tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220626772024-03-13T06:39:36.908+00:00Dave: My up-to-date history of meRead on, read on... sorry about the bad layout, from time to time the blog goes funny. Try downloading FireFox to fix any problems with viewing the site.
I keep the blog to maintain memories I'm likely to forget and share them with the world. Typing stuff is also easier than writing with a pen and saves paper:) You can select which blog subject I've written under on the left, although most things will be Thoughts and Feelings or Rant (its too easy to rant about stuff)Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-70073911397596251102008-08-11T12:45:00.003+01:002008-08-11T12:52:06.232+01:00Sitting in waitingOOOOOOOOOOOMG, crap, pants, fudge and other low-end swearing.<br /><br />No updates, you moan?<br />That's because what is an ex-student meant to talk about apart from the void of finishing university and getting a full time job?<br /><br />And now, now I must update, nay, <em>vent</em>, the very tension I feel at the prospect of opening my results when I get home! (*cough, several weeks late*)<br /><br />Of course, I wont publicise my final mark online, no, that's the sort of information I put on my CV and don't give out to the general public.<br /><br />Looks like <a href="http://dddaaavvveee.blogspot.com/2007/11/fear-of-being-tird.html">I'll know which line to stand in</a> when I find out what I got...Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-26359214314913084572008-02-09T22:53:00.000+00:002008-02-09T22:56:17.641+00:00New workout plan needed: suggestions welcome!<span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/4703166.stm"> 'Sexercise' yourself into shape</a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><b><br />The NHS has some new advice for people struggling to schedule a fitness routine into their daily lives - a workout between the sheets.</b> </span><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">According to the NHS Direct website, "sexercise" can lower the risk of heart attacks and helps people live longer. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">Endorphins released during orgasm stimulate immune system cells, which also helps target illnesses like cancer, as well as wrinkles, it states. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">Sexual health experts said such claims could not be scientifically proven. <!-- E SF --> </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">"It's good to see the NHS are promoting sexual wellbeing," Dr Melissa Sayer told the Guardian newspaper. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">"Yes, there is evidence that sex has benefits for mental wellbeing, but to say there is a link with reduced risk of heart disease and cancer is taking the argument too far." </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">NHS Direct, however, told the paper the content was "backed by science and clinical evidence" and "isn't just a bit of fun". </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;"><b>'Regular romps'</b> </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">The advice, published under the headline "Get more than zeds in bed", is one of several sexual health-related articles to be found on the NHS Direct website. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">Sex with a little energy and imagination provides a workout worthy of an athlete, the article says.<br /></span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">"Forget about jogging round the block or struggling with sit-ups. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">"Sex uses every muscle group, gets the heart and lungs working hard, and burns about 300 calories an hour." </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">The advice suggests "regular romps this winter" could lead to a better body and a younger look. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">Increased production of endorphins "will make your hair shine and your skin smooth," it adds. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">"If you're worried about wrinkles - orgasms even help prevent frown lines from deepening." </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">The article goes on to say that orgasms release "painkillers" into the bloodstream, which helping keep mild illnesses like colds and aches and pains at bay. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size:85%;">The production of extra oestrogen and testosterone hormones "will keep your bones and muscles healthy, leaving you feeling fabulous inside and out". </span></p>Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-64398960759508459492008-02-04T23:16:00.001+00:002008-02-05T15:08:08.519+00:00The tale of my lost temper...<span style="font-size:130%;">Don't play your music on the bus. Sometimes even I can lose my temper... it happened a few months ago, as I was on an early morning packed bus. This is from an archived text message I sent on that day. I rewrote the shorthand in full English, but the swearing and conversational style is there to keep this memento of my rage:</span><br /><br />Consider how often I lose my temper. Hardly ever. Mafuckin rage built up inside me, Times like this I felt just a little bit angry.<br /><br />Some rudeboys in school uniform were at the back of this bus, where I had managed to find a seat. What I had a problem with was one had their phone playing music, then the other decided his was louder, so he turned his on THEN, right, the first one put his phone speaker at an angle to the window sill so it echoed all round where I was sitting! I mean, when I get angry enough, adrenalin pumps and I feel light headed, my vision goes slightly red in fact!<br />I'm there, arms folded, staring at them thinking "I am going to fuck you up if you look at me!" Being up in their grills how are you NOT going to look at me though?! So of course, I caught one of their eyes, and they gave me a '"What you staring at?' look, so I let them know!<br />I must've pulled some mean mug on them coz they went all quiet!<br /><br />"What stop you getting off at? Okay, and I'm going to be listening to that music all the way to Richmond? What do you mean you don't care, the rest of this bus cares that you're playing your music that loud! Don't tell me to be quiet, there's 40 of us on this bus and TWO of you, what you gonna do?!" by then I'd got the attention of other commuters and they took my side of the argument.<br />A senior woman spoke up who worked for the school council and threatened to report them.<br />That was it, once people began havingh a go after what I started, it was out of my hands and they shut up and put their phones away. Bitch.<br /><br /><br />PS: Potential employers/relatives/wives-to-be/etc, I don't have anger issues!Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-79247799743802674022007-12-28T22:49:00.000+00:002007-12-28T23:56:44.846+00:00Extras ExtraWow. Not sure what to say. Where did I hear about it first? <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/extras/">BBC</a>? The paper? Or internet? Ah, I can't remember.