I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and said "damn thats a lotta hair" and that was just my chest. but as of late my mane is lookin fine on account of the fact that I have started (pretty much by accident) using conditioner. and let me tell you, it makes a difference baby. 3 whole people have commented and 1 actually took it upon themselves to run their hands through it (slightly innappropriate of josh, given we've been workin together for less than a week) BUT, i have always firmly beleived that anyone whos thinks of themselves as very good looking is, simply put a bit of an arse. So in no way have I let the many many comments about my sexyness go to my head, which coupled with the fact I have decided to avoid the lameness of the drunken pull means that ole bobby boy is much the same as ever.
Anyhoo, recent events involve-being coerced into assisting the robbery of a bar, though my accomplice allegedly knows the owner so its cool. Being forced to guard the 10 bottles of wine in the middle of the street. Turning down a co workers drunken advances. being asked to break down a door. failing to break down a door and hurting myself. and being scared to death by a naked woman. well not scared i just felt a tad awkward. pretty good night actually.
Then there was the swellness of the collectible convention that me emma and kat went to. bought some cheap ass comics and failed to meet giles. did see seamus from the harry potter films though. it was a fun day out but dang and blast no alcohol was involved. still i do love hanging with them classy ladies in pirate and witch hat respectively.
also i watched sister act 2 (far better than the 1st in my opinion) and babe (far better than the 2nd)
if i had words i'd make a day for you
I'd sing you one golden and new
I'd make this day last for all time
with a night all bathed in moonshine
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
Monday, 20 August 2007
baby's on the half tip
Plans keep going awry as of late. mainly because I never plan anything. Night out in glasgow with ross and jane-ABORTED. night out with with Joe and his lady friend-DELAYED. Geek fest with emma and kat-UNLIKELY. then there are a couple of other things that are really gettin me down that i don't mention for various reasons. details would dissapoint and perhaps disgust my readership. Also I'm hungry
enough emo though. I've been home a few times which is fine and dandy. celebrated rosses birthday in typical style, just hung out at his and shot the shit with the whole family. even bought his mum a bottle of wine so she'd drink with me. christ knows why but the palmers always seem to enjoy a visit from bob, or maybe thats just wishful thinking on my part.
something fairly awesome did happen though. my brother his girlfriend and pepsi max came through for her birthday and invited me out with them which was swell. we went to the cat house- a magical place where people in black style their hair impressivly large and all women seem to wear corrsets. the music of course was mostly naff but then i don't think a club on earth exists where it turns out to be to bobs taste, so we mostly just sang our own upbeat 90's pop rock. a plus of the cat house is that i don't get treated suspiciously for havin lotsa hair on my face, a minus being that I am sick and tired of these muthafuckin goths in this muthafuckin club. a nice suprise was seeing friend of a friend who'd i'd like to consider a friend gail. even more awesome was that her 2 friends knew of the heart warming thing that is highschool musical, thus immediatly endearing themselves towards me. unfortunatly I think at the very end I may have commited a bit of a social "fo pah" Guess I'll find out next time i see jane though it may well mean an ass kicking.
Finished reading starship troopers. damn good book if a tad smug about its own social commentary. todays exciting plan on my day off work-read paper and eat at subway. livin the dream man, livin the dream
enough emo though. I've been home a few times which is fine and dandy. celebrated rosses birthday in typical style, just hung out at his and shot the shit with the whole family. even bought his mum a bottle of wine so she'd drink with me. christ knows why but the palmers always seem to enjoy a visit from bob, or maybe thats just wishful thinking on my part.
something fairly awesome did happen though. my brother his girlfriend and pepsi max came through for her birthday and invited me out with them which was swell. we went to the cat house- a magical place where people in black style their hair impressivly large and all women seem to wear corrsets. the music of course was mostly naff but then i don't think a club on earth exists where it turns out to be to bobs taste, so we mostly just sang our own upbeat 90's pop rock. a plus of the cat house is that i don't get treated suspiciously for havin lotsa hair on my face, a minus being that I am sick and tired of these muthafuckin goths in this muthafuckin club. a nice suprise was seeing friend of a friend who'd i'd like to consider a friend gail. even more awesome was that her 2 friends knew of the heart warming thing that is highschool musical, thus immediatly endearing themselves towards me. unfortunatly I think at the very end I may have commited a bit of a social "fo pah" Guess I'll find out next time i see jane though it may well mean an ass kicking.
