2 Bored 2 Lazy

Well after watching 2 Fast 2 Furious, this is my opinion. Firstly the direction wasn't nearly as good as in the first movie. The acting was even more wooden. And it lacked Vin Diesel in a big way. But there was still loads of tits, ass, and fast cars.

So lets be candid

I think Natalie was right... far too many things have been taken for granted in the past. Like me always being available. Understanding. Tolerant.

I think I just need to take some time out for myself and try to get my head sorted out. I'm a complete moron relationship-wise at the moment.

But what really gets me is that for all the things that I do, and all the sacrifices, do you know what I get in return? Indecision.

* Well that was a completely edited version of another post that I wrote. I decided not to publish it... I think it would have put too many peoples backs up. Ah fuck, it still probably put some backs up.

Baby on board

I had the an incredibly moving experience about 2 days ago. It's a bit odd mentioning now, I know, but I just remembered it so I fuigured that I'd write it. Even if I do seem a bit odd afterward.

My direct bosses (there are 2 of them) took the day off work and headed out to Exeter leaving me to run the place. A couple of months ago that would have been daunting (even if it is praqctically my job description) but by now it's old hat. I think in the last couple of months I must have had to deal with just about every single ludicrous occurence/excuse/problem you could come up with. You really wouldn't blieve the way that some people behave, or work, or just are. Anyway, I'm straying. My bosses took the day off. Before they left they asked me to do a small favour for them and pick up there kids from school. It's a long round trip (over an hour in the car) but I agreed to do it.

Now those of you that actually know me will also know that I'm not the biggest fan of children. I prefer dogs really. I mean, this is probably something that will change as I get older and my biological ticker decides that I need to fulfil the function for which I was put on this earth. Right now though I'm just not the biggest kiddie person.

What I wanted to mention though is the intense feeling that came over me when I was driving with these 3 children in my car. It was the strangest feeling. As corny as it sounds I felt like I was transporting the most precious cargo ever. It was a real mindjob. I was like driving 10 mph under the speed limit.

I regard this as quite a big point in my life. I realize things now that I never understood before. Even so... I still prefer puppies.

Genuine music

"it has negligible story line or plot, but it's unpretentious and doesn't pretend to." Good Lord, sometimes I even suprise myself with the quality of English that I manage to write. Anyway.

What's up with this new trend to create rock bands ala boy band style. I understand that rock is making a come back, and as such is heavily marketable and obviously the record labels are going to latch onto this. But really. There are more than enough quality bands out there to satisfy everyone without creating fecal matter like Busted.

Bloody Mary anyone?

Oh Lord did I drink too much yesterday! Ben came over from the Lamb for work related reasons, and as it was both of our days off we decided to do a bit of a pub crawl afterward. So at 10:30 I was sitting outside in the sun drinking my first pint of Youngs Pilsner. From that point until I was kicked out of the ship at 11pm I didn't stop drinking (except for a J20 during lunch). This morning I feel like a complete wreck! I woke up at about 10am to the realization that I had to get out of bed because I'd promised to drive Ilze and a friend of hers through to Bournemouth (#&@%ing hell!). By the time I dragged my ass out of bed into the shower and gotten ready it had started raining and the Bournemouth trip was off. Thank God.

So now I'm parked in my room feeling rather domestic as I do my ironing, and chilling to Xfm (which I can now listen to on Sky).

Ooooo... my Sky personal planner has just informed me that Harry Potter is about to come on. Niiice.

I'm comtemplating going to watch 2 Fast 2 Furious later today too. I know it's been slated by Rotten Tomotoes and just about every single other respected reviewer, but you need to understand that the first film is one of my favourite flicks of all time. Given, it has negligible story line or plot, but it's unpretentious and doesn't pretend to. It's about tits, ass, and fast cars.

Things between Sarah and I are still rather tense. We're barely talking, and working with her is strange, but I think things will get better.

