Goodbye - 6:01 pm - 10-09-2006
I’m really sorry to have to say this, but I have just started college this week and I’m feeling a lot of pressure put on me by my school studies.
I have also got a job as a baker 5 evenings a week.
It is for these reasons that regretfully I have to stop blogging.
I’m really sorry but I can no longer find time to blog.
With any luck this will not be permanent, and I will be blogging again after my A Levels (in June 2008). Thanks for reading and please pop back within the next week as I will be making one final update.
McAsh xxxx
What the hell!
I was walking home today, and everything was normal until I stepped foot onto my street.
Right in front of me (about 10 metres from my house) was a crowd of about twenty people surrounding something I couldn’t quite see.
I ran up to see what was going on and to my surprise saw a dophin lying on the road surrounded by water. A few metres up the road was a lorry with it’s back open, revealing a weird fish-tank like interior.
From what I heard from the people around me (who had apparently heard from the driver, who was on the phone at the time) the dolphin was being taken up to Edinburgh and near Bingham they had noticed a problem with the “door” to the tank and had been trying to find a place to stop when it had all come gushing out, dolphin and all.
I will post more when I know more. Unfortuately, the dolphin has died.
As is tradition on blog day, here are links to 5 different blogs I read:
Harry’s Place
Google Blog
Callum’s Blog
Mail Watch
Jordan’s Blog
Have a good (rest of the) day!
Prom - 12:26 pm - 28-06-2006
Last night was my prom, one of the most looked-forward-to night of the year. Here’s what happened:
Getting Ready
At around 5 o clock, I decided to head around to Glyn’s to get ready. I collected all my stuff together and set off. By the time I was at the Yeung Sing, I realised I had forgotten my outfit, so I had to walk back all the way home again.
I arrived at Glyn’s and waited for him to do his hair before we both popped over to Dave’s to pick something up. On the way back, Pete appeared in his car. He gave us a lift back to Glyn’s and he joined us.
At Glyn’s my mother and sister had arrived to see me in my outfit. Myself, Pete and Glyn went upstairs to get ready. It took me ages to get everything on. Wearing Highland Wear is a big effort. Here is my clothing inventory:
1 x Kilt
1 x Jacket
1 x Waist-coat
1 x Shirt
2 x Cufflinks
1 x Bow-tie
1 x Belt
1 x Sporan
2 x Sporan-Belt Connecter
2 x Socks
2 x Shoes
2 x Flashes
1 x Skean-Due
I finally finished getting ready and went downstairs for photos.
After a few photos we set off for the bus stop. We walked past a few limos speeding down the road, at £20 per person and felt pleased to know that we’d be spending £1 for our journey.
Getting There
When we got on the bus and asked for our child singles to town the bus driver gave us a dodgey look. For some reason he didn’t seem to believe us that we were in fact 15. Crazy.
When people got onto the bus they chose to sit next to people they didn’t know rather than sit near us. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
We got off the bus at Friar Lane and walked up to the Brittania. We all popped into the toilet before descending the stairs to meet everyone.
Getting Started
We stood around for about half an hour talking to people and congratulating people on how good they looked. I was amazed to see that absolutely everyone looked good. Not to seem harsh or anything but I did expect some people to look completely appalling.
A lot of people chose to point out that Martin Rose was also in a kilt. I was tempted to point out who else was in a suit or dress. I decided against it.
Finally we were allowed in to eat. The vegetarian option was really nice, but the chicken didn’t look appetising.
After dinner all the awards were announced. I cannot remember them all but here are a few:
Pete- Best Male Ass
John Gunstone- Most Genuine Male
Sophie- Female Most Likely to Be a Millionaire
Elliot- Male Most Likely to Be a Millionaire
After that myself, Pete, Glyn, Charlotte and G went out.
Getting Alcohol
We all left the hotel and Pete and Glyn went to Spar while Charlotte, G and myself went up the road so Charlotte could have a fag. After she’d finished they both went back in and I went to meet Glyn and Pete.
They were quite a way away, so I had to walk alone through Nottingham wearing a kilt. It was a new experience.
One bloke lifted my kilt up to see if I was wearing underwear, many bouncers glared at me and one drunken man shouted at me in a fake Scottish accent.
When I finally arrived at Spar I was very relieved.
The lovely people at Spar had asked Glyn for ID and he wasn’t keen on using his fake one, because they scan it.
We considered walking to a bar but decided against it. Instead we walked back to the hotel and swigged Spiced Rum in the toilets. Classy stuff.
Getting into the Swing of It
The next part of the night was split into getting water, dancing, mingling with people. Very little happened but it was very enjoyable. We heard that Ollie Marshall had been served with a Fake-ID so we went up to the bar and Glyn got a pint of Foster’s for each of us.
