недеља, фебруар 29
so, last weekend...i think.......it may have been in the week actually, me and the rest of the Band That Never Was? went for an inaugral rehearsal at a facility such for, in the dingy recesses of langley. this was our first proper rehearsal (bar numerous forgettable occasions in a non-sound-proof practice room at school, where mucho rockage was not possible), thus much anticipation was anticipated.
the first hour passed with little notable incident, save me seeing how much feedback it was possible to produce from my (new) telecaster, and andrew reducing his drum sticks to match sticks. nearly. but then we started trying to get vocals goin, filling everyones ears with deafening high-pitched mike feedback.
we eventually got a song sort of worked out (first verse, bridge)
tbc
the first hour passed with little notable incident, save me seeing how much feedback it was possible to produce from my (new) telecaster, and andrew reducing his drum sticks to match sticks. nearly. but then we started trying to get vocals goin, filling everyones ears with deafening high-pitched mike feedback.
we eventually got a song sort of worked out (first verse, bridge)
tbc
субота, фебруар 7
everybody knows that the pixies have reformed.
what's that? who are the pixies?
what does reformed mean?
well, retards, let me tell you. the pixies were THE seminal alternative rock band of the 1980's-90's.
(what does seminal mean?FUCK YOU!!!!!)
anyway, they paved the way for "trailblazers" like nirvana and all those other knobs to break into mainstream audio passages, thereby effectively destroying the "alternative" musical movement forever. they broke up in 1993, '92 really, and have always stated "pigs will fly before we get back together". kinda like the eagles. both great bands ultimately morally ruined by the quest for the all mighty dollar ($).
that's not to say i wasn't busting my ass to get some tickets for this momentous event.
however, due to circumstances beyond my control (fate blatantly) i was unable to part with some of my moderately-hard earned cash 'cos the bastards have sold out of tickets. in fact they are nw being sold on ebay for about £600.
anyway, isn't the world a wanker?
* ah yes, i'm a celebrity- d list celebrities doing gay things to koalas for 50 grand, all in the name of charity. if there was a charity that paid for 50 grand for 2 weeks self-publication i would blatantly sign up tomorrow.or now. whenevers good for unicef really. if anyone else has similar feelings of hate, loathing, and yes, even homicide towards peter andre, please let your feelings be known. anyway, BROCKET TO WIN!!!!!!
** on a more political note, anyone that has the means and/ore the inclination to should find out any information you can on MEP Nirj Deva, in particular his feelings on the effect of the EU in destroying our right to govern ourselves. top man.
what's that? who are the pixies?
what does reformed mean?
well, retards, let me tell you. the pixies were THE seminal alternative rock band of the 1980's-90's.
(what does seminal mean?FUCK YOU!!!!!)
anyway, they paved the way for "trailblazers" like nirvana and all those other knobs to break into mainstream audio passages, thereby effectively destroying the "alternative" musical movement forever. they broke up in 1993, '92 really, and have always stated "pigs will fly before we get back together". kinda like the eagles. both great bands ultimately morally ruined by the quest for the all mighty dollar ($).
that's not to say i wasn't busting my ass to get some tickets for this momentous event.
however, due to circumstances beyond my control (fate blatantly) i was unable to part with some of my moderately-hard earned cash 'cos the bastards have sold out of tickets. in fact they are nw being sold on ebay for about £600.
anyway, isn't the world a wanker?
* ah yes, i'm a celebrity- d list celebrities doing gay things to koalas for 50 grand, all in the name of charity. if there was a charity that paid for 50 grand for 2 weeks self-publication i would blatantly sign up tomorrow.or now. whenevers good for unicef really. if anyone else has similar feelings of hate, loathing, and yes, even homicide towards peter andre, please let your feelings be known. anyway, BROCKET TO WIN!!!!!!
** on a more political note, anyone that has the means and/ore the inclination to should find out any information you can on MEP Nirj Deva, in particular his feelings on the effect of the EU in destroying our right to govern ourselves. top man.
