Yeah. I've just come home from a strip club. A worthwhile experience. It was so interesting and enlightening that I don't begrudge the £5 entry fee that I paid. It was Gavin's 21st birthday and I'm fairly confident that up until the point that I left at least he had a good time. I chipped in £1 towards his personal topless dance. It was £5 before 11pm and we had enough money between us so we had two girls perform simultaneously for him. Sadly but entirely justifiably photography was prohibited, so there are no pictures to back this up. Would have made my blog instantly at least 100% more interesting.
I was not happy though about the smoke.. bleurgh. I gained a sore throat.
It was when they decided to move to elements that I decided to go home. I'm not one for the drinking culture. But the sex culture.. That's something I might be able to get into.. slowly. (No pun intended.)
Talking of which.. I have a link that I received in an email that's worth putting up here at this point.
Pink Aid
Pinkgasm
I have yet to explore these pages fully but I do like the quote on their blog.
"we are not porn stars, we are sexual super heroes."
Looking back at what I have just written. I can't really see myself getting into some kind of sex culture. That was just a moment of crazy liberal thinking.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
1up for corruption!
Commercialism turning a person's mind into a sex object.
http://crystaltips.typepad.com/wonderland/2006/02/new_lara_model.html
It's progression. I love it.
http://crystaltips.typepad.com/wonderland/2006/02/new_lara_model.html
It's progression. I love it.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Roda
Just incase no one believed I played capoeira..
Capoeira Origens do Brasil
WHAT D'YOU MEAN!? Second from the right! That's me! IT IS!
Capoeira Origens do Brasil
WHAT D'YOU MEAN!? Second from the right! That's me! IT IS!
Friday, December 16, 2005
Postage Crime
I went to the post office to pick up a parcel for my mum. In the parcel picky upy area I overheard (was standing next to and listened to) a little discursiveness between the man behind the desk and a man .. well.. he was in front of the desk.
The situation is that a man had come to pick up from the post office with one of those slips that you get put through the door when you're not there to collect it.
It turned out that what he had infact come to collect was only a christmas card. The reason he had to come pick it up was because the sender had failed to put a stamp on, so there was a charge to pay.
First of all the man seemed unhappy that he had to pay money, so would I,but that's life, you miss the post, there's no stamp, that's the way it is. You can always demand payment from the sender later.
The man then in his moaning said that he didn't understand how this had happened, again. He was in his house when the post arrived and there was no knock at the door at all.
The man behind the desk explained to him, that it was true that post men at this time of year don't knock, they just push one of those slip things through the door, because there are so many unstammped cards being sent and they don't want the burden of carrying lots of loose change around with them.
The man replied in an offended and cursing tone that it's not very good service.
The man behind the desk quipped back, "It's not nice getting mugged either."
The customer then replied "I hardly think that's a relevant statement." and left with his card, leaving the post office attendant looking angry and hurt.
So.. Whom do you side with?
I'd generally tend to side with the serviceman as I know they have to stand there and take shit of the public all day long but I don't think his use of crime was valid.
There's always the potential to be mugged... maybe a bit more during christmas I'll give.. but I still think it makes his argument void.
I liked that one. Nice little thing to ponder over on he way back home with the parcel.
The situation is that a man had come to pick up from the post office with one of those slips that you get put through the door when you're not there to collect it.
It turned out that what he had infact come to collect was only a christmas card. The reason he had to come pick it up was because the sender had failed to put a stamp on, so there was a charge to pay.
First of all the man seemed unhappy that he had to pay money, so would I,but that's life, you miss the post, there's no stamp, that's the way it is. You can always demand payment from the sender later.
The man then in his moaning said that he didn't understand how this had happened, again. He was in his house when the post arrived and there was no knock at the door at all.
The man behind the desk explained to him, that it was true that post men at this time of year don't knock, they just push one of those slip things through the door, because there are so many unstammped cards being sent and they don't want the burden of carrying lots of loose change around with them.
The man replied in an offended and cursing tone that it's not very good service.
The man behind the desk quipped back, "It's not nice getting mugged either."
The customer then replied "I hardly think that's a relevant statement." and left with his card, leaving the post office attendant looking angry and hurt.
So.. Whom do you side with?
I'd generally tend to side with the serviceman as I know they have to stand there and take shit of the public all day long but I don't think his use of crime was valid.
There's always the potential to be mugged... maybe a bit more during christmas I'll give.. but I still think it makes his argument void.
I liked that one. Nice little thing to ponder over on he way back home with the parcel.
Arnie's no fun anymore
It's hard to look at Arnold Schwarzenegger in a positive kitsch kind of light when you know he signed the death warrant for a 5 times Nobel Peace Prize nominee.
Agreeing with capital punishment I think is bad enough. Exercising a prime example of how bad it is is just .. not good.
See: BBC News
Agreeing with capital punishment I think is bad enough. Exercising a prime example of how bad it is is just .. not good.
See: BBC News
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Cowbridge Stalking
I went to Cowbridge today. It was fun and and scary. I think that makes it exciting. YAY!
I went there a bit of a strange way. I went the way I thought was best. Which lead me out of the county and then back in. I though that I should travel from Barry to Pontyclun via Cardiff by train and then taking a bus south from Pontyclun to Cowbridge was the best option. I probably should have taken a bus straight from Barry to Cowbridge, but never mind, I got there in the end.