Anyways. I must run.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

Well I guess it's time to test that vanilla Coke theory of mine. Sarah approached me today after reading my site (I suppose it was naive to believe that she wouldn't at some stage) and asked me if I was really up for this relationship. She read this post. Initially after she spoke to me I thought I must have written something terrible about her... but after rereading the post I don't think it was bad at all. Just the truth really... and more about me than her. But in the end I think that ending the relationship was the best thing. I think I'll be a far better friend than a boyfriend. I guess it was just strange (and difficult) to be involved in a relationship that was predestined to be 'not serious'. It was kind of like I thought I had to hold back the whole time so that things didn't spiral out of control on the 'seriousness' chart.

I hope that things aren't completely wrecked between us at the moment. I know I've hurt her. And in the end it was nothing to do with her at all. It was just me with my attendant amount of crap and history that follows me around.

So if she does read the site again. I'm sorry.

Other news is that Sky has now been installed in my room. Believe it or not but I can't find anything to watch at the moment (but that could just be a product of my mood at the moment). Kerrang! is always good. Plus I can listen to Xfm again too! And by pay-per-view bad porn late at night. *wink*

Ok. I need to play Enter the Matrox now. Brilliant game.

GT3 show down

Ish. I just finished an evening of GT3 with Lee. As much as I hate to say it... I lost. Badly. This is not something that happens to me at GT3. Now I owe Lee 3 pints of lager.

Shit! I'm a terrible loser when it comes to Playstation.

My day (in point form)

- drove to Poole
- ate lunch
- watched 'I Spy' (Eddie and Owen bonding in the sewer is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time), 'Enemy of the State', and 'The Hole'
- ate 1 litre of Smarties ice-cream
- played Grand Tourismo 3 in preparation for a showdown with Lee tomorrow that involves racing for beers (I had better fucken win!)
- read the official Formula 1 magazine
- blogged this
- went to bed

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It's been a while

Yeah, I know, I've been slacking on the posts. No excuses really. I was kind of busy. I was kind of watching the Grand Prix (Montoya SO should have won, but as usual Ralph was his pansy self and spent all of 60 laps behind his big brother without so much as making a single attempt at passing him. All this while Juan manages to make up 15 odd seconds and catch the both of them. Makes me fucking weep). And I was kind of at a party.

The party was cool. Very eclectic... in a hippy pot smoking kind of way. Still, this is what happens when you go to a party with a bunch of musicians. It was ok I guess. I was pretty highly strung after work so it was hard to relax, but I did eventually. I even danced a little. Fuck it's been ages since I went out somewhere I could dance. I think I may have forgotten how (if I ever knew).

I have come to the conclusion that most of the English population are completely nuts (this is based on a couple of observations). First of all you average English bloke wants nothing more from a Friday night than to go out, get slaughtered on Stella Artois (commonly referred to as 'wife beater' over here) or cider and then finish off the evening with a good old fight outside the pub. Me. Well I just can't understand this mentality. Get a clue people. The other observation (and I see this every single day) is that the hotter it gets the more people will come to the pub and drink coffee. But not only will they come to the pub and drink coffee... they actually go sit out side in the sun (26 degrees people! This is fucking scorching for the UK) and drink it. I mean, after I've been at work for half an hour I'm gagging for a cold pint of just about anything, and these idiots are drinking hot coffee in the sun. It needs to be seen to be believed.

Ah. Also just borrowed a mates PS2... along with Silent Hill 3. I tried to play last night but after 10 minutes I got scared and went to bed. What can I say, I'm a pathetic 23 year old.

Oh yes. I also ordered Sky, so just one more week of pants terrestrial TV and then I'll be connected to the world of satellite. Ahhh Kerrang! I miss you so much.

And my mom arrives on the 30th of July, so I'll be heading up to Nottingham for a few days.

Sorry for the disjointed post, I needed to say alot of things. It probably made for shit reading though.

I'm in the dark here

I've just realized that over the last few months my vision has been slightly blurry at times. It's not something that I can describe exactly - sometimes my eye's are fine, while at other times (like now) everything seems blurred around the edges.

I can't work this out. It's not like either close work, or far distances, that appear blurry. Just every now and again the whole world loses clarity. Kind of like I've just woken up. Except i haven't.

Maybe I should go see an optician. I haven't been in years.

