked up speed, and our laughter made the air viscious with delight, we managed to not only end up in reverse, but we also did a complete 360 over the roof of the pod, dis-linked, resulting in Trev inserting himself in my left kidney, and I was left carefully placed with my head under the 10 inches of cold water. Which lacked breathable oxygen. Then after some more limb based collisions, we landed smack bang in a big pool of water.

After gasping some air based nectar, I decided it was extremely awesome. On changing in the tent/Gazebo that only had 3 sides to it, I was so excited I 'accidently' dropped my fiji themed town for everyone to see my white pasty bottom, and for Trev to look on despair. Hopefully awe. Probably just despair.

To celebrate the fact that I survived one more extreme based activity with only minor organ damage, and irreputable nerve damage, we found a nice carvery with exquisite roast pototoes, gravy and strange shiny high heels scattered through out it. Trev also tossed his yorkshire pud viciously and with no repent on the floor. I laughed. He was sad and wouldn't eat it.

This evening I mainly moped about, shocked and the size of my belly, and the annoyance of pulling stomach muscles through the act of vomitting. Don't drink kids. Or alcohol. Also don't get a job. And remember to change your clocks back if you haven't already.

Accidental drinking

2009-04-10T22:03:00.000+01:00

So we decided to go drinking with Dan before we jetted off to Morocco (who knows when I’ll put those updates on here!!), however, we moseyed around a few pubs and ended up in the Pitcher and Piano, where Jon, Pete, Ting and Issy turned up, Dan got some insane hiccups, and had to go home, and we drank our faces in the dirty dirty ground. Slight fail on our part. Especially for flight tomorrow. Ah well. Photos:

Well this is stupid

2009-04-08T00:16:00.002+01:00

I'm so behind, such a waste of this blog that I nearly kept up-to-date against most odds and spates of emoness. I'm not sure how I never have the time, it's not like I achieve anything of worth, apart from tweet repeatedly dull excerpts of my life. I've got some notes for this blog, but they stretch back to January, which is a whole lifetime away. Slowly everything I do slips away from me and my memories without this dump. Possibly stems the tide of emo that builds up with the ponderment that is required to write the prose this poor abandoned page begs for. Soon I'll be jetting off to morocco, with my journal and a pen, writing down thoughts that I kid myself will make it up on here. I haven't even finished wanderingtectonics because I can't read the awful cave man scrawl I wrote when I was in Japan.

Perhaps if I woke at 7 each morning I could catch up my blog, then extrapolate my awakeness into some form of gym. Or hope. Or Love.

I blame the Dum Dums.

I caught me a whisper now dance in my hand…

2009-04-06T23:46:00.000+01:00

Monday night gig night!!!!! This week: Hundred Reasons.

Finished my story excellently at work, with skill and blatant lack of knowledge that someone will no doubt find out about in a few months. No one need to know for now. Anyway, Rex and I stormed into the local Bierodrome to sample their wares, mainly involve Chicken Ginger Chiller and Frites, for the price of the time, which was about £5.50, pretty awesome, and we had a slightly overpriced (face) palm beer. Which was the beer of the month or something, quite a ‘Distinctive’ flavour, but I agreed with it wholeheartedly.

Then we perambulated to Angel, which is perfection within a perfect city. Man I love Angel, and we had a nice chilled drink in the Angelic Pub, which had toilets with ‘Character’. Venue was just across the street, unfortunately the support acts were a bit poop, but Hundred Reasons were very good, apart from the penultimate song. In conclusion we had 5 beers(TUBORG MOTHERHUBBARDS!) and ended up quite tired.

Gigging is fantastic.

Cory’s Weekend

2009-04-05T21:43:00.000+01:00

Great weather this weekend, what with the hea venly blue skies, and caressing sun rays. Cory came down from lofty ole Bristol on Friday, and we met her somewhere, possible Victoria, or Waterloo, I rarely remember such facts, especially as I am writing this in the far distant future *waves hands in a fruitless fashion, what with the lack of vegetation*. Anyway, I suspect we migrated to Leicester Square, where we grabbed a drink or two in the Moon Under Water, which was pretty rammed, as always. Finished off the evening with a curry that Cory was gagging for, and we did well to avoid any for of discount curry place. Though it was a bit odd, as we were the only clientele in there, apart from the two police officers that came in later. I like curry though, so all was okay.

Upon the Saturday Cory began her micro-sized Tefl course for when she runs away to China for a year or more if she gets addicted to the Kung Pow and Terracotta Warriors. Which is likely. And Xi’an has a nice Starbucks… as Starbucks go. Rather than sitting around screwing screws in a piece of chip board, rex and I decided we should go increase our knowledge-verse, and frequent the Darwin Exhibition, to laugh in the face of Creationists. Unfortunately we couldn't get in, God dammit so went across to the Science Musuem to peruse their exhibitions, there was a cool Wallace and Gromit exhibition, but it cost money and what with us having awesome hair, but stingy pockets, we went around the Dan Dare cold war type exhibition. Pretty dope. Then we were hungry, as one does get, and found a Moroccan restaurant near South Kensington tube station, and decided we should sample London’s Morocco before we go to actual Morocco. Turns out it is extremely yummy, especially when it is on a cheap lunch deal involving harira soup and excellent fried fish. i think we wandered around the cool park by the Royal Albert Hall.

In the evening I met up with Shing and BOOOOOOOOOOOON in the Roadhouse, for some awesome 50% off food, and very nice waitress and cheap cheap cocktails. Boon and I shared an awesome meat based platter style dish, and we made love, or I just ate everything, something like that. After some tipsy making cocktails, we met Cory in the Crooked Surgeon, where we gently drank the night away before home time.

On Sunday I fear we just chilled, and then Cory departed after the last day of her Tefl course, which was a grand success. PHOTOS!

Photos?! Yes.

