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Sunday, November 19, 2006

Wanker

I received an email earlier this week, notifying me that some muppet had posted a comment on YouTube about the footage I recovered of my great grandfather, Big Monkey.



redmistpete said:
"It's a fake, you idiots - look closely at the monkeys hands and you might notice that he isn't playing the right notes. Nice try though."

bigmonkey says:
"...and the fucking International YouTube Twat Of The Year Award goes to..."

Monday, November 13, 2006

One Night In The Midlands

I decided to spend Halloween with P.M. as I haven't seen her for many years.

Unfortunately Paul had to get a train back from Coventry to shitty Rugby, so we didn't get too mangled.

One Night In London

Boycotting my plans to go to Poland again, I decided to go back to England for my 'fish & chip fix' - there was also a critically unhealthy amount of curry consumed.

Crispy said that we could crash at his UCL gaff if John drove us down to London, so we got on it straight away.

His student union was way better than ours (and cheaper), but after a while we decided to fuck off to Old Street to meet Phil and Jase.



Sooz, Dan & Phil

Big Jase!

One Night In Paris

My new housemates cooked up a cracking meal.


Then we decided to go on a big fat bender in Paris. About cocking time, but it is dangerously expensive to drink in bars here. I'd better get myself a higher paid job.

I have no idea how I got home, but I was in safe hands at least.

Je ne t'oublierai jamais, Äffchen.

I loved thee, though I told thee not,
Right earlily and long.
Thou wert my joy in every spot,
My theme in every song.
And when I saw a stranger face

Where beauty held the claim,
I gave it like a secret grace
The being of thy name.
And all the charms of face or voice

Which I in others see
Are but the recollected choice
Of what I felt for thee.

John Clare (1793-1864)

Friday, November 03, 2006

Banana Guard

Today I received an email from my friend, Aaron, directing me to a rather interesting website based in Canada. I've made Paul order me one for Xmas, as they can take from four to six weeks to arrive in France.

http://www.bananaguard.com/