Tuesday 11 August 2009

annorlexic disrexic (another potential band name)

well, the ridiculously long summer holiday is fast heading to the finish, and i've ridiculously little to show for it. HOWEVER, I have decided to step up my game and can now recite 8 verses from memory of Billy Joes seminal "We didn't start the fire" Only another 7 left to memorise. Will i make it in time for the 1st blindfolded karyokee challenge of the student union??? Gripping stuff.

it is less than a week till my long overdue holiday from work, with only 20 more labourious hours rota'd in. And let me tell you that time has decided to make out with turtles, snails and any other lethargic animals it can get its lips around. Sunday limped for 12 hours and Yesterday positivly CRAWLED like a caitpillar for 13. it is no exageration to say that even the clock was to tired to caress the top numbers.

On the upside, foolish rotaing has given me an extra day off, so i can go back home and celebrate my good friend rosses 21st, and far more importantly my freedom from the mind forged manacles of work. in preperation i am doing my best to avoid booze till that happy day, where i will get drunker than a skunk who lost his wife in a tragic car accident. plus i can hit on both rosses MAW and his sister. there is literally no way that could end bad for me.

Thought of the day-lets be honest, we all secretly wanted dick dasterdardly to win at least once

Tuesday 4 August 2009

I am not a number-merely a series of letters

you know, i don't think i've been 100% healthy in about 5 years. i spend more of the year with a cold than without it and my body seems to see saw between shivers and sweats hourly. Then again i guess most people spend the majority of their life not being 100%. Probably we all hover in the mid 70's and 80's. Only monks and fitness gurus feel the best they can feel within any concistant time frame

In an unrealted thread of thought, am I the only one that is VERY suspcious of all those adverts and websites that offer to pay you for your old mobile phones. There is almost certainly some scam or plot going on there, maybe old phones never passed safetly tests so they're being called in to avoid lawsuits. or perhaps ear cells are being harvested to create clones, having carefully been culitvated and mutated by all that microwave radiation. Well they sure aint getting my phone! mainly cause i lost it (Although a call did reveal that it is now owned by a surely old man who is also called Robert)

I saw the last episode of cult hit series The Prisoner, and was dissapointed. And worried. I've a sneaky suspcion Lost will end in a similar manner, despite all those fan theories I checked and crossed referenced. It seems that absolutely no female lost fan like Kate, though i suspet thats out of polar bear prision sex jealousy.

thought of the day-I wonder if the queen likes coronation chicken