See these scans of transport receipts...
Proof that I went there when I say I went there.
Here is a drawing I did of the school there. How paedophiliac.
I went there a bit of a strange way. I went the way I thought was best. Which lead me out of the county and then back in. I though that I should travel from Barry to Pontyclun via Cardiff by train and then taking a bus south from Pontyclun to Cowbridge was the best option. I probably should have taken a bus straight from Barry to Cowbridge, but never mind, I got there in the end.
See these scans of transport receipts...
Proof that I went there when I say I went there.
Here is a drawing I did of the school there. How paedophiliac.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
videoGaiden
BBC Scotland Television Programme
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Wikipedia entry for videoGaiden
A desktop shamelessly made from images found on the website.
Watch videoGaiden online - Click Here
Wikipedia entry for videoGaiden
Sunday, December 04, 2005
To Dance
Ahh...
WATCH THESE BREAKDANCING VIDEOS NOW!
B-Boy Junior aka Buana
One on One Breakdance Competition
Now remember that car ad with Singing In The Rain?
Remember it.
The dancing was pretty nifty in that. Yeah? Makes you think "Was that CG assisted?" (Clearly Gene Kelly's face has been CG'd somewhere, what I mean is the dancing.)
Well, intertent seems to tell me that it is not and that it is infact the special dancing of a person called David 'Elsewhere' Bernal. Videos of this person have been flying around the internet. You've most likely seen something he did at a Kollaboration event.
Read about him a bit.
That article I just linked to above has a link to a video aswell.
The music in the ad? Yeah, that was fairly interesting too. Surprise, surprise the video for that has some fancy dancing and impressive CG too.
Watch the music video.
Hmmm.... I wait.
Incase you didn't watch them I'll link to the most 'must see' videos again.
B-Boy Junior aka Buana
One on One Breakdance Competition
WATCH THESE BREAKDANCING VIDEOS NOW!
B-Boy Junior aka Buana
One on One Breakdance Competition
Now remember that car ad with Singing In The Rain?
Remember it.
The dancing was pretty nifty in that. Yeah? Makes you think "Was that CG assisted?" (Clearly Gene Kelly's face has been CG'd somewhere, what I mean is the dancing.)
Well, intertent seems to tell me that it is not and that it is infact the special dancing of a person called David 'Elsewhere' Bernal. Videos of this person have been flying around the internet. You've most likely seen something he did at a Kollaboration event.
Read about him a bit.
That article I just linked to above has a link to a video aswell.
The music in the ad? Yeah, that was fairly interesting too. Surprise, surprise the video for that has some fancy dancing and impressive CG too.
Watch the music video.
Hmmm.... I wait.
Incase you didn't watch them I'll link to the most 'must see' videos again.
B-Boy Junior aka Buana
One on One Breakdance Competition
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
New Musical Direction
Well.. a sort of musical direction. It looks at music in the distance .. well, it's in the field of vision.
Check out my debut smash hit "Shatner's Bassoon" on MySpace.
Check out my debut smash hit "Shatner's Bassoon" on MySpace.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Dorset Invitational Video
From the competition, my first competition. If you want you can watch the video of my fight.
Watch Here
The picture quality in the video is no where as near as good as this picture.
For those that might ever care the details of the .mov are as like this:
Format: AAC, Stereo (L R), 32.000 kHz
H.264, 300 x 240, Millions
FPS: 15
Data Size: 10.91 MB
Data Rate: 297.54 kbits/sec
Duration: 00:05:07.0/15
Normal Size: 300 x 240 pixels
What that means to you is that you'll probably need the latest version of QuickTime to watch it. There is a link on the page where you view the video but just incase I'll give it to you here aswell.
Get the latest QuickTime
Watch Here
The picture quality in the video is no where as near as good as this picture.
For those that might ever care the details of the .mov are as like this:
Format: AAC, Stereo (L R), 32.000 kHz
H.264, 300 x 240, Millions
FPS: 15
Data Size: 10.91 MB
Data Rate: 297.54 kbits/sec
Duration: 00:05:07.0/15
Normal Size: 300 x 240 pixels
What that means to you is that you'll probably need the latest version of QuickTime to watch it. There is a link on the page where you view the video but just incase I'll give it to you here aswell.
Get the latest QuickTime
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
DORSET INVITATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS
I have done stuff. I will now write about it. I did the Dorset Invitational Championships.
Last Sunday was my first taekwondo competition. I got a silver medal, should be pictured below somewhere. There was however only two people in my weight category, me and the other guy. It was a tiring day. I got to bed at about half 2 the night before and then I was up at eight to be a the hall by half past nine. It was then waiting around in the hall until about three thirty before my fight was on. At about three Sarah, Christine, Gavin and Mike arrive and Sarah had kindly brought me some food so I ate about half a small apple before going on. I made Mike film my fight with my camera, so for anyone that wants to see me get kicked that wasn't there, you can! Yay!
Apparently our fight was cut very short, it was supposed to be three rounds of two minutes, but ended up being shortened to two rounds of a minute and a half because they were running behind.
Overall it wasn't such a good day. My knees were hurting quite a bit at then end of it, not because of the three minutes of taekwondo, but the five hours of standing around being nervous. I should have sat down I know, but I was nervous and bored and stuff so I kept wandering around. It was worth it though. I did enjoy the competition, if you look at the video you can see after the first round where Aaron is talking to me I'm smiling quite a bit, I think I was probably very happy that the score was 2 - 2 and I hadn't suffered any major injuries.