понедељак, фебруар 2
wooooooohooooooo, a happy 2004 to all my loyal subjects. it would appear that king and ruler oli is back in the saddle of the virtual stallion that is dayz.blogspot.com to bring you yet more mindless drivel, ALL, EVERY DAY!!!!!!!
once again, woooooohooooooooooooooo!!
once again, woooooohooooooooooooooo!!
субота, септембар 13
and so im slipping into another phase of website-neglectum. not without good reason though. AS level work is harder and more plentiful than i had imagined and my homework workload is a real bitch. so, reason one.
plus, i have a busy schedule these days, what with work, social matters, and the advent of me getting broadband. the latter is blatantly the most important element in mon life in recent weeks. broadband brings high-speed porn, music and others (in that order) at the touch of a button.
ahhh, warm glow lights up face..............
anyway, goin to a piss up tomorrow, expect to get pissed. tomorrow.
plus, i have a busy schedule these days, what with work, social matters, and the advent of me getting broadband. the latter is blatantly the most important element in mon life in recent weeks. broadband brings high-speed porn, music and others (in that order) at the touch of a button.
ahhh, warm glow lights up face..............
anyway, goin to a piss up tomorrow, expect to get pissed. tomorrow.
уторак, август 26
as promised.............
One crisp winters morning in the tropics of……………….middlesex (and surrey)
four boys, getting ready in their respective homes of hayes, chiswick, egham and staines were to experience something that would change their lives for the ever (well the next few months).let us hear wills version of the legendary accounts that took place that day…….
So once again I had managed to pull another coup and land four tickets for the “much-hyped” brentford v burnley fa cup 4th round match. We had watched the previous round in which brentford knocked out derby hence us watching the match, derby werent playing that day.
Nik and oli met up on the train and I was due to meet them on the train at hounslow where we would disembark at brentford and meet the beech (arun). Plan for the day was to meet at mcdonalds, get pissed, watch the match, meet up with the otter and steve and go for a curry on the ealing broadway later that nite.
After devouring our big macs (olis without relish lol) we waited for the beech-meister to turn up with the booze that he would be “taxing” from his uncles shop. As expected he turned up late but (miraculously) he had a bag with the liquor for the day. Wot goodies did he have for us? 2 shitty bottles of Stella but to be fair he had a massive bottle of bacardi!
So round the estates we polished off the Stella and then went in2 the bacardi.(May I just quickly inform you before I forget that greedy bastard beech had 2 go into mcdonalds and fill his fucking gut with quarter pounders before we started drinking). We began drinking the bacardi neat, anyhow but kickoff was nigh and so one of us had a brainwave (prob me for the record) that we shud buy bottles of coke and pour the bacardi in each one equally so we could take it into the ground.
We walk to the turnstyles and outside this pub packed with burnley a car bumps into the back of another. A crescendo of jeers met this and arun (who was already pissed as a fart and had barely had anything to drink), keen to have his say on the matter hollered “demoted”. Another spontaneous moment of genius was born.
Myself nik and oli were not in the slightest pissed and were wetting ourselves with laughter as arun dropped his keys and tried picking them up but kept missing. As we neared the turnstyles nik and oli bottled it (pun away) and threw their tainted coke away. We had already got rid of aruns (god rest his liver). Only I took mine in. our main concern was to avoid police attention and get him in2 the ground unnoticed.
We got in ok as the stewards laughed at arun (due to his behaviour or haircut I don’t know). We took our positions behind the goal as we egged arun to do stupid things in his drunken stupor. In one instance he was adamant he could un from one goal to the other across the pitch in under 30 seconds. It was only in his dumbarse drunkness that prevented him from climbing over the railing.
About 45mins before the match arun now decides he gonna be sick but tells us he needs a wazz (piss). Oli draws the short straw (so-to-speak) and has to take him. An immense sacrifice (happy now bastard) if ever there was one. 40 mins later and oli comes back looking drained.
