Whacky Wednesday

So I'm standing outside Manchester univerty students' union at the bus stop waiting to go into town to do some job hunting after having just acquired my six by seven ticket for that evening's gig. I'm stood reading 'Playing the Moldovans at tennis' and pretty much minding my own business whilst vaguely being aware of the conversation taking place right next to me between two asian looking people, one male and one female. This guy is an asylum seeker, has spotted another person with similar skin colour and decided to accost them on this basis alone. He's in the middle of receiving a stern lecture about benefits, working in the UK etc. after he had been moaning about how "shit" this country is. After he boards his UK North bus the girl turns to me, "Why do all asylum seekers come bothering me, asking me questions and asking for my number just because I've got the same skin colour?!" I didn't hold the answer to that one but offered stories of my Pizza bella delivery boy days where I worked with Iraqi and Iranian asylum seekers - one of which had thrown himself in front of the Euro train so that he'd be brought to the UK for medical treatment and would have to remain. We carried on chatting effortlessly until Fingland's bus arrived, we both hopped on and continued talking all the way into town. Somehow the subject of stealing came up and said girl mentions that there's a big book she needs to buy but it's really expensive. I offer my pilfering servie and suggest that after we get off the bus we should hit waterstones and that's precisely what happened. Some big, bad ass sociology and crimonology book worth £21.99. Too easy waterstones, too easy. Anyhoo, said girl mightily impressed and offers me a reward pint which I gladly accept. It's strange when you meet someone and it's as if you've always known them. When there's no awkwardness or nervousness, you feel totally at ease and the conversation simply flows. We followed it up with a pizza in gemini and by the time it was all over we'd spent about three and a half hours together. How random is that?

Couple of hours later I met everyone at the six by seven gig. It was an alright gig. It's difficult to watch a band that once had 5 memebers, now depleted to three and still continuing to play the classics that involved the full entourage. It's never going to be as good, is it? ViceMolroy had the genius idea of bringing our Made in China demo to hand to the band hoping to nab a support slot or any constructive criticism. We spied the singer at the end, handed it over with a brief chat and then made our way outside to the merchandise stall. Couple of minutes later the organ/electronic member shows his face and I engage in a comfortable, eays chat with him. I asked if we could go backstage because we had a spliff to smoke with the band and he agreed, leading us to meet the rest of the band. Stood chatting and smoking with the guys who were totally safe. Some of it was obsessed, slightly scary fan banter but on the whole it went well. I invited them to big hands about 10 times, nay, DEMANDED that they should come to big hands and they did! w00t. Spent a lot of the night chatting to james (organ man) about music, the music industry etc and he was a formidably affable chap as was Chris the drummer.

What a Wednesday.

Shit.... I fell off the weed waggon about three hours after declaring my abstinence from it. I've got a new one though. Give up smoking cigaretts, but continue with the ganj. Cigarettes have no benefits whatsoever. It was stupid of me not to think of this earlier but there you go. After this pack of baccy, no more. I'm on a collision course to a big, fat, void. In fact, simply typing about cigarettes has kick startes the cravings.

Blue Monday

Yesterday was the most depressing day of the year, apparently. Scientists at Cardiff university worked it all out citing bad weather, failed resolutions and debt as the main causes. You can check out more here : http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/this_britain/story.jsp?story=603464

I don't personally believe any of it and think it is a stupid thing to be wasting time and money on. It's another pointless article to print in newspapers that gets everyone talking......................................

My blue Monday was my shortest day ever, I'm quite certain of it. I went to bed at 4 am, waking at 13:30. There was a sky blue, double deckers job search bus parked in Piccadilly gardens inviting all job hopefuls onboard. I then went to Bury town hall to collect my birth certificate. I exist! On the way home though I was so overcome with tiredness that I had a nap, missed my bus stop too. Crawled into bed as soon as I'd gotten home at 17:30 and slept until 11:30 this morning! That means I was only awake for four hours in one day, then slept for 18. I'm bloody knackered, considering another nap after i've posted this though.

Also, I'm gonna give up schmokin' for a period of time. My first thoughts were for the rest of the year. I'll give up until summer time and take it from there. It's still a good number of months away. Yes, let's do it! Energy here I come.

PS If I find that baggie I had with a Js worth in it then I will smoke that as a celebratpry final toke.