I eventually lost 4 - 3. I was told that I did very well for my first time and I'm quite happy about it. I was chuffed to bits on Sunday about the whole thing. It wasn't until Monday afternoon walking down a road that I started to feel slightly disappointed that I didn't win. Remembering the mistakes I made, and knowing that I should have put a bit more effort in.. especially in the last few seconds. Oh well! Next time I'll get it right, and I'll take a packed lunch.
After my fight I didn't run off home, everyone else did. Which I was a bit gutted about. After five hours on my own I saw my supporters for about five minutes before I had to get ready to go on and then about three minutes after I'd finished. So I spent another couple of hours wandering around until the even finished. Was there for the issuing of trophies, we didn't win, we came fifth out of about twenty five teams. I then helped to tidy up a bit, put some mats away, awkwardly went to the bar with all the people that were keeping the competition running throughout the day, felt out of place with my pint of water, I was a bit of an outsider there. Only being with the club for a year and not really socialising with people as much as they clearly had with each other. Then at about seven Rob picked my up from Littledown Centre and I went with them, Rob, Gavin and Christine, for a meal in town. It was pretty crap, I had a cheese and pickle baguette, the pickle was on the side in a sealed Heinz plastic sauce container type thing.
The photo you see of me in the fight below cost me £8.50 so enjoy it! The photographers must have made a packet. The sat there ringside where no one else could and took masses of photos and then quickly printed up little samples so people could choose which one they wanted to buy, and then they would print out larger copies. Mine was the smallest you could buy other than the keyring, 7' by 5' print for £8.00 plus £0.50 for paying by card.
That's the picture that cost me £8.50 There were other pictures there, ones where you could see my face, ones where I was doing fancy kicks, but I went for the one that looks as if I've just floored him with a right hook. I went for the comedy one. I never did punch him, not ever, it's just the angle and timing. I swear.
Here you can see the medal I won. And below the sheet thing with the information stuff for the fights. That I took of the wall at the end of the evening, a unique piece as all the others were thrown in the bin.
Last Sunday was my first taekwondo competition. I got a silver medal, should be pictured below somewhere. There was however only two people in my weight category, me and the other guy. It was a tiring day. I got to bed at about half 2 the night before and then I was up at eight to be a the hall by half past nine. It was then waiting around in the hall until about three thirty before my fight was on. At about three Sarah, Christine, Gavin and Mike arrive and Sarah had kindly brought me some food so I ate about half a small apple before going on. I made Mike film my fight with my camera, so for anyone that wants to see me get kicked that wasn't there, you can! Yay!
Apparently our fight was cut very short, it was supposed to be three rounds of two minutes, but ended up being shortened to two rounds of a minute and a half because they were running behind.
Overall it wasn't such a good day. My knees were hurting quite a bit at then end of it, not because of the three minutes of taekwondo, but the five hours of standing around being nervous. I should have sat down I know, but I was nervous and bored and stuff so I kept wandering around. It was worth it though. I did enjoy the competition, if you look at the video you can see after the first round where Aaron is talking to me I'm smiling quite a bit, I think I was probably very happy that the score was 2 - 2 and I hadn't suffered any major injuries.
I eventually lost 4 - 3. I was told that I did very well for my first time and I'm quite happy about it. I was chuffed to bits on Sunday about the whole thing. It wasn't until Monday afternoon walking down a road that I started to feel slightly disappointed that I didn't win. Remembering the mistakes I made, and knowing that I should have put a bit more effort in.. especially in the last few seconds. Oh well! Next time I'll get it right, and I'll take a packed lunch.
After my fight I didn't run off home, everyone else did. Which I was a bit gutted about. After five hours on my own I saw my supporters for about five minutes before I had to get ready to go on and then about three minutes after I'd finished. So I spent another couple of hours wandering around until the even finished. Was there for the issuing of trophies, we didn't win, we came fifth out of about twenty five teams. I then helped to tidy up a bit, put some mats away, awkwardly went to the bar with all the people that were keeping the competition running throughout the day, felt out of place with my pint of water, I was a bit of an outsider there. Only being with the club for a year and not really socialising with people as much as they clearly had with each other. Then at about seven Rob picked my up from Littledown Centre and I went with them, Rob, Gavin and Christine, for a meal in town. It was pretty crap, I had a cheese and pickle baguette, the pickle was on the side in a sealed Heinz plastic sauce container type thing.
The photo you see of me in the fight below cost me £8.50 so enjoy it! The photographers must have made a packet. The sat there ringside where no one else could and took masses of photos and then quickly printed up little samples so people could choose which one they wanted to buy, and then they would print out larger copies. Mine was the smallest you could buy other than the keyring, 7' by 5' print for £8.00 plus £0.50 for paying by card.
That's the picture that cost me £8.50 There were other pictures there, ones where you could see my face, ones where I was doing fancy kicks, but I went for the one that looks as if I've just floored him with a right hook. I went for the comedy one. I never did punch him, not ever, it's just the angle and timing. I swear.
Here you can see the medal I won. And below the sheet thing with the information stuff for the fights. That I took of the wall at the end of the evening, a unique piece as all the others were thrown in the bin.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Capoeira Origens do Brasil
I love capoeira! I did my fourth lesson today. It was a class at the uni. It was also the first time I played the roda. It was good ... so good.
