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Sun, 18 Nov 2012 22:47:43 +0000

I forgot I had this blog! I’m back now, everyone can stop doing other things like worrying and wanking and crying. I’m back. Come. Embrace me.

Al Gore is a prick.

Sun, 25 Sep 2011 19:37:42 +0100

Al Gore is a prick.

"The feeling of completely giving into your demons is hopeless, but when you can’t climb your way out..."

Fri, 23 Sep 2011 02:01:25 +0100

“The feeling of completely giving into your demons is hopeless, but when you can’t climb your way out of such a hole, you tend to crouch down and call it home.”

- Nikki Sixx (via vitlers-hagina)

Children's TV NIGHTMARES

Sat, 13 Aug 2011 16:27:41 +0100

Wrote this one on my old blog on 09/02/2011

Do you have kids? Of course not. Like me and 95% of all people, everywhere, at all times, you are probably terrified of them. Rightly so, too. Children are the epitome of moral innocence. That’s not a good thing, that means they have no idea what right or wrong is. To children, “Don’t touch that” means “Yes, pick up that knife and try to draw on me with the blade”.

Children know exactly when and how to scare you shitless too. I was babysitting my little brother once, and at about 1am, he decided to start crying. I got up to give him some milk (that’s all baby’s need to heal them, like Superman needs the sun) and make sure he was alright. I picked him up, sat him on my knee, gave him milk, and just as he was settling down, he stopped drinking, looked out into the dark hallway… and screamed. Not like crying-screaming. It was a proper bloodcurdling, nightmare inducing scream of pure terror. I, of course, had no idea what to do. I was looking out into the hallway, searching for whatever evil had done this, but to no avail. There was nothing there. I spent the rest of the night and the remainder of that week thinking there was a ghost or mass murderer in the house. Thing is, if I ask my brother now, he has no idea what I’m talking about, he completely can’t remember it. This is, of course, because that was a lie-scream. It was a complete dick move. There was nothing there. He just wanted me to be terrified and he knew the power he held over me because of his innocent infancy. God damn him and smart, creepy children everywhere.

Children are this scary and dickish for one reason and one reason only. That’s right, everything that watch on TV, every book they read, and every single toy they have. Just that one reaso– shit.

And here they fucking are:

ELMO

Hello child… join me… we will march on, destroying all… there will be so much blood… and when that is done… we will learn to spell… oh yes.

IN THE NIGHT GARDEN

“WE ARE ONE. WE ARE ALL. WE ARE LEGION. BRING TO US THE CORPSES OF YOUR PARENTS SO THAT WE MAY DEVOUR AND MULTIPLY.”“

WOODY THE COWBOY AND HIS HORSE, BULLSEYE

Hi Woody! You’re my favourite toy. I lov— what’s that? You’re glad I’m here? Why’s that Woody? What’s that? Y-you want to rip out my teeth and suck out my bone marrow? And feed it all to your demon horse, Bullseye? But why? W-wait! STOP!! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET THAT!?? AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

BOOHBAH

Jesus. I can only imagine they are hiding their faces because of the blood dripping fangs and the seven forked tongues (one for each of the Deadly Sins).

BARNEY THE DINOSAUR

hahahahAHAHAHAKILLMEHAHAHAHA WHAT AM I HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAI SHOULD NOT BEEEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS

“FLMMMMBRRRRMMM SLUUURRP *click* *click* SHHHLLLUUMFFF HOIOOOODD JJJEEEEUURRTTTT killkillkillkillkillkillkill”

That’s what the generation of tomorrow is watching. By the time they are in power, I will have killed myself out of pure fear. Many of the things you see above you have probably seen before, either in your waking nightmares, or that time that car hit you or even perhaps your parents tried to sacrifice you to Satan for “financial” reasons.

After researching all these pictures, I no longer feel love anymore. Also, another eye is growing on my neck. Please send help.

Please.

Photo

Sat, 13 Aug 2011 09:37:08 +0100

Gorgeous.

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 20:48:47 +0100

Gorgeous.

Anyone seen Henry Cavill as Superman for the upcoming Man of...

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 14:09:22 +0100

Anyone seen Henry Cavill as Superman for the upcoming Man of Steel? Holy fuck! Look at his eyes! He’s just made you pregnant. You are fucked, Crime!

HAHAHAHA!!!

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 12:10:32 +0100

HAHAHAHA!!!

Sixx:A.M - “Life Is Beautiful”… one of the...

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 11:48:53 +0100

Sixx:A.M - “Life Is Beautiful”… one of the first songs that got me out of depression. (That’s really cheesey, but fucking true)

FUCKING POSITIVE THINKING. AAAARRRGH!!!

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 11:45:38 +0100

Another old blog piece I did, from 29/01/2011

It’s a New Year, and it would seem some people still can’t function in a normal society.

Now let me start of this rant (because, yes, this is a rant), by apologising for this little spout of negativity, one of my new years resolutions was to be as positive and, well, nice as possible.

I returned to work this year with this very attitude. Bear in mind I work in Post-production, and most of the people I come in contact with think they are made of unicorns and gold plated… gold. They get me so angry, the part of my brain that creates analogies, similies and metaphors curls up in a fetal position and cries itself to sleep at night while listening to Evanescence through a tampon.