Glyn then went back to get another couple but this time he was not served. He told the barman that he was a teacher but he wasn’t believed. Then Miss Fitzgibbon started backing Glyn up, saying that he taught Law. He failed in getting any alcohol, but Miss bought him a pint with Matt Allcock’s money. Lucky for some…
Getting More Drunk
After a while we decided to have more Spiced Rum. We could no longer get into the toilets we were in before, but we did find a conference room. Glyn stood at the auditorium and made a speech. It was fairly incoherent.
We returned to see everyone else. Glyn took my camera and took an obscene number of pictures of himself with various people.
Getting Back
As the prom drew to a close we decided to go to the Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem. Unfortunately it was closed, so we headed back to the bus stop. I got really hungry so I went to Subway and bought a foot-long Veggie Delight with 3 oatmeal and raisin cookies.
The bus arrived and we all piled in. It was very very crowed. Judith borrowed my camera and took a few photos. Callum was playing his DS Lite.
We arrived back in Bingham and went to Honey’s. Little was going on at Honey’s and we were all quite tired so we left shortly after.
On the way back we came across a large group of people from our year hanging around outside Sophie Bullock’s house.
We sat down on the road and talked for a bit. Nothing of interest happened. So Glyn, Pete, G and I all went back to my house.
We got into bed at 2 and woke 12 hours later.
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Here are some fun facts in celebration.
There are:
5 links
14 blogs on my Blog Roll
19 Categories
23 images uploaded to the site
34 images that I have used on the site
246 pages on the site (Dave told me this, I don’t know what it means”
I have receieved:
342 comments
0 (non spam) emails on my new address for the blog mcash.blog@googlemail.com
I am the first to hit the 100 Post mark in the DLPWD Blog Ring, as shown by this delightful graph:
Since my first post, way back in November 2005:
197 days, 21 hours, 12 minutes and 48 seconds
6 months, 16 days, 21 hours, 12 minutes, 48 seconds
28 weeks
4749 hours
284,952 minutes
or
17,097,168 seconds
have passed.
Thanks for reading, see you at 1000.
Before the Day
A few weeks ago it was announced that our leaving day would be a non-uniform day and that many will be coming in fancy dress. I decided that a really cool thing to do would be to go to an Army Surplus store, buy some desert or snow combats and tie-dye them pink!
I told Callum and Smokey John about the idea and they told me that it was the stupidest thing they’d ever heard. So I decided not to.
I had no other ideas, so I made no plans to go in any costume at all. Many people asked me if I was going in costume and to all of them I replied no. Many seemed shocked, as if I was a definite for stupid costume-wearing.
It soon became evident that I had a duty to come to school looking completely ridiculous- I did after all want people to remember me as I am.
A previous (non costume) non-uniform day I had worn a T-Shirt with Plato and Aristotle on. Many people thought that the image was of God and Jesus… one person even went as far as to say that I was wearing it to impress the RE teacher! I was frequently asked if I was trying to be Jesus (I was also wearing sandals) to which I replied “No.”
This memory came flooding back to me. “Hey, wouldn’t it be ironic if I came to school dressed as Jesus? Hell yeah!”
I remembered that Dave Perry had a Jesus costume, so I texted him to ask if I could borrow it. He replied saying it was probably too big but he would check for me. I needed a back up plan, so I asked my mother if she had any ideas. She couldn’t think of anything, but my sister was in the room and over heard. She had a brilliant idea, there were Egyptian robes upstairs. Of course, how could I have forgotten the Egyptian robes that no household is complete without.
She darted upstairs and brought them down- they were perfect. I went over to my Dad’s house and did some maths coursework.
Costumes
The next morning I was woken by Soph ringing me to ask if I could buy her some champagne before the school. I told her that unfortunately I couldn’t because I was at my Dad’s and couldn’t really go to the shops in my costume. She asked me what I was coming as, I said it was secret.
I got dressed into a pair of jeans that I had cut up into shorts the night before, a t-shirt and the robes over the top. I was about to set off when Dad suggested that maybe I should put the robes on in school. I thought about the journey to school, about the annoying year 8s, and about the robes. I agreed.
I arrived at school and changed into my robes. Immediately I got funny looks. I went outside and people seemed to think it was very cool.
What really surprised me was how few people knew who I was. I wear a T-shirt with Plato and Aristotle on, people call me Jesus. I wear a Jesus-style robe and people ask me if I’m Moses, if I’m a Muslim. One person even asked me if I was trying to be a doctor!
