So picture the scene. I'm sat alone in a well lit room tripping of my tits on caffeine, and wonder why the fuck there's nothing of interest on the internet. Suddenly after staring for a moment at the hat that is worth more than my bollocks, I remember a blog of a certain Mr D. I read it, laugh, and decide to write this spoof.
Just several hours ago I had 80+ fresher minions all relying of me for road safety and passage to more alcohol. We promise them a game involving condoms and a carrot, sadly this never comes for fruition.
To do this spoof justice, this paragraph needs to contain something neurotic, awkward and just a little bit of an over-share. The only story of the night that seems to fit the bill is one which I don't care to go into, so you'll have to make do with the admission that my paranoia has made me decide that I've ballsed something up, despite there being no direct evidence too suggest such.
"Excuse me, but is this the way to the toilet?" says one fresher. This is because I realised that this spoof does not work unless I stick quotes everywhere.
As you can tell by now, I'm not much of a blog writer. I will leave you with this promise though: had I chosen to tell the story of tonight, and tell it in my own way, it would be far more interesting. That, and it would contain far more commas.
Monday, 27 September 2010
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Popping My Cherry
Well hello there. I've always fancied doing a blog, but never bothered because no one would care what I have to say. Now I realise however that's really not the point. So here I go.
Most of my last few weeks have been spend doing very little. I've painted with the help of of 2 beautiful assistants, I've done a little bit of preliminary work for an open mic night I'm playing at, and I've eaten a lot of pizza.
That sounds like a diary. Is that what a blog is, or is it a self indulgent rant or what?
In future I wont be writing anything unless I deem it worthwhile.
So now I'm going to go to the kitchen, and if the chlorine gas has dissipated (maybe I should have told that story) make myself some lunch. Toodle Bye x x
Most of my last few weeks have been spend doing very little. I've painted with the help of of 2 beautiful assistants, I've done a little bit of preliminary work for an open mic night I'm playing at, and I've eaten a lot of pizza.
That sounds like a diary. Is that what a blog is, or is it a self indulgent rant or what?
In future I wont be writing anything unless I deem it worthwhile.
So now I'm going to go to the kitchen, and if the chlorine gas has dissipated (maybe I should have told that story) make myself some lunch. Toodle Bye x x
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