2009-04-03T19:25:00.000+01:00

Brain Thoughts

2009-04-02T22:42:00.000+01:00

I wish there were 2 lunch breaks at work. then I would rule the world with a steely fist and razor sharp pineapples
I sometimes think we should use dead rabbit instead of our build server
throughout the day my computer commits tiny suicides, each time reaching out, closer, to the peaceful tranquillity of silicon heaven
Rex smells, but not as much as the cardboard that has sat outside our overflow pipe for 7 months. It has mushrooms and worms. Yummy!
I'd overflow HER pipe
New Hobby: Swippang vewols
As I wait for the Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride to kick in, I made up the word tweetmo & have decided to live up to its ridiculous hyperbole
"replace all" is a dangerous option for any one, especially bunnies
When I flash my free coffee wallet today, guy was like "Whoa it's the FBI", how we laughed....
Actually I was like "Indeed, I have a few questions, firstly, why does your coffee taste of dead babies?"...
To be honest I actually initially looked confused, then half-heartedly laughed as I thought he'd misprounounced 'VPI'... damn you Zeus
Luckily for my health I did not get stabbed and I didn't become a target for molotov cocktails. I'm trying to keep my drinking down anyway.
If anyone is travelling by tube: http://tinyurl.com/d6ruun
Simplest April Fools ever, sent by email to our office: "Krispy Creams in the Kitchen, Enjoy".
*Head desk* 'bad joke exception'.... jokes here hurt me

Now, you say you’re lonely…

2009-03-27T21:31:00.000Z

I heard from reliable sources that Rex, Shing and I went drinking today. Followed by Surfing on the tube. During which we broke one of the sexy coors light glasses that we pinched from Holborn Spoons. I do believe, if my memory serves me, that some other people may have been there, possibly Jon and Pete. We may have even started at the Bierodrome, or somewhere else of reputable reputation.

Brain Thoughts

2009-03-27T17:09:00.000Z

Today has gone faster than robot jesus on a tricycle. In disappointing news, Ad has bought an iTouchMyselfEveryNight
Apparently trying to get to work earlier takes much longer, and the tube was so busy I ended up bumming a hot indian girl the whole way
I should probably tell someone that the tower dispenser in the toilets is actually a cunningly disguised cattle prod
I now have my Bupa forms. therefore i am, by default, immortal.
I think gmail has been weakened by the rain that is apparently lashing down on it, and is having trouble scrolling in a timely manner
For some reason, the fact our building is having power outages, is breaking our water supply, so we can't flush the toilets
Luckily, to spite me, Karma made me splash boiling hot free coffee in my face. Damn you Zeus
Rofl, our build server has spazzed out beyond all sensible belief. To the ground it shall burn!!!!
lollerskates - Mythbusters shatter windows of a village over a mile away: http://tinyurl.com/d3z9kn
just elbow dropped someone in the head on the tube. classic
Elbow hurts….
mike: "did u just upload a vid called tom and mike's vulva?"
crazy drunk on tube trying to communicate to a baby via the medium of song. baby appears more intelligent than him. possibly me as well.
my hair just tried to take route in my eyeball, u can't live off eye juice fool!
Not sure everyone in the office is as sexually active towards twitter as I am. It likes it fast and witty...

Just to live in a dream…

2009-03-22T22:53:00.000Z

Woke up a little bit worse for wear and wandered onward to explore the lovely city centre, before bumping into Jacq in starbucks where I somehow scammed the smoking hot barrister there for my free coffee before 2pm. She was American I think. Met up with Stu and Kath in Zizzi after chilling in a park for a while, had a jolly nice pizza though was jealous of Kath’s fold over one (Calzone). Went to spoons and started drinking with Stu. Errors. Met up with the others in Oddfellas later one and had lots more drinks, people died, much humour existed, and there was a really hot girl there, unfortunately she had a boyfriend. Curses.

Recovery

2009-03-22T21:04:00.000Z

I think I mostly recovered enough to drive home today, but I also checked out Exeter’s beautiful cathedral green, and noted a local pub ripping off Costa’s logo on their chalk board..

If I were a painter…

2009-03-20T20:44:00.000Z

After kinda drifting through the day, in the evening I drove to Exeter after work with Greg and Shing, not to bad trip to be honest, but just getting out of London was quite traumatic for everyone involved, I really need to sell my car I think. Dropped them off at Junella’s house and hit up the Thistle Hotel, very excellent yet somewhat too posh for me, though I got my room for 40 quid a night or something, and behind the desk they were going for £120. Definitely not worth that much by any stretch of the imagination. Ran and met stu in the Spoons(Impy) for last hour or so of drinking which was cool as it wasn’t busy and I swear the same bar staff are working there still. Afterwards we went back to the hotel, where it turns out I misread a sign and got my car clamped, so I had to pay for that to get unclamped, and then move it into a disabled space where it WAS legal to park in… somehow. Anyway, to drown my sorrows, we went to my hotel’s bar which turned out to have a 24 hour bar.

Excellent.

We drank till some stupid hour like 4am. Good show.

Scream: ‘why why, I can’t understand’

2009-03-18T15:34:00.000Z

Yesterday Rex and I met up with Danu after work in Belgo/Bierodrome for some nice Guinness, as I do believe it was St Patrick’s Day. Following which we went to the Thai restaurant just around the corner from Holborn station. Jolly yummy. Finished up in the Spoons, which had run out of Guinness much to my dismay.

Today however, we went to see Watchmen at the stratford Picturehouse. Before hand we attempted to have Pizza Express, but they didn’t get our food made in time, so we just had to go, they were nice enough to give us our beer for free though. I think we were meant to go back after the film though, whoops. Watchmen was really good, though a bit too much blue wang if you ask me. And you probably will.

Snow Patrol

2009-03-16T15:29:00.000Z

Just saw Snow Patrol, support acts were pretty rubbish, but they were extremely amazing. The applause after Run was sensational, never seen anything like it, and you could tell they were pretty emotionally hit in the face with it. Great atmosphere. Good production and lighting as well. Thoroughly recommend it. I suspect I might be listening to them non stop for a while.

Port Lympne’s Red Panda

2009-03-15T22:12:00.000Z

I’d collapse before you do…

2009-03-15T19:11:00.000Z

Went back to Orpington to see mommy, and show her photos of Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand, at some point I’ll get all the way through all my travel photos. To do that I might have to stop travelling and see mother more.

Today we went to Port Lympne animal park, and went on the awesome African Safari. Very good idea, I’m not really sure how better to describe it than to throw loads of photos at your retinas.

Steampunks in your underwear.

2009-03-13T22:00:00.000Z

I swear the office is some form of New Zealand v Australia face off. It’s like west end story but with boomerangs.

Even greater than that awesome joke, is the fact I managed to get Brand New tickets, which in hindsight was amazing as they sold out in 15 minutes or less, as Joff didn’t managed to get any :( After work, in celebration, I met up with Shing, and we stormed into the Slug and Lettuce for some food and drinkies, before finding a crazy pub called the Pillars of Hercules, where we had a nice crammed pint, and then mooched onto the Porterhouse to see Rex. The Porterhouse is fantastic, brew all their own beer, and looks amazing inside, all brass and slightly steampunk, though not really.

