January
Sucked
Febuary
Sucked
March
Sucked
April
Sucked
May
Sucked even more
June
Suprisingly alright, my bands first gig
July
Sucked
August
Moved into Layton, fantastic
September
My birthday - Sucked
October
Sucked
November
Pretty sucky
December
Total sucked
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Christmas comes but once a year,
And thank god for that,
It's bloody dear!
So, yep, it's that time of year again people, the season of goodwill, AKA the season of being nice to those who piss you right off and then you have to write them a christmas card, even though you quite frankly couldn't give a toss if they were found dead in the gutter (I am thinking of a certain parents boyfriend here).
I have been a right scrooge face this year, I have only gotten family members and close friends xmas cards, and only gotten my parents christmas presents, well, getting, as I am getting my dads xmas present tomorrow, and how did I afford his bloody expensive christmas present.
CAROL SINGING!!
But, oh no, none of that
"We wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year" *holds hand out expecting a few quid* bullshit, nope, not for me, I went round the houses in my local area, with my guitar singing Slade's famous xmas song, "Merry Christmas Everybody", and in just over an hour, I made fifteen quid, which quite nicely has bought me two bottles of cheap plonk, and £10 to go towards the £5 i already have to get my dads christmas presant tomorrow. I feel kind of bad spending £15 on my dad, and only £8 on my mum, but I feel my dad deserves it, he has had a shit year, what with my mum leaving him for a piece of shit, being homeless for a period of time, living with my grandad, living in a grey box room of a flat in St.Annes (it was horrible to see him there, and typing about it gives me bad memories of a time I never want to see again), whilst my mum had our home in Fleetwood with a piece of shit, and a murderer of a brother threatening my dad to keep away otherwise he will beat him up worse than last time.
Thankfully, this part of the year has gone, it'll soon be 2007, and a brand new year, when the horrible things of this year can be forgotten! So yes, on Christmas day, my dad will have his Windy Miller statuette that he has wanted for a fair few months now.
So, another thing I am getting sick to my back teeth of, playing fucking Last Christmas by Wham! And we have only played it once at a gig, but it's a total crap song to play, and for the record, I never really wanted to do it, I wanted to do Christmas Time by Cliff Richard!! Alas, I couldnt find chords for it anywhere!
Oh, in other news, TEPODD is expanding, alongside new recruit, Arran B on Keyboards, Jimmy Kage from Blackpools Senton Bombs, will be joining on trumpet and violin!!
Booyah!!
Merry Christmas all, and a happy new year!!
Kristoff xXxXx
It's bloody dear!
So, yep, it's that time of year again people, the season of goodwill, AKA the season of being nice to those who piss you right off and then you have to write them a christmas card, even though you quite frankly couldn't give a toss if they were found dead in the gutter (I am thinking of a certain parents boyfriend here).
I have been a right scrooge face this year, I have only gotten family members and close friends xmas cards, and only gotten my parents christmas presents, well, getting, as I am getting my dads xmas present tomorrow, and how did I afford his bloody expensive christmas present.
CAROL SINGING!!
But, oh no, none of that
"We wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year" *holds hand out expecting a few quid* bullshit, nope, not for me, I went round the houses in my local area, with my guitar singing Slade's famous xmas song, "Merry Christmas Everybody", and in just over an hour, I made fifteen quid, which quite nicely has bought me two bottles of cheap plonk, and £10 to go towards the £5 i already have to get my dads christmas presant tomorrow. I feel kind of bad spending £15 on my dad, and only £8 on my mum, but I feel my dad deserves it, he has had a shit year, what with my mum leaving him for a piece of shit, being homeless for a period of time, living with my grandad, living in a grey box room of a flat in St.Annes (it was horrible to see him there, and typing about it gives me bad memories of a time I never want to see again), whilst my mum had our home in Fleetwood with a piece of shit, and a murderer of a brother threatening my dad to keep away otherwise he will beat him up worse than last time.
Thankfully, this part of the year has gone, it'll soon be 2007, and a brand new year, when the horrible things of this year can be forgotten! So yes, on Christmas day, my dad will have his Windy Miller statuette that he has wanted for a fair few months now.