<br /><br />Last night, it was planned that I was to have a Ricky Gervais night at mine. Featuring a playlist of <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0001WHUFK?ie=UTF8&tag=davemyuptodat-21&linkCode=xm2&camp=1634&creativeASIN=B0001WHUFK">The Office Christmas episodes</a>, his live '<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B000NQDE0Y?ie=UTF8&tag=davemyuptodat-21&linkCode=xm2&camp=1634&creativeASIN=B000NQDE0Y">Fame</a>' standup and finally, on TV, Extras.<br /><br />Oh, it was hilarious. The Office was because Christmas has just gone, and as host, I wanted to make it contextually fitting!<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B000NQDE0Y?ie=UTF8&tag=davemyuptodat-21&linkCode=xm2&camp=1634&creativeASIN=B000NQDE0Y">Fame</a> well that was funny, but that's not what I'm here to talk about.<br /><br />TV on, volume up, lights dimmed, doors closed, bladder emptied! BBC ident showing, intro sequence begins.<br /><br />Big Brother? Wow! I let out a laugh (a quiet one, so that I don't miss a thing) because opening sequences that I don't expect (the intros to Extras always begin as a scene from a film or from the show that Andy, the programme's protagonist, for all you not knowers, is in).<br /><br />From thence forth, I didn't know what to expect. I knew from watching the Office Christmas episodes that Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant could pen good series conclusions. But not the way last night.<br /><br />As each episode in each series progressed, we see Andy climbing the slippery ladder to fame, and each time, Maggie sees him becoming a worse friend than before. So that had to go somewhere. Part of me was hoping there would be a romance. I've never seen Gervais do that. Oh, apart from in the Office. But you can see that sort of bond there between them, can't you?<br /><br />I expected to laugh a bit more. But you're tipping the scales there between the midlife crisis Andy (and Maggie for that matter) is in with humour. Still, being Gervais, he never fails to make a cringeworthy fool out of himself anyway (stomach girdle snapping - LOL!).<br /><br />Yet at the same time, and I respect Gervais for doing this as anything he puts his name on is a cash cow, manages to put every critical thing I have to say about fame and celebrity into the storyline/dialogue. Wow. I mean, is he doing that deliberately to let his fans know that being famous isn't everything, even though Extras <span style="font-style: italic;">could</span> loosely be based around his climb to fame? Where did he learn to act for example? Because a long, emotional monologue (with real tears?) to the camera to Maggie watching at home was like "Whoah, that's powerful stuff from the man I seen on the extras of his DVDs, who clearly acts like a prat most of the time!"<br /><br /><blockquote>"I'm sick of these celebrities living their life out in the open. Why would you do that? Fuck the makers of this show! The Victorian freak show never went away. Now it's called Big Brother or The X-Factor. We wheel out the bewildered to be sniggered at by multi-millionaires. Fuck you for watching this at home! Shame on you and shame on me!"</blockquote>*applause from my settee*<br /><br />Nancy Banks-Smith <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2007/dec/28/television">gave it an okay review in the Guardian</a>. That's all well and dandy, but I would have preferred that <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/samwollaston">Sam Wollaston</a> fella myself. She said that the celebrity appearances were "etched in acid" and most of them were "good sports or... glad to be asked." I agree. George Michael turning up on the 'queer bench' as that Scottish character (the name escapes me) from the first series is talking to Andy - loud laughs among all! I, like her, thought that Hale and Pace were Chas and Dave...<br /><br />Anyway, for me, it would be biased to try and review last night's episode like a TV reviewer as I'm a Gervais fan, it wouldn't be fair. Rather, I'll rate it on its 'wow' factor for fans, and I have to say, he did a great job with it. There was some different soundtrack throughout, which I'm not too sure fitted well with transitions. It ended negatively, highlighting the mid-life crises they were both facing, Andy, Maggie, Andy's agent and 'Barry' all lost their jobs, and in the end, Andy deceives his agent and quits fame forever. Sure, it was long, but fans such as myself stuck with it through all one hour and twenty-five minutes of it, and every up and down kept me hooked to see how Gervais was going to end it. As I said before, I don't know where he learned to write his scripts, or do emotional monologues (it was a good thing, as you never expect his characters to have the depth of emotion), but he did a good job.<br /><br />So, "Wow."<br /><br />And the figures are in: it scored <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2007/dec/28/tvratings.television?gusrc=rss&feed=media">5m viewers</a>!Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-77760804296656333822007-12-23T22:45:00.000+00:002007-12-23T23:07:38.855+00:00The Miracle Before Christmas!It's Christmas, it truly is!<br />We've a new addition to the family!<br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Twas a cold, foggy night last night. Or evening. Or day. I don't actually know the full details. Come close though, my friends, what I do know is this... (from what was retold to me):</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">So homegirl Chubby's (obviously not real name) brother was out last night/evening/day when he saw a scampering in the road. He went over to check what it was... a two-toned ball of fur, rodent like but with no tail - why, it was hamster! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">After trying to capture it, but to no avail, he asked some lads from the swimming baths (I don't get why or how, either!) they managed to corner it, then went into KFC to get a chicken box (I shit you not, friends) to put it in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">The next day (today) I got a phone call in the afternoon from homegirl Chubby telling me this sad story of the abandoned hamster her brother had found, and did I want it?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Now, its been about two months since Tootsie (our other hamster) died. The house is sort of empty without her. This fella would have died of cold, been run over or eaten had it been left to nature, and it </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">is </span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Christmas: I said yes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">'Tis the day before Christmas. Some call it Christmas Eve Eve. I decided there and then on the phone to call it Miracles (pron.: Mih-rah-klees, as in how you say 'Hercules')</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And that's the story of how he came to be.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He</span>'s in our sitting room, in <span style="font-weight: bold;">his </span>new home, by the fire. Oh, did I not mention he is a <span style="font-style: italic;">he</span>? O he certainly is - you heard the phrase "hung like a hamster?" He defines it, they're huge! Huge in proportion to his tiny body, that is.<br /><br />When you see him, be sure to give my orphaned friend a friendly greeting, because he is the Miracle of Christmas!Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-52031853349237067422007-11-01T16:26:00.000+00:002007-11-01T17:01:38.919+00:00Fear of being a t'ird!!It's my third year at uni - hooray, I made the first two! Only one more to go!<br /><br />I've done my best to take it seriously.<br />Typical scenario:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hey Dave, wanna go out?"</span><br />FUCK OFF, DOING COURSEWORK, LEAVE ME ALONE!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"What a wanker..."</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>I was on fire in my first year - 70% upwards on module assignments. Who's a clever boy (hint: me)<br />At this time, however, I was still ignorant to university grade banding. '2.1?' 'Honour?' A '<span style="font-style: italic;">first</span>'? I'd heard all these terms on <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Fresh%20Prince&tag=davemyuptodat-21&index=eu-video-uk%3Advd&linkCode=ur2&camp=1634&creative=6738"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air</span></a> as a young'n and thought they were just American grades so Carlton could go Harvard! I told you I was ignorant to uni grade bandings.<br /><br />Last week I was in a learning skills lecture on what we want to get from our degree. We went over all that stuff. The rusty floodgates of my mind opened, and knowledge gushed forth, filling my knowledge tanks to the brim.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FLASHBACK</span>! The second year of uni was different for me:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">Got a girlfriend, Dave?</span><br />Nope.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lonely?</span><br />Uh-huh. Where to I go from here?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Shiiiit I dunno, I'm just your conscience!<br /></span>How can you help me?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can't. But as you're dwelling on how lonely you think you are, I guess I can make it worse for you by reminding you how de-motivating some of your lecturers are.<br /></span>GAAAAAAHHHHHHH!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That's it, let it all out...</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>I got me a few 70%+ here and there. And a few below. And one fail.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU'RE BACK IN THE ROOM!</span> We worked out a few examples of who we thought got a 1st, 2.1, 2.2 or 3rd. Something in the back of my mind is thinking '<span style="font-style: italic;">What if the tutor is using your results as an example?</span>'<br />Oh, and I learned that the first year doesn't count towards your final degree - WHAT?<br />Somewhere along the line, I switched off when they were telling me that!<br /><br />To cut a long story short, it brought me to question what I'm going to get from my degree.<br />I did brill first year (even if I didn't have to), okay in my second, and my third year is going to be the hardest yet.<br /><br />I have visions of me going to a job interview at a worldwide publication.<br />One queue for 2.1s and above. Pinstripe suites bought on Saville Row, promising futures. A second queue for those with a lesser degree, wearing cheap child-labour suits from Tesco . And me in it (dressed slightly better).<br /><br />Or<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span> at airport customs. With a journalism visa. The customs officer opens it up, and for some reason, my degree is stamped on it too. He takes a look at me as if to say "I got the same degree as you, now look at me, having to work overtime here AND raise a kid at home, alone since my wife ran away with the postman who she was having an affair with since around the time she told me she was pregnant!"<br /><br />Its not easy being at uni. Let's hope that every time I submit my assignments that I did them right, referenced them well and impress the marker.<br /><br />Otherwise, you all know what my future is.Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-41075038300869205432007-10-15T22:43:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:47:06.003+01:00O Lecturer (a poem)<div style="text-align: center;">O Lecturer,<br />How you stand at your lectern,<br />Jowls wobbling,<br />Voice stuttering.<br />You are like a wooden puppet;<br />Your chin droops loosely.<br /><br />Do you not know<br />Tis a Monday morning?<br />Students in their seats,<br />We all doze off.<br /><br />Why can you not talk<br />In<br />Continuous prose<br />And<br />*cough*<br />Stop<br /><br /><br /><br />With the long silence...<br /><br /><br /><br />Every time you say something?<br /><br />Fellow undergraduates,<br />Academi (that's probably fictional Latin)<br />How can we make notes<br />If our lecturer cannot speak well<br />Publicly?<br /><br />My friends:<br />We are in a quandary.</div>Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-34572298431497246532007-10-08T21:33:00.000+01:002007-10-08T21:49:31.242+01:00Too much flavour!So there I am, on Saturday, in a well-known, worldwide chain store that I've wanted to work for for a long while, and I'm feeling a bit hype because I've had a good day.<br />I saw they had vacancies, and as it happens, as I'm so very well prepared, I sent in my application early, online.<br />I ask the store assistant "Have you heard anything from me, I sent my application a few weeks ago?" So they get the manager.<br />The manager waddles over and says no, they haven't, can you fill out a paper form.<br />I go: "Is it okay if I print out what I put because I typed a lot and writing it would be an effort."<br />The manager's like "Sure," and walks off.<br />She leaves, so just to get a few pointers, I ask the store assistants "So, what did you guys put on you application to get the job?" Perhaps a bit loud, music was playing in the store.<br />The store supervisor (what a stupid position in any career) comes over and asks what the problem is.<br />Feeling hyped, I go "No problem, just asking these guys how to go about getting the job because I take failing [job applications] quite personally."<br />She starts, "You've already put the manager off already..." (HOW?) "...by saying you don't want to fill out a paper form, and she doesn't like your overall attitude... etc, etc, <span style="font-style: italic;">professional drivel you don't use when you're a mere supervisor at a global corporate company</span>."<br /><br />I'm thinking, 'Excuse me? What is my crime here? Being <span style="font-style: italic;">flavourful</span>? Enthusiastic and willing to work Christmas, being hype, and you're making me feel like a dick because your manager has a grudge against EVERYTHING because she's overweight?!!!!'<br />This, my friends is the same woman who, when <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B000MCIBCA/026-1104448-2673221?ie=UTF8&tag=davemyuptodat-21&linkCode=xm2&creativeASIN=B000MCIBCA">Akon's 'I Wanna Love You RADIO VERSION</a>' (that is, 'I Wanna FUCK YOU'), she moaned to her colleagues that "Stuff like that just shouldn't be allowed."<br /><br />See. A grudge.<br /><br />Too much flavour.Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-89013578191071217002007-10-02T19:05:00.000+01:002007-10-05T11:01:45.715+01:00A lecturer to make you go "eek!"A tutor with a personality that shocks and amuses! Someone who is passionate about what they do, and, most importantly (this is the factor that most lecturers lack) someone who is so very professionally on the ball with strict morals. Me likey.<br /><br />Someone who will behead me if I don't do <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Smartt%2C%20Ursula&tag=davemyuptodat-21&index=books&linkCode=ur2&camp=1634&creative=6738">my reading for the next workshop</a>... I better go!Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-88072026084524961372007-09-05T02:32:00.001+01:002007-09-09T01:02:00.456+01:00More money, fewer problems.See, my problem recently has been I'm lying around the house doing not a lot. I haven't even done the mountain of washing opposite me. Farkin useless is both what I'm being and how I'm feeling.<br> <br>At times like that I'm thinking why aren't I writing more? I've nothing better to do!<br> <br>Anyway, desperate as I was, I wrote to my previous employer asking for some more work, as I was re-doing a university essay before when they asked me if I could work extra. I submitted the letter and wondered just how long it'd take before they got back to me. I'm checking my phone every few hours every day to see if they've called me back, which they hadn't.<br> <br>I forgot about them. I thought they forgot about me. Then my phone interrupted the intelligent and probably political conversation I was having earlier. Guess what? It was them!<br> <br>"We'd like you here, Thursday, 11am."<br> <br>Cool.<br>10 minutes later I get a call from them again.<br> <br>"Actually, can you work tomorrow as well?"<br> <br>Well of COURSE I can!<br> <br>The moral of my story? I don't know. Something along the lines of if you do stuff now, it will help you later. "What goes around." Without the negativity that normally goes with that proverb!<br> <br>Sell yourself, my people. If people want an interest, they'll get at you.<p>----------<br>Message sent off a portable deviceMister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-56215765208977020012007-09-03T15:52:00.000+01:002007-09-09T01:04:16.329+01:00"Don't be alarmed, Louis...""I think I may be Jesus!"<br /><br />Oops, I started this post but didn't finish it.<br /><br />Took the quote from Family Guy. My hands are so raw from breakin' my hands have blistered. They look like stigmata to me. So I'm going to show some nuns and make them cry.Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-91954019260879754192007-08-25T23:23:00.000+01:002007-08-25T23:28:50.006+01:00The Sun: 60-year-old humped to deathThe things the tabloids print these days:<br /><br /><hr /><br /><h1 class="black32"><a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007380510,00.html">60-year-old humped to death</a> </h1> <span class="spacer5"> </span><br /><!-- end headline or Pic Headline --> <span class="black12">By JAMES CLOTHIER</span><br /> <span class="black12">August 20, 2007</span><br /> <span class="spacer20"> </span><br /> <br /> <span class="norm12">A WOMAN was crushed to death by her randy pet camel, police said yesterday. <p>The 24-stone animal knocked the 60-year-old to the ground then laid on top of her. </p> <p>The woman’s shocked husband — who bought the ten-month-old camel for his wife’s 60th birthday in March — found her body at the family sheep and cattle ranch in Australia.</p> <p>The victim, who has not been named, had a “love of exotic pets” and was about to feed her animals at the Outback ranch near Brisbane, Queensland.</p> <p>Cops said the camel stamped on her, leaving “one definite footprint” on her face and one on her arm. </p> <p>Detective Senior Constable Craig Gregory said: “She had tea on, and a cup of tea was in the kitchen.</p> <p>“She was just doing her afternoon chores of feeding all the other animals. The camel was young and had been hand-reared. It drinks out of a bottle and eats out of your hand.</p> <p>“It’s probably been playing, or it may be even a sexual sort of thing. </p> <p>“It has either smothered her or brought on a heart turn.”</p> <p>The camel had a history of odd behaviour and had tried to suffocate a pet goat. Its fate was not known.</p> <p>Camel expert Chris Hill believed the camel’s behaviour was sexual and warned they can be dangerous if treated as pets without discipline</p></span><br /><hr />Sorry, I laughed. LOL (in the literal sense)Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-42151559683679333772007-08-25T11:10:00.000+01:002007-08-25T15:24:33.815+01:00Have I lost my love for writing?I was updating my CV yesterday and adding new, updated, relevant bits that weren't in there two years ago. I've never had to use a CV to get a job thus far in life, so old details of how I went to sixth form matter not!<br /><br />I was writing some details about how I'd like to be a journalist one day and the quote goes something like:<br /><br /><blockquote>"I'd like to be a journalist because of my love of writing..."</blockquote><br /><br />Yet while writing that very sentence it took me severy minutes to write exactly why. Maybe my mind was exhausted from working so <em>very</em> hard all week (coursework retakes).<br />I simply could not bring words to surface and type down!<br /><br />I mean, when was the last time I blogged? After having a pear cider! How am I going to get any page views from blogs I've been reading the past few months?<br /><br />I'm still hyped as hell about stuff in life still, I just haven't put time aside to write it down. I must lose not my love of writing. Or I'm buggered next semester in my course. *Gulp*Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-49088121277389940532007-08-08T19:46:00.000+01:002007-08-25T15:27:53.451+01:00In praise of Swedish pear cider<a href="http://www.kopparbergs.com/"><img src="http://www.kopparbergs.com/images/KopparbergsLogoTop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.kopparbergs.com/">Kopparberg</a> is where its at this summer, coming to a cider aisle near you, hopefully. Or Lloyd's Bar.<br /><br />No doubt fruity drinks aren't that masculine, but a glass of this over ice on a sunny day is the refreshment every man needs!<br /><br />Drink <a href="http://www.kopparbergs.com/">Kopparberg</a>! *thumbs up*Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-78199765089031798852007-08-06T22:16:00.000+01:002007-08-06T22:22:57.058+01:00Book Review: Salam Pax<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/1843542625?ie=UTF8&tag=davemyuptodat-21&link_code=as3&camp=2506&creative=9298&creativeASIN=1843542625"><span class="q"><img src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51F7J00MV9L._SS500_.jpg" id="prodImage" /></span></a><br /></div><span class="q"><br />I never thought reading a book of someone's personal blog could be quite so interesting (I say <span style="font-style: italic;">interesting </span>rather than fascinating because really its just opinionated musings of daily life, only during the recent war in Iraq). These are really just letters published on the Internet so Pax's friend Raed in Jordan can read them.