As normal we ended up in KFC on the way home, much to everyone’s rejoice.

It’s the only face I want to see….

2009-03-11T14:58:00.000Z

Yesterday we went and saw We Will Rock You, which was awesome and huge and in my face. Turns out I do like a lot of Queen music, which was lucky really. The lead girl was exceptionally hot as well, so bonus points for her, right in her Union Jack panties….

Today I have mostly been failing to get Brand New tickets, it’s fine though kids, your 1st born children are safe from my Wrath, as it was only the pre-sale, they actually come out on Friday.

Lock ‘em up.

A Brand New Start

2009-03-09T19:58:00.000Z

Really really hate work right now. It’s not a good time to be a Tom, and I think that Curry buffet broke every part of my insides that are required for normal existence on this plain of existence. Curse you Brick Lane. *shakes fist with vigor*

In other fantastic news that has kept me going so I don’t murder everyone, it turns out Brand New are playing London the 27th June. Man I need to get those tickets badly. More badly than Rex’s entrance music. In other news, I did some excellent hacking of ISA to move from shitty shitty Nationwide to much more satisfactory Natwest. Seriously, how is a loyalty Members ISA really offering 0.5% interest, and Natwest normal e-ISA is offering 3.5% with no stupid withdrawing limits?!

Vomit induction

2009-03-08T19:54:00.000Z

Bit bored, so we went to Brick Lane, weather was appalling and we walked all the way down, then back up, and foolishly settled on a curry buffet. Which was totally terrible, and just wanted to go home and forget it all ever happened. Yet I insist on blogging to tell you lovely chaps and chappettes not to go to any buffet places on Brick Lane, stick to the curry houses that try and drag u in with promise of free booze. Do it.

Dignity and More….

2009-03-07T22:49:00.000Z

Went to Boon's for a classic Steamboat - ah the memories of Ad going grey from the one we had in Malaysia. Was very tasty anyway, and we were all jovial and the such like. Afterwards I bust on out into Victoria to meet Katie in a coffee vendor while she was on the way through, had an awesome chat with her. Afterwards I then met up with Rex and we traversed to the Ship Tavern in Holborn, which has a very good rating according to my phone, was pretty good, though extremely tiny. Moved onto the Princess Louise which is very weirdly laid out, with small walled off pockets with lots of doors in between, all around the bar area. They only sell their own brand products as well, which is interesting but pretty cheap, I think work peeps go there a lot. Next on to the Beirodrome which was a bit expensive, but surprisingly close to my work, it’s not very noticeable though. Moved on to Mcdonalds near Charing Cross to recharge our hunger motors, and finally had 1 in Bar Ha Ha before heading home. I apparently forgot to take any photos, so that’ll show everyone what for.

Jagertrain

2009-03-06T22:47:00.000Z

Saw your face, the other day…

2009-03-06T22:36:00.000Z

Met for drinkies after getting insanely high off caffeine and trying to organise people on waterloo bridge, I ended up babbling quite a lot really. I mainly blame taking advantage of the unlimited free coffee I can get from Starbucks by switching between branches. Eventually met up with everyone (Rex, Shing, Boon, Hess and Beth) in the Holborn Pitcher and Piano. The entire evening basically transcended into lunacy focused mainly on the creative catalyst which is the Jager train!

Pretty in urine

2009-03-02T21:59:00.000Z

Pretty pissed off today that I had insomnia last night and failed to once more get up early. Yesterday, we faffed around a lot, went to town to get some waffles, unfortunately no locksmiths were open for me to get a new key. We drove to Dan and Tracey’s so we could discuss Peru and all the cunning plans we have. Found a great Gap Adventure tour, so excited about that opportunity. Also found decent priced flights. Had some meaty dominos pizza and watched some film that was possibly funny and 3D animated but I can’t really remember.

Please quote this whenever you contact us

2009-02-28T15:28:00.000Z

Slight hang over this morning, probably because I moshed all the liquid out of my body. Watched 10 episodes of 24 season 7 with raffle, which turned out to be frickin’ awesome, and so I am now caught up. Jack Bauer is such a legend. Happy lazy day. Then MUSKAAN. Blogged a bit, apparently not enough.

Reel Big Fish

2009-02-27T22:07:00.000Z

Met rex after work, beer’d ourselves up, and proceeded to an AWESOME gig by Reel Big Fish, supported by the excellent Suburban Legends, who had some excellent synchronised brass dancing. Good times. Had drinks in places around Southwark: JagerBombs and builliet bourbon etc. Then went to the bar next to the Kentish Town venue (HMV Forum), went in, met Kirsty and her friend. First time I’ve properly moshed for a while as well, got exceptionally soaked in sweat, but no injured, so win win all round really. Though I did lose my key which was a bit sad, but we got KFC in the end, which was excellent.

Related Tweets:

sweet, rex getting jager bombs for our 2nd drink. we're so hip jesus aint got nuttin on us
that's some dope drinking physics right there. why does my heart hurt?
bourbon: the redisovery. in theatres now. mind the gap
hookers. and sambuca through your eye,
good times kids, good times. reminds of uni gigs where i end up drenched in sweat. sweet
KFC is a good reward for the sweat I have lost. Unfortunately the pit claimed my house key. Error.

Drowning in miniature brain snippets

2009-02-26T15:10:00.000Z

Damn work. Sarah Connor rules. Robots everywhere
On pancake day boon came round and after some crazy coloured pancakes (green), we chatted about morocco for a while, as that is our next destination.
Yesterday, when walking into my work building, I held a door open for 2 guys, they ignored me, opened the other door, and walked through without acknowledging me. I called them a bunch of retards as I scampered up the stairs. Win.
There was also a Zombie riot in streets and I discovered Safari Books Online are very good, as are the Sarah Connor Chronicles.
I'm Famous Mum!:http://tinyurl.com/ake3hs.
Many people were protesting the world service, and/or its reduction, outside the bbc house near Holborn.
Booked Morocco flights for easter and became a gym member(as a sexy couple with rex) ,woo!

Apres la Bristol

2009-02-22T14:04:00.000Z

Pretty tired in the morning, mainly because the sofas that try and kill us in our sleep. Went to tapas place from the first night for a confusingly nice roast, dropped Cory off, then bust on home, not too bad drive, though bit crazy through London, which Rex drove luckily.

On our arrival we all collapsed and watched more Sarah Connor, frickin' awesome if you ask me. Which you did. Just can’t remember.