Finished reading starship troopers. damn good book if a tad smug about its own social commentary. todays exciting plan on my day off work-read paper and eat at subway. livin the dream man, livin the dream
Thursday, 9 August 2007
update
An attempt was made at my life. crazy ass gordon left the gas on with no flame when he went out at 5am for work and i only discovered this at 9. windows were open though so death was averted. And thats the 1st intresting thing to happen in the flat. his girlfriends coming over today which i actually like cause it gives another person to talk to. He also has a resit today which reminded me that I have one too. its on the 20th and i'm really not sure if i should bother. much rather do another elective in 2nd year and it is in no way essential to furtheriung my own auspicous ends.
I called (well texted-anyone that knows bob knows what hes like on the dog) that girl and we met in a pub. I did it for the worst reasons possible-boredom and lonliness. rob k prince of pathetic. and it went BAD. 1st off she had clearly spent a lot of time on her appearance and i just kinda shambled in so felt guilty bout that. then it turned out we had zippo in common and the conversation just became more forced and painfully starined. Then I started talking about masturbaton for ages (christ knows why) and i think she kinda gave up on me at that point. we exited the stage with the implication and unspoken understanding that we would not be seeing each other again. On the plus though, it confirms my suspicons that i may well not be ready for female relations again and even if i am, i should get to know them first.
Team sexy geek met up! dirty joe is back from lands afar with a lame tatoo and we had a reunion with petite emma in the union. I never realised how much i miss shooting the shit with them 2 and many tales were swapped (i really don't think my own story was anything to brag about-i told it out of shame) and drinks were quaffed. Emma is fast becoming "one of the others" ie a drinker so hurrah for that.
And the heatwave makes work shit. can't remember the last quiet day. still, whatever pays them bills. 2G's old album the throes is pretty dang good
I called (well texted-anyone that knows bob knows what hes like on the dog) that girl and we met in a pub. I did it for the worst reasons possible-boredom and lonliness. rob k prince of pathetic. and it went BAD. 1st off she had clearly spent a lot of time on her appearance and i just kinda shambled in so felt guilty bout that. then it turned out we had zippo in common and the conversation just became more forced and painfully starined. Then I started talking about masturbaton for ages (christ knows why) and i think she kinda gave up on me at that point. we exited the stage with the implication and unspoken understanding that we would not be seeing each other again. On the plus though, it confirms my suspicons that i may well not be ready for female relations again and even if i am, i should get to know them first.
Team sexy geek met up! dirty joe is back from lands afar with a lame tatoo and we had a reunion with petite emma in the union. I never realised how much i miss shooting the shit with them 2 and many tales were swapped (i really don't think my own story was anything to brag about-i told it out of shame) and drinks were quaffed. Emma is fast becoming "one of the others" ie a drinker so hurrah for that.
And the heatwave makes work shit. can't remember the last quiet day. still, whatever pays them bills. 2G's old album the throes is pretty dang good
Monday, 30 July 2007
recovered
Well, pirate epilepsy night was...intresting to say the least. After showing upalmost 3 hours too early ("I said 10 TO 1 Robert, not 10") me jane and the stirling chap that was dave met at the station and proceeded to the ark. quite a nice place, but as always i was outraged that I had to pay more than 2 quid a pint. there we met other people with the condition that I have been forbidden to make inappriate remarks about and they discussed it to some degree, sharing experiences and difficulties that they had encountered. though i was sorely (aha) tempted too, i did NOT chirp in "thats nothing, you should see my rash" on a quick side note in regards to rash, turns out wearing 3/4's to work is a genius idea and provides pleasant ventialation in problem areas.
in all seriousness though, i did learn some stuff that quite surpised me, such as that people with epilepsy often dislocate their shoulders during seizures and that they cannot have their sleep cycle disturbed without incident. I then had to do that most hated of all social skills, make small talk. I did it purely for their and my friend janes benefit as anyone who knows bob knows he is quite happy silently sitting in the corner with his pint glaring out at the world and all the shiney happy people within it. well, on some days anyway.
we then met up later for the highly coveted pirate night out. unfortunatly only dave and his ladyfriend put in any real effort and spent the night guilting everyone else about their lack of pirate regalia. however as i have always said, a pirate is made so by his drunken salty swashbuckling attitude, as opposed to any outfit he may be attired in. sides, MY HAT GOT STOLEN. damn fine pirate hat it was too, made me a fricken babe magnet. this was in campus, where i had to play baby sitter to some degree to these people that were quite clearly not used to gong out and drinking. almost as trying as it was not to perve over daves lady, whos pirate outfit was ever so slightly revealing in both the leg and chest areas. reckon i did a good job on both accounts so alls well that ends well. no fights and few real problems.
