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It was hideous.

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

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

CIMG0935Was 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 beverageCIMG0946 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 CIMG0941school 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, CIMG0950 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....

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

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

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...

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....

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

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...

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

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

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

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.

Ham it up, Park it Down

Well, I was bored of having XP on my laptop, and felt like I should do something l33t, which I hadn't done a short while, and Stu or someone showed me gOS, which is a sort of gui/Google gadgets blend, that sits on top of the Ubuntu linux distro. Needless to say it was pretty and cool, so I wiped my laptop and installed it. Very cool, though the internet on my laptop has gone slow and I can't work out why. Postcards kids.

While fiddling, I discovered that Wine can't run the latest version of iTunes for windows, so couldn't access my desktops iTunes Daap sharing thanks to their new encryption. So I decided to switch to Songbird, which I may have mentioned before, is an open source iTunes clone, developed in a similar manner to Firefox, i.e. there are extensions etc. Well its very good so I've swapped it for iTunes on both PCs. Unfortunately, it won't share over network, so I had to get the Firefly Daap server thing, which is alright, though cos of the slow net on my lappy I'm a bit confuzzled. Still. Whoop.

In the back of the net, right between the EYES

Feb 16th: HSM 3 comes out on DVD. Blam!

CIMG0877 We appear to have a 4-6 inch hole now in a kitchen, (not 10 inches as I originally remember), which appeared randomly one day. Odd. Needless to say I rang miss swallows, because I'm productive and excellent like that. She was rather too chirpy and wished me a happy crimbo in the thimbo. I was like "What? You are of the crazy persuasion!" to which she retorted "curse my Persian ancestory"

How often do Adobe have to update their frickin' products?!

Check out Anberlin: Cross between CKY and Lostprophets. Or actually like the old school band A, as Rex pointed out.CIMG0878

Want to race anywhere that google has mapped, check out this hammer in your brain, gammon on your train.

Panic attack. Nero doesn't work? Found this: ISOrecorder. Burns ISO's fine ass. Why are half my programs not in my start menu any more? Damn you bill gates and your devious sidekick, steve the pig.

Photograph Of Jesus by Laurie Hill - I want to work here! Sounds cool.

I also sorted our BT bill and High School Musical parking. Aren't I a useful member of society. Should that be 'an' or 'a'? Fuzz.

I wonder when, they'll come get me.....

Spent the evening with Shing, Boon and Saborna. Met up at exit 1, that no one but I could find, so eventually we got together, went to some crazy busy bar which was quite nice, then went to a "scary" bar, where we saw a guy with a cool scarf, dr who meets rupert the bear. Then we found a slug and lettuce, slid into an area partly reserved, and got a feast of platter, dips, chips etc. Awesome. Finally met up with Saborna's friends in a crazy bar called Bar 187 on Waldorf St, between Jerk City and Mr Jerk. Bar had bright red nets all over the walls, with lights hanging from the ceiling in nets as well. Pretty cool, and was just a door between those to fast food places. Surprisingly empty compared to everywhere else we had been that night, bit expensive, I had an Indian Runner, which was an absinthe based cocktail. Bottles of JD were 120 quid in there. Then tired.

Things I have done this week

  • Played too much Force Unleashed and therefore completing. Good but frustratingly arcadey game.
  • Bought Lego Mindstorms NXT, so I can build some AI based robot mastery. £150 rather than amazon's 250 quid! whoop.
  • Mooched about like a mad man.
  • Stayed up far too late every day. Kablam.

In related news

I appear to have spurious photos of stu on my camera, prancing around the Princessheyheyinthecoocay. This we can all establish was due to the frivolous amout of alcohol Stu and I both consumed on Sunday evening. Meeting up in the Impy at around 4.30 stank of error before we started, but this was soon strengthed with our large consumption of beer related merchandise. Namely lots of ales as the man made me look silly for ordering a lager, to which I replied, after being coaxed with various free samples, that I would indeed have a nice pint of cronwell please. Which to be fair wasn't too bad and led to a pedigree later, as well as the normal interspersals of lager and other hoppy goodies. By the end of the night, I was plastered, I rang Rex for an excessive period of time, gave away a pint of cider to a random girl I don't even remember, and then we decided the kebab shop was the greatest location for us next.

It wasn't. As I ate many unneccessary calories and fat and then wibbled home.

To wake today, in epic pain and drunkeness, and still had to get out for 10 am check out. And was then too drunk to actually drive home, so went into town, after consuming as much water as my soul could handle, utilise the public toilet in case I was going to throw up, and then sit on a sofa in Zavvi for an extended period of time. Not good. Next attempted fix was to have a hot chocolate in Ritazza and veg for a while. Eventually by 12.30 I decided was able to drive home, then had a horrendous drive back, where I still felt a bit shit, and roads were crap. Though I did have the greatest bacon roll ever.

On returning to london, I was destroyed by the traffic coming into Stratford, and to make matters worse, a HUGE truck/lorry rolled back onto the front of my car to a large amount of crunching. However, after much swearing, on my return to the house, Rex and I couldn't find any damage, apart from some dirt had been cleaned off. Well done car in conclusion. Time to play Star Wars Unleashed. Though Rex did make me eat some epically large curry from Muskaan, I got a Chicken Zerani, which was a two layer curry, and was extremely nice. Yum. I wrote a song:

Broccoli in the morning
Broccoli before noon
Broccoli as a warning
Of our impending doom

I'm already there...