I started about two weeks ago .. ish. I went to a class on a Wednesday. The class wasn't a beginners but I still enjoyed it, for most of the lesson I was taken aside by one person and shown the ginga. The next time I went to the more beginners class on a Tuesday. It was also good and I went there again, but today has been my favourite session so far. It was in the uni sports all in the same place where I do the uni taekwondo class. There were lots of freshers there, students with no experience, so I had about a weeks head start on them and also the instructor, Bia brought people from her other class, so there were lots of more practised capoeiristas there. Al lot of the lesson the beginners were paired with the more practised people.
Oh. I love it so much. I completely intend to do it for the rest of my life now.
Links:
Capoeira Origens do Brasil
Wiki - Capoeira
I started about two weeks ago .. ish. I went to a class on a Wednesday. The class wasn't a beginners but I still enjoyed it, for most of the lesson I was taken aside by one person and shown the ginga. The next time I went to the more beginners class on a Tuesday. It was also good and I went there again, but today has been my favourite session so far. It was in the uni sports all in the same place where I do the uni taekwondo class. There were lots of freshers there, students with no experience, so I had about a weeks head start on them and also the instructor, Bia brought people from her other class, so there were lots of more practised capoeiristas there. Al lot of the lesson the beginners were paired with the more practised people.
Oh. I love it so much. I completely intend to do it for the rest of my life now.
Links:
Capoeira Origens do Brasil
Wiki - Capoeira
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Scud & Cel Do Death 2
Phew O.K. I really do need to wash but I think writing this is more important, yes, that is because I have messed up priorities.
Is how I began writing this post this morning. You might be pleased to know that I have washed since then, although there is still mud in my hair (Why? Well, read on, read on).
I have decided to go for another method of writing this post because I am too lazy to actually write it properly. I have commented on what was already written by Celyn. I suggest that you read what he wrote on his LiveJournal so that you get it all in advance from the source before you read what I write.
Read Celyn's Side.
The way I commented was in conversation with someone on 'tMSN. So being even lazier than I should be I'm just going to copy the chat log and change it a bit to make me look better having both made the comments with hindsight and then modified them with hindsight+6. Yay.
Here goes...
22:03:57 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Did Cel tell you his lies?
22:05:07 privatenobby@hotmail.com: His side of the story, the story being "Scud & Cel Do Death 2" (Yeah, my name goes first.)?
22:05:40 someone@hotmail.com: Scud. D'you think that for once you could TRY and start at the beginning.
22:05:48 someone@hotmail.com: You could possibly speak in full sentences too.
Is this the 'lets choose between dorwning and climbing cliffs' story?
22:07:55 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Yeah.
22:08:06 someone@hotmail.com: then i have read a version of it
22:08:42 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Hm... I started writing mine this morning. I got one line into the introduction. Damn.
22:08:59 privatenobby@hotmail.com: There are half lies in it that I need to expose.
22:10:23 someone@hotmail.com: If you're going to tell me your 'true' story then go for it. otherwise...er...turnip
22:11:21 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I want to write it really. Well I suppose I could tell you and then do lots of cut and paste. That might be easier actually. And it might make it make more sense *shrug*
22:11:48 someone@hotmail.com: and i shall pretend to be interested. wow. it works out quite well.
22:29:07 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Scud came round yesterday." - True
22:29:35 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "We went to Rets with some wine and energy drinks. Watched Adam and Joe Go Tokyo! Whole series. We rock." - True True Of course true
22:29:36 someone@hotmail.com: sentence by sentence...*cries*
22:30:13 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Went home at... a time... it was still dark but fast approaching dawn. Ten to Five says the Scud half passed out behind me." - It breaks down a bit here.
22:31:47 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It was ten to five when we left Ret's, Ret kicked us out because he wanted to got to bed. The kick fuled drunken fools enquired to this poofy soberness with the question "What time is it?" After the answer we left.
22:32:30 privatenobby@hotmail.com: At this point I was not half passed out. I was drunk. Just drunk.
22:32:57 someone@hotmail.com: seems a lot more entertaining when you're half passed out. Call it artistic license
22:34:46 privatenobby@hotmail.com: If I was half passed out I would have not made the suggestion to not go back to his house, and instead only dump our bags at his house and carry on walking. I don't like it for that reason, it doesn't make sense, unconsciously you'll pick up on that, it breaks the narrative down subtly in your head, nonono, not having it.
22:35:13 privatenobby@hotmail.com: half sensible would have been much more appropriate.
22:36:00 someone@hotmail.com: i'll bear that in mind if i ever decide to make a study of it
22:36:26 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I can't be too critical however because I think he did write this as soon s we returned from our adventure where I promptly passed out and he started his writing, I think I had been awake for about 4 more hours longer than him though.
22:36:52 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "We... walked... down by the cliff fronts. He suggested this walk and i agreed through drunkeness. He suggested we transfer the walk to the beach. I agreed through drunkeness... then the tide came in."
