They stood alone. Trapped in a cavernous hole, their team-mates lying in shallow graves around the cavern. One listening intently to the dying sounds of gunfire echoing through the dark cave. One looked over his shoulder. His comrade was a gibbering wreck, the hellish sounds of their men's last moments echoing in his mind. They were trapped in this cave. The one possible exit route was too small to squeeze through. They had explosives; they could tunnel their way out, but it would draw attention to their position. He stood in silence against the wall, listening as the last of their foe slowly made his way to their position. He was swift, cunning and deadly. Using ropes to navigate through the damp walls; he was getting closer...

There were two walls between them, large masses of rock. It was his turn now, his friend was in no shape for any more combat. He took his weapon, and quietly loaded it. He took a cautionary step back. If he missed, it was all over. He aimed at the rock in front of him. He was shooting blind, he knew that, but it was his only chance of killing his opponent before he was killed. He steadied his breath, and pulled the trigger. It took less than 5 seconds for all 50 of the weapons bullets to be fired. As the smoke cleared, he looked through the hole in the rock. 5 metres away, in the other rock, a similar hole had been punched through. There was no sign of life. He breathed a hefty sigh of relief and slumped down against the wall.

As he looked skyward, he saw a large red telephone ringing merrily. He pressed the appropriate key, and read the message with a slight grin on his face:

Megatrobe: NEH!!!

Chuckling slightly, he typed out a reply.

'chard: OOoh yes! Pwned like a n00b!!!

Then, simply because that was what he'd been animated to do, he put away the gun, stood, and jumped up and down rather stupidly. But there would always be the next game...

-

Welcome to the cartoonish hellhole of Worms2! That was a slight dramatisation of how I won last night. Expect to see the full series on BBC2 in the Spring.

-

FAO: /fpoole_ In the last post where you wrote about the Tate, I commented on my own sculpture. Here are a few photographs of said sculpture:

3/4 View
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0687.jpg

Front View
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0686.jpg

Back View
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0685.jpg

Side View
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0684.jpg

-

Well, must go do some practise maps on Worms. An Ub3R-l337 Pl4yA doesn't make itself you know.

G'3 hours after my parents SHOULD have been home (hmph)
'chard

Whoa, been a while since I've been here! I apologise to all those who have come to this blog expecting to see a new witty post, full of scathing remarks and my usual brand of quick witted comments, only to find that once again I have neglected to post. I think the two weeks away from this world has forced me out of the habit! Egads, what is this world coming to? I apologise profusely. Stompp, Teradud, here's your post! I'll try and make it interesting and rather long this time eh?

At this juncture I think I'll change the music I'm listening to. OneHundredHours are good and all, but it ain't my blogging atmosphere. Unless I play track 7 of Cardiphonia...

Richard plays : "At The Foot Of The Cross" by OneHundredHours

Ah yes, that's what I need. Sentimental music, with a hint of melancholy depression to it. Yup, there go Sarah's knees... crack.

Dang, and the song finishes. NEED MUSIC!!! Hmm, something on my own playlist perhaps...

Richard rummages around in his playlist

Ooh UNKLE, haven't heard that one in a while...

Richard presses play

Richard stops with the bold text, because it will be rather cluttering

Ok, now I suppose I should get to the post.

-

As seems to be the trend in the blogs of late, I shall be like a sheep and post my GCSE results (that's General Certificate of Secondary Education to you, you plebian). I shall consult my Candidate Statement of Provisional Results (how smart do I sound?) and tell you.

So, in no particular order :

AQA (Assessment and Qualifications Alliance *smug*)

Drama - B
English - A*
English Literature - A*

(Oh yes, bow down ye mighty and despair!)

German - B
Maths Statistics (Foundation) - D

I think AQA are used to catering for imbeciles by what they put at the bottom of the page :

Number of Results 5 (Five)

Like we don't know what the number five looks like...

"What? How many is that? 5? How many is that"
"Oh, I'm sorry dear, I should have made it more clear, they mean V"
"You mean they don't use Roman Numerals? What incompetent cretins!"

Honestly...

OCR (Oracles Can't Read)

Media Studies - A
Science: Double Award - CC

I fail to recognise Cubic Centimetres as my grade...

Edexcel (Birthplace of the band Edex : Extra Dull Electronic Xylophone Creation Emulation Laptop)

GNVQ ICT - Pass (So 4 C's)
Maths - U

Yes, you read that right. I got myself a U in Maths. I am rather narked off about it though, for one reason :

I PASSED MATHS!!! I GOT A BLOODY C ON IT!!!