So, another thing I am getting sick to my back teeth of, playing fucking Last Christmas by Wham! And we have only played it once at a gig, but it's a total crap song to play, and for the record, I never really wanted to do it, I wanted to do Christmas Time by Cliff Richard!! Alas, I couldnt find chords for it anywhere!
Oh, in other news, TEPODD is expanding, alongside new recruit, Arran B on Keyboards, Jimmy Kage from Blackpools Senton Bombs, will be joining on trumpet and violin!!
Booyah!!
Merry Christmas all, and a happy new year!!
Kristoff xXxXx
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Bastarding sodding grumping moaning whinging twat.
Yes, thats me. Honest, I really do hate many things, and today I am going to take some time out of whinging about them outloud, to whinge about them via my fingers.
It's a bit hard being a middle aged bloke in the body of a 19 year old, things piss me off that shouldn't piss me off, and for me, the one big one I should understand, but don't, is technology. I am crap with it, give me a phone I break it within a short amount of time, it takes me about an hour of constant messing about with the leads, restarting the pc, etc, just to upload a couple of photos onto that internet phenomena that is Myspace. I shan't put a link onto it, I'm addicted, thats bad enough. Now, yeah, you must have already figured my camera is a camera phone. WRONG! No, it's a camera. I fucking hate people calling me on it, firstly it buzzes in my ear and is annoying, secondly, I ditest talking to people on the phone, especially when I am in public. When I am on the bus, one thing that annoys me so much to the point of me exploding with rage is people, in the almost Trigger Happy TV stylee, shouting down their mobiles. It makes me want to go to them and pull their phone away from their ear so they can concentrate on me, and explain, that just because their boyfriend/girlfriend/child/parent/spouse/other is 20 miles away, it does NOT mean they have to shout to them, the microphone in the mobile will pick up their voice.
So anyway, I don't like talking on my phone in public for that very reason, the fact that someone could listen in on my conversation scares me, I'm a private person. The other reason for me not wanting my mobile phone on me, is the only people who ring me is my cousin, Phil, and my mum. Both of whom are quite dull to talk to on the phone, the conversation mainly consists of listening to them breating. All in all, I really REALLY hate mobile phones.
So, at the moment, I am really starving and there is no food I can eat in the house, my dad ate all the chips, instant mash, etc, the stuff that you can have with fish, or pie, or sausages. This is annoying because I haven't eaten all day now. Whilst I am on the topic of food, Greggs.
Greggs and Hampsons are the most evil places on earth. They annoy me from the second I step in the shop. I put one foot through the door, there they are like a pack of lions making the sudden attack on their unsuspecting prey.
"Yes please?"
The woman behind the counter asks with a forced cheeriness to her voice... this is instantly annoying, because I haven't yet devoloped the skill of foresight, enabling me to know exactly what I want to buy as soon as I walk into the shop. I feel like shouting "You don't know me as a regular, you don't know exactly what I am going to have, and are asking "yes please" just because its part of your job!"
I mean, christ! Is it too much to ask for a little space when I go in so I can have a look what there is? So, anyway, after you have ignored her battle cry of "Yes please?", you go to look what is in stock to munch on. You look up. Her gaze follows you across the units. There is no escape, you're in her lair, you need to get something. Your mind starts to panic, you can feel it in her mind thinking "Hurry up, I wanna get back to chatting to Sheila", you can't believe she is willing you on using mind power, how rude!
You are left with the one option, Pasty or Baguette? Now, from a glance both look nice, I will use the example I was last confronted with when I made the mistake of popping into Greggs.
Steak Pasty or Turkey and Stuffing Baguette.
Both sound lovely, but look closer, the pasty will have contents the temperature and viscosity of magma 2miles below our feet, is guaranteed to burn the roof of your mouth and your tongue, so you are left with no sense of flavour for three days till the cells build back, or the cold baguette.
Oh sorry, I forgot to mention the third ingredient in the Turkey and Stuffing Baguette...
Mayonaisse.
Don't get me wrong, I love mayonaisse, but only when used right, and I can tell you now that stuffing and mayonaisse should NEVER meet. I didn't know this until I had foolishly bought the baguette however, although I still would have chosen the crappy texture of mayo and stuffing over the crappy texture of magma, but at least the pasty would have tasted nicer.