22:46:45 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "We... walked... down by the cliff fronts. He suggested this walk and i agreed through drunkeness. He suggested we transfer the walk to the beach. I agreed through drunkeness... then the tide came in." -
This I like.. There's a bit of an ellipsis that I would like to have kept in, the walk to the cliffs, but it could be considered boring waffle and so a sensible cut to make. The agreeing through drunkenness nicely diverts responsibility for doom on to me, I'm not bothered by this, mostly because I consider it to be my fault but also because I expect him to repeatedly poke me in the eye. I would have included much more drama in the coming in of the tide. I think I will elaborate on that a bit more because it's one of funniest and most interesting bits, the change from walking drunks to situation of peril. It involved the possibility of death, I'm sure I've mentioned my recent problem with finding death funnier that it probably should be.
22:47:24 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Trapped on a little stretch of pebble beach our backs to a very unstable muddy, crumbly cliff with only a japanese fisherman for company i perhaps may have cursed Scuds name, genitals and general Scuddyness a few too many times. I manage to convince him that... while it SEEMED safe as the fisherman seemed fairly professional, that he was in fact suicidally depressed and amazingly fucking bitter which meant that our being there just made him pleased someone else was going to die with him. "
22:48:16 privatenobby@hotmail.com: The cursing I don't really remember, as I said, I expect it, nothing out of the unusual to me.
22:49:05 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I can also note that while he cursed the situation, he was loving it, and me and my me-y-ness for getting us there.
22:49:47 someone@hotmail.com: ...should i make an interested comment at this point?
22:50:00 privatenobby@hotmail.com: If you like.
22:50:16 someone@hotmail.com: oh really?
22:50:20 someone@hotmail.com: there. do continue.
22:53:29 privatenobby@hotmail.com: His convincing me of the fisherman's mentality is a reference to "Scud & Cel Do Death 1" (ohoh, another story, possibly documented in the form of poetry (might have been during my beatnik phase (a weekend sometime))). Although it was logical to assume that we weren't going to die on the drown because there was a fisherman there... the drunkeness and Cel's ability and the increasingly rising tide did actually put doubts and a little bit more fear into my mind.
22:53:57 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Eventually the tide came in so far that we (read: screaming scud) feared for our lives.
I asked Scud "Should i try and scale the cliff or try and stare down the ocean." He said the cliff so i did and started scrabbling up it in crazy ninja style."
22:55:11 privatenobby@hotmail.com: That makes me sound like a pussy. I don't remember being a pussy I remember being a little bit cold, bored and thinking about the fisherman ... he was sooo Japanese.
22:56:42 privatenobby@hotmail.com: And he tried to pin the Climbing idea on me, true I was impatient, and I may have ask/suggested it at some point, maybe many times ... but .. but .. I'm not so clear on my point here because I'm building on something I argued with Cel about while I was drunk.
22:57:55 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Crazy ninja? O.K. Crazy ninja, it's flexible I suppose, I'll give him that.
--- as part of a tangent a hand flapping was omitted here ---
23:06:50 someone@hotmail.com: No alarms and no surprises please.
the 'Japanese' fisherman never existed did he...
23:07:13 privatenobby@hotmail.com: He did exist. :D
23:07:26 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It makes me happy that he seems fictional.
23:08:18 someone@hotmail.com: i will flap my hand at you again *flaps hand*
23:08:55 privatenobby@hotmail.com: How do we know he was Japanese? I can't say for certain but he was one of the most Japenesey guys I had ever seen. Someone was holding flash cards of Asian people I would say with much confidence "Japanese".
23:09:43 someone@hotmail.com: *thinks carefully*
23:09:45 someone@hotmail.com: OK
23:10:51 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Now Scud is far more agile than me and he's generally far more skilled at the l33t-shit. He does Crazy Kung-Fu... he idolises capoeira! Anyway... he couldnt do it! He was shatting himself! He couldnt climb up as high as i did because he was too scared to move fast enough so the ground was just crumbling away beneath him... ahh, my one minor victory."
23:12:28 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Nothing to change there .. all very true. He had a drunken victory I wouldn't climb the bit he did because the risks were too high, if I slipped I was at least two broken legs, I was too scared.
23:22:03 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Then when we were going back down he was being all careful and sensible... and i was sliding on my arse than standing up and doing a boogie dance. Not stupid as i was completely aware of the situation... but perhaps foolish... anyway, we're still alive. Scud describes it as "Playing cliff-chicken." Yay. "
23:22:19 someone@hotmail.com: Now hurry up. you keep breaking up my bedtime story
--- I remind you dear reader that there were numerous tangents that have been omitted ---
23:23:01 someone@hotmail.com: although...i relj#]
23:23:25 someone@hotmail.com: *i really don't want this to be the last thing i think about before sleeping
23:23:59 privatenobby@hotmail.com: True, true, true, true. The chicken referred to the height of climb as the height generally but also the shape of the cliff made it more dangerous the more you did climb. The chicken description also explains the kind of victory I saw him having.
23:24:31 someone@hotmail.com: how symbolic. is that the end?
23:24:39 privatenobby@hotmail.com: NO!
23:24:45 someone@hotmail.com: *cower*
23:24:51 privatenobby@hotmail.com: And you know it isn't!
23:25:01 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "So the tide went out eventually. It was about 10 or 11 am by now. So we should head home the quickest way we know now right? No. We walk in the opposite direction, try a bit mroe cliff climbing. I put my hand into the clay like wall and pull it away to discover a nest of spiders... at this point i also have a massive fucking tree root EMBEDDED IN MY HAIR."
23:27:24 privatenobby@hotmail.com: The tree root.
