And I'll tell all my mates that my dad's B.A. Baracus
Only with a JCB and Bruce Lee's nunchuckas

God, I spoil you people far too much. Get another fantastic music download here. This time around it's a wicked mellow, acoustic offering with possibly the most feel-good lyrics I have ever heard. 9/2 odds to be Christmas number one here in the UK.

Heading off for dinner at a highly rated (yet strangely economical) French restaurant tonight. Hopefully it'll be good.

Once upon a time I was your little rooster, but now I'm just one of your cocks

My girlfriend is going to hate this post... *gulp*. Here goes anyway.

Women around the country are in uproar today. A rape case has been thrown out of the Swansea High Court after the plaintiff admitted that she couldn't remember if she had actually given her consent to sex with the accused, of whether sex had even taken place.

Now I am WHOLLY against rape. I think it's disgusting and inexcusable. In fact I believe that 'those' Charlize Theron anti-rape ads should have been compulsory viewing rather than be taken off air. After all, if you're not a rapist what was there to be offended by? I wasn't.

But facts are facts and the definition of rape is for a person to have sexual intercourse with someone else who hasn't given their consent to it. So if you can't categorically say that you said 'NO', or even that you had sex, then there can be no case. Surely.

Now fair enough, if you did say 'no' and the person carried on then by all means string him up by his ball sack and leave him to die like that. But if you can't be sure then it's time to rather go home and hate yourself, not the poor bastard who just thought he got lucky on a Friday night until the cops arrived to arrest his ass.

But that's just my two cents. Do your worst to my comments page. I can handle it. I don't care if you hate me.

'Cos in the garden of reason you can't change what you're given, but you can go where the river flows

To use cliched company speak, playing from ten is important, especially on a Monday morning. So to all the readers out there who aren't quite playing off a ten here are a couple of random Chuck Norris/Vin Diesel facts. Hopefully they'll ratchet you lot up another couple of marks.

"To prove it isn't that big of a deal to beat cancer. Chuck Norris smoked 15 cartons of cigarettes a day for 2 years and aquired 7 different kinds of cancer only to rid them from his body by flexing for 30 minutes. Beat that, Lance Armstrong.|

"Chuck Norris once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress."

"If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris you may be only seconds away from death."

"When Vin Diesel was born, the nurse said, "Holy crap! That's Vin Diesel!" Then she had had sex with him. At that point, she was the third girl he had slept with."

"When Vin Diesel goes to donate blood, he declines the syringe, and instead requests a hand gun and a bucket."

"Vin Diesel has two speeds: walk and kill."

"When Vin Diesel jumps into a body of water, he doesn't get wet. The water gets Vin instead."

Get the rest of Chucks facts here and Vins here.

I bet you laughed out loud!

I see your frown and it's like looking down the barrel of a gun

I am defintely getting too old for this crap.

Awoke this morning on a mates couch with a tequila/beer/wine/snakebite head and a kebab mouth. Not too mention all the notes is my wallet being replaced with a single Pound coin and a few coppers. The beer monkey has obviously been rifling though my shit again.

I am the weirdo in your bedroom and I can see you in the dark

Could this be another fantastic mystery track for your delectation? I think so...

I currently have one big wish in life. Do you want to know what it is? Probably not, but I'm going to tell you anyway.

When people advertise rooms for rent using words like "large bay window looking out onto private garden" they should also include the phrase "located on dodgy council estate populated by criminals... you probably don't want to live here." That would save me the trip out to Bow (I've heard it's an up and coming area?) where I piss 2 hours of my life away in traffic only to find yet another house/flat that I don't want to live in.

*sigh*
I hate moving.

Oh there ain't no love
No Montagues or Capulets
We're just banging tunes and DJ sets and
Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness

I woke up this morning to find a great big christmas decoration hanging on the lamp post outside my room (a photo will hopefully follow shortly). I can only imagine that it was installed by Christmas elves working late on a Friday night because I know for a fact that it wasn't there when I went to bed.

And so I decided that a minor change of scenery was in order, what with the festive season approaching and all. The new header is complements of the last couple of Christmas parties spent here in London with friends. Hopefully this years event (still completely unplanned) will live up to previous standards.