Wait, I can prove it! :

JUN 2004 5525 MATHS 05/06 305/480

And what does it say on the markscheme on the back? I need 288 to get a C, 336 to get a B. I got a bloomin' C on that paper! DAMN YOU COURSEWORK!! RARG!!

-

Ok, rant over. So, what has happened to me of late? I think I mentioned that I bought my suit for the Sixth Form (expect photos), but I recently bought a tie!!! Which I believe I HAVE mentioned... oh swud.

Erm... what could I talk about? I need a muse... which is ironic now they've just started playing on my playlist....

For the last week my evenings between around 8 to some obscene hour in the evening/morning have been spent talking to Sarah (who is in Wales, hence the lack of blogs. Actually, she was about to blog on Monday, but I unintentionally prevented her from doing so...) on the telephone device. Had some very interesting/informative/scary conversations. There was probably a point to that, but I can't think of what it was... Well, she gets back tomorrow, then there's only 35 days until she goes to Oxford, and my life comes to an end.

Oh, remember the photos in the last few posts? I saw li'l Zoe again! Woo!

Nice little aside there. Ooh, looks like it might rain! Wait.. IT IS RAINING!!! 1 moment, I feel the need to go and run around in it...

Ok, that was fun. Yesterday, i went ot my friend Claire's 17th, where I was appalled to find I was the only one drinking the Lipton's Ice Tea!! Peach flavour as well!!! No, they were all on the alcohol of course. Tsk tsk tsk.

Of late, I've had some fun playing Megatrobe and Teradud at Worms 2 online, where I believe I am steadily getting better. It's been a while since I played it so much. Ok, I think I should stop here, I'm beginning to ramble. I think I need to recharge my humour battery. Ok, goodbye dear peoples!

Spellcheck in progress...

Spellcheck done.

G'15:38
'chard

Playing: Soul Calibur II
Reading: My Calvin and Hobbes collection
Listening to: "Whole World In His Hands" - Tim Hughes
Watching: The Matrix Reloaded : Burly Brawl scene
Annoyed with: How little rain we just had...
Confused about: Why I havent done this signoff for so long
Mood: All good! Greater than Great!!
Song currently stuck in head: "Babycakes" - Three of a Kind

Dave's Done!

How sexy are you?
Find out your sauce level.

You're SIZZLING (and you
know it) You hardly need us to remind you that you radiate raunch: you're a
walking, talking goddess. No man has a snowball's chance when you decide you
want him - he's about to be eaten for breakfast. Your cast-iron confidence is
admirable - we'll have some of that, please. But, occasionally, you can come
across as downright scary. A milder man might not be a match for your full-on
sexiness and unstoppable innuendoes. Sometimes, in fact, he might prefer a cup
of tea.
Boost your sex appeal by: not feeling you have to be full-on sexy
24/7. Showing that there's more to you than sultry stares and saucy comments

I knew it all along!

Once again I was perusing the relationship articles on various sites, and came up with the shortest response to a question I've thus far seen :

-

Why are men afraid to say the word love?
Easy - because it's soppy. Sounds stupid doesn't it? If you really, really need to hear it, ask. Wait for a private, intimate moment, then ask him to say that he loves you. And when he does, tell him you love him too - but don't expect to hear it every time you see him

-

Love. See? No problem.
While it is very fun looking at these articles, there are a few I am avoiding. "Good Vibrations" was a heading I was staying well away from.

-

Well, as the previous post mentioned, social occassions loomed large over the last two days. And how many did I go to? Neither. The social 'do' I cancelled due to a rather large distraction that needed some priority, and London would have occured if I had managed to stay awake after my alarm went off (which was no fault of mine I hasten to add. Late nights do equal tiredness.) So, it seems that the only major social occassion that will be occuring this week will be Thursday and the publication of the GCSE results. Oh joy...

Still, today has not been totally wasted I am happy to say. I at least managed to catch up on some sleep that I had been due for 2 weeks, and I managed to buy a tie at Oxfam for 6th form. T'was £1.99, which was rather expensive for a charity shop in my eyes, but since I don't shop at them on a regular basis I can't really comment. I then got home, and almost fell asleep (having eaten my lunch) in front of Reservoir Dogs.

Hey! I was tired, alright!

