A big boy now

Wow that was a quick week since my last post. I’m genuinely shocked over that!

Well it’s probably all the work I’ve been (kinda) doing. I’ve been hard at work with my CV for applying with Accenture UK as my Industrial Placement for the coming year. I write this with some Accenture mints to my left, a print out of the slides used from one of their presentation, and a mousemat in my drawer (because my laser mouse doesn’t like mats). Yeah I really want this placement.

Watched ‘Planet Terror’ last night, which I have been meaning to do for some time, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Like sin city, and anything that remotely has any connection to Tarintino, it is freakishly freaky. Which is all the better I say…. And that reminds me to get ahold of Inglorious Bastards.

Also, Rose McGowan looks really good in Planet Terror, much more  than in Death Proof; blond hair is no no.

I’m not going to blog much more than that, I am a busy guy at the moment.

It’s been some time.

The title is a little understatement.

It all started when I moved back to Canterbury for Uni again, and didn’t have internet for a month.
Then internet arrived, but I wasn’t on much with all the 2nd year antics; then I just forgot about the blog; then I remembered but was too tired to do something about it; NOW here I am.

I am not going to go into much now as its nearly half 11 and I just want to sleep forever.

Will post a picture of me as paedobear at a recently halloween party though just for the craic.

Rawr. These girls are too old.

Currently listening to: The Smiths - The Sound of the Smiths.

Happy birthday Mummy Harkin

Ah well that is fucking annoying. I had just spent ages writing a blog, and then safari died and the draft apprently saved a minute before it crashed was empty.

So thats pissed me off. Here is the last bit of the post anyway:
Times online funny signs around the world:

Skiing ‘roo

Random

I love Rebecca Mckenzie

She’s at home sad, so I wanted to tell the world!

Here is to complete the randomness:

Ready! Steady! Go!!!

It’s been a while

So life has been building and building, and news flowing, and flowing… and now I just don’t know where to start!

Reading was amazing!
I would go into some great detail if it was the day after I got back like I had planned to do, but it’s now two weeks after that, and I just cant be bothered to write a big summary.

So here it is in short; Kings of Leon, I hate you

Not much else has happened except working, which I have been paid for without a hitch you will all be glad to know after that fiasco with transfering stores between London and Canterbury.

I finally was able to give Becca her present a little belated but I think it was okay because I spent a lot of time writting her a book as she enjoys my stories.

What else have I done? Started saying goodbyes to people before we all go away to Uni again, Will left ages ago and it’s not really that nice this coming saturday I’ll be moving back and saying goodbyes again which I am not gonna like one bit. It’s really tearing. I’m so excited for living in my own house with Conor and mates, the prospect of Uni social life excites me greatly also, and hell, I even miss the working a bit. But at the same time, I hate being so far from peoples, especially Becca. I guess it’s lucky I am only a short train journey away from home, even if slightly expensive.

Erm, Glenties are through to the finals back home, fair played to you lads. I would love to get over to see it… Might consider it…

Ah recaps are hard,  I am just gonna promise myself to update as it happens, that will be easier!

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold, Some die looking for a hand to hold pt.2

Wow oh wow, I seem to getting heavy traffic with people searching the above lyrics from the new Brand New single, At the Bottom.

However, the blog post titled such doesn’t contain anything to do with the song apart from a video to it. So i guess for them, its an unsuccessful search?
But what did you want really? Lyrics to the song? Maybe where the phrase came from? Well I can only imagine it came from Vinny’s head since he wrote most of everything from the latest album, and the lryics can now be seen below:

Wait, watched you throw out your bouquet
Now I think about you everyday
I’m alone now in my bed
And there’s a lake
And at the bottom you’ll find all our friends
They don’t swim cause they’re all dead
We never are what we intend or invent

Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart
Think something dark’s living down in my heart
And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should’ve started some years ago digging that hole

Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let it you fade away
I hope that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

A deer that a hunter shot in the heart
Some dogs that got hit by cars
All came to spill their guts
And we spoke
About the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
And which songs we had loved the most
And then we all turned to dirt
And dust

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold
Some die looking for a hand to hold

Well I carry this box to its proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away

I know that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

I’m slowly bringing you down from the heavenly gates
Now I’m drowning in the flood I made
Well explain myself to me on the other side
I’ll watch from Heaven when I die

Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away
I know that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

Anyway, for some reason, I really like seeing young adults raising their kids properly.
I think it has to do with living in Downham and seeing young people treat their kids like shit. Earlier today a young mum, didn’t look much older than myself, slapped her kid in the face after she kept tugging at her and asking what something was, and told her to stop asking “fucking jarring questions”. As if this wasn’t bad enough, the father – or at least the man she has “looking after” these kids now – laughed and said something along the lines of “owned bitch”. The kid continued to cry silently enough after wards and I felt so bad for the poor child. So when I then see a similar aged family bringing a child to the till I was on later with such manners and politeness to ask me if they could please have this chocolate bar and thanking me for it after, and saying good bye mr David after reading my name tag, I feel a greater sense of hope for the coming generation.
Proper cretins out there, it’s gonna be a dangerous world….

"We're a proper family, we exchange earrings on the regs. Sharing is caring"

On a lighter note, tomorrow I am gonna hit the late night trains to Reading and wait up all night for the gates to open in a bid to get a better place to camp this year, kudos for the idea goes to Becca. Cannot wait.

I didn’t get as far with checking out new bands though, what shall I investigate for last minute possible reading love??

Currently listening to: The Coral - Magic and Medicine.

A huge mothball of a problem

Definitely the quickest week ever. Which is cool, but also frustrating. You want the week to speed on so you get your free days off work, then work goes slow when it gets past the free days, and all of a sudden you’re at work again.

