Bullocks vs Meatballs
Song of the Day – History – Funeral for a Friend
Album of the Day – In Between Dreams – Jack Johnson
Word of the Day – Trombone
Thought of the Day – “An individual is not one who refrains from imitating others, rather one who may be imitated by no-one...” (Big shout out to Bruce, whom I have never met, for posting that one. It’s a deal. It’s a steal. It’s the sale of the fucking century…)
I know what you’re thinking…
No, I really do know what you’re thinking. I’m like Derren Brown and shit. No, I’m better than Derren Brown. I’m like a mix of Derren Brown and that dude off of Most Haunted.
So what are you thinking?
Well, aside from the four of clubs (because that’s the card you were thinking of) – you’re thinking – “Christ! I thought this dude was dead!”
Sorry to disappoint.
No, fans, I am not dead. Nor am I in a coma, nor have aliens abducted me. I am also NOT secretly living a double life as Sienna Miller as some (of the more dubious) tabloids have claimed.
I have, in fact, been living it up in Covent Garden, and working very hard. Like a Japanese Prisoner of War, but a happy one.
Oh, enough of the bollocks.
And I mean that. The bollock-o-meter has been turned to negative one. The rest of this blog will be a bollocks free zone. From now. No bollocks. Apart from the ones previously mentioned. And now, no more!
How about bullocks?
Moo! And stuff. Hehe – big, hairy bullocks.
I feel I should mention that this may not be the most linear blog you’re ever likely to read…
So there. Anyways, what else is up? Well, over the last couple of days I have had the distinct pleasure (and if you’re reading this Danielle, please be prepared to blush) of meeting with a very cool friend of mine, Danielle. I have spoken about her before, and I think I said that she is cooler than flared trousers…
I was wrong.
Danielle is way, way cooler than that. She’s just about absolute zero. She’s minus 231 degrees Kelvin. She’s ice. She’s pretty, and funny (very few people have the ability to make me laugh like that) – and is just generally pretty darned a-ok in my book. And my book is quite long, so there.
So we met in a bar on Monday night, and I’ve been out for lunch with her just now. I had meatballs. I don’t know what she had, you’d have to ask her, but I know it had green in it…
Argh! I’ve had to come back to work!
But needs must when the Devil drives, I suppose.
Right then, as you know I don’t like coming along here and just emptying random, banal and arbitrary thoughts on to you. Well, I do, but I at least like them to have a point, you know…
But – joke-on-joke – there is no point to this one.
I just wanted to swear for a bit and make a bad joke about genitals – and then, of course, tell you about Nelly.
Which I have done…
And now…
Like a crappy superhero…
AWAY!
Peace my chickens. Love to you all.
Album of the Day – In Between Dreams – Jack Johnson
Word of the Day – Trombone
Thought of the Day – “An individual is not one who refrains from imitating others, rather one who may be imitated by no-one...” (Big shout out to Bruce, whom I have never met, for posting that one. It’s a deal. It’s a steal. It’s the sale of the fucking century…)
I know what you’re thinking…
No, I really do know what you’re thinking. I’m like Derren Brown and shit. No, I’m better than Derren Brown. I’m like a mix of Derren Brown and that dude off of Most Haunted.
So what are you thinking?
Well, aside from the four of clubs (because that’s the card you were thinking of) – you’re thinking – “Christ! I thought this dude was dead!”
Sorry to disappoint.
No, fans, I am not dead. Nor am I in a coma, nor have aliens abducted me. I am also NOT secretly living a double life as Sienna Miller as some (of the more dubious) tabloids have claimed.
I have, in fact, been living it up in Covent Garden, and working very hard. Like a Japanese Prisoner of War, but a happy one.
Oh, enough of the bollocks.
And I mean that. The bollock-o-meter has been turned to negative one. The rest of this blog will be a bollocks free zone. From now. No bollocks. Apart from the ones previously mentioned. And now, no more!
How about bullocks?
Moo! And stuff. Hehe – big, hairy bullocks.
I feel I should mention that this may not be the most linear blog you’re ever likely to read…
So there. Anyways, what else is up? Well, over the last couple of days I have had the distinct pleasure (and if you’re reading this Danielle, please be prepared to blush) of meeting with a very cool friend of mine, Danielle. I have spoken about her before, and I think I said that she is cooler than flared trousers…
I was wrong.
Danielle is way, way cooler than that. She’s just about absolute zero. She’s minus 231 degrees Kelvin. She’s ice. She’s pretty, and funny (very few people have the ability to make me laugh like that) – and is just generally pretty darned a-ok in my book. And my book is quite long, so there.
So we met in a bar on Monday night, and I’ve been out for lunch with her just now. I had meatballs. I don’t know what she had, you’d have to ask her, but I know it had green in it…
Argh! I’ve had to come back to work!
But needs must when the Devil drives, I suppose.
Right then, as you know I don’t like coming along here and just emptying random, banal and arbitrary thoughts on to you. Well, I do, but I at least like them to have a point, you know…
But – joke-on-joke – there is no point to this one.
I just wanted to swear for a bit and make a bad joke about genitals – and then, of course, tell you about Nelly.
Which I have done…
And now…
Like a crappy superhero…
AWAY!
Peace my chickens. Love to you all.
posted by Chris at 6:27 AM
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