Still, Reservoir Dogs. Good film, though very different to what I was expecting. Much more enjoyable than the mindless bloodletting of Kill Bill (which is still enjoyable, but in a different way. Heck, I'm male! Speaking of mindless gore, Passion of the Christ is out soon...). So, all in all, good film. I then decided I was rather bored and would check out relationship articles on the internet.

Flirts are touchy feely people, although oddly enough only with men. They touch the man they're talking to in innocuous enough places - little patson the arm for example; there's not a law against that. And they invariably talk about things that they have in common with the man: mutual friends, work experiences etc., things that exclude you from the conversation.

Ouch, thats a little close to home...

Well anyway, im rambling now. This post could very easily turn into another simple copy and paste of the internet telling women what men do to show they like them (sigh so I shall stop now and check for spelling errors (I do do it sometimes you know).

G'12 hours after got to sleep this morning
'chard

Dave's Done

Lo all you blog readers. I have almost totally caught up with all my internet activities that selfishly continued without my marvelous presence. All blogs read, all forums caught up on and I am very enraged at PinkDucklings blog. Nearly 1000 hits already??? Dern you Chinese people that read her blog! Just because she's female!!!

-

That's that said. I have a busy week ahead of me it seems. I have been invited out to some social 'do' tonight which will involve some o' the youth that were down in Somerset last week. Expect drunkenness it seems. Then I am (finally) going to London with my friends tomorrow, which we are sorting out now, then on Thursday I am going to get my GCSE results. Which will be nice.

Ok, Sarah is confusing me on MSN, so i had better go.

Daves Done.

Ah, sitting here with a cup of cold custard, looking up really pointless things about relationships on MSN today. Enjoy :D

-

"Why does knicker elastic spontaneously melt on contact with a bad boy? You make nice guys wait until the third date, but a bad lad growls something provocative and before you know where you are, you're using your ankles as earrings.

Bad boys have long been successful with a certain kind of woman - the kind with blood in her veins. Actors often say that they relish playing villains because they are more interesting than good guys and it is true in real life. Bad boys are so much more exciting. They are considerably more work and invariably cause more heartache, but there's something undeniably attractive about men who don't play by the rules. They don't even have to be good looking. It's easy to see why the likes of Robbie Williams and Colin Farrell go through women like Dale Winton goes through bottles of fake tan, but Russell Crowe is not on the same plane of physical beauty and he left a trail of broken hearts before settling down. Further along that scale of not being oil paintings, Oliver Reed, Mick Jagger, Rod Stewart and Jack Nicholson all enjoyed outrageous success with the ladies in their heyday and Jagger shows no sign of giving up the chase despite almost needing a motorised granny buggy to keep up. Arguably you don't need looks when you're as rich and famous as they are, but how do you explain James Hewitt's success? The self-confessed bounder is famous in the sense of being one of the most hated men in England, and he would have been considerably wealthier had he managed to flog Princess Diana's love letters, but what is there to like? His performance in his TV documentary painted him as self-centred, egotistical, pompous, arrogant and dull. He appeared to treat women merely as sex objects - his fondness for sexually explicit text messages was toe-curlingly embarrassing - but the upper class fillies on which he preys don't seem to mind. Perhaps there's an element of sexual tourism in Hewitt's appeal - might women want to sleep with him purely because of his relationship with the Princess of Wales? Or is it just that he's an obvious wrong 'un? Whatever it is, mystifyingly, it still works for him.
Back in the real world, there are many kinds of bad boys, such as hell-raisers, womanisers, alcoholics, gangsters, bullies, misogynists, druggies and rebels. On paper there's little to recommend any of them and naturally they all make terrible boyfriends, but that's all part of the fun. In fact, the more difficult they are, the more we seem to run after them.
Bad boys let you down at short notice, never call when they say they're going to and expect you to drop everything - particularly your lingerie - the instant they do. They think commitment is what happens to people who get sent to mental hospitals and that faithfulness is not getting off with anyone else while you're in the room.
Why do we put up with it? Wild, unpredictable sex has a lot to do with it, at least in the early days. There's nothing quite like being taken unawares and not knowing what is going to happen next can be very sexy. Emotionally, bad boys are a challenge and in a perverse way the insecurity they promote can be exciting - they certainly don't give you the opportunity to get bored with their reliability. That lack of security can make you try harder and, infuriating though it is, many women are suckers for the old treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen routine.
Are you going to be the woman that tames him? Will you bring him to heel where all others have failed? Probably not, but it can be fun trying for a little while. Just don't make the mistake of taking him seriously. Bad boy relationships aren't meant to last and chances are he's on the lookout for his next conquest while he's tickling your tonsils with his tongue. Enjoy it for what it is.
Bad boys are for not for life, just for Friday nights and whirlwind flings. Oh and a bit of wild, unpredictable sex... "

-

Any help to anyone? How about this one? 48 ways to look better naked? Hmm, i'll skip that one.