Get your new favourite song right here. If you live in the UK you've definitely heard it. In fact the band are currently taking the world by storm... I'm just not sure if they've reached African shores yet. I love. Can't get enough of it.

So turn your volume to the max and dance like a robot from 1984.

** Update:

With a rebel yell

Tonights plans are as follows:

1) Cook some fantastic pasta with the help of the local supermarket

2) Mong on the couch eating a serving of Tirimisu while watching Back to the Future

3) Mong on the couch eating a second serving of Tirimisu while watching Back to the Future II

4) Mong on the couch while eating ANOTHER serving of Tirimisu while watching Back to the Future III

5) Chocolate (possibly while watching Pirates of the Carribean)

6) Crisps

Tomorrows plans are as follows:

1) Mong at a mates place watching TV... while possibly eating more junk food.

This is exactly the weekend I need.

Tonight's the night I share my wicked soul

I'm in such a strange strange place right now. 4 weeks ago I was ticking off the months that Nat and I had been together, celebrating small milestones in our relationship. Fast forward a bit and these days you'll find me ticking off the weeks since we broke up. These days it's not so much celebrating milestones as it is marking off the weeks until hopefully this pain starts to subside.

Most of the people that read this site also read Rockit, and in fact a number of you know both Nat and I. Sometimes I wonder what everyone is thinking. I have my suspicions and they pretty much all fall into the, "Ian you stupid #U@K1n@ idiot, what the hell have you done?" category. I can't blame you for that. Hell, half of me agrees with you. To be honest, these post-breakup days are almost surreal. They fall into a weird haze in my life, where for once I don't seem to be clear on anything.

Nat and I have spoken multiple times since that Saturday, sometimes on good terms, sometimes bad... pretty much always soaked in emotion. We balanced on a knife edge of getting back together before my innability to make a decision led to the decision making itself. It's pretty hard to write about, and yet for some reason it feels good to just get it out.

Anyone who's been through a breakup with someone they care about deeply will understand the compulsion to go back. Back to that person and back to that familiar space. And it's that which is at the heart of my indecision. I know that I miss her... more than pretty much any of you reading this will believe. I miss her for who she is and what we were together. My struggle is to answer one question: How much of this pain is due to being out of a familiar comfort zone?

If I could answer that question it would determine everything. Unfortunately emotion is a complicated thing and in my headspace right now all emotion is rolled up into one... one completely inseparable mess. The pain of being alone will pass with time, I know that, and only once that's passed will I know how much is left over. How much is down to actually being apart from Nat. At that point I'll know whether it was the right decision I made or not. It'll probably too late to make ammends, but hey, no one said life was always going to be a box of chocolates.

I'm finished now. I feel like this is an incomplete post in many respects. There's no closure and I hate not having closure. Maybe it's indicative of life at the moment. Maybe it's just because I'm tired and need to sleep now. Who knows. Not me.

Sleep tight.

Oh yeah it’s rollercoaster time

Sometimes I wonder why life has to be so compicated. Or for that matter why things have to hurt so much. It's weekend time again, and with nothing planned yet I'm just a little scared that I may be left alone with my thoughts for too long again. Me and my thoughts, we're not getting along to well lately. To be honest the more I can steer clear of them the better off I am, I think.

As usual there's always work to submerge in, and more than enough of it to be honest. God, I have got to get a grip on all the damn admin that's being dumped on me right now.

Oh well, it would seem that my first diversion has arrived in the form of Jackass: The Movie. I'm off.

Online

Finally, after much option looking, bartering, and money spending I am back online on my own laptop. My trusty old Tiny workhorse has been put to sleep following a ATI card failure (which would have been to costly to bother repairing) and I have my replacement Dell Inspiron. It's not a new machine, but it's a worthy replacement for my old slugger. I've also managed to salvage my old harddrive which now sits nicely in a 2.5" data storage caddy and is acting as an external hard disk.

Now begins the time consuming task of setting up the new machine. Bleugh.

Shortly you should see me back on my old IM clients so drop us a line will you.

**post script: circa 00:20. Ugh. Still awake. I've forgotten the last time I was allowed an entire evening just to veg out. Usually it's work. Tonight it's this fucking install. I've also just realized that the Dell has a larger return key compared to my Tiny... and every single key on the board is therefore precisely one key away from where it should be.