Team Sherlock - 8:29 pm - 06-06-2006

Are you in Team Sherlock?

No? Well fuck off then.

Thanks Dave

My Christmas Visitor - 9:37 pm - 28-12-2005

Yesterday at approximately 1330 Tash arrived. She came with her mother and father. Her father disappeared to get some stuff from Bingham while her mother chatted to mine. This lasted only 15 minutes before her mother left and we went on a mission to get gas from Bingham (we failed). After returning I showed her around the house. Midway through this [Fenton] arrived and began bullying Tash. I joined in and this lasted for about three hours.

We established (possibly inaccurately) that Tash was:
A goth
A racist
A facist
Stupid
Friendless
Bad at SSBM

During this time we drank some whiskey and a turbo shandy (Smirnoff Ice with beer). John left and we had pizza while watching a film.

The best bit came next. We went downstairs and I watched Tash on Myspace and MSN. This was thrilling. So thrilling that I couldn’t handle much more than 7 years. So I went upstairs and and played Shadow the Hedgehog for the remaining century. Eventually she returned. We watched a crap cop show and went to bed.

This morning I woke up at around 4 o clock. Being an addict, I decided to venture into the kitchen and get (not one but) two glasses of orange juice. I chugged them and returned to my slumbers.

I woke again at 10ish. I went to see if Tash was awake- knocked on her door. She didn’t answer so I assumed she was asleep. I invited Callum and Olly over on MSN and they arrived 20 minutes later.

We played SSBM (of course) while we waited for Tash to finish in the bathroom (took at least 3 days). We then went into town.

We spent an enjoyable hour in Virgin Megastore listening to all the crazy music. (Birthday present idea for March 22nd- Hairbrush Divas.) We then went to GAME and got bored while Callum looked around.

Tash decided she didn’t like games so we went to Ice Nine to buy her mate a present. Tash complained that Nottingham only had 2 goth shops (that I know of) whereas Liverpool has 2 goth shopping centres each with 100 different goth shops. I didn’t care in the slightest, as far as I can see the more goth shops there are the worse the city is.

We went to Starbucks and had a lively conversation.

After a subway we spent an hour wandering the freezing cold city waiting for Maryanne to finish her film. While doing this we met up with Smellerby who was with her sister and cousin. Eventually Maryanne and her mates appeared. They had a picture done and bought some shoes while I hummed to myself. Nothing of interest happened here(except buying a Beach Boys CD and Tash bonding with a fellow smoker).

I became very cold and slightly worried that Tash was planning on spending all night in Nottingham when Sarah and Freya rammed into me. My “friends” walked off thinking that I was just being mugged and I chatted to Sarah and Freya. They told me to ring Tash and tell her we had to go for tea. I rang her and told her we had to go but didn’t bother with the lie. We went home on the bus with plenty of sprinkles of witty comments from me about Sarah.

We then went on MSN some more. I almost clawed my eyes out. So we went out to get a lovely film.

They didn’t have any lovely films so we got “How to lose a guy in 10 days”.

Great.

Tash is a facist. (or fabulous she says)

John’s drunk - 5:41 pm - 26-11-2005

I’m with John at the moment. He thought it would be a good idea to start drinking at 1500 today… At first he pissed me off but now I’ve worked out how to piss him off.

Freya is awesome. She is the most interesting person I know. Infact, she is the essence of interestingness: everything that is remotely interesting has a part of Freya in it.

John doesn’t like me saying that and has hit me. Freya is cool. John doesn’t believe me when I say so though so I thought I’d piss him off for a bit.

People are coming over tonight. I’ll blog about it tomorrow.

Charley - 8:23 pm - 23-11-2005

Charley asked me to post about her… I’m pretty bored so I may aswell.

Charley is pretty damn awesome. She’s among the nicest people I know and is also friggin’ gorgeous.

I met her ages ago when I was in year 8 and she was in year 9. We were in the same group for CarnEvent (random week-long activity we did at school) doing “Theatre”. My friends were all doing different things so I was quite solidary in our group of around 30. We had a crazy teacher who insisted on calling me Mikash (the weirdest spelling of my name to date) and came up with crazy ideas involving pretending we were musical instruments.

The performance was basically a collection of sketches linked together with a badly fitted storyline involving “Somewhere” and “Anywhere” as place names .

I was put into a small group of about five girls. There was Brooke, Charley, Naomi Moss and two other girls. They were all friends and I hadn’t met them before so I was quite quiet. I got told I had to act drunk and play a drug addict. The whole performance went quite well (Brooke has a video, I might try and upload it) but I didn’t speak to the girls again for ages.

I became friends with Brooke about a year later and was reintroduced to Naomi (as Kindell’s girlfriend) shortly after.

Somehow I began speaking to Charley about a year after that but I don’t remember how… I think it may have involved a magic trick and an input from Suzi…

But anyway, she’s pretty damn awesome and I love her loads.

Smiling, as usual:).

New Link: Oscar - 8:23 pm - 17-11-2005

Added a new link to Oscar’s blog.
Oscar is a legend- here is a picture of him looking awesome.

Oscar’s blog is very well written and has been going for a lot longer than the other blogs on my blog roll.

Awesome Person + Loads of Experience = AWESOME BLOG

It’s simple right?

I want everyone to post if they thinks Oscar is:
A) Awesome
B) Sexy
or
C) AWESOME!

Textiles Crew - 6:42 pm - 17-11-2005

Here’s an awesome picture Suzi drew yesterday in textiles.

I sometimes wonder why I chose textiles for GCSE, then I remember: to be in a class full of girls. Sadly it is nothing like the dream I had in Year 9 when choosing my options.

I spend each lesson chatting to Suzi and Sophie about random rubbish until I receive a hard poke to the pancreas. I turn around and see either a smiling Sita or the back of Sita’s head. When it is the latter she will pretend it wasn’t her for a moment and then turn around. We will chat for a bit until the sound of shouting penetrates our conversation. This means that someone on the far table has decided to fall out with someone, who is often Mrs Craigon. Mrs Craigon will almost always send someone out of the class. The young offender will stand outside the glass door and pull faces to the delight of our class.

With all the excitement about, no one ever notices me turn into a cat and leave.

Me

Me as a Devil… Why not? - 9:58 pm - 16-11-2005

Here is a picture drawn by Emily. She cunningly editted a photograph I sent her to give the impression that I am in fact a devil (which I am not). Emily clearly has great artistic skills and is currently accepting sponsorship. If you would like to make a contribution leave a comment with your email address and we’ll get back to you.

Emily:)