Monthly Archive for August, 2008

Stinking Shower

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on August 31, 2008
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We’ve been waiting for a new bathroom for around 15 years. The current one was made in the 1950s, and has only been updated by a shower and a selection of cheap tiles in the 90’s.

The rulers of my house have decided enough is enough. Time for a change. Rip out all the old crap, and add new stuff to it instead. All sounds good, and all is going well.

They got an honest, hard working company to come round and sort it out. Brought new, solid fittings. Cleaned up the colour scheme (its now white instead of rotten cream) and started the process.

Redecorating The Bathroom

One small problem however. That means theres no shower. No problem, I’ll use the local gyms showers. Nope, there closed, due to work being done. Damn.

With the holidays coming to an end, this means college starts soon. Which also means no more laying about in my pants, stinking to high heaven.

However, there is a solution to this problem. And its a simple one. A series of flannels. Red is for face, Yellow for body, and Blue for the stinky, complicated areas. It takes a long time, compared to a shower, but it works.

So, if you see me about, and want to know the secrete to my super shiney hair, its simple. Don’t wash it.

Slow Train Cooking

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on August 29, 2008
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Yet again, August has been a slow month for me writing and posting the common selection of clap trap. Limited amount of posts with an even lesser amount of content. I seem to be slowing down, which is not something I’m happy about. :(

This holiday has gone fast. It didn’t go as planned, but it seemed to generate itself. For example, making Nigella Lawson’s Coca-Cola Cake.

Coca-Cola Cake

It sorta tasted like chocolate brownies. And it also sorta tasted like coca-cola. Well I guess thats kinda obvious. :D

Messed Up Again

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on August 15, 2008
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It’s fair to say that my AS results where not as expected. Which can be seen as a real bummer.

I fucked up with this year at college. And that means people will want to talk to me about it, which will not be a good thing.

My vision of the future, which is one thing i’ve had shatted over a period of the last two months on multiple occasions, really can’t be seen. I guess if anything, over the last year, the one thing i’ve learnt is that nothing should be planned long term.

Sure, aim for goals, but somethings going to get in the way if you plan.

Kinda a downer when you think about it…

Just Like Last Year

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on August 14, 2008
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I’m off to go collect my AS results. A whole year at college has gone past, and it feels like it was only a few days. I did this last year with my GCSE’s. Time to go find out if I’m continuing with college net year.

Memories Of Secondry: Latin

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on August 10, 2008
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This story came back into my head today, and I thought I might as well share it with you guys.

Its October 2004, and I was one of a thirty person Latin class. The class, was made up of some of the most intellectual students of our year. The sort of people that where looking to head towards Oxford or Cambridge. It was a morning lesson, around 11.

Little bit of back story. There was this Design & Tech teacher who was a little on the weird side. Little as in when you met him, you knew something was up. Due to a series of unfortunate events, which were all his fault, he got the sack.

His son, who attended the school, wasn’t too happy about this. So to protest, he climbed onto the top of the Science block, and shouted down below. He was going to jump unless his Dad got his job back.

His timing for such a stunt was not great, as everyone was in leasons, and the ones who skipped leasons couldn’t give a toss if he lived or died.

The Science block is opposite my old Latin class, so we where the only ones to hear his demands.

“Give my Dad his job back, or I’ll fucking jump”

We all turn our heads, see the guy, and run to the window and gather round to oogle at him.

“I fucking mean it”

Whole class in unison

“Jump Jump Jump” for around 5 - 10 minutes.

Seeing as we where the only one to take notice of his threat, he decides its not a good idea, and climbs down off the block and onto the ground, where he’s escorted directedly to the headmasters office by some high status teacher.

Our latin teacher was the head’s wife, so he was directly informed, and needless to say she thought it was “a very cruel and mindless thing to do to this poor boy”. We all thought it was just funny, then again Year 9 humour is twisted and sick.