-

Why are men frightened by groups of laughing women at parties?
Laughing women? Men are frightened by posses of women at parties, full stop – giggling or not. It takes a pretty brave soul to approach a group of women in a social situation and an even braver one to not actually run away with his tail between his legs after two minutes. I don’t think that the fact that they could be laughing is the only issue. After all, a throng of serious, miserable-looking women is just as intimidating, albeit in a different way. It’s just the group thing. There’s one of me, loads of them, so surely they’re going to eat me alive if I go anywhere near them with a chat-up line?
I must admit that, even for the most confident of men, there’s always the nagging feeling, when you’re standing next to a bunch of chuckling women at a party, that they are not really having a laugh amongst themselves – no, they must be taking the piss out of me, my haircut, that spot on the left side of my neck, and the new pair of shoes I bought especially for tonight and was paranoid about, anyway. That might sound stupid and insecure, but I don’t think these types of feelings are unique to men. If the situation were reversed, few women would have the guts to approach a gang of bellowing blokes. Men are too often burdened with this image of being sexual predators, and it’s worth bearing in mind that we, too, are only human
-

Ooh! Five ways to flirt online!

-


It used to be that a coy sideways glance or an accidental touch of a hand was a sure fire way to let someone know you were interested in getting a little closer. But in the online world of the 21st century, with so much human interaction taking place online, how do you get the message across that you're up for upping the ante? How do you 'wink across the web' (so to speak) and indulge in some gentle flirting?Check out these five ways you can keep an e-conversation going and pique your match's interest:

1. Respond to emails promptly Finding a personal email in your inbox is like getting a Valentine, no matter what time of year it is. If you receive an email, reply right away. Your match will know you're paying attention, and that alone will make him or her feel a little special.

2. Ask an "innocent" question Ask if he has any special plans for the upcoming weekend or if she's doing anything on Saturday. Not only will you find out more about what your match does with his or her free time, you may be able to find an opening for a seemingly accidental run-in. You're going to that new Italian place? What a coincidence! I had planned to go there too ... Get the idea?

3. Hint at an intriguing story But don't spill the beans all at once. Mention that you're still unpacking your overnight bag and shaking the sand out of your shoes from last weekend's great adventure. What adventure? Let your match wonder ... and send you another email to get the scoop.

4. Remember that a little bit goes a long way Don't flood your match's inbox with pages of jokes and anecdotes. Keep it short and sweet. Very sweet. Even though you're dying to dive in and chat all day, show a little restraint. Better to leave him or her wanting more than wishing you'd give it a rest.

5. Sign off suggestively Save that stiff businesslike "sincerely" for your work-related correspondence. To end your letter on a flirtatious note, turn up the heat with a "yours," "wish I were saying this in person" or even "xoxo." It doesn't take a genius to adapt the basics of good, old-fashioned flirting to the new world of online interaction. A little sweetness, a little coyness and showing a personal interest in your match will get your message across loud and clear even if it is only communicated through crafty coquettish keystrokes.

-

Pah, all so foolish!

I'll leave it there, i've finished my custard.

Hello all you people that read my blog, and I apologise for the lack of posts for the last long time.

So what has been going on with the me? Well, SITC took up a week, tyhough most of it was spent with me in some amount of agony due to tonsillitis (ironically I have a sore throat at the moment) but was all well and fun. Then I was home for a week, were every day I woke at 9.30 just so I could talk to Sarah in Spain (and on one occasion blog for her), then spending the rest of my day whiling away the hours in a rather dull and pointless ways (like blogging about KitKats). Then, I went to Stompps on the Friday, then I went to Trafalgar Square on Saturday (for some details of this, and to read of her plight with a fat woman, read JAJ’s latest post). Then I went away, of to sunny Shapton Mullet (Shepton Mallet) for 2 weeks! Whee!