a girl gave me her number. she was pretty and seemed nice but i don't think i'll call her. not sober anyways, far too daunting a prospect for that. clubs in my opinion, are terrible places to meet people. musics too loud and everyones too drunk for you to get a sense of who they are.
and then i slept, then worked then slept, then worked and then finally recovered.
in all seriousness though, i did learn some stuff that quite surpised me, such as that people with epilepsy often dislocate their shoulders during seizures and that they cannot have their sleep cycle disturbed without incident. I then had to do that most hated of all social skills, make small talk. I did it purely for their and my friend janes benefit as anyone who knows bob knows he is quite happy silently sitting in the corner with his pint glaring out at the world and all the shiney happy people within it. well, on some days anyway.
we then met up later for the highly coveted pirate night out. unfortunatly only dave and his ladyfriend put in any real effort and spent the night guilting everyone else about their lack of pirate regalia. however as i have always said, a pirate is made so by his drunken salty swashbuckling attitude, as opposed to any outfit he may be attired in. sides, MY HAT GOT STOLEN. damn fine pirate hat it was too, made me a fricken babe magnet. this was in campus, where i had to play baby sitter to some degree to these people that were quite clearly not used to gong out and drinking. almost as trying as it was not to perve over daves lady, whos pirate outfit was ever so slightly revealing in both the leg and chest areas. reckon i did a good job on both accounts so alls well that ends well. no fights and few real problems.
a girl gave me her number. she was pretty and seemed nice but i don't think i'll call her. not sober anyways, far too daunting a prospect for that. clubs in my opinion, are terrible places to meet people. musics too loud and everyones too drunk for you to get a sense of who they are.
and then i slept, then worked then slept, then worked and then finally recovered.
Friday, 27 July 2007
pirate epilepsy
i'm not too sure of the point of the blog anymore, too be honest. too scared to put my really deep down dark opinions on to it. still, it kills the time that desperatly needs to be killed, so you're all just gonna have to put up with guarded opinions and hidden meanings. don't get me wrong, though i have few real convictions I will say whats really on my mind in a one to one scenario that hopefully includes drink. not on the scary, porn laden place of the internet though, no siree. anyhoo
tommorow is epilepsy pirate awareness day, where i shall make good use of my beard that I have been cultivating and make inappropriate remarks regarding said condition. Its gonna be swell though it does mean an early rise. not too daunting a prospect given work-the one constant in my fairly dull routine-quite often means the same.
A worrying thing has happened at work. on hearing that I did journalism at uni paul the builder/press advisor has seen fit to include me in various press and publicity work that i really don;'t know or care too much about. I mean i never intended to be a journalist, it was always creative writing for bob, despite the fact I refuse to identify myself as a writer. Just seems a tad pretentious too me, like an art student going on about some shitty dandy warhole painting. so what if he was the first to do it. far as i know I was the first to mix chiken and sardines in a sandwich but i don't bang on about it and try and pass it off as anymore than a nutirtious delicious snack.
On the plus side i finished harry potter, panned out pretty much how expected and was good but kinda got cheesey at the end. and as i indeed predicted-harry got some! kudos to the boy who lived without taking advantage from 1st year of all the women who wanted to whore themselves to him.
another plus is the return of 3 wayward companions. of major note is CL, the first good friend I had in this mean city. I had been growing increasingly worried about the silent treatment i had been recieving from her and tis a relief to know shes still here. plus joe and emmarrrr are back from their hols (i myself too poor to venture abroad) and with any luck we shall all be quaffing and swapping tall tales of sexual conquest/incompetence/repression (well I will) next tues. 2 nights out in the space of a week! christ my social calander must be suprised.
I also had a very nice time going back to the folks for a few days. might sound lame but I am genuinely proud of my parents and having gone a month or so without seeing them for any length of time it was very good indeed to see them. saw a whole heap of friends and have become convinced i need to get rossy boy in the big smoke to cheer him up.
time for a slash now, so later
tommorow is epilepsy pirate awareness day, where i shall make good use of my beard that I have been cultivating and make inappropriate remarks regarding said condition. Its gonna be swell though it does mean an early rise. not too daunting a prospect given work-the one constant in my fairly dull routine-quite often means the same.
