Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
I'm back!
Friday, November 10, 2006
Michael
I have a standing ticket now...but this is the seating one that arrived in the post yesterday.
I really can't believe it. I'm going to see Michael Jackson next week. I've been ranting on about it for days now. People are past the stage of being sick of hearing about it. What can't seem to get across, though, is the significance of it all for me. Growing up I watched and listened to this bloke day after day. He achieved an almost mythical status with me. Michael Jackson was someone that existed on the TV screens and album covers.
But now...tickets to see him perform. Right in front of me.
Michael fucking Jackson. Woah.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Teddy
I'm back! My phone is working again (just) and pictures are sending properly. I'm glad.
I'm home at the moment, on a laptop in the newly created spareroom. My brother, Steve, moved out not long ago, hence the extra space. I told Dad that the room looked like the sorta place you'd spend your remaining days in before you die. Don't think he liked that, but if you saw it, you'd agree.
Maybe the photo should have been of the room then? Nah. This one is much better. Behold, Ladies and Gents, Matt's teddy:
The story behind this lot is that our Matthew has been seeing a young lady from around here named Emma. And she gave him this teddy, which Matt proudly carried down the road. We, naturally, used this as an oppurtunity to take a great deal of piss out of the man, and when his back was turned, poor teddy got executed.
He's ok though. We think.
Next week sees the return of The Linc, the university newspaper that I founded just before the end of last year. It was due to launch at the start of this year, but we hit a few problems. But now we're almost ready to go and I'm rather excited. Any people at uni reading this who do journalism should waddle over to www.myspace.com/uoljournalism and add the society to their friends list.
I'm home at the moment, on a laptop in the newly created spareroom. My brother, Steve, moved out not long ago, hence the extra space. I told Dad that the room looked like the sorta place you'd spend your remaining days in before you die. Don't think he liked that, but if you saw it, you'd agree.
Maybe the photo should have been of the room then? Nah. This one is much better. Behold, Ladies and Gents, Matt's teddy:
The story behind this lot is that our Matthew has been seeing a young lady from around here named Emma. And she gave him this teddy, which Matt proudly carried down the road. We, naturally, used this as an oppurtunity to take a great deal of piss out of the man, and when his back was turned, poor teddy got executed.
He's ok though. We think.
Next week sees the return of The Linc, the university newspaper that I founded just before the end of last year. It was due to launch at the start of this year, but we hit a few problems. But now we're almost ready to go and I'm rather excited. Any people at uni reading this who do journalism should waddle over to www.myspace.com/uoljournalism and add the society to their friends list.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Lollipop
The little bit of software that I use to send photos to this thing has bust. I don't know what's wrong with it, so until I can be bothered to try and fix it, you'll have to make do with a bit of good old-fashioned text.
Last night was spent in the Engine Shed - our new, and rather fantastic, SU bar. A good time was had by all.
Until the drama of the lollipop.
Good god, it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. There I am, chatting away, when I brush into this fella. Happens all the time - it's a crowded place. Tragically, this collision - if you can even call it that - had meant that this bloke had dropped his lollipop. Yes, this big, hard, rugby playing bloke. Lollipop. Right mate.
I did the usual "ah sorry mate" and tried to make a joke of it.
"Get me a fucking lollipop"
"No"
"Get me a fucking lollipop"
"No"
This went on for ages. It started to get a little heated. My two bodyguards stepped in when they realised that this guy was a bit of a idiot and had lots of mates with him.
Long story short, it all kicked off. We were told to take it outside, which we did, and the remainder of the evening was spent trying to stop Nick - our mate - from destroying the lollipop lady.
But I mean come on. It was all over a lollipop. A lollipop! You'd think I'd just stolen his first born. What a tool.
Last night was spent in the Engine Shed - our new, and rather fantastic, SU bar. A good time was had by all.
Until the drama of the lollipop.