New Wine

They say wine gets better with age, so I don’t know why they say this is New Wine when it is in fact a really great week. So, about 8 families from our church and some youth gathered on the high ground of Blue 11, only to be told that apparently there was a hurricane warning for that day. I whacked in a few more tent pegs, just to be sure and let the week commence.

Day 1

I awoke at 7.15, a mild itching in my right ear. I put on my Gems shirt (since I would be working in Gems for the week. That’s the little people, 0-2’s) and set off with the youth to Gems for the morning. After 2 hours of standing at a gate in the relative cold, I was rather fed up. So, the morning work over, I went back to camp and spent the rest of the day talking to the youth.

Day 2

Had no sleep for this one. My ear was in so much pain by now that sleep was an impossibility. I went wit mum to the medical centre, where I was given Paracetamol to take. I skipped Gems on this day, resting my little ears by reading a book instead. Good book too.

Day 3

Had a good one here. Woke up at 4.30 in the morning with the horrid taste of blood in the back of my throat, which was not particularly pleasant. I left my tent to find some water to wash my mouth out with, only to meet one of our youth coming back to our tent, having been out with some girl all night. 4.30!!! Bradshaw you flirt! So, blood clotting at the back of my throat was not pleasant, so I washed it out best as I could, and then walked around the campsite for 3 hours until my parents woke up. Not all bad, I got to see this view of the dawn :

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0572.jpg

Day off today! Went to Taunton to buy things, came home with a brand new box of Paracetamol! Oh how proud I was! Came home to find the communal group BBQ in progress, and got to meet this lass young Bradshaw was out with until the wee hours with :

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0577.jpg

Christabel. What a name!!!

Day 4

Woke up. Gems. Lunch. Talking. Dinner. Talking. Sleep.

Day 5

As above, until I get a phone call from Sarah. Then my battery went, so I tried again. Then my battery went again. Then I stole my mums phone. Then we broke up (relationship, not the phone line; that was rather good quality). Slept.

Changeover Day

Woke up, packed up my tent, moved along to Green 5. Chatted with remaining youth, until about 2.30 (ish) when I went to have a shower. Left shower and returned to camp, to find 4 people talking to my mother. 3 of which I’m rather happy to see, one whom I was both very happy and very pissed off at seeing. My ex!!

Soul Survivor (Yes, I know that should be ‘Survivour’)

Day 1

Helped my EX and her sister and friend move their tents to Red 4, whilst waiting for the rest o’ the youth to get to the site. They came. Talked. Slept.

Rest of the week:

Woke up, went to have breakfast, talked, went to a seminar on singleness on one of the mornings, went to meeting in the morning, came back, had lunch, talked, had dinner, went to evening meeting, talked/went places.

A bit more detail:

Ok, well there was about 40 of us in the place in total (well, our plot anyway, the whole campsite had about 11,000), a diverse bunch of nice, weird, Goth and the occasional few that if you’d met in the street you’d have avoided. We also had the flirtatious thief Sarah dropping in every now and then, stealing clothing, and even going as far as to buy me a hoodie (which I rather happen to like). Erm, what else…

Came home I suppose…

I suppose it was a lot more fun in person than it must sound here, but I liked it. And now for Thursday, and the GCSE results that accompany it!

Later lovely people.

Oooh, a few photies!

Andy (Necronz) in a pink t-shirt
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0545.jpg

Sarah, modelling some very nice glasses and a Gems shirt
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0632.jpg

Dan and the love of my life, Zoe
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0633.jpg

Me and Sarah on a primitive telephone system
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0653.jpg

The group
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/DSCF0659.jpg

My favourite picture, Me, Sarah and Vicky
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/Valmar/SarahandDickyBod.jpg

Later people!
'chard

Ah, another blissful blog. I'd like to apologise for the previous post, i just felt i should post something close to my heart. However, since my aorta cannot be put on the internet, i am forced to write about KitKats instead.

Sigh, I feel rather down at the minute. I don't know, just over the last few days I've been in a permanently melancholy mood. No idea why. Somethings just not right. I get bored far too easily, and i'm not particularly motivated to do anything (well, one thing, but getting up that early in the morning is killing me). Sigh.

Ah well. New blog by other dud Baz. Link to right, and don't bitch about Get Fuzzy Stompp and fpoole, i'll get onto it!!! :D

Ah hell with it. Night people

DickyBod's Guide on how to...

...correctly eat a two-fingered foil-wrapped KitKat

I have seen many different ways of eating these biscuits, yet there is only one true way. Which I should like to share with the world.