Here is an example of how poor my wifi card is on my laptop. I'm currently in the Ritazza on exeter's campus (word up my raptors!), and I can see a wifi router but can't connect to it "well enough" to actually use the vast sprawling interwebs. However, my Nokia n810, which is only a bit bigger than the entire wifi card in my laptop, can not only connect correctly to it, but it can even detect another router my laptop doesn't even know exists. Maybe I should get a macbook.

Also Gemini FM sucks majorly. Argh scary man with an exeter FC scarf just came in and glared at me like I wasn't awesome or something. Lunatic (wasn't rex tho).

Okay, wait, turns out my nokia can't get the router to work either, but anyway, it's still better. Shut up ya mouth. Wait I got my laptop working, forgot to set automatic proxy settings, but now its asking for a uni username and password which I don't have..... Oh my God. I'm some sort of genius, I "hacked" around the password thingy, by pinging, grabbing the ip, then just entering that. Though I can't do that for everything as it turns out my blog's ip goes to google as well, the fools. And other sites get screwed, but if you want to live within the Google domain, it be fine. *sighs* Though you can do the normal trick of translating a webpage from Chinese to English, and if you click cancel enough on the password screen it will eventually mostly load, without images. I wonder if numerous failed attempts will get noticed.

I remember how I got all my work done now, by sitting in this lovely cafe of ultimate concentration. The amount I'm blogging is phenomenal.

The blood in my legs, is starting to thaw

Sometimes its just nice to have a different bed, and a different shower, and a different european rave music club above your room.

There's a possible ghost with in the mirror as well, but only visible in my peripheral vision.

My final argument for getting a Desktop over a laptop, is the case study in the house, that out of the current 6 computers in the house, the two fastest/best are desktops, while the laptops trail behind like dilapidated dogs.

After trawling the high street like a drunk steamboat, I went round Claire and Dave's humble abode, and was treated to some extremely kind hospitality. Not only did they put up with my drivel, I played computer games with Dave while Claire prepared us an excellent prawn risotto. I like my friends, they are of the upmost awesome. We chatted a bit, more, then I let them get on with their lives, and I walked back to the hotel, through the coldest air known to man.

I swear, I'll come through

How auspicious, as usual, Exeter is a treasure trove of lovely. There's now a CEX and a gamestation to peruse, and there's no visible sign of the credit crunch effect around here. Unless everyone is window shopping like me, though I did spend an entirely ludicrous amount of money on what can only be described as a herd of underwear products. I also obtained a strangely over VAT discounted charger for my overly sensual Nokia N810. With humourous packaging by Virgin.

As with my strange compulsion of hating carrying shopping around, I dropped my loot back at the car and reventured in to town, and it soon became clear exeter was the home of street performance. Things that I saw:

  • A roaming robot in the Harlequin Centre
  • A collection of real owls in the Harlequin Centre
  • A guitar driven orchestra
  • A brass band
  • A lone guitarist
  • A town's crier advertising some event in the Guild Hall with the Lord Mayor.
  • Another small musical act
  • A dijareedo man
  • A woolworths jammed with crazy shoppers and sparse stock
  • A large collection of tinsel draped bicycles.
  • Nearly every coffee shop except this one jammed.
  • Too many hot girls of undetermined legality
  • Many new locations of shops.
  • The swish new entrance to the underground passages that apparently didn't collapse during the work.
  • Up and down horses
No doubt I had something witty, humourous or observational to say, but I've forgotten amongst the caffeine rush. Hmm, turns out I was using my notepad back to front, so I viciously ripped loads of pags out that were job related. This is my crappy notepad I add, as it is small and portable.

witty, to shitty, in 5 minutes gritty

Aren't my witticisms still so witty?
My stick men emo and so pretty?
Is each post just a cognitive bore?
It's as if you don't love me no more.

Are my anecdotes too convoluted
Should my entire life be rebooted?
My hits have fallen through the floor
It's as if you don't love me no more

Does the orange clash with your eyes?
A lack of dog videos or recipes for pies?
Do you finally agree with the law
It's as if you don't love me no more

Am I always too far out of date?
Is there too much booty and poo to rate?
Is it because I went round you mother's house and explained about that time when we were both bored and got wacked out on acid, and begin creating a robot snail army using her vegetable collection, only to mistakenly use her recent ann summers order instead, which shook her to her core,
It's as if you don't love me no more
Love me no mooooooooorrrrrrreeeee
Owwooooo my arse is sore.

Give me your flan

Didn't do much yesterday, until young Colin came (all over the place) and bought me dinner romantically as he was working in the excel centre, so we got curry from the Spice Ville/Villa. Pretty good, though Muskaan is definitely better, meatier keema naans to start with, and we all know how I like to gobble meat. *sigh* Got Far Cry 2 as well, very GTA like, though in some crazy country.

Today I got up at some silly hour, like 7am, so I could drive to Woking, where I picked up the legend who is Icelandic Dan. From there we bust out, towards skies of blue and suns of scorching death. Got into Exeter surprisingly early, at around 12.40, so we had time pop in to chat with Jacq before meeting up with Stu, Zena, and The G-Man, in the Ram, for a swift pint or two, followed by Gordy and I wibbling up to Dan's lecture. Seriously good times being with the homeys again. Dan's lecture was extremely good, and interesting, especially when he was acting out the various actions of units. Chatted with everson and the gang for a bit, before Dan and I invade Ed's room and caught up with him. Will try and get the Edmeister out sometime over the weekend.

Was shattered by this point, so dropped Dan off, in the rain, at his friends house, and got myself checked into the Breaside hotel, which seems extremely good. Munched down some Fish and Chips, then fell asleep fully clothed on my bed, my bad, sorry Dan!

