I read in the paper yesterday a lad my age who's 6'9@ has just signed a 3.5 Million deal playing basketball in the NBA, getting 170k a week, which is more than any premiership footballer! And I'm pulling pints in a working man's club
The partition HDD wasn't big enough for all my music so some had to be sacrificed (good bye Goldfinger, Descendants, Lost Prophets, Bright Eyes, Jack Johnson, Muse, Captain Beefheart and Screaming Trees) and now it's just generally been a bastard booting. The first Windows CD was f**ked and didn't install properly. The second one did but that was just the start. Now, at 7pm I am resizing the new partition so it is essentially one big HDD again. I started this about 6 hours ago. I turned down a c
Where I partition my Hard drive and format it so a) it runs faster and it will be running faster when World Of Warcraft: The Burning Crusade comes out next month. Which will lift me out of post-Leeds misery by upping the geek ante significantly. I mean you can do jewel crafting! JEWEL CRAFTING! You may not give a f**k about jewel crafting but some poor bastard living in his parent's attic/basement/shed with severe acne, a tiny penis and a 20 quid a week sugary drink habit needs that shit!
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Which probably means I'm boring. I just watched this.
I don't know what to do with this blog. See I was thinking of just doing a big weekly update about a particular topic, that people could respond to in any way they saw fit, and it'd be all fun. But then I thought 'you've only had 2 comments and f**k all views so no-one is probably even reading this you tit'.
In other news I can play the Feel Good Inc bassline. It's not much of an achievement.
He's Class
Hopefully we will sell Reyes to Madrid for a cash plus player deal, Baptiste or Robinho both being beter than Reyes in my eyes.
And Ashley Cole can go get screwed, if he doesn't want to play for Arsenal I don't want him to play for Arsenal, he was out 99% of last season and we got to the CL Final.
I was rudely awakened fro my slumber, a dream that involved me for some reason watchin g a seated stage show that appeared to be Cher on stage, and Dirk Kuyt was in the audience, except Kuyt was thoroughly English, because I had a forgotten hospital consultancy at 9.45am this morning. So much for planning to do things today. So I waited an hour for a consultant (who was actually a good guy) to say 'Yeah we've scanned your left knee, we'll scan your right'
The hunt for new shoes goes on, I m
I mean like really f**king smell. I need a new pair of shoes. I may have mentioned this. Last night's entertainment was the Barrow equivalent of fine cognac and cigars over a game of backgammon at a gentleman's abode last night; 8 cans of lager, a chicken and mushroom pizza, Pro Evo 5 and a few joints sprinkled on top for good measure.
The 'girlfriend' arrives at 1pm until 3pm for the last time before she goes on holiday. I have a feeling it would be ill-timed to finish with her. I have a mi
Saturday began very oddly for me, in that, I was still at work when the clock struck midnight, and Saturday 5th August 2006 was born. I finished, got paid 100 english pounds and decided whether to go the house party I had been told about, the pub that served late, or my friend who was awake even later. I eventually opted for the 'go to bed you have work in 12 hours option', which led to trouble sleeping and eventually a dream where I was at work
I now have to mull over I shall do with my Sa
