UNI AND FOOTBALL SEASONS ARE OVER

what a week. ive been a bit away from wickedland recently, because i have been trying to concentrate on uni. but now thats out the way, im back on this shit.



first up, me and dan saw this on call of duty. it is not jimlad. it is a fake.


seriously a man, no lie. no games.

this guy was feeling planks of wood round near the uni and talking to his dog going "look at that fucker ay? fucking hell! looking at that!"

spy vs spy.

this guy gets it right for a god head. i dont really like religion, but i love this guys billboards. it is on the church on the corner of upperton road, narborough road junction and he always has up a different billboard, in the similar style with a play on words to do with religion. they always bring a smile to my face, so from now on ill get pictures and post up.

ps. this isnt a gold one, i know the pressure is on, but some of them genuinely are very clever.

keiran faced up his favourite bay again and insisted on me taking a picture of it. here is said picture.

this girl had foundation all over the sleeve of her top, you can see it a little bit, couldnt get a better picture because she kept looking at me, it was bait. still though, you seen it? STOP PAINTING YOUR FACE

laziness at the cashpoint.

im collecting world cup stickers this year. i got two packs, and instantly got the world cup trophy. naturally i was buzzed out. the whole thing, getting them at random and opening them, getting some obscure african player you have never heard of, then someone really good! the feeling of disappointment when you get a swap.

i emptied out my change pot and went round to the co-op and bought 5 more packs. they are 50p each now, you only get 5 stickers and you dont always get a shiny. either way its not stopped me, ive spent nearly £20 this week on stickers.

i figured out, if you get all the stickers in the book, with no swapsies its going to cost 63 pounds. factor in swaps and you might as well double that.

me and darryl were meant to be playing this gig on saturday night. we went into town, got there and there was literally about 5 people inside. we didnt play.

all the other street lamps are looking at it and talking about it. "you are getting it wrong mate!" "come on pal, think about it!"

i rolled a big sticker into a cone at work on sunday. good innit.

stelling on that carried england advert thats on at the minute. you seen the bit about bobby robson? fucking hell. stelling at 1:11.

we watched chelsea spank wigan and go on to become champions round georges. i also lost 20 pounds to john because liverpool cannot score one goal past hull.

i hate this cunt so so much, he is intending on seeing out his contract at liverpool. fucking shit bastard.

sam and dan were planing on going to the lesta playoff semi final against cardiff on sunday. sam elliott lost his phone on the way down to lesta and as a result, dan (with the tickets) missed the game. sam managed to get down to the stadium and get in, because he explained all about the missing tickets, giving booking reference numbers, card holders name ect ect. dan didnt go.

i pulled an all nighter this day. from 7.30 sunday morning through to about 11 monday morning. from the photo of the street lamp being on i had not been sleep yet.

hand in for the graphics unit of the course is in this tall, rank, square grey building.

i left the library with dani and seb at about 7 o clock monday morning and still had a few things left to do.

i got them done, went, handed in my work and nearly fell asleep at uni. i couldnt wait for bed.

that evening after some nice, well deserved sleep i saw a march of jesus people. it was fucking mental, i was stood there thinking "its not fucking christmas!" they were singing a song, and there was loads of people following them.

i got a little video, but my phone was set to record a video for sending, not just continuous, so its only short. i zoomed in on the pope, who was there too.

seen a girl wearing a hoodie that said "face rapist" on it. i really dont know what to make of that, i cannot work it out. the other one said 3...4...5some! again, i dont get it.

this bloke this morning was looking through a little peep hole to see what was going on, when the entrance to the site he was looking at saw about 20 paces down the road.

some people ay. like i said, im going to be back on it now the uni year has finished, so ill do a good innit tommorow! cheers for reading.