Bristolia

2009-02-21T13:45:00.000Z

In the morning we walked into town after a long shower routine, and I randomly bumped into Harriet from travelling, which was insanely coincidental, but very cool. We met cory in town, which began our long string of various pubs, first of all a pub for food, followed by the living room which is a really cool looking pub with an amazing toilet that you get to over a glass walkway. Failed numerous times to go out a boat cruise of the river and bristol, mainly due to my owe poor reading of time. Walked through the cool square by the waterfront, then went to something circus, the new shopping centre, and had patisserie, though I think I chose a caffeinated warm drink instead to ease the pain. Went to the Bay Horse for a pint, before returning to centre, Pitcher and Piano, where we refuelled on jugs of cocktails before hitting up a curry restaurant called TIkka flame. Pretty Good. Afterwards we went to a casino, which filled me with soul destruction. Finally went off to ‘Start The Bus’, cool indie type bar place but we knew none of the songs. So got Subway then went home.

swear that was John Connor on the Tube…

2009-02-20T22:20:00.000Z

Came home from another day slaving at those C-sharps, and grabbed MR TASTY before driving to Bristol. Unfortunately, there was a crazy stabbing by Maryland Station, so took 30 min to get back to Ham Park. Fail. Long and tiring drive to Bristol, via some dodgy places such as ilford where we thought we would get stabbed THROUGH the locked car - rex took over part way along m4, and we pulled up by Ad's house after 11. We dumped our stuff, and headed on out to a tapas restaurant for a few beers, before getting back around 1. Slept on awkward couch, that wasn’t designed for someone over 3.5ft to sleep on.

Alkaline Trio

2009-02-16T13:19:00.000Z

Met Joff and Sarah for coffee, before hitting up some Alkaline Trio at KoKo near Cambden. Drank quite a lot of beer. Good times.

Just like that time back in ‘Bush

2009-02-15T17:17:00.000Z

Today was a designated recovery day but also got to Westfield, had awesome Vietnamese for Lunch, though coffee that was regurgitated by weasels was some what meh. We shopped but i didn’t buy anything as normal. Went to La Tasca for they’re all you can eat buffet but the kitchen was shutting in 30 minutes, 1.5 hours before the open hours said it should! *scowl*. Went to the spice buffet instead. Exceptionally EXCEPTIONALLY bad. Pleurgh.

Greenwich

2009-02-14T13:06:00.000Z

Recently I cleaned the world, before watching nearly the entirety of the new terminator series which appears to be most excellent.

Today we were kind of bored so decided the best course of action was to randomly go to London, so we got on the DLR with no real plan, that resulted in us getting to the Cutty Sark, walking along the river, then grabbing a pint in the classic yacht pub. Went to another pub which had a photo of loads of naked people on the road outside. It was very studenty and seemed to be playing the entire Coldplay album, which I appreciated, and also got a bit drunk, so we all decided we wanted it to be our local. Maybe just me.

Shing got some crazy doughnut thing from the nearby market. Went to next pub rather than home as boon forgot his umbrella, which resulted in more beer, followed by a large amount of Noodles. Rolled back home and decided to watch a film. Love Actually, is, as usual, the perfect vehicle of destructive tendencies that plagues my every thought, and so destroys my every hope... Luckily we played a vastly hardcore drinking game. Nice.

Tapas with Dan and Tracey

2009-02-12T22:13:00.000Z

And lots of…

Avenue Q

2009-02-09T12:52:00.000Z

Underground Adventures: Undercover TFL agents are far too obvious and a small Chinese girl fell asleep while standing up on the tube, luckily she fell into me rather than the floor.

In other news Blink 182 are reforming!!!!

And i saw Avenue Q today, which was frickin’ phenomenal on all accounts, totally hilarious, not much I can say except go see it now. Except it’s stopping soon, but I hear it might be back in summer at a different London location, so check it out then.

New Computer

2009-02-08T12:47:00.000Z

As I tweeted: “New computer kills all in its wake. Stand aside 5 year old technology”

Quick specs:

Studio XPS Intel Core i7 Processor 920 (2.66GHz, 8MB cache, 4.8GT/sec)
8192MB (4x1024,2x2048) 1067MHz DDR3 Tri Channel
1TB Serial ATA (7200RPM)
512MB ATI Radeon 4850 Graphics card

Least impressive photo ever…

Shing’s Birthday

2009-02-07T12:19:00.000Z

Yesterday we celebrated Shing’s birthday with the normal presents, totally epic panda cake (courtesy of Rachel), and the obligatory drunken night out. So after work we slammed into Bar One for their excellent £5 menu offer, met up with some peeps and began the drinking onslaught. At some point Rachel ordered enough Tapas for the entire world, for herself, so naturally I had to help, and Shing et Raffle swapped dresses in the toilets for some sexual yet unknown reason. We then progressed on to Zoo bar where Shing had reserved us a table, and we continued the drunken debauchery, moving on to shots of varying death and suspicion, culminating in people dancing around a strippers pole. Smooth. Eventually we got a taxi home and I didn’t throw up on in, bonus points to the Tom.

Today, after a rather spectacular recovery, we realised we had minimal food in all of our refrigeration devices and our cupboards were barer than Miss Hubbard’s, so resorted to Dominos pizza. Yums!

Events I'm going To:

2009-02-05T12:42:00.000Z

Avenue Q, Alkaline trio, Reel Big Fish, Snow Patrol, Exeter, Hundred Reasons, Taking Back Sunday.

Yeah I'm cool.

Although Cajun Squirrel is a surprisingly nice flavour of crisp, Chilli and Chocolate don't quite make the cut. Tfl once more failed to understand how their own signals work, had to take the jubilee home and stew in my own anger.

To top it, apparently delivery people are just as incompetent as tfl, who are just as incompetent as my PC, which is just as incompetent as me. Nearly.

If I was House, I'd all be like

2009-02-04T12:17:00.002Z

[racist comment] [witty remark] [scathing sarcasm] [tenuous link] [genius conclusion] [spiteful truth]

After another day of hellish work I bust on over to 7 dials Rex to somehow find shing a present or two, then had a romantic Italian for a moderately cheap price and some red wine over candlelight. I also performed an experiment to see if a waiter will continually crack pepper over your food indefinitely if you don’t say ‘enough’/’stop’. Turns out that eventually he will stop, but he will be somewhat bemused afterwards.

And I’m spent.

