Hey everybody who actually reads this. This isn't actually a 'rant' it just rhymed :)
Apparently the 'posting day' for this blog is Friday but there isn't too much proof about of that ;D
So when Chris gets back and sees I've posted something on saturday, he shouldn't mind too much. I didn't just forget, I just got drunk at a party and went to bed not too long after I got in with a half-eaten pizza as a memory. A tasty memory. And surprisingly enough I'm eating pizza again right now.
Anyhow, enough of that before I cause you to raid your house of everything edible.
Had the most random day ever yesterday. After band practice, me and the lads decided to go for a road trip. I was in Pete's car and we found it hilarious how Grainger's car couldn't keep up, especially when a lorry cut in during the journey so he was nowhere near in sight. And another time when there was this guy driving at probably about 2 mph (I'll be fair, slightly above zero and one) infront of us for 10 minutes, in the end Pete overtook him and he didn't like that because when Grainger DID manage to get to that point, the guy stopped Grainger overtaking him, seemingly pissed off. That was so good.
Anyhow, we went to this hill in Derbyshire in the end and it was an absolute trek! The ongoing joke whilst climbing up the steepness was that there would be a subway at the top of the hill to make things worthwhile. Obviously, there wasn't. Sadly. Saying that, I don't know if I'll like it. My body doesn't seem to like healthy food : . We then went down the hill. I decided to wait for Grainger who was far behind. The rest of the band didn't (Clare was absent at V Festival the whole day btw, and Nick's girlfriend Bryony was with us). Across from the hill there was some form of cave, so we wandered towards there and there was a notice about how the cave had collapsed a bit recently and how its unsafe and you shouldn't disturb the quietness because its attracted swallows in and out of the cave. Thanks for that, National Trust. It makes me laugh to actually think that someone has spent a long time just looking at the patterns of swallows diving in and out of the cave. What a job (sarcasm). Oh my god! That was such an accidential innuendo: "swallows diving in and out of the cave".
We left shortly after. On the journey back we swapped around a bit and I was in Grainger's car. Pete sped off with the thought of a pizza back home sending him into a frenzy. With Pete gone, me and Grainger were lost and thought we'd ended up in Huddlesfield until I pointed out to Grainger that the sign said 'Herdsfield' pointing in another direction. Also, can I just say that Whaley Bridge might be perhaps the only place that has 'sponsered by Tesco' above its name on a sign! Anyway, thankfully, after a few phonecalls, we'd found our way back onto the motorway and eventually got home.
So yeah, quite a great random unexpected journey. Not sure if Grainger feels the same though after his clutch smelt as if it was burning in the car which shouldn't really happen.
You may also be wondering, what am I doing right now?
Well tbh, I've became quite obsessed with mash-ups, and the best I've heard so far... THIS GENIUS THING...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Daag3aRRlQE
Drop It Like Its Hot vs Tetris. Mint!
Feel free to reply to this with anymore you have.
I'm gonna cut it short for now because I might go have another drink and play on a game for a bit.
Until then, have a good one,
Planty.
Saturday 16 August 2008
Tuesday 12 August 2008
A guest blogger reveals himself
Yo yo yo.
I cba making a massive blog right now as I'm tired.
But as Chris is away for a while, he's hiring a few guest bloggers.
And the first to reveal himself... yours truly, the Plantman.
So, who else found it hilarious how the British diving team fell out?
Yeah, I'm gonna write a bigger blog post soon but I'm gonna get myself a Boddingtons (strongbow ran out) and maybe kip for a bit.
Laters.
I cba making a massive blog right now as I'm tired.
But as Chris is away for a while, he's hiring a few guest bloggers.
And the first to reveal himself... yours truly, the Plantman.
So, who else found it hilarious how the British diving team fell out?
Yeah, I'm gonna write a bigger blog post soon but I'm gonna get myself a Boddingtons (strongbow ran out) and maybe kip for a bit.
Laters.
Blog from the past... Art: Day 1
Hey Guys,
To make up for the fact that things round here may be a bit quiet for a few weeks, I've decided to bring the first "blog from the past", and to kick off the "blogs from the past" I start with the Art: Day 1.
For those of you who have read it, you know it's worth reading, for those who haven't, then this is a record of what went on during the first day of my two-day art GCSE final test, because of it's size I have named it the Baby Goliath, why the baby you may ask? Because Day 2 is even bigger. But please, I ask you to forget about the size, it is absolutly hilarious even if I do say so myself.