“aruns sleeping on the toilets, he wont get up, he keeps saying he’ll be fine but he aint” oli blurts out. Group decision meant that we’d leave him so that he would come round and sort himself out. Besides we had a good spot behind the goal (which would inevitably mean us being on tv when burnley scored)
so we joined in the ritual singing of hey jude and the match was underway. Bout 20mins into the match and me bladders bursting. I get to the bogs and have a glorious piss. Its then that it struck me that arun wasn’t there. I rush down to the boys and inform them. As they were 2 engrossed in the match to give a shit, it was assumed that he was fine and looking for us on the crowded terrace.
That is, until, the theme of the A-team (I pity the foo’ – the foo’ being joshi) starts ringing on niks phone.
“it’s the police (oh shit), we’ve got your friend arun here, he was found by a supporter, passed out over the toilets. Could one of you come over here to sort it out?”
(NB ask nik for exact conversation with the plod)
so nik goes and has to identify him and answer questions like whether he has taken drugs etc (wouldn’t put that past him).
Meanwhile me and oli have been wetting ourselves with laughter and jus before half time nik comes back and explains that aruns been carted off on a wheelchair onto an ambulance and in2 west middlesex hospital. His mamas been phoned and everything.
We cant believe wot a day its been and then otter phones up2 say he cant make the curry cos the trains are fucked. Fair dos. We check with steve-o that hes still up for it and he still is. We tell him about an announcement that will be made over dinner.
So throughout the rest of the match we are bombarded with texts from him asking wot news it is. The game finishes and we get a bus into ealing and wait at the train station. By chance our “then” PE teacher mr cunningham (the man from down under) stumbles onto the platform, fresh from out the shower and he’s still getting dressed.
He explains he’s off to see his bird and her sister (draw your own conclusions there) and dashes off onto a train. Steve-o’s train comes in and we eventually tell him wot happened. He pisses himself and we set off in search of the curry house we had previously picked out.
We go to the clay oven, with everyone finishing their meals except oli (surprise surprise) and reminisce. Wot a fucking day!!!!!
Incidentally burnley won 3-0, when interrogated by his mama arun said WE had brought the booze (cheeky fuck), he became the talk of yr 11 (for a week) and hes still grounded to this day…………..
U mite wanna hear olis account of their journey home. I was home by quarter 2 ten.
One crisp winters morning in the tropics of……………….middlesex (and surrey)
four boys, getting ready in their respective homes of hayes, chiswick, egham and staines were to experience something that would change their lives for the ever (well the next few months).let us hear wills version of the legendary accounts that took place that day…….
So once again I had managed to pull another coup and land four tickets for the “much-hyped” brentford v burnley fa cup 4th round match. We had watched the previous round in which brentford knocked out derby hence us watching the match, derby werent playing that day.
Nik and oli met up on the train and I was due to meet them on the train at hounslow where we would disembark at brentford and meet the beech (arun). Plan for the day was to meet at mcdonalds, get pissed, watch the match, meet up with the otter and steve and go for a curry on the ealing broadway later that nite.
After devouring our big macs (olis without relish lol) we waited for the beech-meister to turn up with the booze that he would be “taxing” from his uncles shop. As expected he turned up late but (miraculously) he had a bag with the liquor for the day. Wot goodies did he have for us? 2 shitty bottles of Stella but to be fair he had a massive bottle of bacardi!
So round the estates we polished off the Stella and then went in2 the bacardi.(May I just quickly inform you before I forget that greedy bastard beech had 2 go into mcdonalds and fill his fucking gut with quarter pounders before we started drinking). We began drinking the bacardi neat, anyhow but kickoff was nigh and so one of us had a brainwave (prob me for the record) that we shud buy bottles of coke and pour the bacardi in each one equally so we could take it into the ground.
We walk to the turnstyles and outside this pub packed with burnley a car bumps into the back of another. A crescendo of jeers met this and arun (who was already pissed as a fart and had barely had anything to drink), keen to have his say on the matter hollered “demoted”. Another spontaneous moment of genius was born.
Myself nik and oli were not in the slightest pissed and were wetting ourselves with laughter as arun dropped his keys and tried picking them up but kept missing. As we neared the turnstyles nik and oli bottled it (pun away) and threw their tainted coke away. We had already got rid of aruns (god rest his liver). Only I took mine in. our main concern was to avoid police attention and get him in2 the ground unnoticed.
