Greetings from the Ruhrgebiet. Yesterday I went to a massive abandoned mine in Essen. It was v cool. Berlin next, then Dresden where my friends have promised to get me “unconscious”. Well at least I won’t be able to blabber about the bombing like I usually do.
What happened Air?
Ha ha my prison hostel deemed Taking Fire “unsuitable” so I had to come to an internet cafe.
Sin City loks like a way good film, but Elijah Wood stole the part that was made for me. I hope he lives up to my exacting bespectacled murdering standards.
Everyone that goes to your party should dress up as Miho.
I will be in Dundee, making bad drum sounds with top band ‘Sweetheart’. No great loss for Edinburgh, no great gain for Dundee.
I shall now go to the dole and make sure not to tell them anything about my life.
I wanted Milno to be Kevin. Coming to my party as Miho would give me flashbacks from my Alice in Wonderland party (20 years age, egad) where some puppyfat cow I didn’t even like came as Alice. I mean, HELLO?
I want to be Kevin. I want to make a joke about getting my crotch eaten by a dog (something along the lines of “and not for the first time, I hasten to add” ho ho ho).
Seems the Sweetheart gig is actually the night before (see http://www.sweethearthq.20m.com for the grisly badly-spelled details). Suddenly my schedule opens before me, like timelapse photography of a flower, juxtaposed with erotic images of a womans parts.
I’d find them by looking into my heart. Or by looking at my feet. Either way, yes. I am rubbish. Almost literally, at the moment. I may clean my room. Joyous larks.
30-Mar-05 at 1:15 pm | Permalink
Elaborate.
30-Mar-05 at 1:41 pm | Permalink
Greetings from the Ruhrgebiet. Yesterday I went to a massive abandoned mine in Essen. It was v cool. Berlin next, then Dresden where my friends have promised to get me “unconscious”. Well at least I won’t be able to blabber about the bombing like I usually do.
What happened Air?
Ha ha my prison hostel deemed Taking Fire “unsuitable” so I had to come to an internet cafe.
30-Mar-05 at 2:14 pm | Permalink
Every day is sunny when Uncle Bell is back in town. :C~
Here’s the
Thing: My 29th birthday party on Friday 8th April
Place: My flat (possibly a pub first, call ahead for details)
Theme: Sin City (YO YO YO!)
Evewybody invited.
30-Mar-05 at 2:50 pm | Permalink
Sin City loks like a way good film, but Elijah Wood stole the part that was made for me. I hope he lives up to my exacting bespectacled murdering standards.
Everyone that goes to your party should dress up as Miho.
I will be in Dundee, making bad drum sounds with top band ‘Sweetheart’. No great loss for Edinburgh, no great gain for Dundee.
I shall now go to the dole and make sure not to tell them anything about my life.
30-Mar-05 at 2:57 pm | Permalink
The Shin Shitty site is really good too. Puts the Hitchhiker’s one to shame, despite the amusing Stephen Fry trailer.
30-Mar-05 at 4:54 pm | Permalink
I wanted Milno to be Kevin.
Coming to my party as Miho would give me flashbacks from my Alice in Wonderland party (20 years age, egad) where some puppyfat cow I didn’t even like came as Alice. I mean, HELLO?
30-Mar-05 at 4:56 pm | Permalink
I meant “ago”, not “age”, ffs, plus on reflection saying “egad” makes me a bit of a cunt.
LOL
30-Mar-05 at 8:03 pm | Permalink
I want to be Kevin. I want to make a joke about getting my crotch eaten by a dog (something along the lines of “and not for the first time, I hasten to add” ho ho ho).
Seems the Sweetheart gig is actually the night before (see http://www.sweethearthq.20m.com for the grisly badly-spelled details). Suddenly my schedule opens before me, like timelapse photography of a flower, juxtaposed with erotic images of a womans parts.
30-Mar-05 at 8:28 pm | Permalink
Hey, Sweetheart are ‘playing’ Bar Code right?
The mighty Ross just played there with his new band. Here are pics for your recon pleasure.
31-Mar-05 at 9:47 am | Permalink
Milno, I just remembered you’re rubbish so I guess you’re not invited. Anyway, where would you find a pair of dirty sneakers for your costume?
31-Mar-05 at 1:30 pm | Permalink
I’d find them by looking into my heart. Or by looking at my feet. Either way, yes. I am rubbish. Almost literally, at the moment. I may clean my room. Joyous larks.