Archive | January, 2009

Dear Diary

31 Jan

The highest form of flattery is imitation – In that globally recognised phrase I will leave you with this SlightlyIgnorant link and begin a journey of creation and expansion. Character development.

31st January 2009,

Following recent developments in life I have decided to keep this small journal. With so many mysteries unsolved, so many questions unanswered I have set out on a quest.

Today I was introduced to Thomas H Lietwierg, a charming fellow from the Northern regions who I am told is interested in some of the unexplained disappearances in the outer regions.
I myself have been looking into these but have decided to not share all of my information until I know more about this fellow. His charm is obvious and sincere and yet – I do not trust him. There is a certain something about the man I cannot place, whether it be the pure whiteness of his skin or the slight limp – something is seriously unusual and off putting, of course I could be wrong but I have fallen into similar trap’s before. Not willing to be as vulnerable and fearful again I think I’ll hold back,  at least for now…

Enters our odd nameless and thoughtless character – let us see if he will grow into a real being, someone who’s adventure’s I would want to follow…

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Internal Monologue’s and MP3’s

28 Jan

The night’s here are still getting dark early. It’s 5pm and I’m walking up Regent Street, when I come to a crossing. At the edge of the road waiting patiently. MP3 going in my ear and being generally happy and focused. The street’s are busy with shopper’s, tourists and travellers. We have business men and women all trying to get home and to meetings. Rush hour is upon us.

The road I am about to cross enters onto Regent street and as such is very busy. I look left, look right and notice a car coming towards us from oxford street very fast.

Suddenly, for reason’s I cannot fathom a lady on my right decides now is a good time to sprint across the road and thus causing the oncoming car to screech to a stop. Did I mention it was raining?

So we have me with my MP3 player waiting patiently, in the dark, cold and wet. Traversing a very busy part of London at a very busy part of the day. My thoughts on the matter were very simple and to the point.

“Stupid Bitch” I said.

Looking to my left I realise there is a women,  standing staring at me. ‘Shit’ I think – Instead of muttering to myself I have made the mistake of saying quite clearly and loudly what was on my mind. What should have been an internal monologue – an insult never uttered. Has turned instead to an unprovoked attack on an innocent bystander. All of this because of my MP3 player blaring in my ear’s, clearly I can’t hear myself think and as such have basically shouted and splurted my thoughts for all to know.

“OMG” I exclaim with my face reddening at the realisation “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that I”
She’s laughing and looks at me “I know, it’s the only way to meet people now days”
“That’s true, have a good evening, and again I’m so sorry”

The moral of this story should be clear to anyone. Be careful what you think, or maybe it’s something to do with the evils and perils of modern technology. You decide.

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Cometh the time of the Teabag

26 Jan

Cometh the time of the teabag.

I think we all go through certain stage’s in live. These are not nescessarilly age related or relevant but happen when our heart’s and mind’s reach an impasse. Be it with the world or against’s ones own body.

I hope I have passed through one. Stronger and more focused. Understanding better.

This blog started as a point of exploration – A chance to expel the arrogant side of myself, what better way to talk about yourself? I have spoken about believes, idea’s and thoughts of every kind.  Ranging from events that have haunted me for many years, following to talks around politics, religious ideas or just traveling . I have realised something important though. This journey has been one that I have shared with my reader’s – opening my heart out to the world in the hopes of finding myself. I think I have found more than that. I have found friend’s. Those of you that follow my ramblings each have amazing talent’s, be it in writing, photography or even an unrivalled ability to be selfless. For that I thank you.

Writing in this medium has made me realise my believes about life and about people. Even if my strongest believe is a conviction that I believe truly in nothing.

Now I find myself at a point where the thoughts have settled – the dreams and nightmare’s live on inside my head but for now the most pressing matter’s seem to involve teabags and packing. Cometh the time…

I don’t know about the moving on post – I don’t think I’m the kind of person that would say goodbye – it’s been fun, see you around. I’d just fade into obscurity and slowly let month’s of work and writing dissappear into nothing. I think this post is more about recognising the change’s that have come over me. I have had it commented on without prompting by other’s so I know it’s noticeable. I feel like im opening another door in my life and sad as it is I can feel the past closing behind me. Friend’s and memory drifting to just that. A memory…


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Saturday Night Stupidities

25 Jan

Last night was a bit random – It involved Ultimate Sparklers and Eating random crap. Here’s a video of me eating a teabag. WARNING: Explicit Content- a.k.a me swearing like a bit of a tw*t



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Swing

24 Jan

Something to strive for, a life – not worth to die for.  But only word’s here I live for. Maybe, just swing life away.

Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, are we just getting more lost?

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

[Chorus]
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave ’til the end
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand

I’ve been here so long; think that its time to move
The winter’s so cold summer’s over too soon
so let’s pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I’ve got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we’ve had some times I wouldn’t trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

[Chorus]
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave ’til the end
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand, until you hold my hand

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

[Chorus]
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave ’til the end
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away

Mainstream, accessible punk revival song by Rise Against but even so the lyrics mean so much to me. They appeal to my nature and let me dream of a better life. To not worry – to dream of seeing the world. To not let the little thing’s get you down and to know that there is always value in people and relationships.

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Name-ist

23 Jan

I know you can be racist, prejudice, and all the others. What I wonder is – can you be Name-ist. Can you really be negative about a person just because of their name. Is it right to judge based on a name….Here’s the situation:

In a supermarket near me there is a very pretty girl working behind one of the counter’s. I see her when I go in their, fairly often. Today she was very smiley and I wanted to say Hi. But then I saw her name tag, instead I thanked her and walked away.
Now that sound’s silly but being a bit of a git I don’t think I’d be able to keep my face straight whenever I spoke to her. Let alone dating. Her name – “Fatima”, this is no word of a lie. I walked back to work imagining nick names for her, and cute little way’s couples have of calling each other. Like you speak to a baby – “Who’s a pretty girl then, that’s right your my little fatty whatty”.
I could imagine calling out to her in the street like I do with my other friends -“Hey, Fatty” – is it short for something maybe??

And that’s my Name-ist confession.

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Interpretation

14 Jan

Everything I write is open to interpretation. It’s like that song “Your so Vain” particularly the lyrics – “I bet you think this song is about you” – Well here’s my gift to you all that read the post’s here and think. I bet this post is about me…your so vain.

The reason for this post is that I recently (Sunday) had a surge in traffic and a lot of hits to old post’s – I can only assume someone who knows me has found my site and read through it all…I could be wrong, but this is my message out their to everyone really. Don’t be as arrogant as me, none of this really is about you.

p.s – if it is based on the stats (au isp) then this post really is about you. Isn’t that ironic. Nice to see you here by the way,  hope your well and if you visit again then leave a comment 🙂



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