We got in ok as the stewards laughed at arun (due to his behaviour or haircut I don’t know). We took our positions behind the goal as we egged arun to do stupid things in his drunken stupor. In one instance he was adamant he could un from one goal to the other across the pitch in under 30 seconds. It was only in his dumbarse drunkness that prevented him from climbing over the railing.
About 45mins before the match arun now decides he gonna be sick but tells us he needs a wazz (piss). Oli draws the short straw (so-to-speak) and has to take him. An immense sacrifice (happy now bastard) if ever there was one. 40 mins later and oli comes back looking drained.
“aruns sleeping on the toilets, he wont get up, he keeps saying he’ll be fine but he aint” oli blurts out. Group decision meant that we’d leave him so that he would come round and sort himself out. Besides we had a good spot behind the goal (which would inevitably mean us being on tv when burnley scored)
so we joined in the ritual singing of hey jude and the match was underway. Bout 20mins into the match and me bladders bursting. I get to the bogs and have a glorious piss. Its then that it struck me that arun wasn’t there. I rush down to the boys and inform them. As they were 2 engrossed in the match to give a shit, it was assumed that he was fine and looking for us on the crowded terrace.
That is, until, the theme of the A-team (I pity the foo’ – the foo’ being joshi) starts ringing on niks phone.
“it’s the police (oh shit), we’ve got your friend arun here, he was found by a supporter, passed out over the toilets. Could one of you come over here to sort it out?”
(NB ask nik for exact conversation with the plod)
so nik goes and has to identify him and answer questions like whether he has taken drugs etc (wouldn’t put that past him).
Meanwhile me and oli have been wetting ourselves with laughter and jus before half time nik comes back and explains that aruns been carted off on a wheelchair onto an ambulance and in2 west middlesex hospital. His mamas been phoned and everything.
We cant believe wot a day its been and then otter phones up2 say he cant make the curry cos the trains are fucked. Fair dos. We check with steve-o that hes still up for it and he still is. We tell him about an announcement that will be made over dinner.
So throughout the rest of the match we are bombarded with texts from him asking wot news it is. The game finishes and we get a bus into ealing and wait at the train station. By chance our “then” PE teacher mr cunningham (the man from down under) stumbles onto the platform, fresh from out the shower and he’s still getting dressed.
He explains he’s off to see his bird and her sister (draw your own conclusions there) and dashes off onto a train. Steve-o’s train comes in and we eventually tell him wot happened. He pisses himself and we set off in search of the curry house we had previously picked out.
We go to the clay oven, with everyone finishing their meals except oli (surprise surprise) and reminisce. Wot a fucking day!!!!!
Incidentally burnley won 3-0, when interrogated by his mama arun said WE had brought the booze (cheeky fuck), he became the talk of yr 11 (for a week) and hes still grounded to this day…………..
U mite wanna hear olis account of their journey home. I was home by quarter 2 ten.
ahh.....reading.
sea of dirt,dust,rubbish,drugs.......... and quality music.
suffice to say it was wicked. i will report fully soon.
just to inform you, will is commencing another of his periodicals: the big "mini-novels" of dayz. this one is about the adventures of Beech- and the first time he got drunk. needless to say, the tale involves police, toilets, and a lot of puke.
lastly, i have added to my ever burgeoning musical instrument ensemble with the purchase of an electrical guitarus. rock on!!!!!!!!
sea of dirt,dust,rubbish,drugs.......... and quality music.
suffice to say it was wicked. i will report fully soon.
just to inform you, will is commencing another of his periodicals: the big "mini-novels" of dayz. this one is about the adventures of Beech- and the first time he got drunk. needless to say, the tale involves police, toilets, and a lot of puke.
lastly, i have added to my ever burgeoning musical instrument ensemble with the purchase of an electrical guitarus. rock on!!!!!!!!