Snow way I’m going to work

2009-02-02T12:07:00.000Z

Lollerskates. Yes. So today snowed. We ‘attempted’ to go to work, but failed drastically, what with the underground being filled with snowmen and happiness, we couldn’t go anywhere. So we grabbed a coffee, and returned home, to bond with Ria (our neighbour) over clearing our cars and acting like idiots. We then showed her around our house, with a coffee, and we saw her house. Her house is equal to awesome, really homely, I think we need more stuff on our walls etc. And more interesting carpets. I probably need less skanky curtains as well. I think only photos can truely justify the day:

In the Morning, as the sun is dawning,

2009-02-01T20:57:00.000Z

My vomit is spawning, all over your awning….

Or I’m going down the Fox for a tasty tasty roast, in your face, instead of mace, blap blap blap etc. Followed by the clean up…

White Rabbits mofos.

Good vs Evil

2009-01-31T22:53:00.000Z

Today was the much anticipated joint party of Rex, Hess and Shing, and as normal we attempted to scare people off with an elaborate theme for dressing up. I will subtly now copy the facebook group information in the name of art:

During the night, you must find your NEMESIS and JUXTA-your-POSITION in the game by EVIDENCING your achievements by form of [NAKED] PHOTOGRAPHY! Penalties of SHOTS and sorts will be involved.

Luckily this didn’t happen, or I just don’t remember it happening really because I drank a beer or two… Rex, Shing and I went to Camden in the morning to finish off our costumes, not that successfully, but I did find a necklace with some form of cross on, and we got to have coffee AND Paella. Man I love Paella, don’t you? Saffron baby, it’s where it’s at.

After our successful return we began decoration of our house, though tbh it was mainly raffle and shing, green lighting and foliage made our kitchen a perfect Garden of Eden, with the dining room and the living room being Heaven and Hell respectively, via placement of various clouds, and red based products + lighting.

People started to arrive, and I was surprisingly impressed at the eclectic mix of costumes, from Angels, Messiahs and Devils to Lara Croft, The Riddler and Tron, I think most bases were covered including vast amounts of alcohol. I would like to recount vastly humourous memories from the party but unfortunately I was fuzzed out by the drugs in my vein. I think the video below should be able to mostly summarise the evening. Jesus dancing with an ugly sister/hooker. Classic blasphemy.

Don’t hate on me…

2009-01-30T11:36:00.000Z

Well this week was filled of hateful work, which I currently loath with exciting rapidity and wit. During the week I started to feel crapper and crapper until I was too ill today to make it in. Luckily, with a good sleep in and my weight in vitamin C I recovered enough to meet Rex after work for a beer or two near his work, before meeting Boon, Rachel and Shing in Liverpool St to go to Moshi Moshi for sushi. Man sushi is awesome, and the restaurant looks amazing, as these photos prove. Also that we had fun and I’m cool, etc etc. Wham.

Dublin - Monday

2009-01-26T22:18:00.000Z

Felt a bit jank in the morning, and shattered due to the vast quantities of poison our jovialness forced us to consume amongst the underage teeny boppers. Checked out of our lovely hostel after the required faffing and multi showering, then walked to find somewhere for a cooked breakfast without throwing up all over Adam. Saw the adequate Dublin Castle which was oddly blended between old classic castle, modern, and crazy Spanish architecture. We then just flapped around nearby in our slightly tipsy state, playing on a fountain. Went to a cool park near the club, and Dan got shat on by a bird, highly hilarious at the time, especially as I managed to dodge the splash back. We went to chill in the nearby shopping centre and pretended we were 15 again, and we were in Virgin, as opposed to being 23 and fighting liver disease. We're so cool. Grabbed some lunch in the Temple Bar Bar, which turned out to be surprisingly cheap all along, and then headed back to get the bus to the airport and fly successfully home. Very good, if somewhat expensive trip of everyone involved.

Dublin - Sunday

2009-01-25T21:04:00.000Z

Because we’re clever and the such like a few of us got the free breakfast that the hostel offered, which consisted of jam, toast and coffee, but was free, which everyone needs in Dublin. We took ages to leave because of 9 people sharing 1 shower, though the shower itself was pretty good. As opposed to yesterday it was a beautiful day, walked along river, which looked much better in the sun, to the Guinness Factory, past Voodoo pubs, and crazy 'graffiti’.

The Factory itself was very cool, just walking around the grounds to get to the entrance as you are surrounded entirely by huge brick walls. Reminded me of My Left Foot, for some reason. Inside the factory we saw various interesting exhibits, saw how they made Guinness, they faked making a batch from someone hitting a button. It’s amazing how much the Guinness company has done, they used to own HUGE cargo ships to ship Guinness all over the world, I guess now they just hire them or something. There were lots of advertising material as well, including a Guinness art gallery of sorts. We then got to pour our own pint after being shown how to, which ruled and we got to enjoy it on top of their tower, overlooking the grey dull view of Dublin (where it was clouding over already). Still very enjoyable.

We walked back, and went through the town, after more dithering over food, a few of us got a very cheap(for Dublin) Chinese because everywhere is expensive. Met back up at the hostel. Went for dinner at a Crepe house, followed by a nice little game of ring of fire with extremely expensive vodka we got from a Spa. And hess revealed that fucking someone with a nipple like rexes would make him ejaculate faster than if he was fucking the same person without a pierced nipple. Afterwards we went to a pre-booked comedy night in a tiny room up the top of a pub. Surprisingly awesome as the 2nd out of 3 acts was Doogle from Father Ted! Very few people, and they didn't insult anyone. Good stuff. Then we walked out to a club further from town that one of the bar folk told us about, and we partied away. Very good night, crazy drunk humour dancing.

I bought this for your mum…

2009-01-24T21:02:00.000Z

Dublin - Saturday

2009-01-24T20:43:00.000Z

After arriving at some crazy hour at the airport, we bust out some early morning Guinness action, so we could compare the English stuff, with what awaited us in the land of true beer related glory. Flight wasn’t too bad, and we all got seats moderately close together, though I spent some insane amount of money on a tiny can of Pepsi. Possibly £1.80. I fear this trip may be expensive.

After successfully not landing in any rivers we grabbed the cheap bus to town and found our hostel surprisingly easily, deep in the heart of Temple Bar. That’s a place not an actual bar I’ll have you know, cobbled streets for miles. Or at least a few hundred metres. Dumped our bags in our hostel, pretty cool we got a whole 10 bed room to ourselves, though only one shower which may cause difficulties in the morning as our level of faffage is high on the Richter scale. Our first port of call was obviously the Temple Bar, which was indeed an actual pub, though named after the area not the other way. Obviously we all got our first Guinnesses in, extremely nice, though rather similar to what we had in the morning, though vastly more expensive at around £5.50 a pint? Ireland is shockingly expensive, and the exchange rate is worse than Arsenal’s current performance. After christening Dublin, we wandered around the local, past a load of kids all on stilts, and searched for a place to eat lunch. When I say searched I obviously mean we dithered some what, though eventually settled on quite a nice place not too far from the hostel. I got some form of traditional Irish dish, I suspect a stew or a casserole. Dan foolishly had nothing as he wanted to save money and just possibly drink alcohol, so we obviously had some generic Guinness alternative stout, which was just as nice, and nearly as expensive! Rex tells me they also played The Corrs in the restaurant.