Caffeine Rambles #3

I'm desperately looking forward to Exeter this weekend, where I see Dan Dan Icelandic Dan's lecture, meet up with the AI homeys, including the G-man himself, but not Stu or Carlos. On the Sat I can see Claire and Dave, and then on the Sunday I can drink my rugged face off with the Stu I know and love. After which I'll meet up with Mr Drapier. HAW HAW. Good times. Though it does leave the house without a working laptop. Or Car.

Advice: If you ever book some rooms through LateRooms, and want to extend your stay, contact the hotel directly, they often still have room even if LR tell you they don't.

Hmmm, disappointingly I've run out of rambling and with an hour until I met Danu, I'm at a slight loss of what I should do. Maybe swapping music from Straylight Run to The Elected could possible help. But that will just encourage me to go to America. Ah well. I also have to walk around with a bright shiny purple bag with Tracey's present in. I also wrote a short poem for it:

To our celebratory Tracey,
To avoid gifts too racy,
or predictably of purple
enclosed is a pirate turtle

I'm quite excited that Dan will be waiting for me at the bar with 2 pints, and we'll be all professional like:

"Hello my old chum"
"Ah, my friend, cracking day to invest some stocks"
"I concur, the market looks particularly peachy"
"Couldn't have expressed it better, how's the BumFun accounts?"
"Dire I'm afraid, but I've rerouted power to the auxillery hooker factory"
"Make it so number one!"
"Rebranding concussion most likely"
"Oh FTSEing hell"

And so on. I'm sure you get the technicolour picture.

Joff reckons I need to do some exercise to prevent some form of Peter Petrelli explosion of frustration. Wouldn't mind picking up tennis again. I'm meant to help my mum take some dead bodies down the dump tomorrow, but I kinda want to catch up on my blog so 1) I can post this 2) I'm at peace before I storm the pearly gates of Exeter.

The RBS building across the street is very pretty, all glass with a glass lobby lift and palm trees. The trees aren't glass. I tried to ascertain if Dan works there, but I don't he knows himself where he works. Gonna wander->

Caffeine Rambles #2

As I was saying, your mum shouldn't touch me there, I'd prefer it a bit lower/deeper (delete as appropriate). Further more, I had lunch paid for by the agent dude, so we went to ASK and I burnt my mouth subtly on lasagna. When eating with someone you don't know well in a restaurant, I find it hard to know where to look when talking to them, especially if they are male (obviously if they were female you stare longingly at their soft velvety lips, wishing for the 2 feet and trillions of atoms between you to collapse onto themselves, bringing you together in a beautifully exquisite embrace. Or just at their boobies *gigglepops*.)

I mean, looking them in the eyes gets creepy after a few seconds, so do you just look in eyes, look away, then back, then away. I dunno. I'm sure most people don't think about this. Anyway, free food! Whoop. BRB, out of coffee, if I lose my seat everyone dies.

Fool be trippin' off green tea y'all!

And falafel. Yes, so I can go travelling. But where to? I only have 10 days or something? I was looking at some wonders of the world lists. Athens and Rome sound good, but I'm not sure. Maybe would like to do them with people. Scandi? Bit expensive but would be awesome. Morocco? I might just search for weird and bizarre holidays. Fingers crossed I end up in a bondage castle. I saw it on Eurotrash one. I miss eurotrash. So anyway, suggestions please. My hair is cool today, but it needs a trim.

Caffeine Rambles #1

You see, the plan that I had devised was to sit in this sinful supplier of caffeinated beverages and write about days gone past. However, the cognitive effort required to access such remote regions of my synapses is well beyond my warm sleepy state. I'm sure, however, I can come up with some form of babble with which you can improve your mood with, perhaps only in the thought that you're not trapped inside my mind like I am

For instance, I was pondering what speed my inner monologue is, not the subconscious number, logic and thought crunching brain activity, but the scrubs-esque layer of consciousness that ponders thoughts such as this. By which I mean, is it talking speed, or reading to myself speed or faster? Unfortunately, I forgot why this was necessary or interesting to conern myself or my lovely readers with.

I find it odd that my watch doesn't possess the functionality to keep track of the date. Then again, I rarely remember I have a watch that can supply me the time, so it's more a fashion accessory. Except I often am concerned I look like I'm showing it off as it's quite big and obstructs my sleeves, leaving it in full view. Then again I don't care too much.

My recruitment agent took me out for lunch, because he likes the bulge in my package. To clarify, that's Far Cry 2 and Star Wars Force Unleashed that I got far too cheap. And to clarify that, I mean my penis. There's some humour to be found in the "cheap" comment, but anyway. Yes, agent, lunch. He did this lovable gesture as I managed to get a job he flung me at.

*Waits for the gasps and fainting to subside*

That's right kids, your friendly neighbour hood bum has obtained some form of contractual obligation to provide a service in return for monetary compensation. And Bupa. And Life Insurance. And 23 days paid holiday. Unfortunately, it wasn't with the financial software house in the Gerkin, but with a really cool company near holborn. And I got them to let me start in Jan, so I can possibly travel for a couple of weeks. More later.

Jubilance in defeat

I'm in all sorts of moods and I'm not sure why. I don't really seem that generally happy. I'm happy in moment, whether insulting rex, drinking with peeps, etc, but general level just seems really low. I don't know if its the same old missing of traveling, suspecting that a life of working is a life wasted, or not knowing what I actually want. Now I have a job I should be more uplifted or excited, but everyone else seems more jubilant than me about it, even though it's a really good job. Luckily I'm enthusiastic in interviews. Maybe I'm just seeking attention, or I'm depressed at my lack of musical penmanship, or my perpetual laziness, or perpetual complaining about my laziness. Or my perpetual repetition. Who knows. Also the fact my blog is/was so far behind is getting me down a bit, which it shouldn't because it doesn't really matter and not many people check it these days. Just makes me feel fuzzy. And without it being up to date I can't write posts like this that pluck your heart strings, and touch your soul, even if its underage baby.