23:27:31 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It was clearly a branch.
23:28:17 someone@hotmail.com: I was confused at the time of reading how he had managed to uproot a 'massive fucking tree' and put it on his head. But then i remembered who'd written it.
23:30:55 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It appeared to be growing out of the side of the cliff, so you would think it to be a root, but it had little bud things on it. I pointed them out to him and he still wanted to call it a root. He did compromise on "branch/root thing". It may have got stuck in his hair while climbing but it was only after he had taken it from the hill (as a memento) and we were walking back that he intentionally tangled it in his hair.
23:31:25 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "We walk untill we find some caravan ridden holiday home surrounded by a tall wire fence with barbed wire at the top. We climb it, walk through the aged campers and begin the long walk home along the road.
My organs hurts."
23:32:13 someone@hotmail.com: And they lived happily ever after.
23:32:18 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I think it was worth mentioning that there were at least two runs of barbed wire at the top, makes it sound more EXTREEEME!
23:32:30 someone@hotmail.com: hardKore
23:33:15 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I think something about the state of our bodies from the exterior should have been dropped in there too.
23:34:05 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I had piles of clay like mud stuff inside my shoes, we were both wet and muddy with clay/mud stuff.
23:34:11 someone@hotmail.com: You've not altered much of it at all. is this really necessary?
23:34:32 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It's lie exposing.
23:34:43 privatenobby@hotmail.com: A certain necessity.
23:34:49 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Damnit.
23:34:55 someone@hotmail.com: as is sleep.
23:34:59 someone@hotmail.com: Can i go now?
23:35:19 privatenobby@hotmail.com: You could have gone a while ago. ... You have my thanks.
There, I didn't mark all the places where I cut stuff out but if you care to look at the timestamps I'm sure you can get a good idea.
The person I was talking to does not have the email someone@hotmail.com if you were wondering; it is my cunning method of politely creating anonymity.
That should do for this post. I had much I really should have wrote about. Other stories related to recent pictures on my Flickr but I think this post is plenty heavy enough already.
Is how I began writing this post this morning. You might be pleased to know that I have washed since then, although there is still mud in my hair (Why? Well, read on, read on).
I have decided to go for another method of writing this post because I am too lazy to actually write it properly. I have commented on what was already written by Celyn. I suggest that you read what he wrote on his LiveJournal so that you get it all in advance from the source before you read what I write.
Read Celyn's Side.
The way I commented was in conversation with someone on 'tMSN. So being even lazier than I should be I'm just going to copy the chat log and change it a bit to make me look better having both made the comments with hindsight and then modified them with hindsight+6. Yay.
Here goes...
22:03:57 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Did Cel tell you his lies?
22:05:07 privatenobby@hotmail.com: His side of the story, the story being "Scud & Cel Do Death 2" (Yeah, my name goes first.)?
22:05:40 someone@hotmail.com: Scud. D'you think that for once you could TRY and start at the beginning.
22:05:48 someone@hotmail.com: You could possibly speak in full sentences too.
Is this the 'lets choose between dorwning and climbing cliffs' story?
22:07:55 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Yeah.
22:08:06 someone@hotmail.com: then i have read a version of it
22:08:42 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Hm... I started writing mine this morning. I got one line into the introduction. Damn.
22:08:59 privatenobby@hotmail.com: There are half lies in it that I need to expose.
22:10:23 someone@hotmail.com: If you're going to tell me your 'true' story then go for it. otherwise...er...turnip
22:11:21 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I want to write it really. Well I suppose I could tell you and then do lots of cut and paste. That might be easier actually. And it might make it make more sense *shrug*
22:11:48 someone@hotmail.com: and i shall pretend to be interested. wow. it works out quite well.
22:29:07 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Scud came round yesterday." - True
22:29:35 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "We went to Rets with some wine and energy drinks. Watched Adam and Joe Go Tokyo! Whole series. We rock." - True True Of course true
22:29:36 someone@hotmail.com: sentence by sentence...*cries*
22:30:13 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Went home at... a time... it was still dark but fast approaching dawn. Ten to Five says the Scud half passed out behind me." - It breaks down a bit here.
22:31:47 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It was ten to five when we left Ret's, Ret kicked us out because he wanted to got to bed. The kick fuled drunken fools enquired to this poofy soberness with the question "What time is it?" After the answer we left.
22:32:30 privatenobby@hotmail.com: At this point I was not half passed out. I was drunk. Just drunk.
22:32:57 someone@hotmail.com: seems a lot more entertaining when you're half passed out. Call it artistic license
22:34:46 privatenobby@hotmail.com: If I was half passed out I would have not made the suggestion to not go back to his house, and instead only dump our bags at his house and carry on walking. I don't like it for that reason, it doesn't make sense, unconsciously you'll pick up on that, it breaks the narrative down subtly in your head, nonono, not having it.
22:35:13 privatenobby@hotmail.com: half sensible would have been much more appropriate.
22:36:00 someone@hotmail.com: i'll bear that in mind if i ever decide to make a study of it
22:36:26 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I can't be too critical however because I think he did write this as soon s we returned from our adventure where I promptly passed out and he started his writing, I think I had been awake for about 4 more hours longer than him though.
22:36:52 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "We... walked... down by the cliff fronts. He suggested this walk and i agreed through drunkeness. He suggested we transfer the walk to the beach. I agreed through drunkeness... then the tide came in."