Anyways, what it all comes down to is never buy food at Greggs or Hampsons, you're treated like an inconvenience and you end up with crap food either way.
Oh, and the doughnuts are too fatty.
I'll be back for more grumping when my fingers aren't so sore.
It's a bit hard being a middle aged bloke in the body of a 19 year old, things piss me off that shouldn't piss me off, and for me, the one big one I should understand, but don't, is technology. I am crap with it, give me a phone I break it within a short amount of time, it takes me about an hour of constant messing about with the leads, restarting the pc, etc, just to upload a couple of photos onto that internet phenomena that is Myspace. I shan't put a link onto it, I'm addicted, thats bad enough. Now, yeah, you must have already figured my camera is a camera phone. WRONG! No, it's a camera. I fucking hate people calling me on it, firstly it buzzes in my ear and is annoying, secondly, I ditest talking to people on the phone, especially when I am in public. When I am on the bus, one thing that annoys me so much to the point of me exploding with rage is people, in the almost Trigger Happy TV stylee, shouting down their mobiles. It makes me want to go to them and pull their phone away from their ear so they can concentrate on me, and explain, that just because their boyfriend/girlfriend/child/parent/spouse/other is 20 miles away, it does NOT mean they have to shout to them, the microphone in the mobile will pick up their voice.
So anyway, I don't like talking on my phone in public for that very reason, the fact that someone could listen in on my conversation scares me, I'm a private person. The other reason for me not wanting my mobile phone on me, is the only people who ring me is my cousin, Phil, and my mum. Both of whom are quite dull to talk to on the phone, the conversation mainly consists of listening to them breating. All in all, I really REALLY hate mobile phones.
So, at the moment, I am really starving and there is no food I can eat in the house, my dad ate all the chips, instant mash, etc, the stuff that you can have with fish, or pie, or sausages. This is annoying because I haven't eaten all day now. Whilst I am on the topic of food, Greggs.
Greggs and Hampsons are the most evil places on earth. They annoy me from the second I step in the shop. I put one foot through the door, there they are like a pack of lions making the sudden attack on their unsuspecting prey.
"Yes please?"
The woman behind the counter asks with a forced cheeriness to her voice... this is instantly annoying, because I haven't yet devoloped the skill of foresight, enabling me to know exactly what I want to buy as soon as I walk into the shop. I feel like shouting "You don't know me as a regular, you don't know exactly what I am going to have, and are asking "yes please" just because its part of your job!"
I mean, christ! Is it too much to ask for a little space when I go in so I can have a look what there is? So, anyway, after you have ignored her battle cry of "Yes please?", you go to look what is in stock to munch on. You look up. Her gaze follows you across the units. There is no escape, you're in her lair, you need to get something. Your mind starts to panic, you can feel it in her mind thinking "Hurry up, I wanna get back to chatting to Sheila", you can't believe she is willing you on using mind power, how rude!
You are left with the one option, Pasty or Baguette? Now, from a glance both look nice, I will use the example I was last confronted with when I made the mistake of popping into Greggs.
Steak Pasty or Turkey and Stuffing Baguette.
Both sound lovely, but look closer, the pasty will have contents the temperature and viscosity of magma 2miles below our feet, is guaranteed to burn the roof of your mouth and your tongue, so you are left with no sense of flavour for three days till the cells build back, or the cold baguette.
Oh sorry, I forgot to mention the third ingredient in the Turkey and Stuffing Baguette...
Mayonaisse.
Don't get me wrong, I love mayonaisse, but only when used right, and I can tell you now that stuffing and mayonaisse should NEVER meet. I didn't know this until I had foolishly bought the baguette however, although I still would have chosen the crappy texture of mayo and stuffing over the crappy texture of magma, but at least the pasty would have tasted nicer.
Anyways, what it all comes down to is never buy food at Greggs or Hampsons, you're treated like an inconvenience and you end up with crap food either way.
Oh, and the doughnuts are too fatty.
I'll be back for more grumping when my fingers aren't so sore.
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