Good god, it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. There I am, chatting away, when I brush into this fella. Happens all the time - it's a crowded place. Tragically, this collision - if you can even call it that - had meant that this bloke had dropped his lollipop. Yes, this big, hard, rugby playing bloke. Lollipop. Right mate.
I did the usual "ah sorry mate" and tried to make a joke of it.
"Get me a fucking lollipop"
"No"
"Get me a fucking lollipop"
"No"
This went on for ages. It started to get a little heated. My two bodyguards stepped in when they realised that this guy was a bit of a idiot and had lots of mates with him.
Long story short, it all kicked off. We were told to take it outside, which we did, and the remainder of the evening was spent trying to stop Nick - our mate - from destroying the lollipop lady.
But I mean come on. It was all over a lollipop. A lollipop! You'd think I'd just stolen his first born. What a tool.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Multi-Racial Panda
It was just me and Nick in the living room. TV was on. Bit bored. I asked Nick to write a song. He laughed...and shouted the words, "I saw a panda standing there" as potential lyrics.
The Multi-Racial Panda song was born.
Matt contributed the line "and a subtle stare", which got the ball rolling. This wasn't going to be comedy. Oh no. This song had to be a statement of epic proportions. What did this fat Panda represent? How was this panda going to change our lives?
Let me tell you.
A Panda is neither black nor white. It's both. So who better to ask, in this day and age, about racial integration and acceptance? Exactly.
But...just as we're about to find out what advice he's giving us, the Panda, tragically, gets shot. In the head. By a human...no doubt for his fur. Little did that human know that the panda could have saved us all. He was just trying to make some quick money for himself. Just like the rest of humanity.
Let that be a lesson to ya.
So, ladies and gents, without further a-do, we present to you 'Multi-Racial Panda', performed by (from left to right), Matt, Dave, Ant and Nick. The lyrics are below...so you can sing along.
Go watch the video on YouTube
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I saw a Panda,
He was standing there.
He had padded feet,
And a subtle stare.
The panda he turned to me,
He says how can you really be free?
You argue over black or white,
Maybe you should learn from me
Multi-Racial Panda,
Teach us all you know,
About life and loving,
We've got some way to go
(x2)
Just as he was telling me,
A hunter appears behind a tree.
And though the panda he did run
He couldn't escape humanity's gun
Multi-Racial Panda,
You could have saved us all
But instead we've killed you
Racists made us fall.
The Multi-Racial Panda song was born.
Matt contributed the line "and a subtle stare", which got the ball rolling. This wasn't going to be comedy. Oh no. This song had to be a statement of epic proportions. What did this fat Panda represent? How was this panda going to change our lives?
Let me tell you.
A Panda is neither black nor white. It's both. So who better to ask, in this day and age, about racial integration and acceptance? Exactly.
But...just as we're about to find out what advice he's giving us, the Panda, tragically, gets shot. In the head. By a human...no doubt for his fur. Little did that human know that the panda could have saved us all. He was just trying to make some quick money for himself. Just like the rest of humanity.
Let that be a lesson to ya.
So, ladies and gents, without further a-do, we present to you 'Multi-Racial Panda', performed by (from left to right), Matt, Dave, Ant and Nick. The lyrics are below...so you can sing along.
Go watch the video on YouTube
------
I saw a Panda,
He was standing there.
He had padded feet,
And a subtle stare.
The panda he turned to me,
He says how can you really be free?
You argue over black or white,
Maybe you should learn from me
Multi-Racial Panda,
Teach us all you know,
About life and loving,
We've got some way to go
(x2)
Just as he was telling me,
A hunter appears behind a tree.
And though the panda he did run
He couldn't escape humanity's gun
Multi-Racial Panda,
You could have saved us all
But instead we've killed you
Racists made us fall.
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- I'm Dave. I am currently at university in Lincoln. I don't claim to be a great photographer - nor even a good one - but I do like capturing moments on my nifty little cameraphone. I also like comments, so get typing.
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