1) Take your KitKat. It must be the foil-wrapped two-fingered variety
2) Turn it so the Barcode/nutritional information faces upwards.
3) Find the join in the loop of paper. It is easy to find, since it carries the best before date on it.
4) Seperate the two ends of the loop, attempting to keep the seperation as clean as possible.
5) You should now be left with just the foil around the KitKat. Turn it back over.
6) Gently rub your finger along the surface of the foil, so that the writing on the top of the chocolate becomes visible through the foil
7) Take your fingernail and swiftly run it along the ridge in between the fingers of KitKat
8) With the foil still attached break the two fingers apart from each other
9) The folds of the foil should mean the fingers seperate easily. Each finger should now be individually wrapped in foil.
10) Remove some of the foil around one, so that as you eat, no chocolate melts onto your fingers because your holding foil.
11) Eat!

That's it! I can't take it any longer! I'm going to blog, like it or not!

-

Wow, it's like sitting in a familiar old armchair! This same old blog window. It's annoying little perks, coupled with the nice little features that make it all worthwhile...

-

Man, nostalgia really isn't what it used to be. The notebook was all well and good, but this newfangled internet thing is just so much more comfortable, and I get to listen to some relatively good music as I type. So anyway, what's been going on in the life o' teh dickybod?

-

The last week, as has previously been explained was spent in a city (well, more of a town) of tents adjacent to Eltham College. Throughout the day we would go to our individual groups to do work in the community.

Well... that was the idea. And for the most part, it was rather successful.

however, a few people were moderately confused to see me on MSN during the last week. In true Richard style, i managed to come down with tonsillitis for the week, meaning i missed the work Monday as i was rushed at quite a slow pace to my GP, then Tuesday was spent going home and being at home, with a rather interesting phone call to Sarah for most of the evening, where i had to envisage what it was she was asking for approval of, seeing as I wasn't there to see it (we're talking clothes here by the way); the highlight of Wednesday was being in my old routine of MSN, NS, NG, Blogs, SS, WMP, IOM, PS2, and all my other acronymed internet pastimes. Thursday I went back to Eltham, feeling slightly better, but since I was in bed until 5pm, I was slightly late to do any work. Then Friday! Friday was great fun!

-

Friday!!!

What a day this was! i woke up, feeling much worse in the throat than i had the previous evening, but i didn't grumble...much. Then, after breakfast, we went to the large tent for the morning meeting. After the initial shock of Mike Pilavachi sporting another fantastic shirt, there was the secondary shock of him with an afro. Communal embarrassment for Mike in Eltham that day was only heightened when, in true Soul Survivour tradition, he sang/crooned/ruined/destroyed a classic song. This year, twas the turn of Simon and Garfunkel's 'Bridge Over Troubled Water'. However, since the 3 tent 'cities' were linked by sattelite, we also had the pleasure of hearing Pete Hughes (whos brother is a singer, just for reference) and the other guy who's name always escapes me. So all in all, a fun morning, which could have been made better with the inclusion of a certain song. Honestly, Matt Redman should have been on the ball that moning...

So anyway, after lunch i finally got to go to Greenwich to do what it was i was meant to haver been doing for the entire week. After a lot of transport of things and a relatively long walk (with some back ache), i spent the next 4 hours serving drinks in Greenwich park to little kids. Bland as that sounds, i really enjoyed it. I guess you had to be there, no?

-

Well, this darn tonsil of mine is still being of the painful, so i may consider going back to the GP. Couldn't hurt right....right??

-

In other news, i've been killing myself in the effort and sheer willpower it is taking to be awake at 9.30 in the morning, just so i can talk to Sarah (who's in Spain, for those of ye who don't read her blog). Mornings were never my forte. Give me a nice comfortable afternoon anyday.

-

Thanks for reading. I'll type up the notebook when i can gather the energy and the botheredness.

-

Oh yes, new link catagory to the right. Have a clicky and have fun.

G'day that will cease to be the same day at 12 midnight, and will then become the next day.

Playing: Final Fantasy VII
Reading: 'Lord of the Shadows' - Darren Shan
Listening to: Facedown - Matt Redman
Watching: Futurama momentarily
Annoyed with: How short that storm just was
Confused about: Nothing really
Mood: Happy, in some pain
Song currently stuck in head: 'Mai ai hiii' - O-Zone