Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I'll change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

Monday, 8 November 2010

The randomness is overpowering !

Another boring Monday, well what can I say? Do thing's ever change? I think not.

"Once upon a time there was a young man called Pavell, he lived in the ancient town of Praha. He was a true Bohemian through and through, He was an artisan of the modern arts. He strived for a more cultured way of existence. Thus he enrolled in the culture army that was recruiting of the streets of the Nerushima district. They fought not with guns, but with music, literature and architecture. As he played the harp he was assigned to the first musical battalion. They were currently marching to the culture capital - Dublin. Here they planned to buy up the derelict houses and set up home, preferring the humble way of living. It was from this culture power base that they intended to make their demands to the world.The key demand being: 'Promote culture. Eradicate the uncultured' Many saw this as radical but it was utterly necessary. Pavell delighted in his new Dublin home and set about learning the native tongue of Gaelic. Although poor he sought the help of Gertrude McDonagh a renowned Gaelic speaker who so happened to have been Ireland 32nd female Irish Prime-Minister. As he was such a gifted harp player, Gertrude taught him for free so long as they had a midnight waltz to a recording to his harp-play. After he had become fluent in the language, and fled from the culture army he returned to Praha to pursue his harp playing career in Eastern Europe. Long since the dissolution of the CCCP a new regime had been set up in Russia which had led to the eventual colonisation of the whole of Oceania. Pavell longed to dazzle the Russian dames. However as soon as he come out of Finland Station in St Petersburg, Lenin the second hired him for his own personal use. He was no longer allowed to leave Russia. He lived out the rest of his days within the ancient Kremlin walls playing the harp and translating ancient Gaelic scripts"

I thought of this random story whilst on the bus. Random - most definitely? ;o

Sunday, 10 October 2010

Time to rearrange.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

the WORST nights sleep

what a fucking terrible night

at exactly 3:50AM some bird and her family start screaming their heads off in the tree in front of the house and consequently I've been awake since then...

This video just epitomises Britain, a group of ageing construction workers having an orgy on an industrial site whilst pushing a young kid around in a wheel barrow

Sunday, 6 June 2010