<br /><br /></span>Somehow you feel drawn to this book because it goes against something that would never have been allowed in controlled Iraq, although all it really is is a published web log, copied-and-pasted straight off the Internet. <span class="q"><br /><br />Somehow it grips because of all this inside information. Many times does Pax put himself at risk just to keep his blog updated. Friends and relations are reduced to first initials or pseudonyms as to not give away identities, and only a mysterious blog-friend Diana is entrusted with many of his secrets.<br /><br />What gripes me about this book is that its available for viewing on the Internet completely free of charge in its original format.</span><script><!-- D(["mb","\u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\> \u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\>What is also difficult is there are footnotes at the bottom of nearly every page! This means you have to do a lot of referencing in order to understand some of what you're reading.\u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\> \u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\>Its also quite hard for people who have never 'blogged' before to understand the layout of it.\u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\> \u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\>Fortunately for me I picked it up in the library though...\u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\> \u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\>A good read? Yes. \u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\>Finally there's something I can read and at the same time look back on when comparing it to what I saw on the news at the time. It was a risk writing something like this, but reading it fascinates the mind as you experience the same images we saw on TV only through the eyes of someone in Iraq at the. Its humorous and well written and I recommend it to anyone interested in Iraq affairs or just those who need a better understanding of a land constantly in our headlines portrayed in a such a negative way.\n\u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\> \u003c/div\>\n\u003cdiv\>Read the book, it will change some of your opinions. Although as I said, its also free to read on Pax's blogsite anyway.\u003c/div\>\n",0] ); D(["ce"]); //--></script> <div> </div> <div>What is also difficult is there are footnotes at the bottom of nearly every page! This means you have to do a lot of referencing in order to understand some of what you're reading.</div> <div> </div> <div>Its also quite hard for people who have never 'blogged' before to understand the layout of it.</div> <div> </div> <div>Fortunately for me I picked it up in the library though...</div> <div> </div> <div>A good read? Yes. </div> <div>Finally there's something I can read and at the same time look back on when comparing it to what I saw on the news at the time. It was a risk writing something like this, but reading it fascinates the mind as you experience the same images we saw on TV only through the eyes of someone in Iraq at the. Its humorous and well written and I recommend it to anyone interested in Iraq affairs or just those who need a better understanding of a land constantly in our headlines portrayed in a such a negative way. </div> <div> </div> <div>Read the book, it will change some of your opinions. Although as I said, its also free to read on Pax's blogsite anyway.</div>Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-51893035192052282532007-07-16T14:59:00.000+01:002007-07-16T15:12:27.462+01:00Run down the shops, get the Mail On Sunday, please.Like I'd ever actually buy it without a good reason!<br /><br />But what do you know, yesterday was only the Sunday when *symbol* (that is, <span style="font-style: italic;">Prince</span>) released his new <span style="font-style: italic;">album</span> as a covermount, absolutely free. And guess what? Everyone, even those who don't read TMoS has bought up every single copy of the paper! What a downright dirty trick just to get people to read your paper, you bastards!<br /><br />Had I not bought the Times on Saturday we'd be lacking a TV guide right now.<br />Anyone with a copy of the album that isn't a fan of Prince, can I please have your copy? Thanks.Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-69374260825567255552007-07-03T16:47:00.000+01:002007-07-04T13:53:22.481+01:00I dislocated my toe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8k1stoaWJl-lar_FU47fJHS8mrdJo8QnCwRvZrWKo4yM2iZEy2_k-DxrX8HEzDi55Vh1Y6Tq6Gso9cZzNpcJkgEQygw_34cweNIa6y7ytFoUsGHJ1RLiE0qnRryrYw8951_fw/s1600-h/Dsc00986.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8k1stoaWJl-lar_FU47fJHS8mrdJo8QnCwRvZrWKo4yM2iZEy2_k-DxrX8HEzDi55Vh1Y6Tq6Gso9cZzNpcJkgEQygw_34cweNIa6y7ytFoUsGHJ1RLiE0qnRryrYw8951_fw/s400/Dsc00986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083319846313259026" border="0" /></a><br />Fookin' great. It's where the mouse is hovering in the photo by the way.<br /><br />I've a battle this Thursday and I'm going on holiday at the weekend. And my second toe is in a <span style="font-style: italic;">splint.</span> If that's what you call what they've done, anyway.<br /><br />4 hours waiting in Accident and Emergency. It wasn't an <span style="font-style: italic;">emergency </span>as much as it was an <span style="font-style: italic;">accident</span>, but that's still too long to be waiting.<br /><br />I had to have my foot looked at, X-rayed, relocated (ouch, although while high on laughing gas), X-rayed again then have my toe tied to another toe. "Oh, and keep it dry." Yes, Doc.<br /><br />So have you ever tried lowering yourself into a hot bath with one leg? Being a man. With nuts? Shampoos and bubble baths were getting knocked down all over the bathroom by my useless excuse for a leg. Then when I needed to get out my towel was too far from the bath, meaning I had to somehow bend my corpse enough to reach. I could only spend 10 minutes in there before it all became too much. You can't even wash your hair [comfortably] like that!<br /><br />Yesterday I thought forget the bath, <span style="font-style: italic;">if I tie a bag around my foot I can keep it dry and have a shower</span>. So I did.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1H1YdZY8vVp6MS436HQH6xh0UjhHWvKChdz2yDs-Lv95atgFIJwCsJh-VA4U_dvTYKHM2SqZnwJ2OBywe-oAqkKyrAjvTezmMeh3Ha48qyjJmhoKTAS_Gy4gg6UOopBDdSyR/s1600-h/Dsc00989.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1H1YdZY8vVp6MS436HQH6xh0UjhHWvKChdz2yDs-Lv95atgFIJwCsJh-VA4U_dvTYKHM2SqZnwJ2OBywe-oAqkKyrAjvTezmMeh3Ha48qyjJmhoKTAS_Gy4gg6UOopBDdSyR/s400/Dsc00989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083323157733044258" border="0" /></a><br />Forgetting that water and plastic bags don't provide good traction I nearly slipped in the shower cubicle. That would have been the end of me.<br /><br />Do you know how hard it is watching every dance real good and catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror reflection looking a little bit rubbish? Or turning up to training and having to watch for two hours?<br />To get over my uselessness I've done a few press ups instead, but still. Being out of action suuuucks!<br /><br /><br />Now, after several days I can walk on it a bit better.<br />My concern is that the battle looks tight. And that I can dance well enough on my foot. Or fuck the world, because I don't want this splint on over my holiday. Grr.Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-88610981427331438812007-06-27T20:48:00.001+01:002007-06-27T23:35:19.377+01:00CHANGE in the weatherThe weather looks confused. <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Al%20Murray&amp;tag=davemyuptodat-21&index=dvd-uk&linkCode=ur2&camp=1634&creative=6738">I was never confused.</a> Perplexed would be a more fitting word!<br /><br />Sun, rain, sun, rain, sun, BOTH, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">r</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">i</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">n</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">b</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">o</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">w</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">? </span>No wonder I haven't done my washing!<br /><br />I'm still very confused, that is to say, <span style="font-style: italic;">perplexed</span>, by the situation with my pay at work. You want the cash? You don't? You do? You want some? You want to take some back this month, then more the next? WHAT DO YOU WANT? etc...<br /><br />Anyhow, I got my full pay in my most recent paycheck, and thus I am happy for the mean time.<br /><br />Up to pay day was hell though, oh yes it was! I had not budgeted accurately enough to last until next pay day and I was buying my lunch with Boots points or walking past the <a href="http://www.dairylea.co.uk/">Dairylee Lunchables</a> promoters more than once on my lunch break - they lasted five days, mind!<br /><br />During that grey area I managed to earn a few pounds worth of HMV vouchers and a few bob doing <a href="http://www.yougov.com/users/registrationintro_ref.asp?refid=384877&jID=3&sID=1">surveys </a>(cheque's in the mail as I type).<br /><br />I've written to my bank asking for the bank charges they took off me for going 22p overdrawn, which I'm hoping they will return to me because £30 when you have to go into your savings is a big hole in one's pocket.<br /><br />At one point I was so bored of having no money to go out I counted my 1, 2 and 5 pence collection. I'm still a long way off being rich. But I found lots of pennies on the floor since I started collecting them. Maybe I should start collecting notes and I'll start finding more of them about?<br /><br />It shows how far one can go when you have not much money.<br /><br />Good luck came in the form of mail this morning (not the ones from my employers, the <span style="font-style: italic;">other</span> mail) when <a href="http://www.jdwetherspoon.co.uk/">JD Wetherspoon</a> sent a magazine full of drinks and meal vouchers. 42 - that's <span style="font-style: italic;">FORTY-TWO</span> in words - of 2-for-1 and discount curries, burgers, chilli and beers.<br />You know where I'll be drinkin' guys.<br /><br />It has been a rant writing this, but I blame the weather. And the obvious financial situation. Weather needs change!<br /><p>----------<br />Message sent off a portable device</p>Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-31810358811024667492007-06-06T13:07:00.000+01:002007-06-06T13:56:35.686+01:00Some summer resolutionsJust a couple things I want to get done over summer, in no order.<br /><br /><ul><li>Eat breakfast. As in cereal, not a cup of tea and toast.<br /></li><li>Send out my CV and get work placements - maybe at Nuts. Why? Because I'd only really get one chance to do it before I [hopefully] become a serious journalist!</li><li>Get extra work thus earning wages to buy, I dunno, a car, so I can drive.<br /></li><li>Get my windmills <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">SORTED.</span></li><li>Go busk for money with said skill in my b-boy repertoire.<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></li><li>Take hayfever HEAD ON! No more blocked, crusty noses!</li><li>Wean myself off caffeine.</li><li>Drink smoothies more often, wasting food less.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span>Get bigger pecs. My stomach clearly outdoes them, as some of y'all know.</li><li>Read the paper. More often.<br /></li><li>Go to a museum.</li><li>Go to the theatre more than once.</li><li>Keep up uni-related reading.<br /></li><li>Retake any papers/modules I have to.</li><li>Do something for charity, again.</li></ul><br />Let's see how that stands up by October, shall we?Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-41427991346444980752007-06-03T23:53:00.000+01:002007-06-04T00:30:59.493+01:00Sunday 'news' round up (because entertainment isn't actually news)<a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2007250589,00.html">I'm voting Tory if I live in Hampshire</a> (The Sun) because of the error in Mr Forse's election campaign, <span style="font-style: italic;">Vote Forse X</span> (as in the X to vote, right?!), also seen as 'vote for sex'.<br />How unfortunate it must be to have the surname Forse, yet again, so very funny<br /><br /><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/showbiz/showbiznews.html?in_article_id=459420&in_page_id=1766&ito=1490">Paris Hilton 'stole' UB40's <span style="font-style: italic;">Kingston Town</span></a> (The Mail). I don't expect anything too original for her anyway. And in comparison, they do sound very much alike, included the word pattern in the first verse.<br /><br />Also in The Mail I'm pissed to see that <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=459634&in_page_id=1766&ito=1490">Gwyneth Paltrow is compared against herself from he baby fat days to today</a> - she looks worse after.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/06_01/boogieDM0306_468x850.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/06_01/boogieDM0306_468x850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I'd hit the one on the left - ain't nothing wrong with some cushion!<br /><br />I can't knock The Mail and be unfair though.<br /><br />Tanya Jones did reportage on <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=459324&in_page_id=1879">what its like to go to a Big Brother audition</a>. She lied through a lot of it, but its interesting what Big Brother actually wants to know about you, particularly your sex life.<br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">How old was I when I lost my virginity? What was my most memorable sexual experience? How many sexual partners have I had? Would I sleep with someone for money? Have I ever posed naked? It is a giant, tawdry fishing trip to round up the broken and the vulnerable.<br /></span></blockquote> <p style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote>I am told to bring my passport, birth certificate, a utility bill, a bank statement and a receipt that confirms I have requested my criminal record form from the police. I arrive at the restaurant and see the young man holding the item they'd described. I tell him the password, like a spy with a very naff mission. "Welcome," he says.</blockquote> </p><br />I think I've read other stories by her too, she's a bit good!<br /><br />Although I would never buy The Mail, I'm glad I read that extract.<br /><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/6716561.stm">Johnny Knoxville is being sued for not paying someone to put their <span style="font-style: italic;">genitals</span>, shall we say, in a mouse trap as a stunt.