Today has been pretty productive though, I worked on Becca’s “thing” for like, everything. I don’t even know what it’s a present for, birthday, anniversary, midweek loving token? It’s gonna take ages though, cos it’s gonna be class (i hope) but I can;t say was it is ’cause she reads this like a hawk.

Reading fest is also that one day closer and i found my roll mat and sleeping bag, ’cause I can not be bothered with a blow up mattress that just gets eaten by moths in the shed over a 2 week period rendering it useless.

MOTHS! Now there is a topic. One flew onto my mouth today, and tried getting in!

Why did it do that? It’s a moth. It’s supposed to hit its head on a hot light bulb or eat blow up mattresses. Not try getting into me. Maybe it was drunk.
What happens if a moth just per chance landed on some spilled beer and took a, erm, gulp? Would it go

You know what? Fuck the light for a minute, I want pitch black… an empty cavern… a human mouth!

strange beings. Did you know if you rub a moths wings they turn to dust? What advantages does that possibly have?
I went to find proof to back that up here.

Why am I ranting about moths?!

Time to carry on working me thinks….

Knock knock. I'm battered, can I come inside your mouth please?

Currently listening to: Damien Rice - O.

Wouldn’t it be sweet if she could die from a broken heart?

At the moment I am in the process of trying to find a cheap but decent entry level DSLR for the girl friend because she is a little into losing things at the moment and lost her old dslr and ipod and replacement ipod. Ha. So looking to replace it i think she might have thought I was a better bet to advise what to get; eek. I seem to have expensive taste though as I was always trying to save up for the nice Canon EOS series, typically their entry level or just step up like a 350D which will be a bit cheaper now then the newer 400-500 series.

Mmmm I want it.

But alas, I really cant find much going for under the £300 unless I wish to go second hand and compromise a bit of quality. Probably useless asking for advice here, but if anyone has any comments on budget DSLRs then just comment away. All appreciated.

In other news I am fecking excited for Reading fest 09! I have been going through the forums for rough timings and working out who I will fit in and will or wont see, and I am still a bit undecided with Radiohead or deadmouse. I imagine radiohead will be really good live with a massive atmosphere but deadmouse will be all cool and dancey and I just don’t know?! Decision to follow….

Now I just want to go to bed and read a bit of book 5 from the Wheel of Time; Fires of Heavon. I am knackered from all the bus running, charity mugger evasion and more bus running. At least after all that ducking and diving I got to have a sexy Chinese with my sexy Chinese .

Not to mention milkshake and hot chocolate!

Mmmm pint of milk for bed then after a dance to Arrows of Eros…..

Currently listening to: Golden Silvers - True Romance.

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold, Some die looking for a hand to hold

Looking for The Brand new song At the bottom with the lyrics above? Here you go
The video with the song is below however.

There is no time to sleep!

I am back from my week in Donegal, Ireland, and I am off again tomorrow to Paris, France. I haven’t slept much the past week due to the typical irish life of drinking and dancing to the early hours of the morning, then up again early in the morning to repeat. Or go to the odd football match; the Glenties game I attended ended up being a draw with Letterkenny after a nailbiting 70 minutes.

It was strange today as I encountered warm weather and sun whilst out and about walking Greenwich park with the girl I love. After a week of rain with 5 minute sunny spells anywho. Thank god its giving excellent weather for Paris for the weekend.

Soppyness alert:

It was so good to see Becca again though, it felt like longer than a week away from her and today and 4 days in Paris will be class. She’s so lovely! I receieved a lovely little iPod Shuffle as an anniversary gift (1 year, wow!) and all I got for her was a week away from me; hah!
In honesty I felt really bad for being away for her birthday and our anniversary, and with no money the past month (scrounging off parents to live is really embarrassing now) the poor girl has nothing from me. (Yet – I have what I am to get and do for her planned for after Paris, so if you read this, don’t you worry, it will just be belated loveliness-).
Cause she deserves it. A fantastic year of putting up with my shit is medal worthy but I am sure a medal wouldn’t please her that much…. All I can say if you are reading is I love you, you’re amazing beyond belief and I wouldn’t change you for the world. I’m yours.

/Soppyness over

This here is the latest Brand New single from the new album Daisy, realeased Sept 22nd, and I’m hooked on the damn thing, take a good listen to the lyrics. Class.

ByeBye

Oh man, I am sick of that Russian Vodka advert, sick of Confusion Girl being played 2-3 times a day on Co-op radio, and espcially sick of rude customers. That’s why this next 14 days are going to be bliss.

Ireland for the week means the only advert’s I’ll be getting is for everything main street Letterkenny or Buncrana, and who can complain about those?

Paris after just means lovely get-a-way time with the girlfriend, can I wait? No.

Last night we was all out at Tiger Tiger Leicester Square celebrating the girlfriend’s birthday and as amazing a night it was, I don’t think I have ever sweated more. Ok, I have, for sure. But it felt like I had not there and then.

No idea why anyone would want to know that but lets just deliver it as if its advice to not wear much going there. Unless you are a girl, ’cause there is an outstanding amount of perverts.

I must actually sleep soon as I am dying of getting in at 5.30am for two nights and then going to Georges to install a sound card for him in the morning, but that was all worth it as we had the most immense lunch of meat; a burger and a pork chop each. The pork chop was garnished with processed cheese, much to George’s brother’s horror but I will tell you this:

It was amazing!

This was eaten to The Premiership Years 98/99, which is definitely one of the greatest footballing seasons ever. Spot on.

So goodbye world for a little while,

and a little shout-out to the rude bitch who looked like whinny the pooh who asked me to not take all day getting her tins of custard; go get your own tins of custard, the exercise wont kill you.

Currently listening to: Sonic Youth - Washing Machine.