Tag Archives: mum

[and these are the rules by which I play]

Ok so tonight has re-proved something that I
already knew, I should probably start the
story at the start.

I would describe myself as cheeky but with an underlying
sense or morals and decency that some would [and have]
define as being a gentlemen.

So this is why when a member of the opposite sex
is making a pass a few things need to taken into
consideration, the first is whether she has been
drinking and how much, if it is too much in
comparison to me, I would walk her to her friends
or walk her home to make sure she got back OK.

Secondly, you have to look into the eyes, it’s a strange thing
to just say as a sentence so I’ll put it into a scenario. I left
a local club called Time and on the walk home I put my music
in [it’s actually a two minute walk, but I love my music] and
without realising it I was singing the Simon & Garfunkel song
‘The Sound Of Silence’ and whilst walking noticed a shadow
walking astride mine. So I popped back the hood of my flatmates
jacket and saw a girl giving me a cute smile saying

“I really liked your singing by the way”

Without a hint of sarcasm [which is what you would have expected
had you heard my voice] and that when I noticed what was in her
eyes. It was what I usually have in mine which is a hint of
romantasism. I know it sounds strange but it is true.

And that’s why I said thank you for your compliment
and kindly made my way down my road, I don’t know
what it was but it was that hint in her eye that made
me think that she|

[ok as I’m writing this I’m finding it hard to put my thoughts
into words, which is annoying, so I’m leaving that part open
which sadly means that this part of the post is
non-conclusionary and for that I apologise]

What I must say though is that Mum must have
done a good job.

[first time feeling it]

Ok, regular readers of this blog [or if you know me] know that
I have recently moved to Wales from my home in south east
England and this is quite a distance.

251 miles [according to google maps]

Now this isn’t the first time I’ve moved away from home, but
it is by far the furthest distance away. And don’t get me wrong
I am actually constantly enjoying myself here. But for the first
time in my life on Sunday I felt homesick , which was odd,
because being totally honest I’ve never felt that before because
I’ve never really been more than an hour away.

Now was it a family member? Nope. Was it the fact that it was
my mums birthday and I wan’t there? Nope. Was it the fact that
I missed my little brothers first gig with his new band? Nope.
The thing that made me feel homesick was that for the first
time I actually felt missed, and it was communicated through
a simple facebook status update by a friend of mine

ClipboardMurrock

Now this isn’t to say that I don’t miss my family because I do, but I
dunno that one kinda got to me, oh well. Oh and S.C.B is Super
Chocolate Bear, a nickname Andrew gave me because he is a big
scrubs fan.

Oh and on a random thing, my hair style at the moment is the best I think
I’ve ever had it, it’s platted at the tip and shaved at the sides, really like it.

Also, think I’m gonna drag random people to Wales. Yepyep

[sixteen things]

So I was tagged on WordPress by the Dude,
also on Facebook by my friend Ali, so it’s
best that I carry it on. So I’m going to
expand it and write twenty-five things
about myself. Now these things are
completely random [just so’s you know].

1] Sometimes, which can be alot of the time
my nose doesn’t seem to work, so I can’t smell
perfume, shampoo or gas [which is the most
worrying] and other times its fine.

2] I’ve been told that I’m a talented at
photography, but recently I have been
doubting this and I’m not sure how I’m going
to turn that around.

3] I have a need to see places I’ve never seen
before, even if it means making a three hour
trip, it’ll be worth it to see somewhere new.

4] I can’t sing, yet I do. All the time. I can’t
seem to help it. And if I’ve gotten bored of a
song or I think that it’s not that great, I’ll
make up my own lyrics. These are usually
about someone or something that I’m thinking
about.

5] I talk too much.

6] I’m allergic to peanuts, wasp stings and
prawns. Pretty much all the geeky things to
be allergic to.

7]
I seem to fall for people too easily  and then
when other people like me  I tend to ignore
them.

8] I’m not sure if my dad is actually alive or
not. We never speak and I don’t really speak
to his side of the family either or have a way
to contact them.

9] I never do crosswords in pen,  always in
pencil.

10] I used to be crazy but over it myself and
feel better for it.

11] I’m a pretty good cook [I have been told
this] andI actually enjoy doing it, but tend
to reserve it for special occasions.

