It's National Blog Day!
For me that is. Okay, so I may have just made that up. It could be a crime against the Queen, making up national holidays, but I'm so hardcore, I'm sure I can get away with it.
By this I mean that today is the chosen evening where I am actually going to sit down, and do some work on this site for a change. I'm gonna write a couple of posts, and then trickle them out to you, like vodka to a monkey dying of thirst.
You are the monkeys, in case there was any confusion.
Right then. Here's some pictures from my phone over the past month or so. I'll try to categorise them.
Home Life:
This is the last photo I took of my flatmate Mike before he moved out. This is also the only photo I have where he only has half a head.
Aku was very hungry this day. After trying to eat my hand at least five or six times (luckily he's not quite quick enough!) whilst feeding him two mice, even though I had them held by tongs, he then tried to get me again when I topped up his water. Crazy snake. I'm way too big to eat, and my kung fu would devastate him. Jive Sucka.
He certainly lives up to his name. Evil. Still, unfortunately, he will be getting a new owner soon. I'm moving flat, again, and the landlord of the new place has a massive phobia of snakes. As I knew I could find him a good home, I agreed to lose the snake.
The place I'm moving into is a 2 bed flat in a brand new building built by Barratt Homes on the site of Scott of the Antartic's Family home. It has 1 large bedroom with ensuite, and a secondary slightly smaller bedroom. A kitchen, a living/dining room and little balcony terrace big enough for a table and a couple of chairs. The landlords are gonna kit the place out with brand new Ikea furniture, and so I can get rid of all my old crappy stuff and make moving much easier. Although I am taking my 6 foot wide bed with me. Oh yes.
Ok, I know, I'm supposed to be eating more healthily, however everyone needs at break occasionally. I ate this pizza. It says on the label that it's a Super Pizza. It was right as well. I could barely fit the beast into the oven, and it's quite a big oven too. You'll be pleased to hear that it was most delicious. Mmmm... I feel hungry now....
Work Life:
This is Scott, a guy I work with. He crazy foo'.
My bike (black) made a friend in the work car park. The bike's owner is now working in Russia.
I don't know why my Boss' Boss has a red phone on the desk in his office. I tried to call Batman but he didn't pick up. He was probably out, buying groceries or something.
I don't know why my boss would have cufflinks with Laurel and Hardy on them. Thinking about it, I don't know why ANYONE would have Laurel and Hardy cufflinks. Now that I think, I'm not even sure there was a Laurel cufflink at all, which would make them Hardy cufflinks. Which Hardy, sorry, hardly seems like a good idea for cufflinks to me...
Other Stuff:
I have no idea who this is. I have no idea where this is. I have no idea when this is. I have no idea what I was doing at the time of this picture. Or how this photo got on my phone. Who is this scary individual, and where the hell was I?
Myself, along with Nate and Laura decided to make use of the good weather a couple of weeks ago and we went to the woods on the moors by a river to chill out and test my new hammock tent. I took a picture of a tree.
We had to make a river crossing to get to the ideal place. There wasn't anywhere to get across without potentially breaking something (like ourselves!) or without getting wet. It was almost like Lord of The Rings, except without hairy footed midgets and asthmatics on black horses.
The view from inside my hammock tent, and my feet. I didn't bother putting the weatherproof fly sheet over the top, as it was warm and sunny, and so it would have been a stupid idea, thank you. So just be quiet.
Laura, getting into the hammock. You get in through a slit in the bottom. You just stick your upper body into it, and then sit down. Once your legs are inside, your weight closes the slit. Hehehe. Slit. This is also more comfortable than a traditional hammock, as it has an asymmetrical axis so you can lie in a more comfortable position. I can't be arsed to explain it, so if you're intrigued or something, then go check out Hennessey Hammocks
It was really nice by the woods. We only say about five other people the whole day, and they were walking past on the path on the other side of the river. It was very peaceful, as you can see from the photo.