I'm also annoyed as I'm not as nice or kind as I used to be. I used to always be offering to do things, and giving things away and things, and now I just seem really terse and rubbish, and so many people are so awesome to me. It makes me emo.

I didn't have coffee today...

Tom: holy shit
Tom: I must be tired
Tom: I laughed out loud at one of my cartoons
Tom: help.
Raffle: *silence*

Expansion of the mart

Today we all bust into London to go to Camden and wandered around there, I think we may have eaten food somewhere first, no doubt at the Goose. Maybe. All I know was it was definitely not at the Spoons due to past events. Fuck you Stabford Spoons.

Wandered around Camden, where many people had never been, and we took over a Cafe nero there. Good times. Then Alex and I met up with Katie, and we had just under an hour to catch up, so we went to our local. Or at least the bar that Rex/Shing and I always go to, cos it's quite nice. Nice to meet up, shame it was so quick, then everyone else started to peel off, until it was just Shing, Pete and Alex. We went back to Stabby, grabbed pizza and beer and ended up chilling all night watching Iron Man (as Alex hadn't seen it) and Hot Fuzz (as Pete?!!??!?!?! hadn't seen it). Epic. Then sleep.

Once upon a London dearly

Got up and was forced into some phone interview by a recruitment agent, which to be fair sounded alright, but I'm not much into caring but weirdly they liked me straight away, as I was apparently "enthusiastic". This kids, is why I should be a movie star.

Anyway, Alex and I walked epically all over London, from Holborn, to Covent Garden, Leicester Square, Trafalgar Square, Buckingham Palace, Westminster, Along the Thames on the South Bank side, stopping off at Giraffe for some coffee, before getting to Tower Bridge, crossing it, and getting on the tube part way down the other side. We met up with Pete, Chloe Et Mike at Victoria spoons, had a swift pint there, before hitting up Green Park/Mayfair for a pint in an extremely busy and tiny pub that we had to sit outside in the freezing cold. Chloe got the train back home, while the rest of us went to the Stabford Goose, where we encountered Rex, Shing, Jon and Chris and spectacularly Wizkid Dave.

Classic drinking times were had, involving screw the dealer, and liver destroying amounts of beer. I do like pub times like that, reminds me of how I shunned my organs for the first 3 years at uni. We all retired to our abode and watched many an episode of Family Guy after obviously obtained vast quantities of KFC first. Then everyone crashed out for the night.

Riding the tight rope of sanity

Had my second interview today, went okay, as usual recruitment agent had no idea what was going on, and there were technical questions when he reckoned there wouldn't be. No matter, I was just excited about the next few days. Went home and changed, so I could meet Mr Mccabe at waterloo, as he was to stay with me for the next 3 nights. We had a few pints in the pub in waterloo station while catching up on his work related exploits before busting over to Liverpool St, where we met Joff, and they got on really well. Which is always a relief to our intrepid worrier. That's me. First time I'd been the Spitelfields Market, although the market wasn't on, there were quite a few cool restaurants around and we chose the Mexican Las Iguanas, like the one on the South Bank. Very yummy, can't quite remember what I had, possibly a chimmychanga, as that's a classic. We had some lady like cocktails as well, and I was quite happily merry. Joff then had to scarper off to meet Sarah, while we went to meet my love partner, the badass that is Rex. In the Goose. For a few drinks. And jovial chats. I like it when people get on with each other easily.

System to the shock

Yesterday I was mainly panicking insanely, much to Raffle's and everyone else's pain, as I was basically hungering for reassurance, I think. Except I'm not sensible enough to take their reassurance on board. Error.

Anyway, this strange behavior was due to the interview I had today in the Gerkin, for some cunning company I'm probably not allowed to reveal. Was very nervous, but I made sure not to have coffee before hand, as that raises my heart rate to astronomical levels. Went alright, some quite hard tech questions, but I don't think I was too bad, and their office is very nice, great view across the city.

To reward myself for not breaking down, Raffle and I went to the Eco Sainsbury's and got a large collection of edible products. Excellent.

You Tube Live

The other night I stayed up to all manner of ungodly hours, watching a large collection of people I don't know do a variety of humourous, skillful, messy and awkward things in front of many other people they didn't know. It was most excellent. Now we all know that I'd love to convert this epic rambling into some form of visual rambling, but the unfortunate consequence to this, would not only be all your souls cracking and drifting away on the breeze far sooner, but the men in white coats would have to remove me from this plain of existence. Plus I'm not photogenic/videogenic/inyourfaceagenic and my wit reveals its true tragic potential when vocalised. Much like youtube comments. Anyway...

Yes! You Tube Live. Excellent fun, major highlights are linked to below, I'm not sure I'll bore you with it all, but William Sledd did my head in, I was sad Katers17 wasn't in it more, cos she is funny, clever and pretty *blushes* Furthermore, WhatTheBuck was funnier than I remembered, and Satriani was there so all was well with the world.

Plus so was Charlie. You know Charlie. As in Chaaaarrrrlliieeeee, we're going to caaandy mountain charrrrlieeee? Yes good. Now go away, I was going to moan to you about all the reasons I want to be a youtuber but can't, because my hands are too cold in this ice fortress we call our home.

