I forgot to tell you why the girl doing the quizzing in the George was so annoying!
Basically, she would ask the question, and leave us time to think about it and write anaswers down. Then, she would exclaim: "I'll repeat that again", and give us the question for a second time.
NO. No you won't! You WON'T repeat it again, because you haven't repeated it a first time!!!
Noone else knew quite what I was getting so worked up about...
Also, is this amusing or not? Answers on a postcard
June 27, 2007
Diolch yn fawr
I don't know why that title is in Welsh. You can blame my brother who, having returned from the place where sheep need fear for their innocence, has taken to communicating in some bizarre tongue. It's ancient inflections and bestial accents, forged in ancient times by pagan scribes, huddled around the blue flame of the village fire as the ethereal smoke wafts up to the night sky in a smokey hue; the shamans intone their wicked chants and cast their runes in the dust, 100 innocent virgins lined up to be sacrificed to the nether realm. That or he's speaking welsh. But what do I know?
Chard has been a busy busy busy bunny. In fact, that's rubbish, he hasn't been a bunny at all. He's still been human, but a particularly busy one. Such is that previous sentence rendered useless.
It's raining outside. I prune my non-trees with non-sequiturs.
Once a Catholic is over! Yes indeed, and it is a sad fact to be sure. Ne'er again will Cuthbert grace the stage in his flowing dressing gown of pure silk, ne'er again will Derek charm his way into the Bristol cities of Mary Mooney before proposing to Mary McGinty, ne'er again will Mr Emmanuelli proclaim his wish for the nuns to be raped by the police while Father Mullarkey splutters his lines out over a bottle of whiskey, ne'er again will Mary Gallagher have to listen to Cuthbert spout random crap and then have to endure receiving a sharp whack with a (hard) copy of the Scottish play, never again will 3 little maids from school annoy the hell out of the rest of the cast and crew, and never again will 3 nuns rule life for Our Lady of Fatima with their strict, obviously lesbian ways.
Sarah is in Argentina, though she has the Internet and thus the power to annoy me (i kid i kid), and will be until aaaages away from now. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I thought she might like to be included in my random blathering this morning.
God it's actually morning... something's wrong with me... non-pruning shears....
Helen is BACK from Italy! She missed nothing but once a catholic, and appears to have spent her entire time up towers, in domes and seeing mint humbugs. Unfortunately, being back she is no longer safe, and I feel it is my solemn duty to annoy her. Mwahaha.
AHA! A story! Interesting things to be told! See below:
NO not here, this is just me saying 2 things annoying me, the interesting bit is below, go further down.
I've had a very interesting few days. I guess it starts at about 7.30 Sunday. So let's go there. I spent the evening with Rob, Tom and I working hard on the pub quiz while listening to Chris and Nick argue violently. I wasn't really listening much, but the argument seemed to eventually boil down to:
Chris: "I think this because of this"
Nick: "But I don't agree with that, I think this"
Chris: "I get what you're saying, but this means that that must be this"
Nick: "OK, I see where you're coming from, but I think this"
Chris: "I respect that you think this, but I think this"
Nick: "You are entitled to think that, but I subscribe to this view"
Chris: "Fiddlededee and forsooth, for I ponder thus wise"
Nick: "Giggles and glee, for see my thinking now as this"
Tom: "Guys did she say Kurdistan or Uzbekistan?"
Chris "TOM SHUT UP! SHUT THE F*CK UP YOU PRICK GOD YOU ARE SO ANNOYING!"
I thought the entire proceeding was pretty damn funny. And we didn't win the quiz.
So, Monday. I woke up and felt my tummy a rumblin'. So I did my particulars of hygiene, and went and ate. After eating I was sitting there feeling like a fat lazy b'stard (nothing new) so I packed up my stuff in an old kit back and decided that time was right to go for a walk to replenish my appetite and feed my body with some relaxation. So off I set. After about 3 minutes I felt a vibration and I answered my phone and talked to Rob for a bit. After agreeing to go to his after my walk I went into T62 (locked) and carried on through the park toward Coney Hall. At this point it started to piss it down with rain (relatively, considering elsewhere) so I diverted my course and ducked into FancyDressMe.com to annoy Simon and Emily for a while while waiting for the inclement weather to subside. I felt another vibration in my pocket; from Ami this time. Apparently she'd seen me walking around. Well, it had to be statistically impossible for no one to see me (I am visible I think), but I replied, and she replied and so on and so forth. Anyway, it got to the point where we arranged to meet in Bromley. First I went to Rob's to honour his invitation, and after getting my arse completely handed to me on both Mortal Kombat and Mario Strikers, he went to wash his hair and get changed (took about an hour) before we boarded the 119 to our destination. We met up with Ami and her friends (all lovely people, none of whom lynched me but all of whom now probably think I'm gay, how does that keep happening) for a while, sat and chatted while Rob used them to persuade me to going to Lloyds that night for the birthday celebrations of Monsieur Trimmings
It must be said here and now. I detest Lloyds with all my heart and my very living soul. A den of inequity and chavs, the service and produce poor. And they don't let me in on Thursdays to Saturdays.