I was very impressed with the other costumes, there were T-Birds and Pink Ladies from Grease, policewomen, soldiers and plenty of fairies.
Pete was very upset that so many people thought he was dressed as a cowboy. That morning he had made a conscious decision to not come to school dressed as a cowboy. This was the first time he’d ever done this, normally it had just been that he wouldn’t try to look like a cowboy, but if he does that’s ok. Today however, he had made an effort to not look like a cowboy, and no one had noticed.
The Assembly
The famous and long-awaited End of Year Assembly. It started with Mr Trimmingham (Assistant Head of Year 11) making a few points about the year group, which included making fun of the orangeness of some of the girls’ fake tans and some mildly homophobic jokes (which, as Pete pointed out later, is apparently appropriate). The speech ended with him ridiculing a group of 5 boys who had scived school to go fishing. He brought them up to the front and showed them a paddling pool. Inside were 9 plastic fishes, each one with a number from 1-9 on. The 5 boys had to fish out the numbers and the order in which they did them would be the order of the tutor set presentations.
For the next 3 hours we watched each tutor give a presentation about their tutor set. Mr Crabtree’s and Mrs McCluskey’s were brilliant, Crabber’s being based on the A Team and McCluskey’s on Crimewatch.
Stevo’s (Mr Stevens- my tutor) presentation compared every member of the tutor set to a character from EastEnders, FRIENDS or Coronation Street. I apparently share characteristics with Ross Geller.
The assembly ended with Holly Bloor (dressed as a policewoman) coming up to the front of the assembly, bending Mr Taylor (Head of Year 11) over and spanking him.
The BBQ, Butt Field and Coursework
The whole year then went to a BBQ, where the senior staff had prepared lots of food. We all ate, drank, chatted and signed year books. I didn’t see anyone crying, which was surprising. At around 1300 we were kicked off the school site, and we began to walk down to Butt Field. We stopped off at Co-op to buy some stuff (I bought a Twister!). We arrived at Butt Field and sat down for a short while. After a while we left to go back to school to do some maths coursework. I’m pleased to say that I completed all 4 pieces, and Glyn managed to get 2 done.
I walked home and killed time until going to Charlie’s party. Mum gave me a lift to Aslockton, where Callum then gave me a lift to Elston to Johnny G-Unit’s house. We hung around there for a few minutes, in which time I obtained a kiwi, and then set off for Charlie’s!
Charlie’s Party
When we arrived at Charlie’s it was clear that most people had been drinking for quite a long time. Sita was completely wasted, which she proved by repeatedly claiming to be sober. We drank a bit and mingled. There was a pond which we all jumped over. Jade told me that she loved me unconsciously… whatever that means. Then, Chris Mason, Glyn, Pete, Johnny G-Unit Dan Ellis, and myself all had a go on the magic bottle.
I started chatting to Sophie, who seemed slightly under the weather. Eventually she decided that she was getting tired so she popped off to bed. I saw Suzi walking outside and followed her to see where she was off to, she said she was meeting someone and that I should go back. So I did.
I went to speak to Jade who had also drank a bit too much. She also decided to go to bed. Myself and Sophie Bullock went into the bedroom to make sure the two girls were all right. Dan Ellis also came in and sat in the chair and fell asleep. Sophie Bullock left and I stayed chatting to Soph for ages. Eventually we both fell asleep, next to the sleeping Jade.
I woke up after the craziest dream and went off to see what everyone else was going. Adam and Han were on one sofa with Jedd and Sophie Noon on the other. Ollie Bradley had gone home and Becky Wall and G had disappeared. Suzi had returned and Charlie had become fairly tipsy. We all chatted about stuff until around 0140 when Charlie’s mum asked John (who had returned… obviously) to take everyone who was stopping at his back home.
Everyone who was planning to, except Chris and Ben Cotton who had both disappeared, set off for John’s.
We got back to the house and negotiated sleeping arrangements. I told John that any kindness in regards to bedding he gave me then would be repaid on Saturday night. As such, he let me sleep in his sister’s bed (his sister wasn’t there). Callum tried to have a double bed to himself, but it was decided that when people were on the floor sharing a sleeping bag downstairs that wouldn’t be too fair. Callum was not impressed.
List of People at Charlie’s
James Ashworth-McLintock (McAsh, Comeback-McAsh)
Ollie Bradley
Sophie Bullock
Dan Clifford
Ben Cotton
Charlie Crowson
Sophie Ellerby (Soph)
Dan Ellis (Cocker)
Pete Faulconbridge
Nick Gill
Suzi Gregg
John Gunstone (Johnny G-Unit, G, G-Unit)
Glyn Hanmer
Chris Mason
Tom McRobie
Sita Morar
Emma Newcombe
Adam Nicholson
Sophie Noon
Tom Reacher
Callum Robey
Hannah Rooke
Jedd Ryan
Jade Taylor
Becky Wall
Scott Wallington
Click here to view the photos.