Throughout the day we kept hearing this loud plopping noise, as if someone was dropping big round rocks into the water. We couldn't quite work out where exactly the plopping was coming from, and it didn't happen very often, so we'd pretty much forgotten about it by the time it would happen again. It happened about 5 or 6 times over the course of the day, and we couldn't work out what it was.
I laughed and said it was probably dancing trout.
Towards the end of the day, Nate and I had begun to occupy ourselves by chucking stones at various things like the fence post on the other side of the river (we hit that more times than expected actually!) various trees, rocks sticking out the water, all sorts. We saw a can of Kronenberg beer under the water, and we set about hitting that with stones. Suddenly, right in our line of sight, a huge fish leapt out of the river, maybe 5 or 10 meters away from us. It kinda wallowed in the air before 'plopping' back into the water. It had seemed to hang in the air for ages, and the sheer size of thing was amazing. I reckon it had to have been about 2 feet long. We all went "Wooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" all at the same time, as all three of us were looking right at it. So it turns out I was right about 'dancing trout', although I was joking at the time!
The other day I was in town. The Frenchies had invaded, and brought their wares to sell in stalls on the streets in town. A guy on a home made mini-chopper parked next to me, and I got talking to him about it. It used to be a vespa. A fat French guy with a fuzzy moustache came up and started talking to me and the owner of the chop. I made polite conversation although I didn't really know what he was saying. Mind you, by the look of his wine stained broken artery red nose, I doubt he did either.
That's it for now munchkins. I'm knackered and the words are starting to become a bit fuzzy on screen. This makes it difficult to proofread, and as I like to get my grammar at least half right this is a must. Besides that, I'll have some more material for next time now!
I'll post again tomorrow or Wednesday, I still have loads of things to talk about, as per usual.
Later!
Ps - sorry for the lack of humour, this one's kinda informative I guess. Tell you what gimme a topic or a random question, and I'll do my best to come up with some interesting answers. I might even write a true story, like I did with the Penguins.
By this I mean that today is the chosen evening where I am actually going to sit down, and do some work on this site for a change. I'm gonna write a couple of posts, and then trickle them out to you, like vodka to a monkey dying of thirst.
You are the monkeys, in case there was any confusion.
Right then. Here's some pictures from my phone over the past month or so. I'll try to categorise them.
Home Life:
This is the last photo I took of my flatmate Mike before he moved out. This is also the only photo I have where he only has half a head.
Aku was very hungry this day. After trying to eat my hand at least five or six times (luckily he's not quite quick enough!) whilst feeding him two mice, even though I had them held by tongs, he then tried to get me again when I topped up his water. Crazy snake. I'm way too big to eat, and my kung fu would devastate him. Jive Sucka.
He certainly lives up to his name. Evil. Still, unfortunately, he will be getting a new owner soon. I'm moving flat, again, and the landlord of the new place has a massive phobia of snakes. As I knew I could find him a good home, I agreed to lose the snake.
The place I'm moving into is a 2 bed flat in a brand new building built by Barratt Homes on the site of Scott of the Antartic's Family home. It has 1 large bedroom with ensuite, and a secondary slightly smaller bedroom. A kitchen, a living/dining room and little balcony terrace big enough for a table and a couple of chairs. The landlords are gonna kit the place out with brand new Ikea furniture, and so I can get rid of all my old crappy stuff and make moving much easier. Although I am taking my 6 foot wide bed with me. Oh yes.
Ok, I know, I'm supposed to be eating more healthily, however everyone needs at break occasionally. I ate this pizza. It says on the label that it's a Super Pizza. It was right as well. I could barely fit the beast into the oven, and it's quite a big oven too. You'll be pleased to hear that it was most delicious. Mmmm... I feel hungry now....
Work Life:
This is Scott, a guy I work with. He crazy foo'.
My bike (black) made a friend in the work car park. The bike's owner is now working in Russia.
I don't know why my Boss' Boss has a red phone on the desk in his office. I tried to call Batman but he didn't pick up. He was probably out, buying groceries or something.