Johnston's liquid beef / Friendly firemen

So...... Friday

Yes, it was indeed nice to depart from the student ghetto that is Fallowfield and absorb the rustic jollities of Rossendale. The old house at home IS the best pub located in the area stretching from Waterfoot to Haslingden centre (It can't beat the pub in Hasy where you can smoke a nice spliff. Forgotten the bloody name of it now though) and from Burnley to Ramsbottom. It was good to see 1312, his good lady + the Ward Clan, albeit in bereaved sprits. JohnJOpo made a strong case for hitting QUBE, the local Rawtenstall club above a pub that was formerly known as 'Stickies.' He made various claims and promises, many of which proved false as the place was practically empty with only one other dance floor occupant, a thirty odd year old guy going on a bit of a hands in the air, "crazy" spectacle to the Dance/Trance music.
He seemed a bit disgusted when I made certain substance enquiries.
We quickly drank our drinks and made our way to the rhythm station, the classier, more popular of Rawtenstall's thriving 2 club scene. Another big up today goes to JohnJOpo for paying me into both clubs and purchasing my drinks. ** There is also a potentially giant favour in the pipeline coming my way which will be revealed when and if it is successful. Exciting news though my friends. **
So, I was dancing to R+B/pop style music giving it my best shot when I saw a bit of a scuff developing over to my right. All I knew was that it involved:
1) A tall, fat, sweaty, stereotypical blue shirt wearing man with glasses and a scared look on his face
2) A shorter yet harder looking angry white shirt wearing man doing most of the shouting and demanding that a fight should take place
3)An Australian hat complete with dangling corks.
They were both fighting over ownership of this hat....................
'bout 10 minutes later I'm taking a breather whilst remaining perched on the dance floor. Scarier, harder looking white shirt guy comes over to me, leans in and menacingly states into my ear,
"You're too cool to dance."
My first reaction was fear, then adrenaline style trying to talk my way out of it. The best I could manage was feebly saying, 'I've been dancing all night, i'm not cool.'
"You're too cool to dance"
At this point I can detect a watered down, scouse accent which increases the panic ever so slightly.
Come with me he says and we go to some empty seats to sort out our differences.
Turns out he was being....... genuine... as strange as it sounds. Said I looked like someone out of a programme called the OC (never seen it) and when he saw me he'd had a strange urge to chat because he "really wanted to be friends with someone that looked like me." Kept apologising, saying he wasn't gay etc and that he couldn't explain it. He did seem to snigger when he said about the OC but he was a sound guy who bought me two drinks!. Fireman as well and we exchanged numbers.
I was wearing my black, woolish stlye smart pants with grey stripes and a horizontally red striped quite tight tee shirt that looks a bit scallyish. Weirdish experience anyway.

So...... Saturday

I had arranged to meet Artblu in a local scream pub to watch the WBA V. Manchester City game. I'm an honourary blues fan, this is my first season but I do own my own shirt that I got for Christmas. Arrived forty five minutes before game commenced and things were going well until we went down 1-0 within the first five minutes. This turned out to be my bad karma, apparently and because I wasn't a true fan but was wearing a shirt. Lots of things were my fault especially as she got drunker, louder and more aggressive with every passing minute. Ok, WBA are a shite team, bottom of the league and it was very frustrating to be losing to them but ARTBLU was going flippin insane. Screaming, shouting at full volme at the screen in a pub with only 2 other people plus bar staff present. ViceMolRoy joined towards the end and a sort of argument ensued between me and Artblu because she had worked herself up into tears over nonsensical clap trap. This climaxed with her smacking me, full pelt in the face (my jaw still hurts) running of saying she never wanted to speak to me again. Frickin Horrible day. She went back to Bury and so me and Vice went to the student mansion. Got a text later saying she was sorry, I know I'll forgive her and vice versa. Of course we'll be friends. Still fuckd me off though the hurtful things she was saying and assaulting me. I still love her as my best friend though.

I discovered that when Bovril was first invented it was called 'Johnston's fluid beef' haha.

I'm going to try and upload a photo from my digital camera, hoping it will work. If it does, please note, none are photo shopped!

gezing

Back to the valley

I am exiting the realms of south Manchester this evening to sample the local pub scene in da Rawtenstall. Watch out old house.

My week has consisted of getting Mace to fix my pc so that my 120gb HD was detected on boot up and fully functional - One week without all my tunes and videos was fairly unpleasant. I've now rewatched every episode of Naruto, when will I ever get broadband in my house? I need to see the Gaara V. Naruto clash. Oh cruel fate.
Been job hunting and chilling/smokin'/drinkin with friends. Big up to my mate Dave who took me to the Cornerhouse, buying me doubles of the nicest whiskey i've ever tasted! The name keeps evading me though, baley *&^% or somet (NB Balvenie). Anyways, it wasn't cheap and he spent £90 on drinks for us both and I am tres grateful. The cornerhouse is a bit of a gip; £4 for a pint of leffe and no Hoegaarden on tap. A plus is the incredibly attractive girl that works there though with lovely dark skin.