Charlie The Unicorn - At YT:Live

Bo Burnham - You Tube Song

Queen Rania's acceptance speech

"tragic seems a very 'you' word" - Raffle

Money for the Faith

Now we all know I get mini rages when technology doesn't work perfectly, for instance if a youtube video will stutter on the ancient tech I'm using for a PC (5 years old y'all), wait I'm not sure where this is going.


I wanna do so many things, but that just means I have to blog more, which I am apparently very poor at.


don't mind me, I'm just going loopy.

Sorry I need constant reassurance guys!

I looked upon an awful quote
parched, I coughed with scratchy throat
For days have gone that I once knew
that consisted of ice topped dew

Dress ups, make outs, go home, get down!

What have I done recently, well on the 16th I slept like a crazy baby, and then on the monday Rex foolishly began work designing traffic system to kill as many people as possible. I was then productive for those two days and caught up with Gossip Girl. Today, however, I met up with Joff and Sarah in Brixton, after grabbing a nice dinner and a couple of pints with Rex in the Shakespeare. Met them in a crazy bar, and met Jono, Sarah's kiwi friend, who I had trouble understanding because of his thick accent. After many drinks in the bar, we headed into the Brixton Academy, to see Death Cab For Cutie, but with a bit of time to kill we drank more, and peed a bit. We were all pretty merry by then, and Death Cab were awesome. Better than in Japan, I would have paid the entrance money just to see I Will Follow You Into The Dark. Excellent work. Shame we were quite far back though. Also, excellently, they played "What Sarah Said" and at the line "But I'm thinking of what Sarah said" we all turned to sarah as she sang "Love is watching someone die". Which was epic. Though somewhat emo. I then got back to Stabford without being stabbed.

I worry myself sometimes:

I'm starting to give up on awful jokes halfway through, that is just depressing. I thought I'd hit you with some rapid fire facts:

I bought Fable 2, it was good. Ending was shit. Then I killed everyone. Rachel also got addicted to it.

I bought Fallout 3, it was good. Massive, sexy, gory. Ending was annoying. Reloaded. Played more. Mmmm

I bought Fifa 99. You can kick a ball.

I bought the complete buffy DVD collection for 47 english pounds. Excellent.

En Francais?

And to France we went, from Dover upon the ferry with an excellent deal that was £29 quid (though initial offer was 24) return for a car, AND you get 6 free bottles of wine on board, plus buy one get one free. After uploading the whole of europe into Susie last night, she thwarted my every move by failing to actually have any roads within the french maps. Which isn't too great, but after our coffee fueled ferry trip, I got in the driving seat, and we made a bee line to St Omer, that Rex and I had vaguely research, to try and find something that is cool near Calais, and not a Hypermarket. We accidentally took a toll road as we didn't know the translation for toll until Raffle told us, after we'd gone down the road. We also saw some English car smashed up just under an over pass, obviously not as cool as we were. Anyway, we got to St Omer, and parked up, near some hippy kids, at as it was around lunch time, many things were shut, but walking into the town square near the town hall we found a bar/cafe/restaurant called Le Seven. Unsurprisingly, we had to eat here, so after a few photos of me outside, we rocked on in there, and got a very good 3 course lunch time deal for 12 euro. I enjoyed immensely, especially the brie 3rd course, though I was exceptionally ful up by this point

Once leaving the restaurant we wandered around the quaint streets of st mer, past an old church, then crossing the high street again, past amazing cake shops, through to the Cathedral of Notre Dame (not THE notre dame) and various other buildings of culture. Eventually we went to get some coffee in a little coffee shop, and then decided to head back to Calais in my automobile. Rex drove back, killng all in his path, and we cruised around Calais until we could find the supermarket Raffle suggested. The problem was, the Euro was doing well against the pound, and so beer and spirits weren't cheaper. Not much was really, we got a load of red wine, so we had even more, then we had to get back to the merry ferry, and we slept in a tangled pile of limbs on the long trip back. Though we did arise to get some vodka for cheap. Good times though, and once more we resurrected the chant:

Drive on the right or you die
Drive on the right or you die
Drive on the left and I'll kick your dog
Drive on the right or you die.

Tomorrow's adventure of delight

Yesterday was used as a recovery day for our brains to process that vast influx of information that had been violently rammed directly in their frontal lobes. Though Rex did the German thang, as he often does.

Today, however, we resumed our search to quench our thirst for knowledge, beginning in the V&A Museum, to see the Cold War Modern exhibition, which according to my notes was "sexy". It was indeed extremely good, various artifacts, mainly of a design nature from the Cold War period from both sides. Most interesting were many of the architecture ideas that were brought forward, including some outlandish cities on legs that roam the countryside. Scary stuff. Unfortunately the exhibition lacked any form of photos showing what was actually built, as I'm guessing quite a few of the ideas were not put into production. They showed some cool furniture and gadgets that were put on display in various world fairs to show off living in America/Russia to the other side. After trawling the shop to find something for Rex's wall, we went and got some yummy grub at the Bunch o' Grapes, which turned out to be the same sort of chain-with-no-name that the Yacht was. So good time. We both had gammon steaks, that were exceptionally good. Afterwards, we slid into the nearby Costa/Nero and bust out some caffeine addiction all over the place before heading back, to meet up with the others and drive to Whitstable that eve, in preparation for tomorrow's adventure of delight.