I don't know why my boss would have cufflinks with Laurel and Hardy on them. Thinking about it, I don't know why ANYONE would have Laurel and Hardy cufflinks. Now that I think, I'm not even sure there was a Laurel cufflink at all, which would make them Hardy cufflinks. Which Hardy, sorry, hardly seems like a good idea for cufflinks to me...
Other Stuff:
I have no idea who this is. I have no idea where this is. I have no idea when this is. I have no idea what I was doing at the time of this picture. Or how this photo got on my phone. Who is this scary individual, and where the hell was I?
Myself, along with Nate and Laura decided to make use of the good weather a couple of weeks ago and we went to the woods on the moors by a river to chill out and test my new hammock tent. I took a picture of a tree.
We had to make a river crossing to get to the ideal place. There wasn't anywhere to get across without potentially breaking something (like ourselves!) or without getting wet. It was almost like Lord of The Rings, except without hairy footed midgets and asthmatics on black horses.
The view from inside my hammock tent, and my feet. I didn't bother putting the weatherproof fly sheet over the top, as it was warm and sunny, and so it would have been a stupid idea, thank you. So just be quiet.
Laura, getting into the hammock. You get in through a slit in the bottom. You just stick your upper body into it, and then sit down. Once your legs are inside, your weight closes the slit. Hehehe. Slit. This is also more comfortable than a traditional hammock, as it has an asymmetrical axis so you can lie in a more comfortable position. I can't be arsed to explain it, so if you're intrigued or something, then go check out Hennessey Hammocks
It was really nice by the woods. We only say about five other people the whole day, and they were walking past on the path on the other side of the river. It was very peaceful, as you can see from the photo.
Throughout the day we kept hearing this loud plopping noise, as if someone was dropping big round rocks into the water. We couldn't quite work out where exactly the plopping was coming from, and it didn't happen very often, so we'd pretty much forgotten about it by the time it would happen again. It happened about 5 or 6 times over the course of the day, and we couldn't work out what it was.
I laughed and said it was probably dancing trout.
Towards the end of the day, Nate and I had begun to occupy ourselves by chucking stones at various things like the fence post on the other side of the river (we hit that more times than expected actually!) various trees, rocks sticking out the water, all sorts. We saw a can of Kronenberg beer under the water, and we set about hitting that with stones. Suddenly, right in our line of sight, a huge fish leapt out of the river, maybe 5 or 10 meters away from us. It kinda wallowed in the air before 'plopping' back into the water. It had seemed to hang in the air for ages, and the sheer size of thing was amazing. I reckon it had to have been about 2 feet long. We all went "Wooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" all at the same time, as all three of us were looking right at it. So it turns out I was right about 'dancing trout', although I was joking at the time!
The other day I was in town. The Frenchies had invaded, and brought their wares to sell in stalls on the streets in town. A guy on a home made mini-chopper parked next to me, and I got talking to him about it. It used to be a vespa. A fat French guy with a fuzzy moustache came up and started talking to me and the owner of the chop. I made polite conversation although I didn't really know what he was saying. Mind you, by the look of his wine stained broken artery red nose, I doubt he did either.
That's it for now munchkins. I'm knackered and the words are starting to become a bit fuzzy on screen. This makes it difficult to proofread, and as I like to get my grammar at least half right this is a must. Besides that, I'll have some more material for next time now!
I'll post again tomorrow or Wednesday, I still have loads of things to talk about, as per usual.
Later!
Ps - sorry for the lack of humour, this one's kinda informative I guess. Tell you what gimme a topic or a random question, and I'll do my best to come up with some interesting answers. I might even write a true story, like I did with the Penguins.
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3 Comments:
If you are going to proclaim holidays, think big my boy. International Blog Day would seem more appropo, since you have people from Europe, Australia and Texas posting here. Oh, yeah and Foss is from Cornwall, a nation unto itself.
Hmmmm... you are right. Yet again I am foiled by my delusions of adequacy.
I have also declared my flat an independent country. Fossland. Probably the smallest country in the world, except for Forkland, which is in my kitchen.
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