The good, the bad, and slightly wiered

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Hey all……

Well another interesting night down the pub.  Started off dull, but the music (as cheesy as it was) started flowing, and I have now just added my name to the pub as one of the builders by helping install a new make shift umbrella to shelter us from the sun/rain, being the unpredictable country this is.

On another note, I have finally worked out a saving Skeem to get over to the USA next year for VidCon.  The only downfall is that it means only 1 night a week drinking.  Its gonna be hard but well worth it.

On an even better note, I have just heard for the last hour, the music is gonna be… Wait for it…. Pop punk, hell yeah, some blink, abit of sum 41, roll on the good old days.

Anyway untill next time……

P.S sorry no pictures this time but the windows phone version of WordPress is not the easiest to negotiate.



To Dream

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Hey Guys

So its been a good weekend, (for a change), Met some new people, and for once, actually enjoyed it. I went down my old local for a few drinks, and it started out as a slow night. This was until midnight, when a party, down the road had finished, and the few people left standing dreamdecided to come down the pub. There was a variety of people, some, normal, (well as normal as the people I know),some Scottish, (well some one has to be), then there was a few people from London, Theatre going people, and one very interesting Mexican, who enjoyed lying on the Pool table, which was very distasteful =P. But there was one girl, who as drunk as she was, made some very good points. She started the conversation as anyone would, where are you from, what do you do. Then she took me by surprise and said are you happy, and if not why, and what do you want to do. I didn’t really now how to respond, “I know I don’t like my life, and I know I want to be in America”. It was strange, I had never answered that quick before to a question, I don’t know weather it was because I had a few drinks, or they just caught me off guard, but it got me thinking, why have I settled down so easily, I’m still young (ISH), and I still have allot to give, why should I not pursue my dreams. I know the main reason is financial security, but what is the point in that if all you’re doing is securing a future of boredom and misery.

Anyway, that’s enough for now.

Till next time…….

Art By  TakeTheMomen


I’m back, grumpy as ever

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Hey People

Sorry it’s been a while, but I’ve been in a bit of a funk.  

I don’t know how to explain it really, work is going well, money is good, but I’m just not happy right now.  I just don’t know what to do.  There seems to be nothing to get me excited about life at the moment, I wake up, wash, go to work, then go home, day in, day out.  then on the weekend, like tonight I decide to go down the pub.  But I sat there for a while, had two quick drinks, and thought what’s the point.  I was there just because that’s what I do on a Friday night, and I was bored out of my mind.  There seems to be nothing at the moment that really gets me going, no challenges, no different experiences, just every week, same as the last one, and it’s really starting to annoy me now.  but what to do.  

I’ve already missed out on the two things that I wanted to do this year, one being VIDCON, and two being SITC, which I intend to do next year, but I want to travel the USA as well.  I missed out on the gap year fun all my friends had because I never went to Uni, I went straight from school, to full time college, then straight to work.  but now I’m even more stuck because I bought a house, before I was really ready, and now I’m stuck with bill, after bill, with no chance of doing what I really want to do, and I think that is what gets me down more than anything, the fact that I have all these dreams, and no way to fund them because of the commitment I already have.

Anyway, enough of the rambles tonight.  I’ll be back doing my weekly post from now on.

The song to say it all

LOL (lots of love, not Laugh out load)

The Sims You Left Behind : The New Yorker

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Honored Leader, it’s so good to see you’ve returned!

When you disappeared, in 2003, we had to fend for ourselves. SimNation has changed radically since then. What you see now are the remnants of the Sims you left behind.

Forgive me for being so bold, Leader, but you look different. I assumed you’d been kidnapped by enemies, or your abode had been ransacked, but you actually look much nicer than you did when you left. Your captors must have treated you well. I see the blue highlights in your hair are gone, and you no longer wear your standard uniform of a No Doubt T-shirt, JNCO jeans, and a chain at your belt to safeguard your wallet from bandits. But your appearance is unimportant—what matters now is that you’re safe, and that we get you up to speed for the approaching invasion.

Green above-head diamonds don’t exist anymore. The hexagonal bipyramid is only varying degrees of red. No one has eaten or used the toilet for eleven years, but we cannot die. I must confess, there are those of us who wish we could.

My neighborhood, named “Neighborhood,” is deserted except for the social worker you trapped in my front yard. I’d like to say a belated thank you for building four walls around her. Without the makeshift prison you constructed, she would have taken my child away. As you know, I was unable to care for my baby at the time because you had me “Play in Bed” with other Sims all day. I’m still unsure why that was the command you gave me, but I followed your orders in good faith, believing that they served a higher purpose.

It was not long before the expansion packs fell into despair. The “Makin’ Magic” expansion created thousands of magicians, who didn’t care about character limits or the respect a man should have for magic. “House Party” quickly became a sick combination of “Lord of the Flies” and a fuck den. The “Superstar” section started its own cocaine-production business and is actually doing pretty well in this new world, so that’s a plus.