Myself and Alnamite have been conducting preliminary summer travel discussions. We figure flying over to America, hiring a car and razzing it all over the country. Road trip! I need troff and others to give me employment first.

That is all

How to kill a Friday

Didn't think I would be back here a day later with the //lanstraum font giving it the old low down.

My day began and with it so did the seemingly never ceasing quest of trying to "get rid of" or put frankly kill my day. Always assuming tomorrow will hold better fortune, not wanting to be ever caught up in this exact moment. Blah.

Some season 2 of Futurama laid waste to 12:30 until 14:30 - season 4 is quite shockingly painful and dire btw. Futurama is nothing compared to family guy. I took a trip out, needing to pay Emjoe back £40 which I'd been owing for a while now. I'm feeling a bit shitty because I'd been thinking one of my friends, Artblu, had been avoiding me as we haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks. It turned out she wasn't and i'd built it up in my head, sending her some rash text messages in the process. I don't think anything is permanently broken, maybe just more mutated and fuckd up. Because of this I feel I need to escape reality for a while and so I pilfered a bottle of sainsbury's own brand whiskey.

I know I promised to various different people that I would stop the thievery, be a law abiding citizen. I know that petty thievery is the lowest of all the criminal activities. Stealing isn't big, but it is clever. Nicking is such a good pickmeup! It's only a temporary high though and I am prone to going overboard, I'm confident that's been nipped in the bud and I foresee only a few relapses over the year. As I was explaining to Natalie, my NY resolution/promise is an ongoing process. It won't magically go away.
I need this whiskey.
If I wake up tomorrow, hung over, I don't want to look back on this day, tut, and say, "What a waste of £5." I simply want to be able to look back and go, "What a waste." Me stealing is only minimising future regret. I won't go into depth regarding my justification for stealing at this juncture.

Need a Naruto fix soon. Off to drink now

Beginnings of the seedling blog

I have been mulling over the possibilties of planting a blog for what must be many months now, it is time to dust off the old typing fingers, give them a good crack, and thoroughly prepare myself for action. Ever so, ever so, slowly a trickle of slight realisation has swelled into a torrent of epiphanies; I've battened(?) down the hatches but these giant waves keep a-knocking on my brain threatening to engulf and swampify it. I seem to be forever in a loop, telling myself that I am going to achieve and acomplish certain things but never implementing that thought or carrying it out until it's end. It doesn't help that most of the time I don't actually know what I want or what I want to do. Maybe it's time to stop fretting, go out, do something and see what happens. You think? Hence this. My brain is going to rot away at this rate unless I make motions towards stopping the rot, hopefully reversing it along the way. I imagine this blog to be helpful in various ways:

!) I can post anything I want to keep any interested parties updated of my progress. Plus, if I go travelling or move house it can be a good way to keep in touch with people.
") Catharsis. Take my stresses and strains out on people I don't even know.
£) With my new digital camera I can display pics. Fuelling another interest, oh yes.
$)Whether this be my last post or the first of many, one day when someone taps me on the shoulder and says, "Have you ever made one of those online diary type blogmeblog things?" I can honestly say to them, "Yes. Yes I have." W00t

http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=Procrastination
Dictionary.com lists procrastination as - 'To postpone or delay needlessly.' Personally I prefer the definition - 'TO DEFER ACTION.'

There is more I could pen detailing my justification for this................Hey, it's my first day. I'm gonna slack off, go home early and sleep thinking i'm onto a winner. I'll hate my job after three days.

Today has been pants. I went into Brook street recruitment agency to have a free scan at their copy of Manchester Evening News. The Thursday addition is job day - 46 pages of jobs. Yeah, 46 pages of jobs that I can't do. So demoralising turning page after page of jobs you don't have anough experience to apply for. How do you gain experience when the majority of employers are reluctant to give anyone without experience experience! I knew I should have lied more on my CV....... I'm seriously considering tarting it up with degrees. jobs and phony reference numbers and land myself a nice £20k a year job. It's doable with some considerable effort though. Kind of in a bind at the current time.
Having lost my wallet in about May last year I find myself with no driving license.
I have no passport.
I lost my birth certificate.
I lost my change of name deed poll.
I also thought i'd lost my cash card, it's at Molio though and i'll pick it up later.
Yeah, i'm pretty much screwed seeing as I can't prove who I am to any prospective employer.

This is bringing me down low. It'll all come good. More positive news to follow

PS - Check out the schizzel at my mate's blog site. http://www.thirteentwelve.com