The trailer is incredible and the film looks like it’s going to be brilliant:
In other news, my latest blog for the Shropshire Star is up. Read, tweet, facebook etc.
I’ll blog more when exams are done. Probably.
lol exams lol
dear uncle
My uncle, who has been mentioned before in this blog, recently invited my family over to his house in Italy to visit him. When my mum emailed him about it a few days later, this is the response she got:
Hi JillFrom: Andrew
Date: 8 May 2012
To: Jill
Subject: RE: Italy
You know those awkward situations where you feel obliged to invite
people and then hope they conveniently forget about it? Well Sonia had one of those moments on Sunday after Ben had forced her to drink too much red wine.
When Sonia offered the invitation to visit the regional award winning
and ancient Roman town of _____ del _____, nestling in the beautiful
Dolomite mountains with breath taking scenery and gastronomic dining, only a short drive (1 hour) from perhaps the most romantic city in the world….Venice…..she was just having fun, she wasn’t serious.
Why would we think that you and your family would be interested in such outstanding natural beauty and being in close proximity to Tarvisio, one of Italy’s premier ski resort’s where Sonia’s cousin is the mountain rescue officer. He provides free access to mountain walks through the Dolomites to the ancient mountain top village of Cave with breathtaking 360 degrees views of the glaciers and lakes.
Why would any of you be interested in swimming in unspoilt mountain
springs and then sunbathing in 35c of Mediterranean heat in the same
river valley without a care in the world, before going for an ice cold
beer or sampling the local premier champagne?
Exactly, you wouldn’t, and how stupid of Sonia to think that we could
tempt you away from that caravan in Cornwall….silly girl.
But, now she has asked, I guess we would be rude not to follow through with the invitation. I’m sorry if it all sounds boring and mundane, but if you and your husband together with your charming son would like to come for 4/5 days, then it would be nice to have you there …..to suffer with us
Love
this is bat country
Liam, me, Tom and Jon make up the cast of hit new South Yorkshire spin off, Hawaii One-44.
‘deine mutter isst kaese!!’
My latest blog for the Shopshire Star is up.
Read it, facebook it, tweet it, print it out and take it to bed with you.
Vote
If you haven’t been reading my Shropshire Star blog, then frankly I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you. It’s like this one but with slightly more structure and a little less swearing.
Fucking custard.
The next one should be up tomorrow morning, I’ll post it here natuerlich.
Anyway, other blogging concerns go part of the way to explaining why I ain’t bin bloggin’ on the regular. Other factors include laziness, uni guilt and sauerkraut sandwiches.
Today I will excercise my democratic right and vote. I won’t tell you who I’m voting for, but I’ll tell you who I’m not voting for, and that is the Conservatives or the Liberal Democrats. It must be nice for the Lib Dems that people are now aware of who they are, to the point where they can actually be bothered to hate them. As well as propping up a frankly disasterous Tory government, they’ve also got the whole lies, cowardice and power hunger stuff to contend with, so I can’t imagine they’ll do terribly well.
Last night I had whole, freshly cooked and deliciously seasoned chicken breasts on a crunchy baguette, garnished with salad, mustard, un petit peu de ketchup, english mustard and some bloody garlic mayonnaise. It was one of the most glorious creations I have ever been responsible for, it was like the son I never had, if of course, I were a cannibal.
on the road again
Packing for Sheffield. Leave the house in about 30 mins.
Read this article. Share it on twitter and facebook and everywhere. You can do it. Just be strong.
WHERE WERE YOU AT PORT VALE!?!?/11/!?
Now Shrewsbury Town are looking likely to seal automatic promotion to League 1, I thought I’d take this opportunity to remind everyone that Joe and I have been supporters since the start. It’s not just the big matches at the Emirates that we attend.
There we are at Vale Park, home of Port Vale.
There we are at Don Valley Stadium, home of Rotherham.
There we are at the Globe Arena, Morecambe, home of Morecambe. It’s changed a bit since Shakespeare’s day.
And the best thing is, we’re always smiling.
Sexual revolution in 1960s America
Latest blog for The Shropshire Star can be read RIGHT BLOODY HERE.
bday, D-day, DJ, cassius clay
Being back in Shrewsbury has its ill and its merits. Much like going out in Shrewsbury. Which is what I did.
Memories are hazy at best. I woke up with a large patch of hair cut out of the side of my head, above my right ear. It’s grown back a bit now, but it looked completely ridiculous. I had tried to put my chewing gum behind my ear because I’ve heard people do that sometimes, forgot about it, and found it stuck in my hair a few hours later outside a chip shop. The less said about the moments outside that chip shop the better. Horrific shame. When I got home, I tried to cut the chewing gum out of my hair and ended up losing more than neccessary. Considering that I am essentially Samson, any hair loss is a deeply disturbing event for me. Luckily you can’t even see it now, so my powers are restored.
A few days hence, I went down to London with my family to visit old friends. We had a lovely time and several delicious meals including a venison wellington, which is by far the tastiest thing anyone has ever invented.
On Easter Monday, we had all the family round. Keen to abuse any biblical narrative as an opportunity to get slightly toasted, we had a beverage in the name of Jesus who may well have actually existed even if he wasn’t technically ‘the son of God’ and couldn’t do miracles after all.
My uncle, a kind man, had promised my sister and I home made easter eggs. This is what we got:
I know that it is hard to believe, but they truly taste worse than they look. And the one on the right looks like an ashtray covered in mud, so that’s quite an achievement.
Anyway, the Shropshire Star thing went well, so that’ll be a weekly thing. Thurssday morning, be there or be square.
