Saturday Afternoon @ Tower Bridge

Me and Sue

Can you please pass me the blonde?

This weekend one of my mom's closest and oldest (in their friensdship, not actual age) came to England, and before heading up north decided to spend the weekend with me. I havent seen my 'Aunty Sue' for almost a year now, so it was really nice catching up again. Because their friendship has lasted alot longer than the time that I have been on this earth, it would make sense that I would have been friends with Sue's 2 daughters, Lisa and Aimee (french spelling).

During one of our conversations about our childhood friendships, I remembered something that feels like a movie scene from my life. Myself and Lisa and Aimee (the younger one) were colouring in pictures, trying our hardest not to go out the lines, as that would just spoil the picture, no matter how dull or out of place the colours may have seemed, keeping inside the lines was all that mattered. So there we are lying on the floor colouring in the pictures, when Aimee says to me 'please pass me the blonde', without hesitation I picked up the yellow crayon, knowing exactly what she meant and passed it to her. (at least that is what my gold fish resembling memory allows me ot remember)

If I were asked that same question today I would certainly have a differnet response, cause if I did in fact have a 'blonde' there is no way I would be passing her to anyone, and if I didnt have a blonde and someone asked me to pass them the blonde, I would have absolutely no idea what they were talking about.

Football Fantasy

If anyone reading this doesnt know by now that Liverpool have just won the European Cup then they are clearly not making an effort to read any news, or listen to passing conversation. If you live in the UK there is no way that you would not know this, with newspapers covering the story for the last few days by dedicating front pages and pull out specials entirely to Liverpool, you have no chance of avoiding it.

Watching the game in a local pub surrounded by english football fans, good looking english girls, a few pints of fosters and some food to make me think I can drink more, I felt no differerent at all. The feeling I'm talking about? Looking at a team of football players and knowing that they get paid ridiculous amounts of money to kick a plastic ball around a field of grass, while grown men scream, cry and get pounched in the face all because they want these other grown men to kick the ball into a net. Now I know some will say that the teams create millions of jobs by selling shirts, various souvenirs, maintaing the grounds, etc etc. Does that still justify a 20 year old getting paid £50 000 a week? I dont know many people that earn more than that in a year over here.

But however, I do realise that this is one of those pointless arguments, like trying to get your best friend to admit that DC comics are now better than Marvel, or that the radeon x800 is so much better than an fx5900, I realise this, but it is these arguments that really dont have an answer that I enjoy most. Stupid football game.

at least I dont call it soccer anymore :P

Intelligent Cannabis smokers?

While browsing www.allinlondon.co.uk, I came accross this, a March through London promoting the legalisation of Canabis:

The Cannabis March will be a 'Carnival Style' procession through central London uniting a diverse group of people who essentially believe that the cannabis laws are unworkable in practice and immoral in principle. Bring humour, drums and whistles!The Cannabis Education Rally in Trafalgar Square will feature expert speakers from the world of cannabis and hemp and prohibition,with stalls and information zones. All invited.full details at- http://www.cannabistrust.com

Dont these people know that 'Magic Mushrooms' are soon to be made illegal in the UK? With that happening, why on earth would the government legalise weed?

And who knew that there were 'expert speakers' on cannabis?

Another Victim... I mean new arrival

In case none of you have heard, Ronald James Wishart Junior will be arriving in London sometime in June. After years of wanting to come to the land of milk and honey (beer and no money) he has taken the plunge, bitten the bullet, and has decided to join the other million South Africans in London making Hundreds of thousands of pounds in the land that throws money at you! ha ha, if only. Money isnt really the issue over here as everyone soon learns after being in london for a few months, its more about being able to go anywhere in the world for the cost of a weeks wages, thats the beauty of being in London, and with Ronald being here, I'm sure we'll be doing loads of travelling.

The beers are waiting Ronald!

My Friday 13th Movie List

If i had to line up the movies for Friday 13th these would be them:
(in no specific order)

1. Scream
2. Halloween
3. Sleepwalkers
4. Brainscan
5. Phantoms

Other potentials:
6. Pet Cemetry
7. Carrie

List your top 5 movies for Friday the 13th. Dont be boring and just read this without leaving your list.

My favourite Friday

If you, along with more than 20 million Americans, suffer from triskaidekaphobia, then perhaps you should be extra careful on Friday. Triskaidekaphobia is the fear of Friday the 13th.
- (IOL Online; 13/05/2005)

How weird is that, people actually being scared of friday the 13th, maybe they watched Halloween and Friday the 13th one too many times. On top of that, try saying 'triskaidekaphobia', I'm not sure which is weirder, the fear or the word itself.

What sucks about being in London is that on days like today you cant gather up all your friends and watch a couple of horror movies that most would have seen about 10 times already, the reason for this is not lack of friends, its the lack of desire to do those kind of things, I suppose with a pub every 5 metres in this country its understandable.

I cant remember the last time that we actually did this back home, but next time I'm in that beautiful country called home, I want everyone reading this to know what I expect of them come the next Friday 13th.

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Okay, so I havent blogged in ages, there are a number of reasons for this, which I'm not going to go into, I just havent felt like writing anything.

I wrote this a while ago when i got a cold:

Being sick in London really sucks, for a number of reasons. The first being that living on your own, or in a houseshare you have no one to look after you, or bring you breakfast in bed (the big baby that I am). On top of this, if you haven’t bothered to go through the gruelling task of registering with a NHS doctor (not the most qualified people), you wont be seeing one, as it takes weeks to register, only to be told that there aren’t any available doctors in your area. If you are lucky enough to find one, the chances of living in that area for longer than 6 months are about 50/50, which means you need to go through the task of finding a new doctor in your new area again. The other alternative is if you have hundreds of pounds, you could go to a private doctor, who will probably tell you the same thing as the useless NHS doctor which is that ‘you have a cough, take one of these every morning for 6 months’ by which time you would have already worked out only now you’re left with a much larger bill.

So my conclusion is… don’t get sick in London, and if you really have to, make sure you go through the unpleasant task of finding a NHS doctor, otherwise you’ll be greeted with even more pleasantries found in the government hospital waiting rooms (drunk and drugged up thugs wanting to steal your teeth).

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While my parents were here last week, I took them to just about every single tourist attraction in London (there is way too much to do in one entry, so I'll be writing about it over the next few weeks), it was loads of fun and I got to see things that I hadnt seen before. But one of the best things from last week, came from Madame Tausaddes, and it only cost £2, 50. It was a little 'shock pen', the immense amounts of joy that this pen has given me is unexpalainable, some may say it is evil and sadistic to laugh at others misfortunes, but seeing the shock on these peoples faces when they try and put the pen on only to be greeted with a rather strong shock and buzzing sound is hilarious! Ask Chris and Dayne they know all about it. I've been giving it to all my work colleagues today and am just waiting for one of them to either place a complaint against me or drop dead from the shock that would stop a weak heart. Either way it provides hours of laughs for me, ha ha ha.