So, after a quick stop in Waitrose to say hello to people there, Rob and I (Ami and that lot are underage so we left them somewhere in Bromley) went into Lloyds to despair and drink. And so we did until Liam, Sean Alex and Kat turned up. We said various hellos and greetings and proceeded to take the sofas. Various people showed up and whatso. At this point (2020) Rob and I decided that, being the peckish people we probably were, that we should order food. This food arrived at about 2215. Strike 1 Lloyds. While waiting for the food, I was waiting at the bar for 50 minutes. Strike 2. I probably wouldn't have been served at all if I hadn't shown off a bit of skin for the barmen. Honestly! So, other than the company it wasn't an amazing evening.
Tuesday, I worked myself to the marrow as per usual, somehow reduced the lunchroom to fits of childish laughter simply by asking Anita how full her sacks were (seriously, what's wrong with that?!) and after the day I came home. After some recuperation I donned my clean white shirt of power and drove off to Sarah's to see her and Evelyn. After about... 3 hours of watching them beautify themselves (which is foolish since they're gawjus anyway) we and the Greenhalgh Chris ventured to the George. Which is basically the railway with different people and a different shape. I kid you not. Twas decided again we'd battle our way through Tuesday's quiz (same as the Railway's) and again, we failed to win. We then all went our respective ways and I drove around for a while with music blaring at a respectable level of volume. Was rather nice.
And now I am sitting here writing absolute crap again. If you made it far without breaking out into convulsions I admire your central nervous system's tenacity. I shall no doubt see you all soon
ch'd
Playing: Guitar Hero II
Reading: 'Coming Soon' -BLT.com
Listening to: 'Your God' - Stone Sour
Annoyed with: Not much
Mood: Tired yet hyper...
Song currently stuck in head: 'Madhouse' - Anthrax
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Amaranth' - Nightwish. NOW GIVE US IT YOU BASTARDS!
Chard has been a busy busy busy bunny. In fact, that's rubbish, he hasn't been a bunny at all. He's still been human, but a particularly busy one. Such is that previous sentence rendered useless.
It's raining outside. I prune my non-trees with non-sequiturs.
Once a Catholic is over! Yes indeed, and it is a sad fact to be sure. Ne'er again will Cuthbert grace the stage in his flowing dressing gown of pure silk, ne'er again will Derek charm his way into the Bristol cities of Mary Mooney before proposing to Mary McGinty, ne'er again will Mr Emmanuelli proclaim his wish for the nuns to be raped by the police while Father Mullarkey splutters his lines out over a bottle of whiskey, ne'er again will Mary Gallagher have to listen to Cuthbert spout random crap and then have to endure receiving a sharp whack with a (hard) copy of the Scottish play, never again will 3 little maids from school annoy the hell out of the rest of the cast and crew, and never again will 3 nuns rule life for Our Lady of Fatima with their strict, obviously lesbian ways.
Sarah is in Argentina, though she has the Internet and thus the power to annoy me (i kid i kid), and will be until aaaages away from now. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I thought she might like to be included in my random blathering this morning.
God it's actually morning... something's wrong with me... non-pruning shears....
Helen is BACK from Italy! She missed nothing but once a catholic, and appears to have spent her entire time up towers, in domes and seeing mint humbugs. Unfortunately, being back she is no longer safe, and I feel it is my solemn duty to annoy her. Mwahaha.
AHA! A story! Interesting things to be told! See below:
NO not here, this is just me saying 2 things annoying me, the interesting bit is below, go further down.
- Nightwish!! STOP TEASING US! we are but mere mortals!
- Bromley Little Theatre! Put those reviews of OaC up! Stop tormenting I!