среда, август 20
so i'm back from spain and inkeeping with my theory on holidays i am considerably more stressed now than whence i went. or whatever.
have any of you people who stumble (or step confidently) onto this site, ever actually been to SPAIN. not the hotelSpain, i'm talking bad-assgringo/wasteland/flyparadiseSPAIN. they should rename it CASA DE DIABLO- i think thats right.
anyway, for those that havn't (you don't want to either), here is oli's easy guide to spain.
1. flies outnumber people 3 million to 1
2. however that doesn't mean you cannot smote them down with swatters aplenty
3. the chances of you seeing some guy in an SUV park on a zebra crossing are too certain to even bet on.
4. it appears the road safety test in spain involves talking/smoking/wanking while driving a moped.
5. the weather never drope below 30c- even at 3 in the morning
6. if you try and haggle with old men, they will threaten you with knives. (i didn't do this 'cos that's tight as these people live in a backward country anyway, but i know for a fact it happened)
7. spanish birds have big noses, big arses and big tits
8. all english birds are fitter, but invariably so pikey you would think they too were speaking a foreign language
9. although food is dirt cheap, service is shitty like dirt- the connectives astound even me
10. the extreme temperature mean you sweat more, thus absorb less of what you drink- this means you can drink copious amounts of scotch and bacardi whilst only getting to the hilariously (if i do say so myself) witty stage of drunkness.
11. spanish beer is nice
overall tourist rating: 5/10
plusses: weather, cheap booze/food
minuses: enhanced probability of death by crazed moped kid, weather,FLIES, idiotic parking tactics
and that, as they say is that.
ps: spain has a KING- and he makes ROYAL DECREES. but can he make a spanish omelette?
have any of you people who stumble (or step confidently) onto this site, ever actually been to SPAIN. not the hotelSpain, i'm talking bad-assgringo/wasteland/flyparadiseSPAIN. they should rename it CASA DE DIABLO- i think thats right.
anyway, for those that havn't (you don't want to either), here is oli's easy guide to spain.
1. flies outnumber people 3 million to 1
2. however that doesn't mean you cannot smote them down with swatters aplenty
3. the chances of you seeing some guy in an SUV park on a zebra crossing are too certain to even bet on.
4. it appears the road safety test in spain involves talking/smoking/wanking while driving a moped.
5. the weather never drope below 30c- even at 3 in the morning
6. if you try and haggle with old men, they will threaten you with knives. (i didn't do this 'cos that's tight as these people live in a backward country anyway, but i know for a fact it happened)
7. spanish birds have big noses, big arses and big tits
8. all english birds are fitter, but invariably so pikey you would think they too were speaking a foreign language
9. although food is dirt cheap, service is shitty like dirt- the connectives astound even me
10. the extreme temperature mean you sweat more, thus absorb less of what you drink- this means you can drink copious amounts of scotch and bacardi whilst only getting to the hilariously (if i do say so myself) witty stage of drunkness.
11. spanish beer is nice
overall tourist rating: 5/10
plusses: weather, cheap booze/food
minuses: enhanced probability of death by crazed moped kid, weather,FLIES, idiotic parking tactics
and that, as they say is that.
ps: spain has a KING- and he makes ROYAL DECREES. but can he make a spanish omelette?
уторак, август 5
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boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
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nuff said really.
понедељак, август 4
and go here: www.theliberator.com - left-wing political views for all! LIBERTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok faithful audience, in 2 days i go on holiday to sunny spain. yet, for the last 3 days it's been such a hot bitch i feel like i'm in a mercurian hotspot. so, don't expect much action from me for teh next 2 weeks. and then, reading beckons.......
everyone knows that beer is the perfect antidote to a hot bastard day- that's why my two cents today is to go out, buy a crate of ale/beer/methylated spirits/whatever, kick back and relax with a partner of your choice. follow these simple steps and happiness and possibly freakiness, will flow*
anyway everyone. have fun.
(* this is not a guarantee.sorry.)
everyone knows that beer is the perfect antidote to a hot bastard day- that's why my two cents today is to go out, buy a crate of ale/beer/methylated spirits/whatever, kick back and relax with a partner of your choice. follow these simple steps and happiness and possibly freakiness, will flow*
anyway everyone. have fun.
(* this is not a guarantee.sorry.)