Top of the Rocks

Ha. I just watched Evanescence kick ass on Top of the Pops (‘cause I’m sad and don’t yet have Sky). I know that it’s opinionated and all, but every time a rock track makes it to the top of the charts I can’t help feeling, “Finally, people are listening to some real music.” And rock chicks are just so much hotter anyway!

Ahhh shit. There goes another band to add to my list of ‘fucking cool bands whose gigs I have missed’. Evanescence are playing the Astoria in London on the 19th of June. *scream*

Last night I got completely trollied on cocktails. However, unlike previous weeks wine tasting evening, I still have complete memory recall and zero hangover. God it makes a welcome change.

Damn I’m hungry. Time to go see if the chef will cook me something.

Room with a view

I'm bored. Here's something arb to look at.

Below is a view of Table Mountain taken from Blouberg beach, 5 minutes from my home there. God I miss that view.



And this is the view from my room here in Shaftesbury. Can't really knock it can you?

Sorted

God I'm a chop sometimes. After pouring over my blogger templates for about an hour I figured out why the template from the second blog was overriding the template of the first blog. Because I was used the same blogger template as a basis to work from for both of the blogs the div tags for the 2 separate blogs were identical. By changing them I have differentiated them and can now adjust the two blogs individually.

I hate overlooking simple things like that.

Thin White Duke

I'm still trying to find some music to fit my mood right now. It's fucking driving me mad. I've resorted to buying Changesbowie off Amazon. For some particularly strange reason I'm CRAVING a bit of the duke right now.

Blog problems

Rats. I'm using a PHP include string to pull in 2 different blogs to this page. Unfortunately the second blogs template is overriding the first, thus both appear in the same format. Any advice? I would strip all code out of the template and only use an external css file to apply the styles, but I can't seem to separate the blog's different parts in that manner, and can only apply backround colours and borders to the entire blog, as opposed to individual posts.

Look at me now, look at me now... I can't breathe

"Over and above everything I say I've got a reasonable suspicion that you're going to get away. Over and above everything I do nothing in this world can prepare me for losing you." Cutting Jade - Look at Me Now

My life continues to be entirely unpredictable and complicated. I've also been slacking on my e-mailing lately. Two people have now bollocked me for it. Sorry.

I think I may be in a bit a slump at the moment. Generally that means I need to do something to drag my ass out of it. I don't know. Eveything at the moment seems insipid, vague, hazey, and washed out. I was looking forward to seeing Eric on Thursday for a massive cocktail binge drinking session, but now his boss has taken a holiday and he has to fill in for him. Great. I need a friendly face right now. I also need London. London would fix me. Unfortunately I'm financially tied up for the next 3 weeks. Hold thumbs that I come through all this without permanent scars.

I spoke to my parents for the first time in a few weeks yesterday. My mom's booked a ticket over here for a holiday and should be arriving on the 30th of July. Wicked cool. I miss her alot. I wish my dad was coming too though. I miss pub trips with him. Actually right now I miss alot of things. Do you want to know what makes it worse? I can't find the right music to fit my mood. I hate that.

Ok. I'm going to try and do some work of this damn blog idea that's been in my head for so long.

New header

I'm sure that you've seen the new header by now. I was quite into the 'idea' of the old one, I just couldn't get what was in my head onto paper (so to speak). The new header is kind of inspired by some of the goings on in my life.

I miss pre-school.

On that note I'm off to pick up Tam and go on another binge session.

Thank you Sony

About a month ago I took my Sony DSC-S85 to Jessops in Salisbury, where I bought it, with a slightly tacky trigger button. They took all the accessories off the camera and sent it into Sony for me. Today I got it back. With a battery in it. Many thanks Sony.

Some of you may think that I'm being a bit of a bastard by keeping the extra battery, but really I'm not. Firstly, they took a month to do what amounted to a bit of cleaning on the camera. And secondly, I'm a Sony whore. I have a Sony S85 digicam, Sony Wega television, Sony Vaio laptop, Sony Playstation 2, Sony Ericsson T68i mobile phone, even Sony headphones. It's about time they gave a bit back.

Repent. The end is very fucking nigh.