Animals in cages, primordial rages

In a surprise twist, it would appear I have never been to London Zoo. So we went. Bit of late start, but I got some sweet 20% discount action going on thanks to Google, and the zoo was epically empty, especially later on, and we all know I find this pretty awesome and eerie. Unfortunately, because many of their buildings, although ugly, are iconic and listed, it means animals such as Elephants, Pandas and Rhinos have been moved to their out of london zoo, so they are happy and don't murder the visitors. More importantly there were no red pandas :(. Still awesome though and we saw Giraffes and frolicked in various cafes, or whatever one does in a Zoo. I resisted buying any soft toys, and we stayed in the park till closing and we were thrown out.

We transported ourselves to Covent Garden where we gained a Coffee, then still at a lost, hit up the the Punch and Judy, which served the best pint of Fosters I have had in a long while. At last it was time to meet up with Shing and get started with our 23.50 meal and theatre offer we got from Last Minute. Fire and Stone for food, where we got a salad and a pizza for free, very yummy, and I think my pizza had meat and cheese on. The perfect combo. When we arrived at the theatre, it turned out we had been upgraded to the Dress circle, so even more bonus points oozing round every corner like a crusty virus. Show was good fun, and I enjoyed it, though was quite different to how I imagined it, more minimalistic, I guess I was used to the explosive High School Musical 3. Still good fun and I got chocolate ice cream. Strangely, I don't think I recognised any of the songs.

We'll wait in line, for most our lives...

An exceptionally awesome day today, beginning with visiting the Bodyworlds exhibition at the O2, with some cunningly acquired half price tickets, which only required pretending to read the Daily Mail. Bodyworlds, in case you don't know, is the crazy exhibition of dead people by the German guy with a hat. It's amazing, starting with embryos from various stages of pregnancy, on to fetuses and then babies, culminating in a pregnant woman lying down, and you can see her baby inside of her. The main thrust of the exhibition was aging, and how you can slow down the ever progressive effects of it. A lot of focus was on the bad affect of smoking and eating poorly. Some amazing sculptures with people though, one had a guy riding on a horse which had also had its insides exposed, but the man had the horse's brain in one hand and his own brain in the other. There were ballerinas, rugby players in mid tackle, a basketball player, and the final conclusion was a huge giraffe, that had be split in two, with each half moved outwards, but with it's inside's left in the middle. Amazing. Fantastic exhibition that everyone should see, and it's not disgusting, they all just looked plastic like.

Our next port of call was the Royal observatory, so Rex and I decided to wander along the Thames Path. This turned out to be less romantic than anticipated and more industrial/wasteland/soviet. Still was interesting to see it all, and great views of the isle of dogs from that side of the river. Eventually we got to the lovely Greenwich and had a hearty meal in The Yacht pub on the Thames, and a Guinness each. We then trekked up to the observatory, where we played with the meridian line, saw various exhibitions, went into the modern observatory, asked a man why the time space continuum was collapsing, though specifically about the laser than shoots across Stratford, indicating the meridian line. Apparently it hits a wall somewhere in North London, which I am somewhat sceptical about, but I am quite sceptical about a lot. We then played on various teaching computers to learn about the cosmos, and we participated in a team satellite launch, that failed drastically and Rex chose his items poorly.

We walked back through Greenwich after admiring the laser be turned on as it was getting dark, and I admired what a nice town it was. We checked out the huge battle ship on the Thames, then went through the Greenwich Foot Tunnel as I hadn't been there, and wanted to see where they had filmed the first Britannia High ep. As it was my half birthday I had a celebratory nap followed by a excellent curry and red wine fest.

Knowledge = Power = Life Starts Here

Rex and I decided that as he will soon be a slave to the government, it seemed only right that we take full advantage of this week to fill our minds with knowledge and expand our horizons. First on your agenda was to visit the Cabinet War Rooms and the adjoining Churchill Museum in the rain. Although a bit expensive, I would thoroughly recommend them as they are exceptionally interesting. The war rooms are really cool as they have been reconstructed using the same furniture and equipment as they used during the war, even though Churchill only actually spent 3 nights in his room down there, he used it during the day alot, though during air raids he would stand on the roof watching the city burn around him like a manic overseer. The Churchill museum was also a very comprehensive look into the big C's life, which was quite revealing, an urns out he did quite a lot of stupid things prior and possibly after the war. Still a legend. We had a nice lunch in there, I think I had something manly like a quiche or a salad, and we bust on out, just in time to see a cow pigeon.

To further our war related knowledge we went to the Imperial War Museum which was a fair old walk from Southwark tube station, but we kept ourselves entertained with Charlie The Unicorn related tomfoolery. I like the imperial war museum, specifically the trenches, as I always remember the smell of them. Rex wouldn't let me go to the James Bond exhibition but we played with the other wars, though it's a bit confusing to navigate through, possibly the simulate a real war experience? After returning home, Fifa 09 had arrived, we watched the awful film that is Sliding Doors, though I wasn't really in the mood for it, and we had a plaice/pasta combo.

Update you love to hate

7th: Not sure what we did during day, probably fallout 3, Rex has started watching me play, similar to Raffle watching me play fable 2. Except fallout 3 has strange fluctuations in difficulty that I'm still getting used to. Great atmosphere and looks beautiful though. Shame they haven't fixed the character animation failing to properly connect with the landscape like in Oblivion.

8th: Chill during day as yesterday I suspected I avoided any form of furthering my life plan and played on my 360. Rex and Shing went to various house parties while Raffle and I got drunk moderately precariously. I vomit broccoli impressively over the house, after drinking Pimms, after warning I once drank a bottle a threw up all night. Broccoli becomes house in joke.

9th: I try to recover poorly. Am quite ill, so decided not to go out, which was a lame decision on my part as Sarah was moving to Oz. My bad. Shing made chicken with spring onion and ginger sauce in the evening, which was frickin' awesome and I ate half of shropshire, if shropshire was the dinner.

