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.
WASTEGASH OF THE WEEK - MADONNA
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.
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.
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.
some nice sunset and a strangley square cloud near upperton road bridge. the weather is still pretty glorious. 
me and jamie had a grime night at mine, temporarily crashed by george and blake, and then they went out. i also found out that the indian supermarket near royal chicken has been selling black grapes the whole time. i got a bottle of that thing innit. gonna get another one in a bit.
man, we got the oldies out. i also heard that they are making lord of the mics 3, and that ghetto is gonna clash p money. its funny, because just that night me and jamie were on about how there is no good clashes these days. 
ever pretencious jamie campbell got some sushi from tesco garage on the way to football this week. when we got to the feild, he made sure everyone saw it. football was still good this week, great turn out. dan is playing this weekend and as it is jamies last weekend in lesta, he wants to do olders vs youngers again. 
yeah boy. that night valena made stuffed peppers, stuffed with pork mince and rice. they were fucking lovely. she has got virgin, so we watched some on demand tv and chilled.
hat-trick tonight orrrrr
this is the contempt look of two young men ready to embark on a journey. thats right, i bit the bullet and went to do my asda shopping. i got some nice things, but nothing quiet as nice as....
cremy! the banana flavour wheat cereal. i hate it how rascist these kind of old style designs can be. just because it has a young black lad on the box, it means it has to be banana flavour. i couldnt find stawberry or any other flavour for the life of me.
this is a nice portrait of how the world is chaging, dont you reckon? SAT NAV? FUCKING SAT NAV? when you think of a typical car booter, do you think of a ayo-technology head? me neither. how modern.
ergh!!!!! waaaaay too much. i know what you are thinking. surely just brother and sister, out on a little walk. no way, or atleast i hope not thought me and hof when we saw the lad grope the arse of the girl. awful. they were both so pale and pastie looking. 
that evening, fresh with shopping from asda, i made that chicken and rice dinner for valena. i think it was the best one i ever done. i used red pepper, yellow pepper, red onion, brown rice, chicken breasts (he he) peas, some jamaican seasoning, salt and lemon juice (pictured). fuck me it was delicious.
when i went to the bank yesterday, i saw drogba in town. this was the best photo i could get seen as he was a massive bloke, and was looking at me like he could eat me for a snack. deffo him though, ask no questions.
i saw a really dead bird. oh, see how it has stopped now? what a funny thing ay. fuck off.
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.
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.
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.