MY ABOUT PROJECT

next monday is the assessment for the graphics module on my course. one project within the graphics module is the "about" project. in this project, we had to collect data and information about our classmates and produce an entertaining outcome that shows use of our own "visual language".

i made this poster, the poster is a game between the classmates in my group, that has been running for around 6 months, but the whole time i was obtaining information they didn't know that they were taking part in my game.


starting from the bottom left corner, the game goes through seven rounds, using the information given by the classmates to score points.

with every round, i made up the rules for the round before the data was collected. for example, when i asked the classmates for their favourite 5 movies, i couldn't care less what they were, points were awarded for the amount of f's e's and x's in the titles of the films they returned.

other rounds include a series of number questions where the answers were added together and divided by 100 to leave me with a score for the round and a round where my classmates randomly picked 10 different m&m's from a packet not knowing that different colours related to different points.

for once i have completed a piece of work that i am very happy with both in execution and concept!

thanks for reading, click the image to zoom in.

MY MATES FACES

SHEFFIELD AND FOOD

it seems like the best things that happen in my life, or rather the things that i consider worthy of taking a picture of are mainly food related.



this isnt. this is a lovely strip of trees along the edge of the park on the way to work. every one is a different colour.

gollywog mug in a shop we delivered to.

when i say we, i am referring to me and richard, the agency lorry driver. he is well sound, i had another great day driving around in the lorry. great except paying £8.30 for a burger king meal.

went to foxton boating locks again. its like the fucking league of gentlemen out there, fuck weird little inbred country drips. get a fucking life.

i hate people who when you are waiting for the lift stand right in front of the bit where it tells you what floor the lift is on. the whole time me and dani were stood waiting for the lift, we were saying how much its shit when someone is only going up a couple floors. this bitch was.

a wig on the way to work, fuck knows whats happened here.

THEY SEE ME ROLLINNNNNNN THEY HAAAAATTTTTTTING

this girl got it well wrong. the weather was going mental on this day. it started to rain and she got caught out in a t-shirt and shorts combination.

it was so bright and the rain came so fast. do you ever have that feeling where like your eyes are retracting into your head and it really hurts your eye sockets? it was that bright my eyes where doing this.

nice hat, twat. what made him try this one on and go "yep, thats it for me. found it!"

GIVE UP. GIVE UP. GIVE UP. this pisses me off so much, fuck off she is dead, stop fucking begging for sympathy because you went out for a meal and essentially killed your own daughter. fuck off and trying to get something out of this. even the most mush brained sun readers dont give a fuck anymore.

saw this rank, faggoty mess lad proper overly tonguing a girl on narborough road. he had an eyebrow piercing, plucked eye brows, and blond 3-1 spikey hair cut. fucking hell he was rank. as i walked past, he finished one snog and licked up her face, then looked at me as if to say like "check my shit". she really wasnt into it too, trying to put away, and he had such a firm grip on her, and was really forcing his tongue down her throat, as you can see in this picture. jesus he was a fucking state, you can literally choose to be whatever you want to be and he went for the way he was. fucking mess.

INDIAN JIMMY. HELLO, ONLY ME! nike tick in the flames.

gave that new peri peri chicken takeaway a go the other day. im realising how much takeaway i eat, its so bad. this was ok, considering all the hype, i wasnt to impressed. the food was good, but for people telling me it was better than nando's i dont know what fucking planet they were on. ive heard it from a few people too.

its almost shamelessly straight up copied, but with out things like spicy rice and bits and bobs. also, a big let down was the drinks selection. the same old, boring average shit. coca cola, diet coke, sprite, fanta.

the bloke in there said to me "its basically exactly the same as nandos." i thought your having a fucking laugh mate, this better be good. it was, it was just like an unreal maryland, nothing like nandos. dickhead.

look at this facing up, WELL DONE KEIRAN.

into sheffield for bank holiday grime night with max, brad and jamie.

this man had a metro newspaper tied to his back. he was picking up empty cans (for scrap?)

me and jamie had some chocolate i brought back from Australia, cadburys snack. basically, inside the pack each square of chocolate has a different filling. fudge, caramel, strawberry, turkish delight, orange and maybe something else. they were very good indeed.

chelsea beat liverpool and more or less won the league. i found a discarded football card with deco on it.

mandatory sheffield mahmoods. i got like this grilled chicken pitta thing, it was good!