We're getting out. Of here. And you'll never. Find us again.

Yesterday, Rex and I had the clever idea of going to the nearby Eco Sainsburys. By which, I mean, Tom wanted to get Fallout 3 for the low low price of 27/29 quid. Which it was. And I was exceptionally happy as I have heard it is for apocalyptic wastelands, as vaginas are for sex. Or something. We proceeded to utilise the evil that is starbucks to get a caffeine hit, but I was too excited about Fallout 3 to care much for the coffee, which is near blasphemy, if it wasn't for it being Starbucks coffee.

Today i have mostly been celebrating mother's birthday by taking her to Kew, or at last meeting her there and mum getting me in for free with her crazy membership tickets of gold power. Had a nice coffee in some crazy cosy coffee shop, before entering the garden. Weather was a bit grey, but not too chilly, and it didn't rain on us. Kew was very autumnal, which I love, and I took various arty photos with my phone. We had a crappy lunch as mum fails to like food in general, so had a jacket potato and tuna in a cardboard box. Wham. Gets dark extremely late these days.

Yesterday, for some unknown reason,

I fell into a patch of deep deathly depression, full of delinquent self-pity and loathing. Possibly fueled by my lack of productivity or applying to any jobs, so wouldn't let myself see High School Musical 3 again due to brain racking guilt coursing through my nerves to the very ends of my fingertips.

Today, I threw all emo to the wind, and Rex and I went to see the excellence which is High School Musical 3 at the O2 again. Better the second time. Rockin'. This proactively made me far more happy, so I actually applied for some stupid Shell job (don't why I thought I should go for it, but by doing it, it made me happier as well). Then the evening spiralled, yes I do say that phrase quite a lot, into a housewide orgy, with limbs and flanges tangled in some unholy mess in the hallway. Then my hair was tousled and I got sleepy.

Followed by watching Obama win the US election until about 3.30am. Mmmmm democracy.

I have destructive tendencies.

I don't care anymore, but I care I don't care. I hate all my inadequacies, all my missed chances and my inability to make use of my dull and uninteresting strengths. I hate my fear of perusing something radically different, my lack of ambition but the fire of competition and self pride that holds me back inexplicably. I hate my immaturity, my desperate requirement for sympathy, attention and compliments. I hate that I can't sing, or play, or achieve what I wish I could. I hate that everyone else can, and have better control of their negative emotions. I feel I'm being left behind by everyone else who is growing up and taking responsibility while I'm living off of my Dad's death money *waves hands spookily*. I want everyone to love me and attend to me, but also for everyone to leave me along.

I want coffee. I want but I can't provide myself with anything. I want some light in the dark. And a purpose, a muse and a reason. I need the sun and blue skies. I need tears. I hate my body and my fitness and I need something to drag me out of this pit. I'm scared to start but I don't know what I'm clutching onto. I don't even have the effort to write lyrics. Just the effort to bum with fury. I have destructive tendencies.

As many people stayed over

mainly due to the closure of the blackwall tunnel, we wibbled over to a random cafe in the centre of town, which was adequate, and Ad ran off without paying, footing us with the huge bill for his orange juice. How we loathe his chaotic mannerisms and tendancy to steal newly born infants from our ample bosoms.

We/I then recovered somewhat, before heading on down to Mile End, to see all the pretty fireworks, amongst the puddles. Very good, with music and crazy moving crane stars with fire spurting out of them. We resisted the fairground and headed back. Very good for freeness. We watched Britannia High once we got back. I think it was the second episode, and therefore crap and as a collective have decided against persuing it anymore.

The Brie, The Bullet and The Black Cat

During the day we worked our iddy biddy fingers right to the metaphorical bones to clean our house to a presentable standard for the dinner party we played to host that evening. A murder mystery party that is. In attendance:

HUGHES LE GRANDBUTTE(Dan) - Deputy Mayor of Casablanca
EDITH LE GRANDBUTTE(Tracey) - his wife, a former dancer
NICOLE LE GRANDBUTTE(Shing) - their daughter
OTTO VON PINKELWURST(Trev) - a Gestapo officer, fanatical and possibly mad.
KIRK RANSOM III(Moi) - an American who runs Kirk's African Cafe in downtown Casablanca
COUNTESS BOGOV(Boon) - an exiled Russian aristocrat
MONSIEUR OILY-CARTE(Rex) - booking agent for the Moulin Bleu in Paris
PIERRE PAYANSKI(Adam) - a 24 year old half-Russian poet
CHERIE BOOT(Raffle) - a French cabaret singer in her mid-20s
INGRID PITH(Beth) - a busty Danish art dealer

Excessive humour ensued, with the majority at some of the shocking accents that were on display during the night's festivities. Needless to say, my American accent was a shambles, but I slowly found consistency in performing some slow texan drawl, as it gave me time to think of words while trying to keep in my accent. Unsurprisingly, Trev was awesome as a Gestapo officer, Dan ended up playing a impotent character whose wife had many an affair, including with me, and much mess was made with vast quantities of wine being spilled by the Nazi fraternity.

More surprisingly was that Dan and I guessed the murders correctly. What wasn't surprising was who one of the murders was. Just so bad.

Great time had by all, I can now shave off the care bear stubble I have haphazardly grown, and life can return to normal after a large proportion of my housemates are safely locked behind bars.

Photos to come.

I think Rex and I brutally attacked

a shopping area, which I shall guess at being near Bond Street. I may even have bought an excellent new coat from Next which makes me look even more sexy than any cyborg has before. In the evening we drank our troubles away along with Ghost Busters and Evil Dead 2, mainly as it was Halloween, and we were scared of children around Stabford going for a jugulars under the guise of "tricking". Those slimey foes.


