Archive for October, 2009
The Roadtrip Pt III – Three, is a magic number - October 30th, 2009

A decent nights rest and very little to drink the previous night meant we were feeling fine. We set off to enjoy Prague during the daytime. not phased by the seemingly ineffectiveness of the ‘Slavic plan’ it was decided that if we were to run into any nefarious creatures on the trams or in the streets silk would address me in Serbian – though sadly not on the Serbian finger phone – and i would respond with ‘Da’. What could possibly go wrong?

The Roadtrip Pt II – Damn it feels good to be a gangsta - October 28th, 2009

Up early and both a little worse for wear. Pringle crumbs everywhere. Is Pringle the singular? No dinner + free beer = this feeling. We figure out that tom tom doesn’t have the Czech Republic. Not a good start but we should be alright…We’re both reasonably intelligent adults…as long as it doesn’t involve technology, we don’t know how to drive that. Shining examples of the IT world we are. Apparently Yoda i am.

The Roadtrip Pt I – No time like the present to get ripped apart! - October 22nd, 2009

I don’t do early mornings that well, so it’s normally got to be something special to make me get to work by 7. Finding out that Silk’s name was on the door and i was his ‘+1’ was enough for me. I had spent most evenings that week cleaning my flat, however the last two nights were about picking the right outfit, nay, t-shirt. See I don’t normally give a a flying proverbial about what i wear, but everything i know about the Seattle scene is that it is full of cliques. If there was even the slightest, remotest possibility of meeting the band i was going to be the Switzerland of music.

When i grow up, i don’t want to be a pussycat slut - October 11th, 2009

I am eternally surprised when i encounter someone who walks slower than i do. I don’t even know if what i do is considered walking. I sort of amble. Michael Jordan can walk faster than me by jumping and letting the earth rotate beneath him. If i was in Zeppelin the chorus would have been “It’s time to amble on, sing my song” I should have stuck with my songwriting…my lyrics are awesome.
“and i got more rhymes than the beasties got songs about having more rhymes than other people, places and things”

Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon - October 9th, 2009

Never one to take more than i give, here is a little bit of education for y’all. Wikipedia is a bit like a pick-a-path novel sometimes. Reading an article on Australian sports fans being limited to 24 cans of beer for the annual Bathurst 1000 race and the associated uproar, some young upstart for the BBC has tried to claim that the title given to Aussies as big drinkers may be erroneous. Typical really – whinging frigging poms trying to take some other title off us. Let me just reassure you, we will confidently drink you under the table. The Germans…will drink you under the table. The Irish…will drink you under the table…then wake you up to do shots.

Passive-aggressive whatnow? - October 7th, 2009

It’s strange. I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to try my dormant wit out, yet today i feel like i could have said something on numerous occassions but find myself restraining…myself. Must be the weather or something.
Here’s something i wrote a long time ago about reading between the lines…

Desensitized to everything, what became of subtlety? - October 1st, 2009

You really get a lot of satisfaction publishing rants…comments left under posts…page hits…whole discussions on other peoples blogs about your posts without commenting on the post itself…
So i’m not allowed to discuss the c-bomb and now i can’t talk about fashion either. There’s just no keeping Squires’ high-brow audience happy is there. I might go back and edit my post (if i can’t write a new one) to include ugg-boots worn outside the house – that’s a definite no-no.

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