(origonally posted April 21st 2008)
well i dont know why but i just feel i need to write this, i guess todays spout of OCD isnt finished yet.
so, art has finished for today, got tomorrow left to do, and a bit fucked, not got any ideas of what to do.
but anyway, lets leave that till tomorrow and get back to today, it started pretty good, got the four of us (me, jake, gibbon, and ste) in the back corner so noone can see us (kinky, no?), but yeah, thats fun in itself. then, as we were gettin ready, i made a fool of myself (sorta), everyone had got out wire or huge paint sets or canvases in varying sizes, and then youve got me, standin there with a piece of paper and a tiny fag tin of pastels!!
into the test we went, first thing i noticed was how many bells we had in the morning, four?!? fuckin hell, it was like a bloody fire station during the fire of london, the bells were one loud noise, and they were swiftly followed by another from our very own gibbon's arse. also we found out that i cant talk properly, ste spends most of his art time looking for shit to draw with, gibbon responds to girls names (dorothy, betty, shelia, gloria etc.) and also i hurt my back. bent over for almost two hours straight drawing lines and lines and lines.
break came and i, well, ask anyone, i spent most of it making pleasure moans and lying on chairs and complainin about my back. bout five minutes left and collette comes and shows me a baby toy (i want it and ill get it, just wait till tomorrow).
break over, back in the corner and noone has really done much, ste has got some fake money, jake's cut up a magazine, gibbon's been drawing and intricate scaffolding using a calculator, and then theres me with my lines, but we plug on for another two hours. ste actually makes visual contact in third period and he gets on pretty quietly but dissappears again after about half an hour, jake starts throwing paper balls at gibbon, always fun, so i join in but then im back to more lines and more bending, but the bending was made better by a quick ruler spank from jake.
lines done (for a bit) and i get on to pasteling, i draw a footie player touching himself and a pretty good keeper, and that's when the OCD started to show itsself, i start gettin pieces of tracing paper and maskin taping them to the table and then covering the bits i just pastelled, very odd. but guess what, i couldnt keep away and pastels took the form of lines again (snore) but that's what i get for doing a giant newspaper.
just before dinner we get a board pen, courtesy of ste who has just come back, and sign the board behind jake, in the order of ste, jake, gibbon, and then me (i underlined my name), bout ten minutes later jake tries to write " was here doin art GCSE 2008" but a long pause after the "S" prompted ste to say in a hushed voice: "E", followed by muffled laughter and fleeting glances by the people closest. next jake throws the pen at me and i take the initiative to cock about and carelessly throw it over my shoulder, this caused a very large noise and laughter from our corner that sounded like something was coming out of someones nose!
following this example, jake (about 5 minutes later) throws a glue stick at gibbon which skims past his afro and clatters to the floor and ends at phil's feet (he was 10 feet away), who then also throws it at gibbon (BULLSEYE!!).
four hours done and its lunch, but of course ive forgotten my money, dinner pretty uneventful till we got to music (me and george, gibbon not far behind and jake soon after that). me and the gib-ster left at the point where nick stabbed one of the drum skins with a compass. go to the quad time!!! (quads are like playgrounds but for secondary school kids) we were little late but didnt matter, saw the girls for the first time in what seemed like ages. and as quick as the guy fell over and through the fence, we were back in art.
that collette appeared again buggin me! says im a huge flirt? like shit i am!!! ha, noones believin that are they?
well one hour to go and it was uneventful, jake had done for the day after ten minutes, me not long after gave up cos there wasnt enough time to do what i wanted so it was back to throwing things around and putting boxes on my head. time up and that provoked chair scrapes and loud swearing matches, mostly from me.
left the place in a huge mess but who gives a shit? not me?
so yeah, thats it for today, day two tomorrow, should be good.
before i leave you, today's highlights:
gibbon's gas
my OCD revelation
jake's fucked up spelling
ste's ability to do loads without being here
girls names
the fact my work ended up being covered in about 13 pieces of tracing paper and 30 strips of tape
loud noises
jake and gibbon's "who's a cock" argument
and most used words/phrases:
fuckotcha
fuckity fuck fuck
oh shit bags
fuuuck
billock-bollocks
tape?
ive got bloody OCD
To make up for the fact that things round here may be a bit quiet for a few weeks, I've decided to bring the first "blog from the past", and to kick off the "blogs from the past" I start with the Art: Day 1.
For those of you who have read it, you know it's worth reading, for those who haven't, then this is a record of what went on during the first day of my two-day art GCSE final test, because of it's size I have named it the Baby Goliath, why the baby you may ask? Because Day 2 is even bigger. But please, I ask you to forget about the size, it is absolutly hilarious even if I do say so myself.
