So I think I might start writing in this every now and then, in the hope of sparking a livejournal renaissance. This despite the fact that I am the only person who'll be reading this.

Here's my first contribution towards the revival:


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When I was slightly younger than I am today, I used to strip to my pants, pull my socks up to my knees and pretend to be a glam rocker. I used my bed post as a microphone.

So on TRL, Jo Jacobs was talking about the crazy frog beating Coldplay to number one, and described it as being a travesty of 'epic proportions'. Actually she said it was 'wrong to epic proportions', but that doesn't make much sense. Anyway, I thought I was the only one who said 'epic proportions'. We must be destined.

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I have a considerable fear that one day, whilst I'm sitting on the toilet, a dirty stinking rat is going to swim through the plumbing, up the U-bent and is going to attack my bum bum. I've had this concern since I heard David Attenburgh tell a particular worrying tale. I was thinking about it today, I couldn't wait to get off the bloody thing ( Read more... )

rats and rats and rats

Livejournal was dead 6 months ago. Its now worm food. Wow, my dad spent 40,000 quid yesterday because of my little fire incident. That sucks. And so does this. And so do you. Yeah!

So I was using my father's JCB telescopic handler thing this afternoon in the middle of nowhere, day-dreaming away, when I looked out to my right and saw a load of flames coming out of the engine. Ever-so slightly alarmed, I jumped out to have a look and saw the engine was well alight. So I called the fire service, and stepped away to watch the ( Read more... )

The bad news is that I have a driving lesson first thing tomorrow, and I hate them.
The good news is I passed my theory test last week, despite having Suzi Perry present the instruction videos which is far more of a distraction than an actual aid. She's a woman of action, you know.

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So London was much fun this weekend. It was nice to see everyone again, and let loose for a few days. It was A****'s birthday so we went to a club on Wardour St that played dreadfully commercial r n b, the stuff you could hear if you just turned on the radio during the day. And they played each song at least twice, I think the DJ was smashed. BUT, ( Read more... )