22:46:45 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "We... walked... down by the cliff fronts. He suggested this walk and i agreed through drunkeness. He suggested we transfer the walk to the beach. I agreed through drunkeness... then the tide came in." -
This I like.. There's a bit of an ellipsis that I would like to have kept in, the walk to the cliffs, but it could be considered boring waffle and so a sensible cut to make. The agreeing through drunkenness nicely diverts responsibility for doom on to me, I'm not bothered by this, mostly because I consider it to be my fault but also because I expect him to repeatedly poke me in the eye. I would have included much more drama in the coming in of the tide. I think I will elaborate on that a bit more because it's one of funniest and most interesting bits, the change from walking drunks to situation of peril. It involved the possibility of death, I'm sure I've mentioned my recent problem with finding death funnier that it probably should be.
22:47:24 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Trapped on a little stretch of pebble beach our backs to a very unstable muddy, crumbly cliff with only a japanese fisherman for company i perhaps may have cursed Scuds name, genitals and general Scuddyness a few too many times. I manage to convince him that... while it SEEMED safe as the fisherman seemed fairly professional, that he was in fact suicidally depressed and amazingly fucking bitter which meant that our being there just made him pleased someone else was going to die with him. "
22:48:16 privatenobby@hotmail.com: The cursing I don't really remember, as I said, I expect it, nothing out of the unusual to me.
22:49:05 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I can also note that while he cursed the situation, he was loving it, and me and my me-y-ness for getting us there.
22:49:47 someone@hotmail.com: ...should i make an interested comment at this point?
22:50:00 privatenobby@hotmail.com: If you like.
22:50:16 someone@hotmail.com: oh really?
22:50:20 someone@hotmail.com: there. do continue.
22:53:29 privatenobby@hotmail.com: His convincing me of the fisherman's mentality is a reference to "Scud & Cel Do Death 1" (ohoh, another story, possibly documented in the form of poetry (might have been during my beatnik phase (a weekend sometime))). Although it was logical to assume that we weren't going to die on the drown because there was a fisherman there... the drunkeness and Cel's ability and the increasingly rising tide did actually put doubts and a little bit more fear into my mind.
22:53:57 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Eventually the tide came in so far that we (read: screaming scud) feared for our lives.
I asked Scud "Should i try and scale the cliff or try and stare down the ocean." He said the cliff so i did and started scrabbling up it in crazy ninja style."
22:55:11 privatenobby@hotmail.com: That makes me sound like a pussy. I don't remember being a pussy I remember being a little bit cold, bored and thinking about the fisherman ... he was sooo Japanese.
22:56:42 privatenobby@hotmail.com: And he tried to pin the Climbing idea on me, true I was impatient, and I may have ask/suggested it at some point, maybe many times ... but .. but .. I'm not so clear on my point here because I'm building on something I argued with Cel about while I was drunk.
22:57:55 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Crazy ninja? O.K. Crazy ninja, it's flexible I suppose, I'll give him that.
--- as part of a tangent a hand flapping was omitted here ---
23:06:50 someone@hotmail.com: No alarms and no surprises please.
the 'Japanese' fisherman never existed did he...
23:07:13 privatenobby@hotmail.com: He did exist. :D
23:07:26 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It makes me happy that he seems fictional.
23:08:18 someone@hotmail.com: i will flap my hand at you again *flaps hand*
23:08:55 privatenobby@hotmail.com: How do we know he was Japanese? I can't say for certain but he was one of the most Japenesey guys I had ever seen. Someone was holding flash cards of Asian people I would say with much confidence "Japanese".
23:09:43 someone@hotmail.com: *thinks carefully*
23:09:45 someone@hotmail.com: OK
23:10:51 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Now Scud is far more agile than me and he's generally far more skilled at the l33t-shit. He does Crazy Kung-Fu... he idolises capoeira! Anyway... he couldnt do it! He was shatting himself! He couldnt climb up as high as i did because he was too scared to move fast enough so the ground was just crumbling away beneath him... ahh, my one minor victory."
23:12:28 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Nothing to change there .. all very true. He had a drunken victory I wouldn't climb the bit he did because the risks were too high, if I slipped I was at least two broken legs, I was too scared.
23:22:03 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "Then when we were going back down he was being all careful and sensible... and i was sliding on my arse than standing up and doing a boogie dance. Not stupid as i was completely aware of the situation... but perhaps foolish... anyway, we're still alive. Scud describes it as "Playing cliff-chicken." Yay. "
23:22:19 someone@hotmail.com: Now hurry up. you keep breaking up my bedtime story
--- I remind you dear reader that there were numerous tangents that have been omitted ---
23:23:01 someone@hotmail.com: although...i relj#]
23:23:25 someone@hotmail.com: *i really don't want this to be the last thing i think about before sleeping
23:23:59 privatenobby@hotmail.com: True, true, true, true. The chicken referred to the height of climb as the height generally but also the shape of the cliff made it more dangerous the more you did climb. The chicken description also explains the kind of victory I saw him having.
23:24:31 someone@hotmail.com: how symbolic. is that the end?
23:24:39 privatenobby@hotmail.com: NO!
23:24:45 someone@hotmail.com: *cower*
23:24:51 privatenobby@hotmail.com: And you know it isn't!