12] I can write poems about pretty much
anything, but, if I look deeper into them
they’re usually about the same thing.

13] I’ve realised that I can be quite
secretive at times and  at others reveal
my soul to the world.

14] I really feel the need to improve my
vocabulary and be able to form sentences
that make em feel stupid.

15] My mum is one of the coolest mums
ever and this has also been said by others.

16] Me and my best friend Tommi have
been friend for about eleven or twelve
years and I know I can tell him anything.

17] My dreams are getting really abstract
recently. Last nights one involved the
following:

My Friends,
Random People,
A Riot,
Swanscombe,
A Pub,
A Piano,
Getting Drunk,
Time Travel,
Kung Fu,
Closed Down Pubs,
Me Getting Shot,
Government Agents,
Ghosts,
& Two snakes [and one was robotic]

18] I snore, loudly. So yeah, sorry
about that.

19] I’m a hopeless romantic, with the
emphasis on the hopeless part.

20] I’m an excellent boyfriend [I
have references].

21]
I used to take driving lessons until a
wasp hit my windscreen and I slammed
on the acceleration and went into traffic
and over a round-a-bout.

22]
I am shit scared of wasps and bees and
I don’t see myself growing out it.

23] My hair is probably twice as big as it
looks but because I am lazy I don’t comb
it.

24] My phone is permanently on silent and
because of this I don’t actually what my
ringtone sounds like.

25] I am ‘aww’ apparently, although no-one
has been able to convince me of this.

And,

26] I still eat eat yogurt with chopsticks.

And there you go, 25 things you may or
may not have not known about me. I’m not
going to tag anybody [mainly because I’m
not sure how].

Anyways, brand new blog tomorrow.

[the old yellow rolls royce]

I love travelling, have done so my entire
life. As a kid, I remember mum taking
me and my little brother for long drives.
We didn’t even have a real destination.
We just drove.

And this love grew, the whole experience
of seeing somewhere or something that
I hadn’t before excites more than most
things these days.

I think it’s in my blood. I mean my my
mum and dad moved to England from
Barbados. Which makes me British but
of Caribbean descent. Or on most forms,
Black Other.

My sister moved away also, she now works
on a cruise ship and goes all around the
world.

The family curse as we sometimes refer
to it. An inside family joke as it were.
So, I’m next. And I’ve been doing it.

In November last year me and my
friend Tommi went to Norway, it was
awesome. It wasn’t that planned. I
didn’t even book time off work, but,
did it on the two days I had off.

So Tommi and I went to Oslo [Norway],
which like I said, was awesome. And me
and Tommi decided that we had to see
the world.

And so this month was the time for
the adventure. Although this was to
be done by myself [because Tommi
couldn’t make it this time]. This time
I went to Italy [Pisa to be exact]. The
reason for this is that I had been
wanting to go there fro some time.

Travelling on my own was a strange
experience, I mean really. There actually
used to be a time where I wouldn’t go up
to London by myself. And here I was, in
a foreign country where I spoke close
to none of the language. At first scary,
but you nkow what being by myself wasn’t
too bad. It gave me time I don’t usually
have.

Like, for instance, I started writing a short
story whilst waiting in the departure lounge
of Gatwick Airport and in the Airport in Pisa.
But I’ve got a feeling that this story won’t
get finished.

I may get one of those european train tickets.
And by may, I mean to say if the summer
road-trip doesn’t happen. I will.

Next month and the month after that promise
to be interesting in terms of travelling. I say
this now, I need to see the world. Alone if I
have to, but I will see it.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/squarebrackets/

[has photos of Italy and Norway and alot of other
stuff in all honesty]


http://www.interrail.net/english/index.php


[the train ticket I mentioned]

[yeah, i did it]

As you may note, recently I wrote a blog
[see blog entitled: mini trips and
notepads] I wanted to see more places,
places I had yet to see.

Well I did it =]

I got a ticket on Monday night and on
Tuesday morning I was on a flight, yeah,
thats right.

This flight took me 711.37 Miles [thats
1144.82 Kilometres] to Oslo a city in
Norway. It was awesome and the fact
it was all last minute made it all the
better. I went with my best friend
Tommi.