</a> (BBC)<br />The footage also made it onto the internet. Why would you do it in the first place if you see someone is recording you? Why do it in the first place?<br /><br /><a href="http://media.guardian.co.uk/broadcast/story/0,,2093155,00.html">A new <span style="font-style: italic;">Frasier</span>, aka, the posh equivalent of <span style="font-style: italic;">Friends</span> is coming</a> (Guardian)<br />I always liked the slightly overpaid Kelsey Grammer aka Sideshow Bob's upper-class sitcom. Although not as popular as <span style="font-style: italic;">Friends</span>, it was on the same level, in my opinion. I don't think this will be the same though.<br /><br /><br />That's it for now, I hope I enlightened the world with what I've been reading.Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-9107994762605043222007-06-01T17:33:00.001+01:002007-06-01T17:33:31.838+01:00Its all(most) overFackin'ell the past fortnight has been a nightmare (with good bits in between, and getting in between some good bits!). Longest two weeks ever.<br> <br>Stuff has changed, for example. I switched on Neighbours today and Stingray is dead? When did this happen?<br> <br>I haven't bought a newspaper in ages. What's happening in the world of media? Big Brother has started, I wasn't even aware.<br> <br>Over this length of time I found a new addiction at the stronger end of the caffeine variety. I discovered Douwe Egberts instant cappucino and can now whip a frothy cup whenever the craving takes me. It needs three sugars though, so I need to brush my teeth after.<p>Then there's the drinking of energy drinks. Caffeine and taurine. Apparently taurine is bull's testicles. It makes sense to all your drink Red Bull if so.<p>But it got me through two weeks, didn't it?<p>I'm so happy my coursework is all done now. I have the excitement of waiting all summer for the results to be posted to me and see where I did well and (sigh) where I did not.<p>I can sleep now! No more dark eyes and exhausted skin. And I can shave! Apparently I looked a bit like death. Maybe that way my own opinion, but I'm too exhausted to recall whether or not I said it myself.<p>So why is it only ALMOST over?<br>Because I have a Film Studies exam on Monday. The course that I failed one of the modules in. So I don't look forward to it too much at all.<br>The way things have gone in that subject means there's a big 'I don't know' looming over it.<br> <br>Screw it. If I don't do well in that one its because of incompetent tutors.<br> <br>I can't wait til its ALL all over...<p>----------<br>Message sent off a portable deviceMister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-44318292134189854942007-06-01T14:41:00.000+01:002007-06-01T15:00:21.176+01:00Our new arrival<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzn-6nVTRlGhe2EgJ22mMOeKhES8TwGbroo67yUp65FGg6QFuZ1K41MhVtpol_-sbqpu2tqvlzjS1N1872UaTFk_BK5X2IecifC3P9LKatTCAMeRkp-qUWe1jyZEj4C_2m_cK/s1600-h/Dsc00771.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzn-6nVTRlGhe2EgJ22mMOeKhES8TwGbroo67yUp65FGg6QFuZ1K41MhVtpol_-sbqpu2tqvlzjS1N1872UaTFk_BK5X2IecifC3P9LKatTCAMeRkp-qUWe1jyZEj4C_2m_cK/s400/Dsc00771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071093415154923586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It</span> is a she, and <span style="font-style: italic;">she</span> doesn't have a name yet. Yes, that's a poo hanging off her coat.<br /><br />She's a piebald. Apparently that means she has two shade of colouring or something.<br />I see it as she looks like a cow print!<br /><br />She's teeny-weeny-tiny and when she wakes up I'm going to play with her.Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-36891953496633862752007-05-27T20:32:00.000+01:002007-05-31T15:46:01.346+01:00I'm in need of...I don't know!<p>Deadline time, right? I can't tell you what it is I need when I get to this point.<p>I'm sat at my laptop. I feel that I need some sort of stimulation. The question is what do I turn to?<p>I've already drunk what feels like my weight in caffeinated drinks over the last week. I've had late nights and long days and my eyes have dark circles around them to show it.<p>But while I sit here, each time I sigh I don't quite know what it is I want to fill that gap of sighingness!<p>I can't drink any more cappuccino, or have Red Bull, or even the weakness that I call tea as my caffeine levels are too high and they'd have no stimulating effect!<p>What a crave most is to curl up in a ball and die. If not die, then fall into a deep, re-invigorating sleep.<p>There'd be a point to that, of course, were it not bank holiday tomorrow and I'd have somewhere to go. Damnations.<p>----------<br>Message sent off a portable deviceMister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-7788784765778387122007-05-27T00:04:00.001+01:002007-05-27T00:04:50.353+01:00SURVEY: 100 New Questions You've Probably Never Been Asked.<strong>1. First thing you wash in the shower?</strong><br /><br />Underarms<br /><p><strong>2. What color is your favorite hoodie?</strong><br /><br /> White and says "FUCKING CRIMINAL" on it</p><br /><p><strong>3. Do you like coffee?</strong><br /><br /> Recently, yes, cappucino and mochacino</p><br /><p><strong>5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?</strong><br /><br /> Washed out. Where was question 4?</p><br /><p><strong>7. Do you say aim or a-i-m?</strong><br /><br /> Aim. As in that AOL thing, right?</p><br /><p><strong>8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having.</strong><br /><br /> I haven't had a dream in nights</p><br /><p><strong>9. Could you eat your favorite food everyday for a month and not get<br /> tired of it?</strong><br /><br /> I'd have to choose healthy options with pizza, but yes</p><br /><p><strong>10. What are you craving?</strong><br /><br /> Beer. Haven't had it in ages</p><br /><p><strong>11. Do you floss?</strong><br /><br /> My teeth? Regularly. Women? All the time.</p><br /><p><strong>12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?</strong><br /><br /> The colour green</p><br /><p><strong>16. Have you ever counted to 1,000?</strong><br /><br /> Why would I?</p><br /><p><strong>17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?</strong><br /><br /> Bite, and feel my teeth ache</p><br /><p><strong>18. Do you use smileys?</strong><br /><br /> Only in txt and internet form :)</p><br /><p><strong>19. How many bedrooms are in your house?</strong><br /><br /> 4... why am I actually counting?</p><br /><p><strong>20. Have you ever met a celebrity?</strong><br /><br /> Yes</p><br /><p><strong>21. Do you like cottage cheese?</strong><br /><br /> I like cheese</p><br /><p><strong>22. What’s the last song you had stuck in your head?</strong><br /><br /> Know How - Young MC</p><br /><p><strong>23. How many countries have you visited?</strong><br /><br /> Several. Say, 4?</p><br /><p><strong>24. Are your parents strict?</strong><br /><br /> Not in my opinion</p><br /><p><strong>25. Would you go sky diving?</strong><br /><br /> I'm better off inside the plane, thanks</p><br /><p><strong>26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?</strong><br /><br /> "I'll never eat dinner with the president" - Ice Cube</p><br /><p><strong>27. Would you throw potatoes at him?