“Why *sniff* won’t *sob* they… understand… *sniff*?”

I do, however, love my job. Being in the middle of all these people makes me feel better about myself. And to be honest, it’s just the very few who are proper “Media Wankers”.But I digress.

I started the year off with a positive ‘tude. I smiled at people, I gave people uplifting compliments and I slapped a few girls arses. Apparently, HR frowns on this and told me to discontinue this behaviour. Other than that, I had a fairly good day. I left the HR office with my jeans around my ankles (they just didn’t get my argument, how can it be sexual harrasment when I have so much to give?) and left work, homeward bound.

Upon arriving at Picadilly Circus, I noticed the same hustle and bustle I loathed from just a month before. Out of all the things in the world, the tube gets to me the most. I can’t stand people at the best of times, if you’re not my friend and not really hot, or one of my very close friends has given me that look that says “Charles… Be. Fucking. Nice.”, you pretty much have to prove yourself to me by undertaking various tasks, like dying for me in front of my very eyes. It didn’t matter though, because I am positive now. The things that made my blood boil before, I was fucking above them.

Or so I thought.

I made my way down into the same old dimly lit station and passed through a group of tourists who had decided to discuss how best to put one foot in front of the other. “Haha” I thought to myself. I laughed it off, when usually I would find the leader of the pack and scowl at them for a full 20 minutes, 3 inches from their face.

and maybe growl a bit.

I got to the ticket barriers, where I was bottle-necked in and immediately got stuck behind an old man who was trying to jam his oyster card into the ticket slot. He was also trying his absolute best to ignore the kind, furious-that-he-was-being-ignored Station Assistant. This took about 5 minutes to resolve.

By now, I had turned up Motley Crue’s “Primal Scream” right up to the point I imagined my ears were bleeding and nearby children were crying. This soothed me.

Forgetting how much space my masculine, broad and pretty much God-like shoulders took up, I barged past a few more people, including a little blind orphan (because, seriously, fuck those orphans) and made my way to the escalators.

EVERYONE knows you stand on the right and absolutely break the fucking sound barrier down the left side. I like to get a good run going down these, BUT NOT WHEN SOMEONE DECIDES TO STAND THERE, chatting idley about how they were meant to be aborted at birth and that their new high score on that I.Q game on facebook is now 12 and they totally didn’t cheat. Asking these people – politely mind you – to move only left me open to their sneers and dirty looks that screamed “what on earth does this… thing need to be in such a rush for?”

*Sigh* As you can see, my positively charged armour was dropping off piece by piece, revealing my favourite GnR shirt and rippling, angry muscles.

I finally arrived at the platform, where I was greeted by… no one!

Oh. There wasn’t a dog. Artistic licence, fuckers!

I had finally made it to the promised land. My positivety had completely paid off, here I was, with my pick of where to stand on the whole platform. Beautiful. And what’s that? Here comes my train!

I jumped on. This would be a lovely ride home, just listeing to some lovely heavy metal, maybe a bit of air-drumming and possibly a bit of winking and flexing the biceps at some very privileged young ladies…

Unfortunately, out of all the available seats, The Man Who Bathes In The Shit of A Thousand Pigs decides to sit next to me. Upon sitting down, he burps. Now, I don’t mind too much that he smells. I have a cold, and can just block out the smell somehow. He’s also quite big. I don’t mind that too much either. Hell, I’m not exactly Brad Pitt (I fucking totally am, I just ate loads this weekend and stuff, so like… yeah. That. SHUTUP.) I was annoyed because he had no spacial or social awareness. DON’T FUCKING BURP in the air I breath! Don’t open you newspaper INTO MY FACE! He was all that mattered to me at that moment in time. I fell head over heels in pure, black hatred for him. I was devising ways of killing him using only my iPhone. For a whole 45 minutes. If I wrote these black, dark thoughts down, the Church would hunt me down, excorcise me, then kill themselves to get rid of the taint. The Pope would then personally murder my entire family to make sure such an abomination never rises again.

After the most hateful journey ever (You’re asking yourself why I didn’t just move seats. I’ll tell you why. I thought it would be seen as rude. Oh yes. I’m a tool.) the doors opened at South Ealing station and I was home free. The cold winter air welcomed me like the whore I had left in my bed that morning and God dammit, I kissed back with everything I had. I was interrupted from this imaginary, filthy kissathon by a tap on my shoulder. It was the big guy. He handed me my Superman wallet, and said “You left this on the tube, mate”. I was instantly overcome with feelings of love for this big cuddly man and utter revultion at myself for killing him over and over again for the best part of an hour. “Thank you so much!” I managed to say. “No problem” he said as he hurried back onto the tube. He had actually gotten off the tube before his stop to return my wallet to me.

I got home and slumped myself on my bed. I thought back to the journey I had and realised I was a terrible, terrible cunt. But the best thing was, I knew I didn’t have to be, so fucking hell, I wouldn’t.