We came back Wednesday night and
actually managed to make friends
with an Australian man who was on a
tour of Europe and was heading to
London.

All in all I’m happy that I did it
and also I took my along the first
35mm camera that I ever had. An
Olympus Trip 35. Its actually one
of the most fun cameras I have to
use. But in this blog I have only
included one digital shot that
I took with my IXUS 70 out of the
plane window.

[enjoy]

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[funny thing was I didn’t actually
tell my mum where I was going
just left in the morning. When I
got back late on Wednesday, she
just laughed and said “Norway?”
and I smiled and said “Yep”]

[thats how cool my mum is]

[i think i know why i dislike celebrities]

Today at work, out of nowhere
I random remembered a thing
that me and my mum used to
do when I was a kid, which
sometimes [only rarely and
sometimes to extradite myself
from social situations] I still
do.

On a Saturday we would go
through the newspaper and
armed only with a biro we would
go through defacing random
celebrities. For no reason but
to see what we would come up
with.

I know this is random but it
could explain my distaste for
anything resembling the world
of celebrity. So for a laugh, when
I got home I grabbed a newspaper
and had some fun.

[examples below] =]



[done with the Guardian G2 I had lying
around my bedroom]

[the last one weirds me out tbh]

[my mum]

[“get off the blog and cut your nails”]

saying that
is one of the
reasons shes
kooler than
your mum.

True Story.

[14th December 2007]

Now, before I simply copy and paste this
entry from my old livejournal I feel that
I should explain it somewhat. This journal
entry depicts in a sort of first person veiw
one of the best days of my life.

I intent to erase my old livejournal, now
that I have this blog instead, but I also
feel that there are a few blogs worth
saving and they will pop up randomly
in this one before I take the final plunge
and delete the last one.

– [it all starts on the 12th December 2007]

[this for all intensive purposes is you]

So picture the scene, it’s
about 5:20 on a normal
Wednesday, you’ve got ten
min left of work and your bored.

You’ve already had to deal
with customers whose orders
haven’t arrived, helped people
and displayed an almost autistic
knowledge in photography.

And on top of that you’ve been
told that sleeping in the same bed
with someone who you work with, and
nothing happening is impossible,
and that you probably got raped
in your sleep, nice.

But as you stand in the hallway, out
the back of the shop, feeling the seconds
slowly drip away, but still getting nowhere
nearer to home time
you feel your pocket
going off, its your phone,
its a message, but not the one
you were hoping for, but its
still a nice surprise, you read:

Ricktron50002
Wana come drink some beers
round mine? x

a smile appears
you say yes [quite obviously]
and your assistant manager
asks what it is that suddenly perked
you up, and successfully guesses
its strongbow realted, you chuckle as
you grab your coat to leave, its
no longer home time, its drinking
time, its the promise of good times
[except you do have to pop home first
to grab some stuff].

You get to the train station
a little later than planned to
find out that your train is delayed, by
quite a bit, there’s nothing
you can do either, so you decide to
get a cab to Dartford and get
a train from there.

Whilst waiting for the taxi,
a train goes past, the train you
had been waiting for, you start to
run get halfway and realise you
won’t make it, you have a short
conversation with a man
on the platform with you and
proceed to go and wait for the
taxi again.

In this time you
talk to a girl who seems to be
milling around, you say uyo’d
split the cab if she
was going to Dartford, she isn’t,
shes going to Bluewater, but you
get thanked and talk for a bit anyways,
talk about this and that, and she says
that she’ll come visit you in your shop,
you don’t expect this to ever happen.

You get to Dartford station and
give up £7.50 to the cabbie
with the itchy back and
proceed to get on a train.

You get to New Cross and find out
all the delays were because of a
fire at Cannon street station, it’s
nine o’clock, your really late, on
the way to ricks house you
buy some alcohol and cigarettes
you give up 5p of your change,
your in a rush.

You get to the house, the hall light
is red, you giggle, this place looks
like a brothel, you think to yourself,
you get in, bearing the gifts, not
only the fags and booze, but a delayed
birthday present for rick and the photos
from France, of which you and him
visited earlier in the year.