A worrying thing has happened at work. on hearing that I did journalism at uni paul the builder/press advisor has seen fit to include me in various press and publicity work that i really don;'t know or care too much about. I mean i never intended to be a journalist, it was always creative writing for bob, despite the fact I refuse to identify myself as a writer. Just seems a tad pretentious too me, like an art student going on about some shitty dandy warhole painting. so what if he was the first to do it. far as i know I was the first to mix chiken and sardines in a sandwich but i don't bang on about it and try and pass it off as anymore than a nutirtious delicious snack.
On the plus side i finished harry potter, panned out pretty much how expected and was good but kinda got cheesey at the end. and as i indeed predicted-harry got some! kudos to the boy who lived without taking advantage from 1st year of all the women who wanted to whore themselves to him.
another plus is the return of 3 wayward companions. of major note is CL, the first good friend I had in this mean city. I had been growing increasingly worried about the silent treatment i had been recieving from her and tis a relief to know shes still here. plus joe and emmarrrr are back from their hols (i myself too poor to venture abroad) and with any luck we shall all be quaffing and swapping tall tales of sexual conquest/incompetence/repression (well I will) next tues. 2 nights out in the space of a week! christ my social calander must be suprised.
I also had a very nice time going back to the folks for a few days. might sound lame but I am genuinely proud of my parents and having gone a month or so without seeing them for any length of time it was very good indeed to see them. saw a whole heap of friends and have become convinced i need to get rossy boy in the big smoke to cheer him up.
time for a slash now, so later
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
I wanna spend all your money!
Hell of a lot has happened since last post. some of it funny, some scary and some painful...
Saw Harry potter wooo! best one by far and amazinlyg i didn't look like a dirty old man in the cinema as a lot of young women had dragged their boyfriends too see it. there was much forlorn muttering about die hard 4 during the credits. Jane came too so I wasn't even a lonely loner bastard as I suspected i might have been.
Me jane and emmarrrrr also had a night out of beveraging which was swell. lends support to my theory that it doesn't matter what you do with your time, its who you do it with that really matters. Not that I've done either of them, why'd i want to wish that horrible and awkward experience on those i care about.
The leaving party for the chefs-OH MAN. some details are simply unfit for a public access blog like this. needless to say it was certainly intresting and i think i've found a way to scam free drink in a big way. just go to a gay bar and looked all tired and worn. I must have had about 5 offers. So yeah, my first gay bar. have to say not all that bad. drinks were cheap and the music was excellently cheesey (lot of kielly) It was only in the toilet things were horribly...well gay. not that I'm phobic about such things. I just don't care to see anyone doing anything to anyone in that kinda way. And yes, i know I'm sexually repressed so bah. and no I'm not gay. As the joke at work goes-possibly bi-deffinetly not curious.
The party continued on to annas girlfriends flat which was very swanky. I'm very jealous of anna cause her girlfriend is awesome in many ways. I even said to her "damn you for being a lesbian!" it was all kinda surreal cause it was me and about 10 women-half of them lesbians just drinking away. then they all started dancing with each other and i went for a very cold shower. and THEN bad things happened. won't give details but i sure as hell felt the urge for another shower and maybe a metal scouger.....
work was hell the next day-for the simple reason i had not sleep finished at 4 went home and went to bed at 8. slept for 13 hours and felt great in the morn. Today at work was fine sides from the fact i caused mike to slip and fall quite hard-which he guilted me about for the rest of the day. I mean if he made me slip I wouldn't care at all and he'd make many jokes about it. I really do worry bout him cause his life to be frank seems shit. and his health is even worst. in so many ways he reminds me of my big brother. I just kinda want to take him aside and say. "look you gotta sort yourself out, cause if things continued as they are-you are quite literally going to die" it be pointless though. respect for bob aint too high and in no danger of rising
Saw Harry potter wooo! best one by far and amazinlyg i didn't look like a dirty old man in the cinema as a lot of young women had dragged their boyfriends too see it. there was much forlorn muttering about die hard 4 during the credits. Jane came too so I wasn't even a lonely loner bastard as I suspected i might have been.
Me jane and emmarrrrr also had a night out of beveraging which was swell. lends support to my theory that it doesn't matter what you do with your time, its who you do it with that really matters. Not that I've done either of them, why'd i want to wish that horrible and awkward experience on those i care about.
