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[06 Oct 2003|10:19am] |
I made this some time ago. It's a mock DVD cover with Elijah Wood on it, starring in a film about a man driven slightly anxious by everyday worries that when you think about it....don't really matter. This is all based on the fact that ol' Woodmeister always looks more slightly worried in pictures than actually scared of the power of the Ring or something.
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| Another night in the Bell. |
[06 Oct 2003|10:22am] |
I spent another Sunday night consuming Guiness in the Bell in, thinking mournfully about Zoe, and exchanging Ian impressions with Roy. Ian is our landlord, and sounds a bit like this:
"GEORGY WORGY GEORGY WORGE!"
This is when he's stroking the pub cat George. He'll also tap a Player's cig on the bar until it makes a f*cking hole. And he'll repeat anecdotes with regularity. Even reapeating lines DURING an anecdote. For example:
"Yeah...we....we played London Irish....got beat...but still 'ad a good go...yeah...London Irish...got to play 'em"
Bloody hell. He's a good lad though. On holiday now. The night pretty much went on in the same tedious vein as it always does. If you will, this is the theme, sang along to Shalamar's "Night to remember"
"We're gonna make this a night tediously similar to the last one..."
You have to draw out a few notes to cope with the syllables, obviously.
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| Little Big Adventure 2 |
[06 Oct 2003|10:32am] |
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Hopefully Bolb and i are going to get smashed and play "Little Big Adventure 2" tonight, a bonkers French game about a bloke called Twinsen trying to save planet Twinsun from weird attackers. It's f*cking mental, and a rollocking good laugh, especially on vodka.
My pool is improving as well. I nearly beat self proclaimed pool master Dan yesterday, only losing on the last ball. I've managed to stop knocking the cue ball brilliantly into the pocket every time. And i can even do the angles. You know, where you hit the ball at different sides and stuff. As opposed to tearing the table up with the cue.
I also want to put Depeche Mode's "I feel loved" on the jukebox in the New Inn. It thumps through me like a thousand pink wasps.
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| My f*cking bowels. |
[06 Oct 2003|10:38am] |
I hate the Monday Morning bowel movements. It's like having Spinal Tap playing in your nether regions or something. That's if they played inside bodily organs. Maybe they were into that kind of shit, i don't know.
Gonna need something to settle my stomach. I might drop into the Bell tonight if i get the chance, to see if Zoe turns up. What's this thing we have about wanting to make the person think we don't care and am not bothered about seeing them when really...we desperately want them to walk back into our lives so we can go all wobbly again. I tried being all diffident and casual when she's around, but it doesn't work. I see her f*cking green beautiful eyes and i'm lost.
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| Rampant Useage. |
[06 Oct 2003|10:42am] |
I'm going to be absolutely hammering this diary from now on. I used to on the Lounge but that has departed somewhat abruptly as i mentioned, which in some parts is a good thing, as no-one i know apart from Bolb knows this one. Everybody in my life knew about the Ruby Lounge, and as such it made revealing a few things difficult. Especially about Zoe and Melanie and others. Just to make things a little more interesting for you, here's a cast list of the people that matter in my life, as it were, sort of listed in appearance. Remember, i'm 27, only really got out into the world at 25, and so am riddled with insecurity, and social awkwardness. This stops me also finding er...a close relationship with a woman i suppose. I can't be intimate, i have trouble with physical affection, and i can't read the signs. But hey, that's about me, this is about this lot:
Bolb:22 My sister and the funniest person in the world. Also my best mate.
Melanie: 18 Blonde, gorgeous and my best friend outside my family. We always feel empathy for each other, can read it...which is an important thing. Loves Gordon
Gordon: 35 Gordon is possibly the nicest gent in the universe, and a bloody good mate. Very close to Mel. But sady, they always do something to bugger the relationship up.
Alicia: 15 A wonderfully convoluted young lady who has had a torrid first fifteen years. She is however very funny and incredibly wise for her age.
Ian and Aleks: My bosses. Lovely people, Ian is a miserable old crank sometimes, but also a very nice bloke at others, and Aleks is like a mother to me. I love them both like adopted parents.
Zoe: Ah...lovely Zoe. 26, gorgeous, short, like a gothic princess. I could show you a picture but she might not like it. The less said about her situation, the better, but i like her a LOT. I sometimes think i love her, but it always seems like there's something not quite right about it. I do fancy the living arse off her though. She's the most intelligent woman i've ever met, and the most beautiful. And when she looks at you, you don't forget those eyes. They're like green diamonds, and they make me want to melt like a chocolate dog.
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| Tea Fountain |
[06 Oct 2003|11:10am] |
Just spat my tea everywhere, as a result of a coughing fit. Great fun. It went up the nose, and now i feel like i've been swimming. I find the only time projectile ejection of tea is remotely amusing is when somebody makes you laugh or tells you something astonoshing.
"And then right, he shoved it up his arse!"
"SPLOOOOTT!"
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| Citrus Picard |
[06 Oct 2003|11:19am] |
INT: Starship Enterprise
Picard: Picard, you are the finest damned citrus headed maniacal fruit shaped man in the bloody galaxy. Worf you fucker! Where's my jacket potato!
Worf: *Sigh*, you ate it five minutes ago sir.
Picard: Oh yeah, eh...sorry mate...heh heh....
Worf: Stop spitting pips at me, they're getting in my eyes!
Picard: I always spit pips when i talk. Hang on...why are you all wearing goggles...Riker's wearing goggles...Data is...that mad woman with the pshycic powers...you fuckers!
Riker: Because you spit pips and citrus at us, you lemon headed FREAK!
Worf: HA HA HA!
Everyone else: HH AHA HAH AH!
Picard: SHUT UP! I'LL WARP YOU ALL INTO A WORLD OF CITRUS PAIN! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU ALL!
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| New Inn tomfoolery. |
[06 Oct 2003|05:06pm] |
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Off to the New Inn soon to lose at pool. Hopefully down to the Bell afterwards to link up with the rest of the crew. Other than that, utterly tiring but desolate afternoon's work.
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| Quizilla |
[06 Oct 2003|06:14pm] |
Seems to be loads of these doing the rounds on the old Blurty journals. So who am i to not spend a few minutes arseing about with them?
Morpheus
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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| More bloody mucking abaaaaahhht. |
[06 Oct 2003|06:18pm] |
You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves
your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling
he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss
that never lessens and always blows your
partner away like the first time.
What kind of kiss are you?
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| And so i go to the pub.... |
[06 Oct 2003|06:21pm] |
Leaving you rather predictably knowing that my inner child is seventeen years my junior.
My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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