FOOD-GLORIOUS-FOOD-LAND

it seems from looking through the pictures i take of a week that all i seem to think about is food. all the highpoints of my week are food based.

as if bus chairs can feel emotions, let alone first buses. fucking rank tramp-hole excuse buses probably love that shit.

and i saw the crappest chocolate packaging ever, look at this shit. atleast pretend to make a bit of an effort. think is, it was 79p and when you have got pricemarked 99p dairy milk next to it, which is twice the size, what are you gonna pick?

valena has been doing a painting of marylin monroe recently. i quickly painted some mountains and trees, its finished, but i cant get a good photo of it.

after work on sunday, me and sasi rushed out and got to oasis on narbs quick enough to catch some build up and watch the liverpool v man u match. good times.

that night, with 500g chicken breasts that i got reduced to a pound at work because of short date, i made some real nice chicken and rice. the pepper was 20p from the indian supermarket, co-op can go fuck itself.

monday come around and it was mine and valenas one year. we went to terracotta for that all you can eat chinese shit, and to see up; the new disney pixar movie. the food was real nice, they had this cheesecake with little cherries and that in it, it was the best.

the film was good too, there is a montage thats about 5 minutes long about ten minutes in, with no talking that shows the life that carl (the main character) shared with his wife, it was pretty good.

i never trust that "jelly". for me, jelly is translucent, not opaque.

as is that wasnt enough, after lesson the next day me and valena walked into town to go and get some pizza hut buffet, all you can eat. challenge meal. 

a funny thing happened too. some bitch was loading up her plate, and one muslim woman in a vale stopped the woman and told her that these little tiny things were actually bacon bites. the other muslim woman (the plate loader) put her plate down and thanked the woman, and started loading up another plate. so while i was getting my slices, i was thinking; you know what? bacon bites sound real cool. so i turned round and asked the plate loader where they were. she pointed me towards them and said "do you like them then?" and i gestured towards myself and replied "yes. believe or not, im not a muslim." the woman paused and i thought shit, shouldnt really of said that.

then she pure started laughing, really getting into it and turned round to tell her mate what i said, her mate found it funny too. im the comedy hero at pizza hut once again.

trousers at tk maxx. trousers with buttons and collars that you wear on your upper body.

charity cake sale at uni. i thought, fuck it... i like a chocolate brownie, ill bosh one. i walked over with my money out, and asked how much they were. the bitch replied "a pound". i couldnt get out of it. i had my money out and she was already bagging up a really small one, so i just had to have it. fucking rip off, shit was dryer than a nun's crotch too.

on a better note, elsa came down on wednesday to visit man and we had a really good night. sat around and listened to music and played fifa. sam plays a passing game.

i dont know why this is underlined now. macs innit, all fun and fucking games. i forgot to say, i got a new phone too, cancelled my rinse contract on 3 and now im with orange so its all 241 cinema shit and magic numbers. its a little cybershot sony erricson, and its got a pretty nice little camera on it. with a crap weird flash though it can make hof look like jesus.

so i was messing around with the camera that day at work and its really nice and sharp. here are some of the pictures i took with it. i had a wonderful pasta salad from tesco on my lunch, shit was real real good.

and a cheese and pickle sandwich.

its just all about food. the next day valena made me pancakes and i had a big big stack with nutella and a glass of orange juice. breakfast in bed is one of the best things ever invented.

book shopping for my travels yesterday, and i came across this little gem in the true crimes section. read the top line of the blurb on the back (ha ha!)

we had a little get together at mine and dans last night, and it was a nice chance to see everyone before i go away. we played poker, dan won, john whitied, bradley jammed on fifa and jr wore a good t-shirt.

this was up at the bridge near the western pub today. i was looking at it and it looks really like an entrance to a wrestling pay per view. made me laugh, as i walked through it, i thought shall i just clothesline someone? and GET IT OOORN.

WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - ROBERT PATTINSON

this fucking bitches face is everywhere at the minute, because he has got the new twighlight movie coming out on some gay emo shit. i used to think, you know, this guy is alright when he was in son of rambo, wearing really smart nice clothes but now he is basically just a girl with a dick. and we aint seen that so we cannot be sure. fuck him, fuck his way of driving bitches crazy and fuck his shit films. wide-headed-pointy-faced-bent-waaaaaasteman.

so yeah, like i said, im going away. basically my dad's dad got back in touch with my dad (they havent seen each other since the 70's) and he isnt very well. so my dad has inherited some money from him, and with it, it was his wish that we went out to visit him in australia (where he now lives). so the time has come, and tommorow night im flying out, to go to singapore, bali and then to australia. im going to be away for a month, but ill still be snapping away, and if i can while im out there, im going to be blogging away.