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I don’t have time at the moment to write much so to keep you occupied here’s one that made me chuckle a while ago.
It’s true, when i don’t sleep it turns into Squires’ blog. Random inside jokes. One-liners that probably require explanation even for the people involved. Huge chunks cut and pasted from another website. Unexplained and un-related lyrics to songs nobody else knows or even cares about… it’s great, at least you know you can have a day off at some day mate and i can cover for you!
Before i start my latest series of rants, this is not my fabled ‘next blog entry’. That would require time, patience and dedication of which i have next to none of at the moment.
Tags: Asterix, candlestick maker, Coheed and Cambria, Cunts, Friends, fungible, high-heels, Jimmy Page, Johnny Hero, Lionel Ritchie, Merriam-Webster's Dictionary of Law, piercings, Singer Phil, songwriting, soothsaying, Squires, Stevie Wonder, Time to Smile, X-Men, Xavier Rudd
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hmm what happened since the last time i wrote…We scored some tickets to another festival thanks to Phong’s (ex) missus! Never knew much about the Southside Festival (fucking hell MTV is playing New Kids on the Block). Squires went there last year or the year before and said the facilities weren’t that good so i wasn’t sure what to expect. Dude it’s the PG13 version of Rock Festivals! I don’t think you’ll ever want to go to Rock am Ring then.
Tags: Beatles, Boots, Chemical Brothers, Eleanor Rigby, love, MTV, New Kids On The Block, Phong, Radiohead, Ray Charles, Rock am Ring, Singer Phil, Southside Festival, Squires, Thom Yorke, Xavier Rudd
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Merry Christmas all!
I had to slightly edit this one because of some comments leading up to the US election, for no other reason than they didn’t make sense now in the timeline. Oh, and i was in Australia when i wrote this one so just pretend im on holidays there and not in the UK.
OK so speaking as an Australian in Australia…albeit for a short bit of time, here are some observations / words of advice…
Tags: Americans, Australia, Be Quiet and Drive, Concerts, Cunts, Deftones, fashion, fluro, Miranda, mullets, recovery
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How you finding the new layout? This will surely piss off Squires who had bookmarked the blog page. Sucks to be you mate! Seriously comments welcome. I’m not sure about the ‘Recent comments’ section on the bottom right.
Ok i have another post written but i’m still deciding if i should post it, so in the interim here’s another old Xanga one.
I saw Johhny Cash this morning. He’d lost a bit of weight and turned German but he seemed well…
Tags: Aphex Twin, Come to Daddy, David Bowie, Drinking, Fallen Art, Goths, Halos, hotcakes, ipod, Johnny Cash, Maynard James Keenan, Mike Patton, Nick Cave, Nine Inch Nails, Squires, Trent Reznor, Xanga
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I’m not finding things as funny any more as i continue to do an impersonation of someone that doesn’t care.
Another from the old Xanga days. It’s funny to read this actually to see that i once liked Tevez. That was before he tried to be bigger than our team. You can try to go against Fergie if you’re stupid enough Carlito, but don’t think for one second the fans will follow you down that road.
Tags: Bolton, Carlos Tevez, Chelski, Cider, Coldplay, Flying, Germans, Hooligans, Jizz In My Pants, John Terry, Judge Reinhold, Kryptonite, Manchester United, Nemanja Vidic, Old Trafford, Priest, Quadruple Parking, Red Army, Rio Ferdinand, Ryan Giggs, Swindon, Wigan, Xanga
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Another import from the classic Xanga days…
I would describe myself as apathetic, except that i don’t possess the incline to subscribe to a doctrine.
Normally this doesn’t cause an issue…except in relationships…however i can see it getting me into trouble. Take the other day for example, when i was pretty much bullied on a train. It could have ended worse i guess.
Tags: Apathy, ben folds, bullying, culling, Dave Matthews, facebook, Foy Vance, Germans, john frusciante, milla jovovich, personal space, Pete Townsend, Pussycat Sluts, Queueing, revelations, too much perfume, Trains, wikipedia
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