Wednesday, 9 September 2009


oh how i love mozilla and its silly games it plays. you know like when your busy blogging and it underlines everything you write, just to be like "fuck your rules, actually."

anyway. you know its supposed to be a good post when it opens with a photo of Dwayne wearing a top that says "mountaintop motel massacre". you wrong i reckon. its been ok, normal usual shit has been happening.

me and dan went to court, i did stock take at work, and saw inglorious basterds.

i saw a really dead bird. oh, see how it has stopped now? what a funny thing ay. fuck off.
yeah deadout on the pavement.
went to see inglorious basterds with valena, seb and dani (they are on my course and are sharing a house with valena this year.) it was fucking brilliant with a really good story and twists and turns and i wasnt even sure what was going to happen in the end. loads of good violence too.

speaking of good violence, we saw loads of runescape, level 20 swordsman zelda fucking lord of the rings bitches walking into town in costume for some fantasy bullshit. two kindly posed, throwing up a W.
went to a bit shit house party for about an hour on saturday. loads of posh indy lads there well too drunk. the strobe was the best thing about it.
bonham wore another smashing top to football this sunday. nice bears. we drove around thinking of different clothes for a bit after he took me home. football was really good, like the week before.
do we look tired? yes we do. thats because we were brought before the magistrates court of law an nine in the morning. not knowing our fate, we trecked into town only to find out that we had turned up on the wrong day. we went the day after and everything was fine.

we were there for evation of coucil tax payments, and i dont have to pay it because ive got an exemption form. such that, world.
the narbs co-op is getting a massive refurb. still an overpriced shit-hole with fucking nothing good in it.
YOU AINT JR! hof is always grilling jr alikes stood in town who cast iregular shadows. this guys ticks all the boxes of the above statement.
valenas sink was blocked at her new house, so hof, scoring man points in the process got right stuck into it and finger the solidified fats out from the pipe under the sink. it stunk and there was chunks of fuck knows what coming out too.
stock take all day yesterday at work, were we literally count every single thing in the store, and then re-count it off the read we got back. i spent most of my day yesterday looking at this little machine, we were there until gone 9.
however!!! that evening i was recording with darryl and a really nice guy called perry. we got two vocals down for my next mixtape and darryl is mixing them today. this is a picture of him showing me a video that i have kindly embedded below. check the mental out.

valena got some pretty wicked royal chicken earlier, that shit is so good man. she had a strips burger with cheese and chilli sauce for one pound. thats your value right there.

wait... thats a bit tiny for one pound and five pence...there must be a mistake...
have a closer look dan, oh no, hang on... they are all that size. which brings me to this cunt...

WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - KEN McMEIKAN (Chief Executive of Greggs Bakery)

remember the glory days when it used to go so hard? you could be looking at two sausages rolls for a pound, and they were a damn site longer, and when you got a steak bake, it wasnt just some pussyhole gravy based sauce between two luke warm peices of pastry, no. it actually had steak inside it. when you got a sausage and bean melt, it wasnt a beans and sausage melt. pizza bread seemed to last for hours, and you got some fucking change back.

now, all of a sudden the fucking whole place has become a joke, no longer the glorious pastry based all you can eat that once had a firm grasp on my regular diet. an excuse, a limp, half hearted attempt to fill the boots of the greggs we all know and love from yester year.
this is the fucking prick stood at the top of the pile. bossman. top boy. incharge of trebling prices and halfing sizes (and slices) at greggs.

listen, ken. i couldnt give two fucks if the service of your staff is always second to none (including the crackhead bird who works in the tramp one next to argos). we, and i feel i speak on behalf of everyone when i say, want greggs to be decent again, you smooth headed twat.

SORT THE FUCKER OUT!!!! some new drawings just below this post, get stuck in.

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