No matter what shit you go through in any journey, be it life, the train home from work, or whatever, don’t take it out on the people at the end of it. The could just well be there to have your back when you most need it. It’s taken me this long to realise that.

Until next time, fuckers.

Poison - “Look What The Cat Dragged In”… Wish...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 22:35:48 +0100

Poison - “Look What The Cat Dragged In”…

Wish I had money again so that I could stroll in at 7am, still drunk as fuck, still coming up, listening to this… loudly. Sigh

The top 10 meals I don’t have the balls to make. (Or eat).

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 21:07:00 +0100

Wrote this on my old blog on this date: 09/03/2011

Sometimes when I get hungry, I want to eat everything on earth, and I go about devising how one would do such a thing, and how one would make such a monstrosity as tasty as possible. This is a thought process that usually culminates in a takeaway of chicken or chinese. But what if money was no option? What if there was no way to become dickishly obese? If those two were things, then here are 10 things I would like to bring to my table:

The Steak Bacon Sandwich

Get 2 rare steaks (or however you like your steaks, I like blood…) and use them as bread. But Bacon in the middle and sauce of your choice (I would have moyonnaise, to amplify the grease/fat quota). You should probably put Brie in there too…

The EVERY Meat Curry

I would like you to think about every animal you can eat (and enjoy eating). Now murder every one of them, stick them in a pot and fucking curry them like it ain’t no thang. Consume.

Scotch Egg-Zilla

What if Scotch Eggs were never meant to be picnic food? What if they were designed as weapons for your stomach? I’d like to see about 50 boiled eggs inside… however much sausage meat and breadcrumbs it take to cover that bitch.

Kentucky Fried Roast Chicken (and everything else)

Take all the ingredients you would need for a roast. Walk over to KFC with them, hand the KFPerson a load of KFMoney and get them to cook you a KFRoast! All of it! Covered in the colonel’s secret chicken coating stuff things! (this one actually made me feel a bit sick as I thought of it, so maybe just the meat should be coated…)

Cheese? ALL OF THEM.

Using two sturdy slabs of cheddar, sandwich in the middle:

Brie

Camembert

Boursin

Roquefort

Edam

Smoked Cheese

Dairylea

Now sandwich them inside two slices of granary bread (WHAT? We’re being fucking healthy here!) and toast lightly, until all cheeses have fused and become one. Enjoy.

Have a Pizza THIS.

Buy a McDonalds Happy meal, a Burger King Whopper Meal, a KFC Box Meal, a Lamb Doner Kebab, Battered Sausage and Chips and the largest Meaty pizza you can get from Dominoes (preferrably with the cheese sauce in the base). Around all afformentioned ingredients appropriately on the pizza. Cover with cheese. Melt cheese. Dig in. Dig right in there.

Spare (not bare) Ribs

Ribs should ALWAYS have more meat on them. They have barely enough on them and leave you wanting more. Wrap them in more meat, such as bacon and various other slices and selections of meat.

Ham Sandwich (Done “Proper”)

This needs to have proper doorstop thick bread. Like Farmhouse slice-it-yourself white bread. Then cook up some Bacon, Ham, and Gammon (Same thing, yet… different). Then fry some eggs, and cook some chips. Voila. Gammon and eggs and chips in a sandwich. Probably the way Mr Ham intended a ham sandwich to be all those moons ago, when he invented ham…

PIE PIE

This is literally a pie cooked inside another pie. Need I say more? Any filling goes, all pies are fat makers.

Animal Farm

You can eat every animal that would usually reside in a farm, right? Good. Do that. Do it like a roast dinner, have every animal on the table and all your family round the table. Remember, enjoy this, because there was so very much blood…

Sixx: A.M - “This is Gonna Hurt” Brilliant

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 21:03:00 +0100

Sixx: A.M - “This is Gonna Hurt”

Brilliant

head-crusher: Guns N’ Roses - Welcome To The Jungle YES

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 15:30:08 +0100

head-crusher:

Guns N’ Roses - Welcome To The Jungle

YES

Brilliant

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 02:35:18 +0100

Brilliant

Guns N Roses - Don’t Cry That’s moved on to this....

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 02:31:57 +0100

Guns N Roses - Don’t Cry

That’s moved on to this. “Talk to me softly…” Should go to bed soon, really…

fromme-toyou: Caught in the rain Hope you have a weekend full...

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 02:16:07 +0100

fromme-toyou:

Caught in the rain

Hope you have a weekend full of surprising moments

God I wish it was like this tonight in London.

Finally finished packing… Ready for the big move tomorrow,...

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 02:15:15 +0100

Finally finished packing… Ready for the big move tomorrow, I think this deserves a cigarette and a slice of November Rain.

Mötley Crüe - Looks That Kill My fucking favourite band. Fuck...

Sat, 30 Jul 2011 20:31:00 +0100

Mötley Crüe - Looks That Kill

My fucking favourite band.

Fuck you, I’m with the Crüe.

No one told me about this. There’s a fucking black bus...

Sat, 30 Jul 2011 19:07:00 +0100

No one told me about this. There’s a fucking black bus ghost tour around London. I don’t care if it’s shit, I need this. I need this now.