the night we went to was shit. there were dj's playing baseline for fucking hours, the same old shit and people were going sick, as if it doesn't all sound the same. scorcher came out, a man i have lost all respect for, used to be promising, and now he does shit like fucking 'lipsing ting'? fuck off you silly twat. we waited hours, heard a burgaboy remix of rihanna's 'rude boy' literally about 20 times.

at about 4.30 lil narsty, d double e, footsie, p money and frisco came out, did about a 15 minute long pass around thing, and then those ridiculous bassline mc twats took over the thing, hogged the mic and just took the levels down. its annoying that everyone in the grime scene moans about grime not blowing up, but nobody in the scene can even be bothered to turn up when they are booked.

nobody in the crowd new what they were doing, they all just stood still, didnt know even the most starter level lyrics, it was a joke, i wont be going to one of these things for a while.

lil narsty showering down,

asian bassline foundation. the lad half in the shot in the red jumper on the left was one of the most annoying twats inside. take off your fucking sunglasses you tosser.

OOOOOOOOOOOAH OOOOOOOOOOOAH, not the same as the first time we saw him at this club, not enough grime heads inside.

me and bradley encountered some close parking on the way home.

bradley and i got a subway when back in lesta feeling absolutely rank the next day. bradley goes stupid on the lettuce, he just kept telling the woman to put more and more in. we both stole some crisps from the stand thing and felt like criminals.

ROYAL CHICKEN NUMBER PLATE BITCH!!!!!

uni is going fucking crazy, all the assessments for the year are over the course of this week, ive had bookmaking today (all the dog stuff i have posted) and graphics and that is next week. i went to the library after football on monday night and it was so packed out. i fucking hate loud african girls and horny annoying indian lads.

i dont mean to sound like a cunt, im not racist, some of my nearest and dearest mates are from different backgrounds to me but what the fuck is up with indian culture? as time passes and im starting to go to the library more, ive sussed it out. the home life is so strict that even at ages of 20 and upwards the parents would not be happy with the children going out and staying out late. especially not hanging around with the opposite sex.

if they tell their parents they are going out of the house to the library, then it changes everything, and they use is as time to socialise with out pressure, away from parents. it fucking pisses me off so so much, hearing loud gaggles of indian lads acting like they are black, and seeing friggid cock-teasing indian girls not putting out. its not a fucking youth club, its not a fucking hang out. i go there in the middle of the night, and literally see groups of 20 - 30 chatting away and laughing.

its a fucking library, its meant to be quiet and im trying to do work. fuck off back to your houses and break the rules of some made up person in the sky created to control the weak minded and live a happy life where you can do what you want.

the photo is of a girl watching eastenders. just go home innit? why be up? why not watch it in bed at home? one lad was watching the snooker but i couldnt get a flick.

i had a wicked morning today with my dad, for a uni project i needed some 8 x 4 foot boards, so he drove me to uni to drop off my book making work, then over to b&q, we got the wood, had breakfast cobs in my dads car, (of which i was served by a genius, ill write below) and just generally had a nice chat. i aint seen him in a while.

the cob genius was something else. he was texting away whilst watching the bacon and sausages cook and said to me "dont girls do your head in?" i make the mistake of asking why he says that.

he goes on to tell me that his girlfriend is messing him around, always having a go because he isnt texting back all the time. he told me that his cob truck thing is very busy over bank holiday weekend, and that he cant always text back. he said they have been 'together' 8 weeks and he has not yet met her!! they have a phone relationship and he said she is saying she is shy and is scared to meet him. he said 'we have been getting on so well recently too, and now this!'

i thought it was fucking mental, i didnt know whether to laugh or cry for him.

my sister brought me over biiig boy pasta bake. it was proper nice, got sweetcorn, chicken and peppers in it, the best things in food.

dan and hof had a lovely pizza together. i spent about an hour in the living room half watching avatar. shit look so so so so so long. fuck that.

ill post up a few bits, got a few knocking about, im just really busy with uni work at the minute, thank you for reading if you did!