I rented '28 Days later' last night. It was brilliant. Grainy, unpredictable, riveting material. I also thought it made quite a clever underanded poke at the inherent nature of man to destroy his own species (and himself). One thing did occur to me though. After having lived in England for about 1o months now I find it really strange to see places I have been popping up in movies. And the scenes of an abandoned London were so alien to me, almost surreal. London is NEVER adandoned. Scrap that. London is never even quiet. London pulses 24 hours a day... which was something I had to get used to very quickly while living in Kentish Town. Anyways.

I was going to write more about the movie, but having just read that Natalie has been offered a 'great-looking, amazing plate with excellent taste' I find myself strangely short of words. This has evoked a nasty green streak in me... and yes... I know that I'm involved in a relationship and being horribly poncy and unfair and hippocritical... and a dick really. Still. It's hard to read.

The phrase 'do unto others' comes to mind. Fuck.

Last nights wine tasting at the pub was excellent. Besides the load of wine that I tried for free, I also tried a large quantity of apple schnapps (the real stuff) for free, ate a ton of cheese and biscuits, and then sat at a table and helped polish off 4 bottles of wine. At 1am I was bent over the toilet yakking my lungs out. And this morning I feel fine. Work that one out.

Tonight I'm going to Tisbury football club for drinks with Tam who I used to work with. After that it's back to the Lamb (where I used to work) for drinks, and then back to the Swan House (where I used to live) for more drinks. I think I'll crash there tonight, even though I have work tommorow.

Turning points

I believe that every now and again a person comes to important turning points in their life. Some are obvious and happen to everyone, such as turning 18, leaving school, turning 21 etc. Others though are more indiosyncratic and less fixed in their chronamic occurence. Things such as deciding to study after school, deciding to leave home or your country of birth, deciding to get married etc. Yesterday I came to one such turning point in my own life and I believe that the road I took, although perhaps the road more travelled, is by far the best option for me right now, and is possibly more travelled for a reason. What, you may ask, is this epic life decision I have made? Well I'll tell you. I FLAT OUR REFUSE TO SEPARATE MY WHITES AND MY COLOURS FROM NOW ON! It's a complete waste of my time (unless the clothes are new and prone to 'bleed') and I don't really see the reason. Why the hell do I need to do 2 loads of washing and drying when one will work perfectly fine. Fuck authority. Fuck the way it's always been done. Fuck the system.

Fuck me if my whites come out pink.

My parting note. Why the hell don't they have a pornstar Big Brother? I mean, they have a celebrity Big Brother right? And the only reason that everyone watches the damn program is in the voyeuristic hope that someone will end up shagging someone else... during the day so that you won't have to watch it on those pants infra-green night camera's.

Wheeee

My Wega arrived today... much to the detrement of my credit card. Narg. Oh well, the money to pay it all off will be available in just over a week so I'm not too worried. The extra hundred of so pounds on it will be paid once the mate I lent it to for his car insurance has mustered the cash. But he's the kind of mate that I'd give the money to anyway... so no worries there either. One look at the tube quality on the Wega also convinced me that Sky is a must. Rats. More money.

Fuck. UK terrestrial television is shite. God save this country.

How sad

The other day I came to the conclusion that I far preferred my first website. None of the other incarnations have managed to tickle me the way that one did. I don't know. I like the colours, the layout, the content. Pretty much everything about it. I think it said far more about me than my latest abortions do. Fuck. I hate that.

I told Natalie all this. She said it was most likely because I had more time on my hands back then. She's probably right. She usually is (unless we're 'debating'... in which case I am).

I'm still floating on a high after the Grand Prix on Sunday. Not just because Monty COMPLETELY FUCKING WHIPPED everyone else. I just think that it was a great race - especially for Monaco. Kudos to Renault.

I love ITV. Bye.

What the hell?

Ok. Prince William is learning to speak Swahili. Is it just me, or does anyone else think that this is a complete waste of his time. I know it's just my opinion, and he can choose to do with his life what he will. But hell, I'm African. You're just fine with talking English over there. Really. I'm sure that there are far more useful things to dedicate your time to.

The Monster stuck it on top of the podium for Williams (for the first time in 20 years) today so I'm over the moon. Cracking race. Couldn't believe Alonso's (was it?) move on Coultard in the pit lane. Sheer balls.