(origonally posted April 21st 2008)
well i dont know why but i just feel i need to write this, i guess todays spout of OCD isnt finished yet.
so, art has finished for today, got tomorrow left to do, and a bit fucked, not got any ideas of what to do.
but anyway, lets leave that till tomorrow and get back to today, it started pretty good, got the four of us (me, jake, gibbon, and ste) in the back corner so noone can see us (kinky, no?), but yeah, thats fun in itself. then, as we were gettin ready, i made a fool of myself (sorta), everyone had got out wire or huge paint sets or canvases in varying sizes, and then youve got me, standin there with a piece of paper and a tiny fag tin of pastels!!
into the test we went, first thing i noticed was how many bells we had in the morning, four?!? fuckin hell, it was like a bloody fire station during the fire of london, the bells were one loud noise, and they were swiftly followed by another from our very own gibbon's arse. also we found out that i cant talk properly, ste spends most of his art time looking for shit to draw with, gibbon responds to girls names (dorothy, betty, shelia, gloria etc.) and also i hurt my back. bent over for almost two hours straight drawing lines and lines and lines.
break came and i, well, ask anyone, i spent most of it making pleasure moans and lying on chairs and complainin about my back. bout five minutes left and collette comes and shows me a baby toy (i want it and ill get it, just wait till tomorrow).
break over, back in the corner and noone has really done much, ste has got some fake money, jake's cut up a magazine, gibbon's been drawing and intricate scaffolding using a calculator, and then theres me with my lines, but we plug on for another two hours. ste actually makes visual contact in third period and he gets on pretty quietly but dissappears again after about half an hour, jake starts throwing paper balls at gibbon, always fun, so i join in but then im back to more lines and more bending, but the bending was made better by a quick ruler spank from jake.
lines done (for a bit) and i get on to pasteling, i draw a footie player touching himself and a pretty good keeper, and that's when the OCD started to show itsself, i start gettin pieces of tracing paper and maskin taping them to the table and then covering the bits i just pastelled, very odd. but guess what, i couldnt keep away and pastels took the form of lines again (snore) but that's what i get for doing a giant newspaper.
just before dinner we get a board pen, courtesy of ste who has just come back, and sign the board behind jake, in the order of ste, jake, gibbon, and then me (i underlined my name), bout ten minutes later jake tries to write " was here doin art GCSE 2008" but a long pause after the "S" prompted ste to say in a hushed voice: "E", followed by muffled laughter and fleeting glances by the people closest. next jake throws the pen at me and i take the initiative to cock about and carelessly throw it over my shoulder, this caused a very large noise and laughter from our corner that sounded like something was coming out of someones nose!
following this example, jake (about 5 minutes later) throws a glue stick at gibbon which skims past his afro and clatters to the floor and ends at phil's feet (he was 10 feet away), who then also throws it at gibbon (BULLSEYE!!).
four hours done and its lunch, but of course ive forgotten my money, dinner pretty uneventful till we got to music (me and george, gibbon not far behind and jake soon after that). me and the gib-ster left at the point where nick stabbed one of the drum skins with a compass. go to the quad time!!! (quads are like playgrounds but for secondary school kids) we were little late but didnt matter, saw the girls for the first time in what seemed like ages. and as quick as the guy fell over and through the fence, we were back in art.
that collette appeared again buggin me! says im a huge flirt? like shit i am!!! ha, noones believin that are they?
well one hour to go and it was uneventful, jake had done for the day after ten minutes, me not long after gave up cos there wasnt enough time to do what i wanted so it was back to throwing things around and putting boxes on my head. time up and that provoked chair scrapes and loud swearing matches, mostly from me.
left the place in a huge mess but who gives a shit? not me?
so yeah, thats it for today, day two tomorrow, should be good.
before i leave you, today's highlights:
gibbon's gas
my OCD revelation
jake's fucked up spelling
ste's ability to do loads without being here
girls names
the fact my work ended up being covered in about 13 pieces of tracing paper and 30 strips of tape
loud noises
jake and gibbon's "who's a cock" argument
and most used words/phrases:
fuckotcha
fuckity fuck fuck
oh shit bags
fuuuck
billock-bollocks
tape?
ive got bloody OCD
Monday 11 August 2008
Let's Get Started
OK, so, it's taken a while, but I'm finally here and and here to stay. From today I'm going to try and get on here as much as possible to stop your boredom from growing. As well as new stuff, I think that I should post some older blogs I've written elsewhere on the interweb, but, for today, I'm just going to give you some pictures of Priestnall's Class of 2008, because we rocked!
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