Sunday, 28 September 2008


hello. im back at uni now,in the ugly building behind me to the left (top floor.) im in a new group, cause im re-taking with all new people in, but on my course as a whole there is a couple of the old lads so that is cool. in my first day, we got put into groups.

we had a rough discussion with our tutors about our holiday homework. it basically is that we have to make a letterform to wear for a photo that says a word. (we have done this now, i will post a flick up when i get it.) this really clever smug cunt asked if you had to make a letter, or if you could make, say a exclamation mark. the tutor siad, yeah thats fine, or you could make a great big colon. (it was really funny).this lad who used to work at booker is a traffic warden now, i seen him in action.
on tuesday night i went the football with sammy. leicester vs lincoln. until the last 10 minutes or so it was the most boring game! leicester won on penalties in the end, frank sinclair battered one over the bar.
thursday night i met aaron dan ben and tom for a drink out and about. hear are the crew dem dem dem throwing up the W's. dan couldnt help but critisize aaron modernist W.
we went upto pound a pint at polar bear, j-beezy was repping.

we went fanclub later, it was so deadout. there was this one somalion guy just techno dancing mental, on one of the podiums. usually, people who stand on podiums have won. this guy deffo had. dan has a photo of me with him on his phone, ill get it.
ofcourse, its that time of yeah where loads of dickhead students are ruining everything thats good about the quay area. blader? just fuck off mate.

i went for a mcdonalds with sam and there was this dum dum guy sat behind her loooking at me the whole time. his face was saying "what? i didnt even... what?" over and over again.
i got those photos developed from when me and billy went to london, and some other ones, i couldnt be arsed to scan them but i will up some when i can be bothered, propbably next update. whilst waiting for them to come out, i was looking around asda, and i found daniel powters new album, the cover is really weird. as you can see he has just been putting people in bubbles, and tipping his hat. 0116 257194

thats the number for the lost pigeon, and that mad house on mad mile. this was what was left of the little poster.
ofcourse, its x factor season, so its getting watched a bit. louie walsh keeps asking EVERY singer if they have heard of westlife, and if they wanna be in it. he is trying a revival, also he is working on a side-project called west-girls.

when i got into work today one of the chillers had popped its cloggs and water was everywhere. it was my fun fun job to mop it up.


now these days i find myswelf listening to the radio quiet alot. partly because im more or less a receptionist at booker now, and just a bit in my spare time. one thing that is the big money in radio is weekday breakfast, because i suppose most people listen to that, so on radio one, they always play little adverts from the chris moyles show, trying to get people to listen to it. they are meant to be funny. they are actually anything but. i think, if this is the best 30 seconds they have got to play to weekend listeners of the week that has passed, then it must be so so fucking shite. i hate the fat ugly cunt, he is about as funny as cancer. did anybody see him when he went on 8 out of 10 cats, or have i got news for you or something? he got fucking ripped to shreds, and didnt say anything funny.

ill post up in a few days mangsdems...write something in the guestbook, see you later!

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