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Wednesday, 4 May 2011

If Carlsberg did bank holiday weekends...

They'd look something like last weekend.
On Friday, a third of the world's population tuned into the Royal Wedding; and on Monday, arguably the most wanted man in recent US history was killed. And facebook went mental.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday get all the attention. What about Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday? Sometimes I feel that they're the neglected bastard children of the week.


It's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.
It's Saturday Night, dance, I like the way you move,
It's Sunday, bloody Sunday,
And it's just another manic Monday.

Monday, 4 January 2010

ENFP.

Extroverted, iNtuitive, Feeling, Perceiving

outgoing, social, disorganized, easily talked into doing silly things, spontaneous, wild and crazy, acts without thinking, pleasure seeking, irresponsible, physically affectionate, risk taker, thrill seeker, likely to have or want a tattoo, adventurous, unprepared, attention seeking, hyperactive, irrational, loves crowds, rule breaker, prone to losing things, seductive, easily distracted, open, revealing, comfortable in unfamiliar situations, attracted to strange things, non punctual, likes to stand out, likes to try new things, fun seeker, unconventional, energetic, impulsive, empathetic, dangerous, loving, attachment prone, prone to fantasy

Apparently.

Take the test yourself.

Sunday, 3 January 2010

Out of the mouths of babes

Searching in the attic, I stumbled across some of these gems, hastily written down by my mum on bits of paper.

Either I was a really funny child, or just a bit of a nob.

"I don't want to go to England, they hide drugs in the vinegar... in the chip shop."

This is funnier without context, so I'm not giving any.

"There's a boy in my class who's a bit dumb, and I've just seen his mum and she looks a bit naff."

Tactful.

'Lewis shouted up the stairs to me saying, "Mum, when do I get my period?" I told him that boys don't get periods and he said, "But a period is just a tantrum and boys can have them. I've heard dad saying to you that it must nearly be period time when you're in a bad mood, so boys can have them too." '

I'm still waiting for my period.


Apparently, a friend and I were in my mum's car, and he started waving to his sister outside. I started waving too. He told me off, saying "Why are you waving, she's not your sister." And I replied, "Why are you waving, it's not your window."

OWNED.

Saturday, 2 January 2010

Goodbye, Noughties! Hello... Teenies?

Why must recent decades sound like risque porn sites?

I would write an in-depth account of the decade, comparing and contrasting with previous decades, and forecasting what the coming decades may hold for us. But - I've only lived through two decades, and I'm not going to sound more pretentious than I usually do by harping on about how the 60's era of social revolution characterised the way in which we blah blah blah.

The noughties was awesome. So were the 90's. You know why? Because they're the only two decades I've lived in.

I survived Swine Flu, Bird Flu, the Iraq War, globalisation, over-exposure to 'I gotta feeling', my first time getting drunk, my 50th time getting drunk, 9/11, 7/7, global warming, going to secondary school, going to university, the death of Steve Irwin, the birth and death of bebo and myspace, the world-domination plan of facebook, that machine they thought was gonna end the world, and god-knows-what else the 00's threw at me and the rest of the world.




What does the teenies have in store for us? I don't know. But I'm willing to wager it's going to be awesome.

p.s - hover crafts.

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

PILE OF SHIT.





This is just further proof that there is no God.


Picture the board-meeting that produced this pile of shit; someone should have been fired. The badly-dubbed kid refuses to poo in his own toilet because Paul, who we can only assume is a paedophile, has Glade in his toilet. Woop-de-fucking-do. Just do a shit, you little brat!

I will now make a point of never buying Glade, even if my toilet reeks of shite.