I've had a very interesting few days. I guess it starts at about 7.30 Sunday. So let's go there. I spent the evening with Rob, Tom and I working hard on the pub quiz while listening to Chris and Nick argue violently. I wasn't really listening much, but the argument seemed to eventually boil down to:
Chris: "I think this because of this"
Nick: "But I don't agree with that, I think this"
Chris: "I get what you're saying, but this means that that must be this"
Nick: "OK, I see where you're coming from, but I think this"
Chris: "I respect that you think this, but I think this"
Nick: "You are entitled to think that, but I subscribe to this view"
Chris: "Fiddlededee and forsooth, for I ponder thus wise"
Nick: "Giggles and glee, for see my thinking now as this"
Tom: "Guys did she say Kurdistan or Uzbekistan?"
Chris "TOM SHUT UP! SHUT THE F*CK UP YOU PRICK GOD YOU ARE SO ANNOYING!"
I thought the entire proceeding was pretty damn funny. And we didn't win the quiz.
So, Monday. I woke up and felt my tummy a rumblin'. So I did my particulars of hygiene, and went and ate. After eating I was sitting there feeling like a fat lazy b'stard (nothing new) so I packed up my stuff in an old kit back and decided that time was right to go for a walk to replenish my appetite and feed my body with some relaxation. So off I set. After about 3 minutes I felt a vibration and I answered my phone and talked to Rob for a bit. After agreeing to go to his after my walk I went into T62 (locked) and carried on through the park toward Coney Hall. At this point it started to piss it down with rain (relatively, considering elsewhere) so I diverted my course and ducked into FancyDressMe.com to annoy Simon and Emily for a while while waiting for the inclement weather to subside. I felt another vibration in my pocket; from Ami this time. Apparently she'd seen me walking around. Well, it had to be statistically impossible for no one to see me (I am visible I think), but I replied, and she replied and so on and so forth. Anyway, it got to the point where we arranged to meet in Bromley. First I went to Rob's to honour his invitation, and after getting my arse completely handed to me on both Mortal Kombat and Mario Strikers, he went to wash his hair and get changed (took about an hour) before we boarded the 119 to our destination. We met up with Ami and her friends (all lovely people, none of whom lynched me but all of whom now probably think I'm gay, how does that keep happening) for a while, sat and chatted while Rob used them to persuade me to going to Lloyds that night for the birthday celebrations of Monsieur Trimmings
It must be said here and now. I detest Lloyds with all my heart and my very living soul. A den of inequity and chavs, the service and produce poor. And they don't let me in on Thursdays to Saturdays.
So, after a quick stop in Waitrose to say hello to people there, Rob and I (Ami and that lot are underage so we left them somewhere in Bromley) went into Lloyds to despair and drink. And so we did until Liam, Sean Alex and Kat turned up. We said various hellos and greetings and proceeded to take the sofas. Various people showed up and whatso. At this point (2020) Rob and I decided that, being the peckish people we probably were, that we should order food. This food arrived at about 2215. Strike 1 Lloyds. While waiting for the food, I was waiting at the bar for 50 minutes. Strike 2. I probably wouldn't have been served at all if I hadn't shown off a bit of skin for the barmen. Honestly! So, other than the company it wasn't an amazing evening.
Tuesday, I worked myself to the marrow as per usual, somehow reduced the lunchroom to fits of childish laughter simply by asking Anita how full her sacks were (seriously, what's wrong with that?!) and after the day I came home. After some recuperation I donned my clean white shirt of power and drove off to Sarah's to see her and Evelyn. After about... 3 hours of watching them beautify themselves (which is foolish since they're gawjus anyway) we and the Greenhalgh Chris ventured to the George. Which is basically the railway with different people and a different shape. I kid you not. Twas decided again we'd battle our way through Tuesday's quiz (same as the Railway's) and again, we failed to win. We then all went our respective ways and I drove around for a while with music blaring at a respectable level of volume. Was rather nice.
And now I am sitting here writing absolute crap again. If you made it far without breaking out into convulsions I admire your central nervous system's tenacity. I shall no doubt see you all soon
ch'd
Playing: Guitar Hero II
Reading: 'Coming Soon' -BLT.com
Listening to: 'Your God' - Stone Sour
Annoyed with: Not much
Mood: Tired yet hyper...
Song currently stuck in head: 'Madhouse' - Anthrax
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Amaranth' - Nightwish. NOW GIVE US IT YOU BASTARDS!
June 14, 2007
Once a Catholic - Take 1
Yes tonight was the charity performance for Once a Catholic at Bromley Little Theatre. It went very well, with only one or two minor hiccups/observations:
Just don't let there be anymore priests in the audience...
- Ami and I are SO gonna run out of things to talk about before those house lights go down
- The Prompt needs a prompt.
- Stage lights are still hot
- Audiences don't always laugh at everything, and yet they laugh at the strangest things...
- That sofa needs brakes
Just don't let there be anymore priests in the audience...
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