23:25:01 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "So the tide went out eventually. It was about 10 or 11 am by now. So we should head home the quickest way we know now right? No. We walk in the opposite direction, try a bit mroe cliff climbing. I put my hand into the clay like wall and pull it away to discover a nest of spiders... at this point i also have a massive fucking tree root EMBEDDED IN MY HAIR."
23:27:24 privatenobby@hotmail.com: The tree root.
23:27:31 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It was clearly a branch.
23:28:17 someone@hotmail.com: I was confused at the time of reading how he had managed to uproot a 'massive fucking tree' and put it on his head. But then i remembered who'd written it.
23:30:55 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It appeared to be growing out of the side of the cliff, so you would think it to be a root, but it had little bud things on it. I pointed them out to him and he still wanted to call it a root. He did compromise on "branch/root thing". It may have got stuck in his hair while climbing but it was only after he had taken it from the hill (as a memento) and we were walking back that he intentionally tangled it in his hair.
23:31:25 privatenobby@hotmail.com: "We walk untill we find some caravan ridden holiday home surrounded by a tall wire fence with barbed wire at the top. We climb it, walk through the aged campers and begin the long walk home along the road.
My organs hurts."
23:32:13 someone@hotmail.com: And they lived happily ever after.
23:32:18 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I think it was worth mentioning that there were at least two runs of barbed wire at the top, makes it sound more EXTREEEME!
23:32:30 someone@hotmail.com: hardKore
23:33:15 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I think something about the state of our bodies from the exterior should have been dropped in there too.
23:34:05 privatenobby@hotmail.com: I had piles of clay like mud stuff inside my shoes, we were both wet and muddy with clay/mud stuff.
23:34:11 someone@hotmail.com: You've not altered much of it at all. is this really necessary?
23:34:32 privatenobby@hotmail.com: It's lie exposing.
23:34:43 privatenobby@hotmail.com: A certain necessity.
23:34:49 privatenobby@hotmail.com: Damnit.
23:34:55 someone@hotmail.com: as is sleep.
23:34:59 someone@hotmail.com: Can i go now?
23:35:19 privatenobby@hotmail.com: You could have gone a while ago. ... You have my thanks.
There, I didn't mark all the places where I cut stuff out but if you care to look at the timestamps I'm sure you can get a good idea.
The person I was talking to does not have the email someone@hotmail.com if you were wondering; it is my cunning method of politely creating anonymity.
That should do for this post. I had much I really should have wrote about. Other stories related to recent pictures on my Flickr but I think this post is plenty heavy enough already.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
NPC Kung Fu
Let me begin by shamelessly pasting something that is already up here somewhere for you to read.
"I must apologise for assuming you only had one cheesy girl as a chum.
why aren't you blogging?
haven't you done anything interesting?
or are you saving yourself for a glorious review of Sam's play after you see it tonight? (I've been texting with your Mum).
Nanny Ogg
x
PS still hello Sarah dear."
It's the last comment on the previous post (at time of writing). For complete understanding of what you are about to read I strongly recommend you go back and read all the comments made on the previous post.
I'm not blogging because I got lazy.
I probably haven't done anything interesting.
Now for my glorious review: Sam's play tonight was cancelled. I went nowhere. The furthest I went today was the shop to buy milk and butter, and if it's not far enough for me to deem it necessary to put anything on my feet to go there, then you've learnt nothing about it's distance from my house.
Sarah is not listening to you! She can't hear. Although she gets the occasional mention I don't think that she reads this. Which is not an invite to test the idea by screaming abuse to see if she notices.
I've been doing kung fu while at home during the holiday to keep me from going too stiff, I haven't mentioned that on here yet I don't think. It's probably worth putting a link to the club I've been training at.
Cardiff University Nam Pai Chuan
I just noticed. The second mildly humorous martial arts shortening. World Taekwondo Federation gives you the hilarious WTF. Nam Pai Chuan gets you NPC.
Ahh, it's nice to reaffirm that I'm a geek and in the geekiest place to do that; on my blog.
"I must apologise for assuming you only had one cheesy girl as a chum.
why aren't you blogging?
haven't you done anything interesting?
or are you saving yourself for a glorious review of Sam's play after you see it tonight? (I've been texting with your Mum).
Nanny Ogg
x
PS still hello Sarah dear."
It's the last comment on the previous post (at time of writing). For complete understanding of what you are about to read I strongly recommend you go back and read all the comments made on the previous post.
I'm not blogging because I got lazy.
I probably haven't done anything interesting.
Now for my glorious review: Sam's play tonight was cancelled. I went nowhere. The furthest I went today was the shop to buy milk and butter, and if it's not far enough for me to deem it necessary to put anything on my feet to go there, then you've learnt nothing about it's distance from my house.
Sarah is not listening to you! She can't hear. Although she gets the occasional mention I don't think that she reads this. Which is not an invite to test the idea by screaming abuse to see if she notices.
I've been doing kung fu while at home during the holiday to keep me from going too stiff, I haven't mentioned that on here yet I don't think. It's probably worth putting a link to the club I've been training at.
Cardiff University Nam Pai Chuan
I just noticed. The second mildly humorous martial arts shortening. World Taekwondo Federation gives you the hilarious WTF. Nam Pai Chuan gets you NPC.
Ahh, it's nice to reaffirm that I'm a geek and in the geekiest place to do that; on my blog.
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