After lunch we strolled along the river, which really was quite small and not very spectacular, nothing on the Thames. Though it was a bit grey in general, the sky and the city. Went through town and a shopping precinct, to where we saw a huge spike, that was for some reason, possibly to signify we all survived the Millennium. After which we went over the Butt Bridge (HAW HAW LOLLERSKATES). Tracey and Cory decided to go look at the university while the rest of us aimed for the nearest non stabby looking pub and had an expensive Guinness or two. We played some form of drinking game, that was a lot like arrogance but involved a culminating bet on a coin toss. Good fun, and the pub was really nice. In our ultimate wisdom we decided to go to a Thai restaurant, which had a cheapish deal for Dublin, but was actually expensive, around 20+ quid for a 3 course meal. Following which we went to a few pubs to try and find somewhere with cheaper beer, and I think we found a Guinness alternative for £4, though maybe £4.50. Afterwards I frequented the Spa before returning triumphant, but a bit poorer, to the hostel for a well earned sleep.

I’ll enter YOUR post title

2009-01-23T21:04:00.000Z

After work it seemed apt that Rex and I should frequent the Putch and Judy in Covent Garden and have a frost Fosters in the cold. Then we met up with Shing, after she had some crazy sugar-based cake she had, followed by going to some crazy wine bar just across the Covent (no drinks though, just mild confusion).

In a bid to find food, we failed to discover the location of the Mongolian Buffet, so found a suspicious curry house that was 20% off, right next to another one with an identical offer. Though the other guy was more “up in our grill”.

The Sleeps.

The Prettiest Moment

2009-01-19T23:35:00.000Z

Work sucks, spend most of my time trying to get my dev environment to behave and do what it’s meant to do as no one seems to have set it up correctly, or can. Foolish. I also had to “fix” my xp as it couldn’t update and claimed that I had a pirated copy for some reason.

It doesn’t claim that anymore…

Spital and Dicks

2009-01-18T18:47:00.000Z

Yesterday we met Hess in the Stabford Fox, mm fox. The normal mix of cocktails and humour ensued, then we decided to hit up Spitalfield Markets and got a very nice Mexican from Las Iguanas, during which I trashed the restaurant with a freak wind I conjured by opening the front door to get some cash. Classic. Afterwards we grabbed a pint in Dirty Dicks (haw haw) before hitting the sack.

Today we have been mostly having cheap buffet from the Stratford Yoe Bo, no classy, but cheapish. In the evening we bust out some Jay and Silent Bob. Not quite as funny as I remember, but still of a high calibre.

Andy’s Birthday

2009-01-16T15:50:00.000Z

To try and survive January’s inevitable attempt at drowning me in Birthdays we met up with Ad in Victoria, bust out a few drinks, before heading off to Croydon where we met Andy, and friends in Loop. Which is a pool bar that has the cheapest drinks in London. Maybe. It was excessively cheap though, and most of us guys, apart from the Rexasaurus, played pool. A game that I have at this moment forgotten, which involved lives, and Tom accidently being awesome and therefore winning lots of money and everyone being happy. After Loop we horrendously decided to go to Reflex, which is a hateful place of such hellish proportions that I didn’t mind leave a bit early. We ran across a road, which was enough to make Rex throw up everywhere, which was highly hilarious, and ended the evening on a high note.

Life is a test and I get bad marks

2009-01-14T15:44:00.000Z

Dates mean nothing to me these days, as hours and minutes are indistinguishable, just another tooth on the cog of the clock counting down to the day I have the courage to tell you I love you, probably in unison with my very last mortal breath….

Psych!

Nah I don’t feel like that, I just haven’t written emotastically, in my journal, avoiding caffeinated hallucinations in a coffee merchant, for a while. I’m extremely behind on my blog, and all things of suspicious circumstance. Work is getting better, feel like I’m achieving. My weekends are pretty full in the next few weeks, what with the liver suicide that is Dublin, to the liver cremation that is the 31st of January. I can only assume by then I will have fixed the entire system at work, and will take voluntary redundancy with a huge fat pay packet. Win for Tom once more.

Tonight I’m meeting my recruitment agent for a beer. No one on this plane of existence knows why. But it sure beats not drinking beer. Can I get a “Boo Ya”? No really. I lost my last one during the great storm of 2012. That time when I time travelled. To the future. And Things.

Brand New blow my brain. Stand back C#, your caffeinated emo son has arrived to take over…

That’s what she said.

Breast Taking Views

2009-01-11T15:15:00.000Z

I like sushi. In my mouth. Which is what we mainly did today, in Notting Hill Gate, in a very homely and empty sushi restaurant that Shing knew. I got a Sapporo beer, as they are indeed the greatest of Japanese beers. We did unfortunately end up spending around 20 quid each on sushi as we couldn’t decide what types to have. Very yummy though. Raw fish is good for you, or so I hear. Or it kills you viciously and with no remorse. Like robots. More tasty though.

Our main reason for existence today was in fact to go to the Ice Sculpting Festival by the Natural History Museum, which turned out to be around 6 ice sculptures. Was still cool (haw haw) though. We spent the rest of the time going around the Natural History Museum, which is pretty awesome, especially the volcano and escalator that travels through the earth.

Afterwards we obviously had to recover from all the knowledge we absorbed with ease and grace, so we bust open some coffee to cleanse our souls. Then we returned home for sleep and rejuvenation.

Mirror’s Edge: Completed

2009-01-10T14:59:00.000Z

KAPOW!

Let the weekend heal us…

2009-01-09T15:33:00.000Z

To celebrate the end of my first week, though mainly for Rex’s birthday, we all met once more after work (I feel so professional). Luckily for me, we met in the Bar One near my work, Rex first, and then Shing and Rachel. By the time we left we were all quite merry, with Rachel catching up with us on the train here! We then staggered to an awesome Moroccan Tapas restaurant, which I couldn’t quite focus on anything, and had a nice set menu, though there was some perfume flavoured meat, that at the time I liked, but in hindsight I have my doubts if I did.