</strong><br /><br /> I don't sink to that sort of level</p><br /><p><strong>28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in?</strong><br /><br /> No</p><br /><p><strong>30. Do you rent movies often?</strong><br /><br /> Yes, free, from work</p><br /><p><strong>31. Who sits in front of you in your math class?</strong><br /><br /> Its mathS you damn American write of surveys! I don't do mathS</p><br /><p><strong>34. Can you count backwards from 74?</strong><br /><br /> Not going to waste my time</p><br /><p><strong>35. Where are you going to be Saturday night?</strong><br /><br /> Doing this. I was at the theatre before though</p><br /><p><strong>36. Brown or white eggs?</strong><br /><br /> Whatever. Free range, please</p><br /><p><strong>37. Like rap music?</strong><br /><br /> Yea mafucka, but I call it hiphop</p><br /><p><strong>38. Ever taken a train?</strong><br /><br /> Of course, and not paid [the full fare] either</p><br /><p><strong>41. What day of the week is it?</strong><br /><br /> Saturday its a Saturday</p><br /><p><strong>42. What was your Lunch?</strong><br /><br /> Cheese and pickly M&S sanderwich. Not just <em>any</em> sandwich!</p><br /><p><strong>43 What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?</strong><br /><br /> Having a get down at a manor</p><br /><p><strong>45. Ever have cream puffs?</strong><br /><br /> Iono</p><br /><p><strong>46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?</strong><br /><br /> No</p><br /><p><strong>47. So, how about them Yankees?</strong><br /><br /> Overrated</p><br /><p><strong>50. What is your bus number for school?</strong><br /><br /> 290</p><br /><p><strong>51. Is your hair curly?</strong><br /><br /> Only coz its long and wilted</p><br /><p><strong>52. Last time you cried?</strong><br /><br /> I don't cry, unless its from the heyfever making my eyes water</p><br /><p><strong>53. Ever walked into a wall?</strong><br /><br /> Walls can't fuck with me</p><br /><p><strong>55. Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun?</strong><br /><br /> <em>I have a 6-pack, son!</em></p><br /><p><strong>56. Are you currently wearing socks?</strong><br /><br /> Gyeah</p><br /><p><strong>57. Favorite time of the year?</strong><br /><br /> Summer</p><br /><p><strong>59. Are you a generally happy person?</strong><br /><br /> He-he-hell yeah, and I make others happy too</p><br /><p><strong>60. Are you wearing jeans?</strong><br /><br /> Yes, torn too</p><br /><p><strong>61. The next person you’ll hold hands with… Will it mean<br /> anything?</strong><br /><br /> Yeah. It'll mean I'll have sweaty hands</p><br /><p><strong>62. Do you sleep with the TV on?</strong><br /><br /> Why waste the electricity</p><br /><p><strong>63. Have you ever drank alcohol straight from the bottle?</strong><br /><br /> Stupid mafucka, alcohol comes bottled if its not from a can or tap!</p><br /><p><strong>64. Do you think you’re old?</strong><br /><br /> No, but I worry about wrinkles</p><br /><p><strong>65. Are You afraid of the dark?</strong><br /><br /> No, its scared of me! I am more alert though</p><br /><p><strong>66. Do you like your life right now?</strong><br /><br /> Apart from uni, yes</p><br /><p><strong>67. When’s the last time you chose a bath over a shower?</strong><br /><br /> This morning</p><br /><p><strong>68. Do you knock on wood?</strong><br /><br /> WHAT? I knock boots, mate!</p><br /><p><strong>70. Can you hula hoop?</strong><br /><br /> Do I wan't to look like a pansy?</p><br /><p><strong>71. Could you ever forgive a cheater?</strong><br /><br /> No. I'd probably play you at your own game though huahuahua.</p><br /><p><strong>72. Do you have a job?</strong><br /><br /> Indeed, and what a fine job it is too</p><br /><p><strong>73. Are you friends with your last ex?</strong><br /><br /> I dunno. Call me, bitch!</p><br /><p><strong>74. What brands are you wearing?</strong><br /><br /> CRIMINAL</p><br /><p><strong>76. Have you ever crawled through a window?</strong><br /><br /> Probably</p><br /><p><strong>77. Can you handle the truth?</strong><br /><br /> If said truth is metaphorically something physical and in solid form, not too<br /> heavy, then yes</p><br /><p><strong>78. What was the most recent thing you bought?</strong><br /><br /> Heyfever tablets. Wow</p><br /><p><strong>79. How often do you speak on the phone?</strong><br /><br /> Every few hours</p><br /><p><strong>80. Are you in a complicated relationship?</strong><br /><br /> LOL</p><br /><p><strong>81. Do you hate more than 3 people?</strong><br /><br /> Die you bastards</p><br /><p><strong>82. Have you ever tripped someone?</strong><br /><br /> LOL for laughs and at they expense</p><br /><p><strong>83. Are you sarcastic?</strong><br /><br /> Naw, what do YOU think?!</p><br /><p><strong>84. Have you ever slapped someone?</strong><br /><br /> Yea. Don't fucks with me! Not in a physical abuse way though.</p><br /><p><strong>85. Do looks matter?</strong><br /><br /> And personality</p><br /><p><strong>87. Are you too forgiving?</strong><br /><br /> Do I want to make the world think I'm week</p><br /><p><strong>88. Do you own something from Hot Topic?</strong><br /><br /> Hot what now?</p><br /><p><strong>89. Do you own a gun?</strong><br /><br /> Who the fuck would announce that on the internet. And no.</p><br /><p><strong>90. Have you made a prank phone call?</strong><br /><br /> Yep. You got a freephone number I probably pranked it as a teen</p><br /><p><strong>91. Have you ever been in a castle?</strong><br /><br /> I live in Chateau Dave</p><br /><p><strong>92. Do you like your hair?</strong><br /><br /> Too long. Smells nice though </p><br /><p><strong>93. Do you like yourself?</strong><br /><br /> Not as much as the ladeez do</p><br /><p><strong>94. Are you closer to your mother or father?</strong><br /><br /> Mum</p><br /><p><strong>95. Do you chat on AIM often?</strong><br /><br /> I'm an MSN type person</p><br /><p><strong>97. Do you want anyone?</strong><br /><br /> Yes. The things I'd do to them... hubba hubba</p><br /><p><strong>98. Whats the closest thing to you thats red?</strong><br /><br /> A chair</p><br /><p><strong>99. Does your crush comment your myspace?</strong><br /><br /> Yes. Correct that. 'Crushes'</p><br /><p><strong>100. Do you comment theirs?</strong><br /><br /> I don't have to so usually I don't!</p>Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22062677.post-53221729197281690812007-05-26T23:38:00.000+01:002007-05-26T23:42:43.587+01:00The survey conceptYou know those stooooooopid bloody surveys you get in emails, now on MySpace?<br /><br />Damn "questions about you" things that are so pointless because they only stay there for 10 days?<br /><br />Well, I'm thinking of doing one every month, and keeping it on my blog to see how things change from month to month, as to keep a record of how I change under circumstances which I may not be able to control.<br /><br /><br />Yup. I shall be keeping a record on here of them. And if you don't want to read them, just choose another blog to read that is actually intellectually stimulating. I'm not really filling them out for you anyway!<br /><br />Enjoy the read as I post my first one soon.Mister Flavourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10534781341381285965noreply@blogger.com0