Friday, 30 January 2009


easy everyone, sorry this is a bit late or whatever, ive been maaad busy you guys. aint it been cold? im still walking to work so my legs are tired, but atleast it aint been that wet ay.last friday i met darryl to start on the cd we are making, it was bare fun, and what we got done was really good! keep an eye on and for more information, doing some more today, so its alllll good in the music hood!seen neyo at zanzibar too, it was actually shit, not that anyone expected it to be any good, he came out and did miss independent, then went to the VIP. he had the most muscley security guard you have ever seen in your life.
how nice ay? toyota town ace, some real shiiiit bitchesssel brothers fantastique @ football on sunday last sunday. fucking loads of lads played it was well good. ryan babbel from liverpool turned up too.
oh no, its ryan hendo, my bad.
the foxes factory is across the road from my work, and they have this massive lorry of sugar poured into there warehouse everyday. one funny thing: although booker is just across the road, literally, they deliever the foxes mints and that from their factory here to london, for distribution, then they reach our head office in wellington (or somewhere) and then get delievered back to us, just across the road.i had the lovely job of putting out all the easter eggs at booker, check that straight, really good faced up shit that i bring to the game. easter eggs already you say? yeah boy your a DICKHEADwatery gravy from the chipshop inside the s.u is so fucking embarrasing, i drown my chips in that shit, and i cant even slightly taste any element of a meat flavour watery juice. its just so fucking thin.
fucking tjs, i remember when that used to be THE SHIT. now, its just fucking shit. we phone it about an hour and a bit before it actually come, it was cold and the portions were shit. we were watching royal rumble 1991, and just being nostalgic about old wrestling and how fucking brill it was. when the bloke finally come, we were asking him for money off, and he werent having it, then when we invited him in to watch the wrestling, he fucking thought about it. fuck off you slow cunt! dan shouted "fenebache are playing" and his ears pricked right up! DEEERKHEEEAD.

obv. hulk hogan won, (why has it stopped doing it now? thats mad. anyway, he won, but shouldnt have because there were only 29 people in it. but yeah manchester united won, and then we started holding up some signs that were so fucking weird and funny. peep out the little american flag in the corner of the bottom one, its wicked.

so last night when we were watching royal rumble 1991, it because clear how shit the wrestlers were back then at actually wrestling. they were all so fucking massive, so they couldnt move about that quickly, like the little athletic ones today. loads of steriods. now, the way to mask this is to be wicked in a different way, for example, the undertaker was just a big scary bastard, or british bulldog who just had a wicked personality. the embodyment of the shit end of both is this fat, blonde, tanned prick. he was in right from the start and the whole time he was in, he just fucking stood around welll out of the action out of breath. he was well annoying. every now and then, he would half heartedly go and put someone up on the top rope, give someone a forearm smash. you boring, fat, ugly, toad head cunt. he was like a plague to the ring.

i done the second half of this post in my photography lesson on the sly, pretty good ay? THATS using my time effectively. sign the guestbook, and see you next week or something. saaaafe

Wednesday, 21 January 2009


just a little bit of uni work, some portrait photographs of kyle. there is a weekly post just below this entitled "Gerdalf-LAND" CHEKERDEEMAS AND OUT.


oh who are you Gerdalf? with your wonderfully short comment? its been a good week, on a fucking budget, im skint as fuck! but a good one none the less.