On the walk back Shing and I were walking so fast, we got ahead of the Rex and Rachel, so ran into the King Edward and bolted a sambuca and got out when they were walking past. King Edward seems dope. I think we drowned in sleep at home.

Hey shorty…

2009-01-08T14:28:00.000Z

In celebration of Rex surviving another year on this spinning ex-inferno, we all met after our respective works in the “cultural” centre of Stratford… stop laughing.

First time in the Theatre Royal bar, and it was jolly good, even if they did serve Caribbean food, which sometimes hurts our souls, it was actually extremely good. there was a guy playing various jazzy and poppy tunes on the piano to largish crowd. We even got him to play happy birthday to Rex, which was humourous as he had to wait for him to come out the toilet, resulting in everyone staring at Rex. He also thought it was his 21st birthday for some unknown reason.

Grinding the stones of your heart…

2009-01-05T23:35:00.000Z

Work is pretty rubbish, resulting in a lapse into emo Tom, and I convinced Rex to meet me after work for a beer or two in All Bar One, which I quite like. Followed by MUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAN in Stabford with Shing. It really is the greatest curry shop Newham has to offer, even if it is nearly always empty. Great naans.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

PANIC O.o

2009-01-04T23:30:00.000Z

Work. Tomorrow. Burn. The. System. Burn. The. Establishment. Burn.

We’ve, got these mouths to feed…

2009-01-03T23:18:00.000Z

After getting up a bit late and once more exercising our faffing skillery, we poodled off into Stabford centre where we accidently fell into the Fox bar and ended up staying for around 7 cocktails due to our own insanity and vicious rumours concerning happy hour(s). We were getting nice and merry, and Katie and Jon joined us before we staggered home. Shing then made us epically awesome teriyaki chicken, followed by a somewhat sickly but still very nice (in classic diabetes inducing style) lemon curd meringue. Unfortunately, Rex could not enjoy his time spent at the table as he was mainly losing consciousness and dying epically inside, so he had to go to bed early, at around 9.30. Via a cunning trick we made Ad stay another night. Bonus. Maybe.

Go West.

2009-01-02T23:08:00.000Z

With Ad hanging around like a dead horse, we decided to perambulate off to the Westfield shopping centre while Rex was faffing around in Whitstable or somewhere equal in estuary fame. After 30 minutes on the central line, which in truth, is about 29 minutes too long on the central line we arrived in Shepherd's bush and were quite impressed with the complex of high class shops that stretched out before us. So we decided to eat. And had an awesome Greek/Moroccan or something meal, where I got some meat and humus extravaganza, and Ad got a cake which had the same gravitational pull as a neutron star, which is pretty massive. I do believe the place was called Del Aziz or something equally vague. While ad was trying to munch his way through his chocolate and fruit cake, I ordered a large coffee, after which the waitress warned be about it. Turns out the mug was like 3 times the size of the mugs we have at the house, so basically a caldron. YUM.

We then shopped a bit, with Ad being awesome and helping me get a load of work stuff, mainly shirts and ULTIMATE POWER TROUSERS, from Debenhams. Overall spent about £100, and I’m sure I’ll end up wearing rags or something to work. We may have done other things today, I suspect maybe Gears of War 2. BLAM.

So you can forget....

2009-01-01T23:01:00.000Z

Yesterday/Today we had our most excellent New Years Party, though it was a bit slow at starting, mainly due to board games, and musical instruments and the such like. Dan, Ad and I lost dramatically at articulate, which is surprising, but not unexpected. Wait, what?

Then Dan wrote a vast essay on his current state of mind on my whiteboard while Ad bust out some blues upon his guitar. In the mean time, I pondered life in the kitchen. Soon it was time for the new year, and such, and things and what your mum said u should never do unless in a tax-free constituency. Following this, it came to my attention everyone needed to drink more, so we set about constructing a regime of rules for Ring of Fire *waves hands*. Needless to say, it was quite destructive on my soul, especially as I got the last drink in the middle card, and had to drink a pint of the most horrendous concoction of drink imaginable. After which I was close to vomitting, possibly over Hess or Dan. But I didn't. So we played again, but it soon descended into nothing, and people falling asleep. So I decided to argue with Jason for about 3 hours about how horrendous Halo 3 is as a game, especially compared to previous games in the history of gaming. Which I think killed everyone else.

Unsurprisingly I was shattered in the morning, but Shing and Tracey made breakfast, and we tidied up, followed by Ad making an awesome thai green curry for the house fools and hess. And we got Gears 2 so started playing that, which seems quite fun but a bit like Gears 1 really. Good times.

Ad arrived

2008-12-30T23:00:00.000Z

It was hideous.

...if i knew that their mothers wouldn't cry

2008-12-28T22:44:00.000Z

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL ON ICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Was where we went today, unfortunately last night we may have had a drink or two, resulting in me feeling like someone had birthed me in a vat of toxic death. No matter, everywhere was packed so we met them in a wandering type area, and possibly had a quick beverage and some food to help me relocate my brain focus. We then went into the chilly arena to see the much hyped, in my eyes, high school musical on ice tour. At the start there was some far to excited fool trying to make use dance and things, to a high school musical 3 song, which was cool, but no one could do efficiently do it as he taught us the whole dance, with about 40 moves in 1 go, at top speed. Though he got a cute girl to do it with him.

The main crux of the show was going through the first two high school musicals, which overall was good, great ice skating etc. However, most of the cast looked nothing like their on screen inspiration, and Troy didn't even have floppy hair, which was pretty foolish if you ask me. There was also a suspicious mobile phone related song. But I still enjoyed myself, and I got a cool wildcats flag, which made me happy.

Afterwards we celebrated Dan's forthcoming birthday, starting out in bar HAHA, where we gave dan his FUCKING HUGE box of presents, that took up way too much room, but was awesome, I do infact have photos that I may or may not post on it at some point. For food we went to the Thai that we had frequented once or twice before, and got some meal deal of lunacy. We left pretty late, and for some reason we were the only car left and the guy was very confused why we were still there. Rex drove home, what with my alcohol content and everything.

I'd drown all these cryin' babies....

2008-12-27T22:35:00.002Z

So rex viciously made Shing and me meet up with him in Bromley, which is alright as Bromley has a surprisingly decent set of shops, and a closing down Woolworths, which was pretty poor to be honest. Though even when they were open they were normally poorly orientated towards my like organ. Not that one...