Was where Rex and I chose to spend our non-hardly earnt money on a variety of food, and yumminess....

Was a poor choice of food based dining, as opposed to other non-food based dining. Was expensive and very crap. I cried a bit. But was in the o2, and I like the o2, it is pretty and has a lovely spinning fair ground at the moment as you may see if you care to glance below this collection of letters and punctuation to the multicoloured grid of pixels. Honk. Luckily Dan and I drowned our sorries in a pub, before...

That's right, Dan, Tracey, Shing, Raffle, Rex and I went to see the epicness which was High School Musical 3. Man it is so epic, people have died in the aisles from how awesome it was. My pants were sodden by the end. Wrapped up the saga very well, songs were excellent, and it was obviously much bigger budget, with some uber choreography. Good work team..
Haha I'm cool.

Lost and Rendered

Yesterday I had an exceptionally awful assessment day at Data Connection. After a somewhat convoluted shouting match with Susie I got to the general area of the DC HQ and proceeded to drive forever down a road trying to find a parking space. This then required me to run back to the HQ to get there on time. Needless to say interview was shit, 3 other people there, cambridge and Warwick sorts, pyscometric tests were fine, but then we had 3 essay style questions, which I messed up, and didn't explain very well in the following interview. So I drove home and got hammered with everyone. Good times.

Today, Rex, Shing and I saw French and Saunders live at the Royal Drury Lane Theatre, which was really good, except the seats were far too small for the average bear, or me. The show was funny, and I had some ice cream flavoured with chocolate yum, but I fear it could have been more clever. The show, not the ice cream. Though either would have been fantastic.

Paired updating? Why not

Yesterday I met up with the fools, by which I mean Mike, Pete and Chloe, for the upcoming Alumni ball that evening, which rex viciously and without repent stole my car to drive another set of fools down to the lovely town/city of Exeter to save some hearts via the walking in a exeter shaped circumference. Anyway, we prepped ourselves with the Goose, which may have been a mistake, then bust up the ball, which was near Holborn.

Exceptionally fancy place, far too fancy for any of us, well at least me. We grabbed a pint at the front bar (4 quid a pint), then went into the main sparkly hall with huge chandeleurs and spiffiness. Some free champagne later and a professional photo, and we were all seated on our table. After an initial table bonding taste test of jelly beans (which we never found out the answer to on the night), we had some very fancy but scrummy food. Small portions and all that. Mike and I polished off a bottle and a bit of red wine, while we watched a video on the people the ball is helping. There was then a crazy OC style auction where people were bidding thousands on signed photos of celebrities. Pretty crazy. We didn't bid at all.

The night then spiralled into the usual drink fuelled dancing sessions most people get involved in while wearing dresses and tuxes. This time I chose to wear a tux, however. The DJ stopped an hour early though, as they apparently lost power, which was annoying, but the live band before were very good, and blues brothers like at points. Anyway, we left, and I got exceptionally annoyed at my inability to find the 25 bus stop. Ah well. Good night

Today we mostly went for breakfast, NOT in spoons and I whittled away the hours of my existence by playing fable 2. Good game. Bit addictive.

The Devil in the wishing well...

Yesterday Rex and I had the stupid idea of going for a run, which resulted in all manner of death for Tom, mainly of the heart and the lungs. It's quite scary really, you'd hope it catalyses me to get fit.... scoff. haw haw.

Anyway, we made some excellent casserole, I'd try and remember what it consisted of, but that was like 1.5 months ago. I mean, yes I'm writing this right now..... Rex and I then decided to carry on our martini addiction (or Vespa, ala original James Bond) while trying to write a song. It didn't really work, and it turns out we stole the chord progression from Finley Quaye & William Orbit - Dice. Ah well.

Moving swiftly on, today we made use of our time and visited the London Transport Museum, which has been done up since I went there last. Muchos enjoyable, and we got to go around and stamp a little green booklet to prove we'd been around the entire museum. Good fun. I played on a bus. As the accompanying photo shows. We also drove the tube, myself very poorly, possibly why I'm not going for a TFL job. We also learnt that u can get electrocuted on electrified tracks. We had lunch which was awesome as it was wagamama, plus some form of coffee related shiz. Followed by some shopping then home. Russ went home to Orpington, while Rex and I met Joff and Sarah at Wembley Arena for Fall Out Boy, supported by Boys Like Girls.

I had been quite excited about BLG, though me and rex also decided to have some large form of alcohol consumption as we didn't have jobs and damn the world. Anyway, BLG played an epically short set, which I was annoyed at, we had seating tickets rather than pit tickets, though FOB were good. I was sitting next to someone the size of Germany though, very annoying. Was still good though, fun times. Long trip home.

In cunning preparation

for seeing High School Musical 3 later this week, or at some point when we have some free time in our busy busy bum schedules. Not that I schedule bumming sessions or anything. They're just first come first serve....

We decided to have a HSM fest round Dan and Tracey as they hadn't properly seen the first 2, the fools. Some destruction of Dan's soul later, we got dominos pizza, which as usual was awesome, followed by watching Surf's up which wasn't too bad, but wasn't quite a humour filled gallivant around town.

I'd gallivant all over Troy.

Wore Dress. Excellent

3 Doors Down

Very good. Rex let me drink beer. It was pretty excellent all round, except they were wildly ambitious expensive. The Indigo2 is awesome, we had some crazy 3 course Thai meal deal for 7.99 there. I love the O2 lots. Proof:

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