thursday night i was supporting the www . generation at the shed. they played really well, and it was there last gig for a while, because danny (far left) is off to uni sooni.
the following morning, i went for a breakfast with billy. it was just nice thankyou. billy insists on retaining an air of ellegance whenever he eat together.
you know that house on the mad mile? the one that has the big chicken statue rocking a high-vis? and bare sculptures in the window? they have only gone and stuck loads of toys on there from walland painted it and stuff. they are all action figures and that. also, there is a poster, saying they have lost a pigeon and to phone this number if you find it. ill post number up soon.
all weekend at booker i was on reception, doing nothing. its getting so boring its unreal. also, that twat vernon kay was on the radio. i really thought about it, and i figured out why i hate him. its because he is really pratronising and fake. like, he has spoken before about ow he has been uni, and he is obviously minted and he lives in london.now when getting people to send media message pictures in the radio station, he was like "chippys, sparkies, all the grafters, doing real jobs send us your pictures". and i just thought you tosser. when was the last time you hung a door vernon? stop trying to sound all working class and down with the boys. aswell as this, because it is the time of year when everyone is travelling to uni, he was getting them to phone in.
also, when talking on the phone to a electrician he was all like "yeah yeah, them student tax dodgers." and all this, trying to come across like a right pubby lad. he is such a fucking twat.
another thing what really does my fucking head in is the way he thinks tess daily is the fittest girl ever. he was on about how he likes girls wearing mens boxers, and he was like, "oooh yes, i like seeing tess strutting her stuff about in a pair of my ck's...pwoar, imagine that...save it boys, save it up." as if she is top of the list to run through your head next time your boshing one off. fucking gormy stictly come dancing dickhead.
sammy took me for a wicked mcdonalds yesterday up food court. i aint been there since ive been back from my holiday, it was like, yes bisshhhhhh im home.
after this, although i forgot to get a flick (!) i played football with a load of the lads down riverside field. it was a good match, but it got a bit dark and cold! later that night i met up with dan and kyle, and we went odeon to see tropic thunder. before it there was a really inspiring nike advert with loads of clips of athletes running over the finish line in slow motion.
tropic thunder was the most fucking embarasing shite ive seen in a very, very long time. literally, it made us all giggle about twice in the whole film. jack black is the most unfunny wastemaaan. it was really weird, cause all the shots were like it was a bare action film, but it was meant to be a comedy. it was just really really shite.
we chilled down great central for a bit. after dan went in his, me and kyle sat on dans front wall and chatted for a while. it got late (or early) and we called it a night (or day.)
WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - DAVID TENNANT/DR WHO.
burst on to the british t.v scene a little while ago as a proper prospect and was really quiet cool in his day. now a just fucking hate him. he takes all the bad parts of richard hammonds face and times them by ten. he is like a bare favourite with the mums, and he has got him self down as a right hunk. i seen him on friday night with jonathon ross or something a little while ago, and when he came out, a load of the woman were wolf whisling and that, and he was well smug. these ridiculously over-expresionate faces he pulls when fighting a darlic! ah wicked! now i understand that dr who is ofcourse a fictional character, but part of my thing is the people who like it, they are ALL dickheads. grow up, leave it in the past. stand back and see how fucking embarrasing this shit is, its for little babies. sci fi? fuck off. i wish it just stayed in the past.
No comments:
Post a Comment