Tuesday, 22 September 2009


loads of different numbers in this weeks post, just noticed as i was scrolling through the pictures.

started the week with a bbq at bens. his bird was down, and she is dead nice. gus was being a slobbery chops beast, and we watched liverpool beat some nobodies 1-0.bens still got big fish in his garden.elsa came down that night, but i only got a chance to chill with him the next evening. he was well.the next day i mooched into town with billy, had a couple of uni bits to sort out. YOU AINT BIG PETE!!!!!! saw this fake guy near the charlotte.that evening, me, valena, ben and rebecca went to see funny people with adam sandler and seth rogan. (notice the chrostmas mini cheddar tub in morrisons, its begining.) the film was shit, with a weirdf had to follow plot and for a comedy, the laugh were very thin on the ground. half way through, the projector was knocked, or something and for about ten minutes every shot was upto the actors shoulders. shocking.had work the next day and after that me, blake, george, bonham, jamie and briefly jimlad went to play football tennis up vicky park on the courts. shit was fun, and the weather was fucking sick.after a quick scrub up at home, we got back together to go to georges and watch match of the day. remember when bargain booze was a bargain? not anymore!!!! £8 for 8 cans of breaker!? fucking hell. some right gruff tramp was on one of them t.v phone in things. look at her fucking makeup, bastaaard. shit was very very golden. we went to life that night, got there at about half past midnight. we got straight on it with sambuca and everything, and it wasnt long before we are getting photos of bowls of sweets and aftershave bottles. bradley was fucking killing it dead, he was a legend this night.after life, we went to firefly for one, and met joe and josh for a bit. joe accused me of being a theif because i live in braunstone, and he thought i stole a tenner off him. josh was just giggling and chilling. joe was fucked, so george took the opportunity to use him as a bench. big up mutah the taxi driver encorporating gun fingers into a wickedland W. pretty gooood.got home and i found hof and dan asleep, with TMF on the tv, pizza boxes, rizla and empty strongbow cans everywhere. good times man, who said staying in was under-rated.this was what time i got in, no joke man. i had to be up at 7.45, shit was ok though, ive been having alot of veg and bananas and orange juice recently, so i felt pretty good considering. dan got to play football this week, and good news: the goals are back up!!!! we has one match where the pitch was too big, and one where it was too small, but they were both good fun matches. jamie is going back to sheffield this week, so that was his last match of the summer. bummer.hof is more into bejewelled 2, and chilling it out on dans xbox. dan comes close, but i think hof has the current highscore.

ive just tried to check the twin galaxies high score and the closest thing i could find was the highest submitted score for the game on ps2, and that is 383,400 by a guy called tom duncan.


not really madonna, because that makes the think of a young, lucky star, borderline singing sex symbol. classic, brilliant pop music. WOTW is more all about madge. you know, too old, muscley arms, just cant seem to grasp the idea of bowing out gracefully; even though we all know she has fucked up her chances of that now.

she has gone and released yet another shite electro dance song, where she is crazy dancing in the video and beggining to look mad old man. MAD old. also, as if that isnt enough, there is another greatest hits album coming out, with fuck knows what on it. thats after immacualte collection 1 and 2.

back in the day she was wicked, but since the times of beautiful stranger its all been so steeply down hill. fuck of now madge, youve long since had your time.

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