You proceed to drink, discussing many
things, also putting up the Christmas
lights in the kitchen,
that were supplied by ricks
flatmate Kate, it is awesome, the lights
look amazing.

You again proceed to drink and
wake up on the house sofa, remembering
parts of the night before, long talks
about how you should accept gifts and
what not, talks on ricks movie idea
which is amazing, your life and its
comparisions to your drinking buddies
life, discussions on the universe whilst
laying on your back in the garden on bin
liners as to not get your clothes dirty
you also see that you have
been a silly boy, sending drunken text
messages again, was and is always a bad idea,
oh well, doesn’t matter much, cause you
have to get to work, you brush
your teeth and leave a note for rick
and head for New Cross station.

You get to the station a few minutes later
and get a ticket from the automated
machine ‘NEW CROSS TO GREENHITHE’ it states,
showing you, that you can go no further,
you don’t mind, you need to go to work and thats
it, you wait, it is now 09:01 according to
the printed date on the ticket, you
check and your in luck, there is a train
to dartford, its due for 09:11, you get
to platform C and find its delayed by about 10
minutes, which is ok, it leaves you more than
enough time to get a bus and to work,
your so tired and cold and you receive messages,
replies from the night before, you reply, and
wait for the train.

It comes, it doesn’t stop, it just goes on,
this is the first time its happened to you,
you have to think, think…
you’ve got it, you jump on the next train to
Lewisham and then the next train from there
to Darford, as you leave Dartford station, you
hand the guy your ticket and start to walk,
your already late and you get stopped,
theres something wrong with your ticket mate,
you hear behind you.

you turn around, saying pardon in the
process, well according to this, he says,
your going to new cross, and its yesterday,
in your haste you gave him the ticket
from yesterday, you quickly grab
the ticket you got this morning, and
hand it to him, saying sorry at the
same time, he says that he doesnt have
to keep it since its valid for a few more stops

you say you don’t really care
and you cant wait for that train
and you leave, and get the Fasttrak B to
Bluewater, you call your boss to let him
know you’ll be late, and you start your
journey to work, getting in a little
bit of sleep and thinking that although
all you did last night was have a few
beeeers round a mates house, it was
awesome, oyu had a great time, and sleep
is fun, work flies by, you see your best friend
and some people you havn’t seen in years,
you work a little bit extra because you were
a little bit late, which allows you to chat a bit
more.

After work, you start to head home, your tired
and have a great idea for a blog, it may be long
winded but it’d be fun to write and thats he point,
you grab a helium balloon and head to Bluewaters
christmas fare, you see you say hi to mark
and kelly sends us away because we are being
too rude, in this time, you manage to maintain a
convo whilst using a urinal and [albeit not at the same
time] manage to accidentally insult a burgerking girl,
neither you or mark know how this happened, you apologise,
grab your coke and leave, you and mark proclaim to be gay
just to get some sales people
to leave you alone, and then you
return him to the christmas fayre and after a while continue
the journey home.

You get home, say hi to your mum
and get on the computer, it was
on standby when you got in, and
you rest your laptop on your lap,
and begin to write your new blog
recounting the previous two days
in a strange sort of way, but you
are happy writing it.

You talk to alex online for a bit
and realise that you don’t know where
your laptop charger is, its been
moved since Tuesday when you
last used it, and its flashing 10% battery
left.

So you put the laptop to sleep and
look, you realise that this blog will
take ages, and you tell alex this,
you find the charger, it had been moved,
you not too happy, but its nothing to get
stressed about, you have you dinner and
have a bath, you then continue to write
as you finish up, you
realise your quite proud with it and the
clock on your laptop says 00:36.

Its time to post and sleep
you log onto livejournal and go to
post to journal, realising you have a
message, which you’ll read in a moment,
you open the notepad document where you
pre-wrote the blog, a habit you
seem to now always do, to write the blog
in notepad first and then place it in
livejournal, just in case.

You select all the text by pressing
CTRL or as you say ‘central’ and the A
key, you then copy it and you are about
to paste it into livejournal, adding a
little bit on the end which would have
been impossible to write, and you add a series
of tags to it, add some details and realise
it is ready for posting.

POST

awesome, yeah?

awesome, yeah?

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