The leaving party for the chefs-OH MAN. some details are simply unfit for a public access blog like this. needless to say it was certainly intresting and i think i've found a way to scam free drink in a big way. just go to a gay bar and looked all tired and worn. I must have had about 5 offers. So yeah, my first gay bar. have to say not all that bad. drinks were cheap and the music was excellently cheesey (lot of kielly) It was only in the toilet things were horribly...well gay. not that I'm phobic about such things. I just don't care to see anyone doing anything to anyone in that kinda way. And yes, i know I'm sexually repressed so bah. and no I'm not gay. As the joke at work goes-possibly bi-deffinetly not curious.
The party continued on to annas girlfriends flat which was very swanky. I'm very jealous of anna cause her girlfriend is awesome in many ways. I even said to her "damn you for being a lesbian!" it was all kinda surreal cause it was me and about 10 women-half of them lesbians just drinking away. then they all started dancing with each other and i went for a very cold shower. and THEN bad things happened. won't give details but i sure as hell felt the urge for another shower and maybe a metal scouger.....
work was hell the next day-for the simple reason i had not sleep finished at 4 went home and went to bed at 8. slept for 13 hours and felt great in the morn. Today at work was fine sides from the fact i caused mike to slip and fall quite hard-which he guilted me about for the rest of the day. I mean if he made me slip I wouldn't care at all and he'd make many jokes about it. I really do worry bout him cause his life to be frank seems shit. and his health is even worst. in so many ways he reminds me of my big brother. I just kinda want to take him aside and say. "look you gotta sort yourself out, cause if things continued as they are-you are quite literally going to die" it be pointless though. respect for bob aint too high and in no danger of rising
Monday, 9 July 2007
that was his routine
Been a fair while since a post. Appologies to all concerned-ie not many. been working a fair bit though and theres something about washing dishes and pots for 6 to 10 hours that leaves the mind feeling fairly dulled. The fulltime KP james is on holiday so I'm havin to pick up a fait bit of slack-which is fine by me. Means I;'ll actually be in funds for once and is also keepin me busy. Busy hands of course being callused burned cut smelly happy hands. Also sometimes its good to have a numbed out brain. quite a terrible thing to be left alone with nothing but your thoughts for any great length of time. aint to keen on some of this things that cross my mind as of late. anyways...
All the bloody chefs that I like soo much are leaving and it sucks big time. sad as it sounds we were getting fair close and they're the only people i see on a regular basis. Still, least there'll be a few leaving parties where i will hopefull get some free hooch at.
Missed jamies (brother numero duo) birthday but made it up to him when he and the folks visted. we went too the shops and I told him he could pick something under £20. so the bugger hunts high and low till he finds a game that is £19.99. bah, i'm a poor student damnit and that could have bought a good bit of drink.
Hopfully seeing some friends (I do have more than one believe it or not) soonish though it will be a struggle with work being such a predominant thing. may well mean going without much sleep but tis better to go through life on highs and lows rather than some bloody steady unwavering stright monotonous line.
PLayin guitar a lot as of late too, really need to hunker down and write some of my own shit. theres this cool laid back coffee place nearby that does open mike and it be pretty awesome if i could get myself up to preforming standard.
and theres a whole bunch of other stuff that i could write about but won't cause its all fairly naff like andy warhole-made the mistake of saying that at work when i was talkin art to art students. I still think comic book artists are far superior
All the bloody chefs that I like soo much are leaving and it sucks big time. sad as it sounds we were getting fair close and they're the only people i see on a regular basis. Still, least there'll be a few leaving parties where i will hopefull get some free hooch at.
Missed jamies (brother numero duo) birthday but made it up to him when he and the folks visted. we went too the shops and I told him he could pick something under £20. so the bugger hunts high and low till he finds a game that is £19.99. bah, i'm a poor student damnit and that could have bought a good bit of drink.
Hopfully seeing some friends (I do have more than one believe it or not) soonish though it will be a struggle with work being such a predominant thing. may well mean going without much sleep but tis better to go through life on highs and lows rather than some bloody steady unwavering stright monotonous line.
PLayin guitar a lot as of late too, really need to hunker down and write some of my own shit. theres this cool laid back coffee place nearby that does open mike and it be pretty awesome if i could get myself up to preforming standard.
and theres a whole bunch of other stuff that i could write about but won't cause its all fairly naff like andy warhole-made the mistake of saying that at work when i was talkin art to art students. I still think comic book artists are far superior
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