Birthday - 8:14 pm - 23-03-2006
Yesterday it was my birthday, and a jolly good one it was too.
My friends are all amazing, but to be honest, in previous years my birthdays have not been moments of glory for them. A lot of this was down to chance and circumstances, but even so it made this one all the better.
Glyn recognised this and about six months ago vowed to make my 16th birthday my best ever.
I went to school and to my first lesson (French). Sophie Bullock had written me a card. It was clear that she had put a lot of thought into my card, as it said something on it that I tend to say quite frequently.
2nd period Callum, Glyn and Pete told me that I would be given my present at break and that it was awesome. I eagerly waited for break, where we all went outside the drama block (Glyn, Pete, Callum, John F, John G, Sophie Bullock, Jade, Travis and I) and Glyn handed me the gifts from Pete, Callum, John F and himself. Needless to say they were indeed awesome. (Smash bros. clock!)
Period 3, John G made me a lovely card.
Period 5, I spent the first of my newly aquired (ex-textiles) free periods in the drama block. Harnan told me to light the Junior Arts Academy performance. Baring in mind it was my first time on the lighting desk, I thought I did ok.
I was supposed to go to Drama Academy after school, but the Junior performance didn’t finish until 5. However, I did have a short break, in which Sophie Bullock (accompanied by Smellerby) gave me a birthday cake, candles and all. It was amazing.
And then today when I got home I had emails saying I had 4 MySpace comments! This is quite impressive, seeing that it normally takes around 3 months for me to get that many. So I was very chuffed.
Also today, Soph and Suz made me a card, and John G a present.
This whole thing probably doesn’t sound very interesting, but overall this birthday has been the best I can remember. So, here’s a thanks to all my friends, especially Glyn who kept his promise. =P
They split up two years ago but it’s looking like they might be getting back together.
She split up with him two years ago for another man called Blaine. So with that the ex-lover left and disappeared for two years. Now he has returned. His stylist, Phillip Bloch has this to say:
““People just get confused when a man is more sensitive, he’s more in touch with his spiritual side, he’s been writing poetry.”
“Well, his jacket is leather…his jeans are torn. He got them in Italy. He’s been backpacking through Tibet.”
Aha, so that’s where he’s been. Tibet.
Who is this reuniting couple you say? Why, Barbie and Ken of course!
Due to growing competition from Bratz, Mattel have decided to restyle Ken and reintroduce him to Barbie. Apparently, “Ken’s revamped his life - mind, body and soul.”
However, Josie Brown (relationship expert) has this to say on the matter:
“Staying together because you can’t afford to live separately, or because you’re not motivated to try things on your own, will eventually mean another split down the road — or many years of regret for having wasted all that time. There’s only one good reason to reunite, and that’s because you have a real soul connection, one where you know that you’re better together than you ever were apart.”
Her husband, also a relationship expert adds this:
“Clearly what’s driving this is reunion is the thought that their sales have slumped, and it’s time to shake up the brand. But just like Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, they’ll soon learn that a lasting relationship is based on love, commitment, trust, and respect — but certainly not money.”
Josie is also worried about Ken’s new look “Before he was buff, but now he’s over the top! His new jawline, washboard abs, that fancy hair and desiger duds — that’s what caught Barbie’s eye again. But after a few months, she’ll wake up to the heartbreak that this guy is still empty inside.”
Her husband Martin agrees: ““What they should be doing now is taking things slow, talking things out, ideally through counseling. I wonder: has Mattel considered a ‘Dr. Phil’ doll?””
It’s Valentines Day on Tuesday, let’s see what happens with the lovely couple.
Hattip: CBS News
Hattip: The Open Press
Hattip: The Mirror
Hattip: The World Hum
I hope anyone who is celebrating Christmas, Hanukakh or Kwanzaa today or tomorrow have a great time.
Everyone else, Happy Winterfest.
Yesterday was the last drama lesson with Brown. We just messed around, playing musical chairs and musical bumps. About halfway into the lesson Ellerby gave Brown his leaving presents: sweets shaped like willies, an edible g-string and furry lined rubber gloves. He clearly loved them as he put them on immediately and posed for many photos.
We then had a huge group hug which was quite violent (I hurt my jaw).
Brown’s replacement (Miss Hopkins) stood up and told us that she was going to make us work really hard- great first impression there.
I’ll miss Brown loads.
I’ll probably never see him again.
Except for Academy sessions.
Every Wednesday.
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