earlier, we thought about this flick from the other night when we went to redeemer @ rack and roll, there was a bloke walking about talking pictures innit.
look at this little wasteman product we sell at work. innit shit? the type of shit you have to compromise yourself with when on holiday. the irony of it is, as i look at the little prick and think that he is a little prick, the picture is probably that old that he is about 30 now.
billy came round the other day and was well drunk from his uncle taking him pub all day, and just crashed out whilst i sorted my room and listened to some music. it was cvooollvvveh.we met ky, and walked through the freezing cold and rain to go and see dj format at leicester uni. the tickets were 7 pounds each, and billy shelled out for them all. when we got there, there was 14 people, and it was the most deadest thing ever. unreal. we stayed for about 30 minutes talking about what a fall from grace it is to be playing bullshit like this and nobody fucking turning up when it has been flyered to fuck, it must be such a wounder...kyles like "FUCK OFF MATE, THAT WAY MORE LIKE!" we left, and went home, and i got in in time for match of the day.i dont know wether i said, but im walking to work for the time being. ive not got the money to get my bike fixed, and im quite liking it to be honest. i seen this guy, who didnt seem to have any bottom half garments of any kind on. it was too making dave some nice little hats at work. you having that? i know it looks like a futuristic new era hat with ear flaps, but believe it or not, the top one is just a box. I KNOWlittle on sunday was fucking epic. the most fun i have had in a very very long time. are you stupid? we went down, (me, dave from work, aaron, billy, jamie jones, george, max and blake) and started kicking it about, and we got offered a match from these other lads. it was really really good to just play against some new people, they ended up beating us 7-10 in a first to 10 match, but it was still wickedlanding, as shown in the W by nice ay? of all the shit they could have wrote or drawn, they went for a smiler.oh snap! so did billys happy bag. billy is so happy with it, look at the gays...i mean gaze. (sozzzzz_)this was stuck to the wall under fosse road bridge at about head height.i dont know why, but earlier as i walked up to cross the lights on narbs, i was fixated by this women, she looked so fucking cool, like she could tell you some wicked stories about when she was working as a special agent for the government. she had a real crazy persona, it was dead odd. when she set off to cross the road, she walked faster than me, and swung her arms wildly.THATS DEM DEM DEM. we met up out of hofs work and mooched down to kyles. boy, was that a trip back from town to remember! first, kyle asked why is the logo for the "NATIONWIDE CRASH REPAIR CENTRES" a crab? they are not usually crashing are they? (see; i told you this was fucking good!)then we fucked about in a carpet warehouse. they sold beds too and we lay down on them for a bit. we spoke about how good it was coming to this shit when you were little, and how big everything seemed. we played hide and seek a little bit. it looked like the most boring, boring place to work you know, they was just us, four staff (with not a word of conversation from the moment we walked in until the moment we left) and a really quiet radio. fucking kyles, me and hof watched the weirdest episode of weakest link we have ever seen. kyle was having a bath and it was just mental. im going to be honest with you, i havent watched it in a very long time, but it just seems to have become a parody of itself. like ann robinson was talking to this women about her hometown swindon, slagging it off and the contestant goes "its not as bad as everyone makes out" and ann replied "its worse than everyone makes out." we were in stitches. there were just a bunch of strange contestants. pricks mainly.we went asda and got the most cheap, economy munch you have ever seen. you didnt know about 28p smart price potato salad? you didnt know about 21p hot curry flavour smart price snack noodle? HEAD FOR THE FUCKING DOOR THEN YOU DIIIICKHEAD.

WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - CONFUSED DOT CUNT ...heres a link to watch the advert. the top of most peoples crisis list at the minute has got to be credit crunch, but for me its the fact that the people at confused dot com think that this badger best represents and appeals to our youth demographic (AH SKINSSS NEW SERIES YEAAAAH?) fucking dickhead. the old adverts were ridiculous, with the big dumb cardboard cut outs, but id take them back any day over seeing this fucking div draw a gay little smiley face on his hand 50 times a day. they were "soooo much better" your confused, you fucking mincer.

thats me, its quarter to 3 in the morning, and ive got work at 9. this fucking blog is starting to take over my life.

sign the guestbook at the bottom and thanks for reading and looking (Y)

Friday, 16 January 2009


NOW THATS WHAT I CALL WICKEDLANDING! there is a full weekly post just below this one, be sure to CHECK DEMMMMM & sign the guestbook fi you pass through too!me, by milli at uni.