I’d like take my (theoretical) hat off to Adam Pacitti, a student at the University Of Winchester. This YouTube video he made should explain most of the “story”.
What a brilliant concept he’s come up with. Its an easy way to meet people he finds attractive. Add the back story of “zombies and decapitation” to make it seem realistic, and off he goes. All he has to do now is sit back and let the emails from women, whom would probably be close to what he finds attractive, arrive in his mail.
This is the sort of genius plan you’d come up with after a few pints down the pub with a few mates. He’s managed to get lots of free publicity from online, the Hampshire Chronicle, and other sources, so more women will hear his message.
The above is a photo of my house, all the way back from 1934. It was taken by the owner of the house and often contains their young family. This really gives me an incite into what my house was like in the past.
I’ve taken scans of most of the old film photos, which the only copies are now only in basic photographic paper, and plan to get them back to good quality in The GIMP. I’m uploading a copy of each of these photos to my Flickr in an specific 1934 album just for these pictures.
To put how much the house has changed, the first photo is from 1934, the second was taken 3 months ago. Surprisingly, things have changed after 74 years.
Its raining today. Really raining. Its been raining since 9pm last night and hasn’t stopped for a minute yet. I guess this is the first sign that the summer is coming to an end and the arms or autumn are opening up.
A few days ago, I went out and spent the evening with a few friends. A few hours later, I walked home. I don’t remember much of that walk home, but I know it was pretty uneventfull.
I woke up the next morning and find this on my wall…
Turns out I may have stumbled across this thing, and gained a liken to it. Therefore I may have accidentally taken it to a new home. I guess I must have been in a haze…
The thing that I don’t understand, apart from where it came from, is how on earth I managed to get it though my door and onto my wall without registering it my head it for a moment. Was I thinking? Obviously not.
If this turns into a hobby, I may seek professional help.