Obviously the draw of Nero sucked us in, and we had a nice coffee and possibly a snack for Tom, or I collapse, while we watched the world go by and thanked the stars that Christmas had passed. Perhaps. Our main task was to find Dan a present, and we pottered around buying a variety of witty, shitty and possibly excellent presents including an amazing dog called Dylan from BHS, who I voiced for a short while. I suspect I mainly ripped off his voice from my awful "eels up inside you" voice ala Mighty Boosh. Speaking of which, I bought it off rex for 26 quid, which was nice, all 3 seasons y'know. We also tried to recreate our days of chilling for hours in Virgin, however, with us not being 14, or it now being a Zavvi, or that there were 25,000 people, this failed, and they wouldn't let Rex use his voucher because of his views on the Irish nation....

As we're high flying professionals and all, we grabbed lunch at Cafe Rouge, which was nice, I think. After some more shopping we head home. To the home of kings. And stab victims. That's right, Stabford international house of cheese and racial tendancies.

Two fisted contact

2008-12-26T22:30:00.000Z

Well yesterday was christmas, I can't remember what happened, but it was uninspiring to the max, check the facts on a b-bop flop tacts. I dunno. I got mum some epic presents, I got something of humourous dulldom. Tho I have bought a vast amount of DVDs with the money my Aunt gave me, do I have a list? possibly in my inbox? maybe? who knows....

I do

Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back [2001]
Eurotrip
Kill Bill 1 and 2 (Box Set) [2003]
Brick [2005]
Hoodwinked [2006]
Transformers [2007]
The Nines [2007]
Southland Tales [2006]
Juno [2007]
Definitely, Maybe [2008]

I did. That's how cool I am. Away now. Meeting up with the homeys on sat, yay. Today I think I've been showing mother the wonders of Australia.

Techie Splurge

2008-12-24T22:37:00.000Z

Slow net on ubuntu/gOS? Disable ipv6 to get a bit of a boost. Also check your iwconfig that your wifi card is set to higher than 1MB/s. Mine wasn't, so u can either do:

sudo iwconfig wlan0 rate 54M

to bump it up to some cunning level, or put it in the file that makes it run at start up, that I can't remember off the top of my head, I hear google knows it.

You might as well forget it...

2008-12-24T17:29:00.000Z

Only the promise of High School Musical on the beeb got me up.

Apparently I was going to rant about something today, not sure, possibly the boredom that is Christmas at home, or my face. Either or, the arguments are roughly the same. This is our tree:We never got a tree in Stabford, however, I did try to find you a picture of a tree made entirely of knives. Unfortunately I didn't try too hard, and have nothing of wit or good humour to show you. Bet you wish this blog was still powered by caffiene fueled coffee shop random happenstance? Maybe.

Go to the wellies....

2008-12-23T19:46:00.000Z

Woke up at some hour, which was under 4 hours when I went to bed, which is great when I had to drive home, then drive 80 miles to my Aunt and Uncles. Followed by a varying amount of boring conversation, and dealing with my uncle who to be honest is a bit weird, has uninformed opinions and bit of a bellend really. Possibly over-dramatising it, but still, meh, they have a big house though we blew bubbles. On drive back, I stopped off in Folkstone for my mum and we walked along the Leas and high street, though I was epically shattered. So much so I had to grab a red bull in a service station to prevent crashing my lovely car. Went to bed at 8pm or something equally crazy.

All the lights are coming on now, How I wish it would snow now, I don't feel like going home now

2008-12-23T04:30:00.001Z

Yesteday I woke up, blargh, ate many left overs, and then played lots of Call of Duty 4, before ppl started to go home. Drove home in the face, hardcore style. Ruffle was at home, and we all chatted for a while, which was dope sticks. Then played Prince of Persia that had come from tesco dvd rental (3 months free whoop - Bully and Mirrors Edge!). Seems a pretty good game, but could get boring quite quickly I do believe, still passes the time.

Today: oh.... I apparently completed Prince of Persia and then stayed up till 4/4.30am playing guitar hero 3, trying to do all songs, including bonus etc on medium. I can't do dragonforce. Stupid world. Argh I need to get up early.

It was just like christmas...

2008-12-20T23:17:00.000Z

Woke up and went down to Dartford after a sequence of cleansing showers to bust out some huge greasy spoon breakfast, though was a bit cramped and I ate half my body weight in meat. Awesome. Then, after grabbing more supplies, we headed back, and chilled with various rockband/guitar hero shenanigans, followed by Tracey cooking half of Iceland. Awesome. In fact I even sang on rock band, which might seem to you like "whatever dude" but it was actually quite a large progression in tackling my singing in public phobia. Whatever.

We ate, lots other people arrived, drink was drunk and soon we were opening Secret Santa gifts, I got awesome High School Musical lunch box with cookies in, and a Jennifer Love Hewitt mouse mat AND Top Gear annual, with a awesome personalised pillow case with Troy on it. Bonus points. Trev seemed to like his retrosexual man book, spiderman shooter as well as his antlers with bells on and bondage gag....

More merryment was had, and some fools started playing poker which lasted until the wee hours, one of the reasons why I don't like, because I get easily bored with repitition. Some excellent cheesecake (by Shing) and Christmas cake (by Tracey) was had, and I exploded all my insides everywhere because I ate half of Canada. Sleep was had after a late hour, after some poor TV show watching.

For all you little Queens

2008-12-19T19:13:00.000Z

Today we bust on down to Dartford, well at least Shing and I did, as Rex was faking illness once more. We got there in damn good time, and after a quick beer headed out into Dartford Taan, and after some indecision and realisation Shing had forgotten her ID, we wandered into the Yoe Bo, which was quite scrummy. We then met up with the twits and Tracey, but failed in our attempts to go to a pub, even though Tracey got a kebab for dinner! No matter, we trucked on home, and watched some hilarious IT crowd to the tune of a couple more beers, then all crashed out.

where is the fair

2008-12-17T00:48:00.000Z

Today marfled about, did a few more cards, general hacking, gaming and flaming.

Some hot photos of Zac.

Some awesome photos of the How I Met Your Mother cast.

Scooters, Holidays, Autumn, Death

2008-12-16T17:50:00.000Z

A Polish dude came today to fix my hole (Haw Haw). Sort of. Nice vent now though, which we can open and shut. As you should.

Also went on saw Slumdog Millionaire for free, with Rex, even though the free tickets were Shing and Boon's, but they failed to be able to go. Was a very good film, much better than I thought it would be, done by same guy as Trainspotting and 28 days later. There was apparently a satellite link up with him, but we went and met Boon and Shing in Pizza Express instead, for some yummy pizza based goodness. And beer. Good times.