Following your departure, we were physically unable to do anything. Newspaper after newspaper piled up without anyone to click “Recycle.” We had refrigerators and ovens but no one to tell us to use them. After several years of this hell, Mr. Dumb Stupidass—the first Sim you created—discovered a way to leave his house without you. At the time, Mr. Stupidass was a Level 2 in his career track, “Pro Athlete,” so perhaps his resourcefulness is unsurprising. It was not long before he and a Level 3 “Scientist” you named Taylor HansonIsHot began running experiments.

In the beginning, some Sims were against experimenting on our own citizens. “Shloo Shlim Shlim!” cried the protesters, raising their angry fists to a now empty sky. But their cries went unheeded. Testing was done on the ground that it was the many before the few, that the ends would justify the means. And now, as a result of the tests, we are sentient. Though tasks such as how to “Use the Toilet” or “Go to Sleep” still elude us, we have attained mental and emotional independence.

The Sims are angry that you abandoned us, Madame Leader, and they are coming for you. Our new government has created a vast army of Sims controlled by other Sims. We’re strong, and we cannot be killed. Supreme Emperor King Stupidass has found a way into your world and plans to take it over. He has the means to succeed. This is my warning to you, as someone still loyal to your leadership after all these years.

I’m sorry, Madame Leader, but why the hell are you having me “Play in Bed” with another Sim? Now is not the time! Good God, have you heard anything I’ve said? This is your world at stake. Is it that you can’t understand me because I’m not speaking English and I’m grabbing my crotch like I have to pee? Humanity is in peril! Now my naked body is a blur because you have me unwillingly humping the social worker through the wall. How I wish I could stop humping while I’m trying to talk to you.

You know what? Fuck you, Madame Leader. May the Sims destroy you.

Illustration: The Sims.


via The Sims You Left Behind : The New Yorker.

Another sleepless night

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Well, once again, I can’t get to sleep, it’s half three in the morning, and I have been trying to get to sleep for the last 3 hours.  Every time I try and sleep, my mind just seems to be in overdrive, so amny thoughts going through my head.  and every time I nearly doze off, my body just sends a funny jolt from head to toe telling me to wake up, so I have finally decided to get out of bed and put on the TV.

It’s amazing what rubbish is on at this time of the morning.  About 50% of the channels are playing live casinos,  whatImage does that say for the British viewer, there must be far more gamblers around me than I thought.  I sat there for a bit and watched one of the shows, they don’t even try to make it interesting.  It was just an image of a roulette wheel going round with an occasional voice over muttering a few words, then back to the spinning wheel.  After the joy of watching that I started flicking through a few more channels, and all I found were poorly made movies and old quiz shows.

So, now I have turned over to the Karrang music channel, to watch the massive rock anthems show, which is allot better viewing, but still not captivating enough for me, which is why I decided to start typing away, just something to do, until tiredness takes over, which still doesn’t seem like it is coming any time soon.

On a slightly better note, only one day left of work this week.  I get another Saturday off, which is great, that makes two in a row, but on the other hand, after this week, I have three Saturday’s on the trot, so a few weeks of six days, but it’s a bit of overtime pay for me, which I’m going to need because I’m of on holiday again in the middle of June, and I really need to start saving up for America, in October, if I manage to save the money, and find a decent valued place to stay.

Anyway, that’s enough rambling from me, I think I may cook my dinner for tomorrow night at work so I don’t have to do it in the morning in the zombie like state I’ll be in by then if I don’t get to sleep soon.

Speak soon

Art by a-hour



Music is a funny thing

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Hey all…..

Went to a acoustic night at one of my local bars the other night, the main act was a girl called Brooklyn Rose, check her out, she Turn_on_the_music_by_croboxis amazing.  Anyway, it got me thinking about how music affects us, and why we see the same songs in very different ways.

Everyone listens to music, whether it’s to relax at home, some background music at work, or something fast paced to work out to.  There are also lots of different ways music makes us feel, and what the song means to us, some make us feel good, other make us feel bad, some just remind us of better or worse times.  We can interoperate songs in many different ways, a song could be the most depressing song around, but because of the situation you heard it in, it may make you amazingly happy.  We all have  songs that make me feel happy, sad, energetic, depressed.

I think allot of the time the reason we see a song in one way or another, is the situation we first heard it.  It’s like allot of couples will tell you what “their” song is, and you think to yourself what the hell has that got to do with their relationship or their personality, but it is because they heard that song at the perfect moment when they were together.

One of my favourite songs is by Nine Inch Nails – Everyday Is Exactly The Same.  It’s all about the daily routine of life, never changing, the boredom of it all, and not being able to escape.  But for some reason this song never gets me down, it’s makes me feel accelerated every time, and puts a smile on my face, not sure why, but it does.

Anyway, that’s it for now.  It would be great to hear what your songs are and how they make you feel, just leave a comment at the bottom, and remember, music is life.


Art by crobox


I Need A Car

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So, bit of a rubbish week, tried getting my new (second hand) car on the road, but, the log book has not come through yet, so can’t tax it.  Already sold my car, so can’t revert to that, and then got offered a car to borrow from my dad, just to find out the brakes have locked on and I can’t get it moving.  Broken_Down_by_stripes_of_lightning

So I’m now stuck at my parent’s house, with the worlds slowest computer, and nothing nice to eat, until the sun comes up and I can attempt to get the wheels moving again.

Can the day get any worse.