Thursday, December 1, 2011

Pussy in work...

Get away from me!!
In a bid to receive some momentary relief from the cauldron of pressure that is the Red Bar, I made myself a cappuccino and went out the back to sit and drink it in peace. I sat in the smoking shelter and began to brood on the days events, paying little attention to the marriott cat, who ambled slowly over looking for attention, like cats do.
As I sat thinking of the American girl on table 50 (oof madonn'), why exactly Jeremy Clarkson was on the news, and how shit this caffeine was, I was interrupted by the cat, pawing at my balls. Actually sticking it's paw through the rungs of the bench and pawing me in the testicles. As you can imagine, I almost hit the roof. The cat ran away, job done.
 Technically, I guess that's rape.
But I guess I can't complain too much.... it's not everyday a man can say he gets some pussy in work eh???
 Most action I've had this week.

Get real

How do ya know when someone has an iphone?
They tell you.

Ok it's an old joke, and not as relevant now because loads of people have them, but it's one I still manage a snide chuckle at. Especially when someone's Ipod battery dies a few hours after leaving the house. Or when someone's Ipod breaks for absolutely no reason. Or when someone tries repeatedly to get on the internet, strain and anger evident on their face, only to eventually realise their valiant efforts have been in vain due to lack of signal...
 Eh, HELLO!? If you can't go on the internet, DO something else.

Man, the internet at my finger tips is one thing I can really do without. When I'm out and about, do I really want to be checking my Facebook updates every 5 minutes?? If I have a spare minute to myself, do I really want the first thing that comes into my head to be to do with online social networking!!?? I'm on these sites enough when I'm at home, I don't want them following me like a bad habit when I'm away from a computer... I'd say for students and young people of my generation, Facebook is the ultimate bastion of procrastination.
 BORING
 And here, Do I really need an app that tells me how long it's gonna take my beer to get to a certain temperature after I put it in the fridge???

Iphones have great features no doubt. The camera on it is pretty cool, the best a mobile phone has probably. But if taking photos was my thing I'd just buy a whopper camera, for probably the same price. Obviously, they have great memory and can store lots of information. Gotta compensate for a 10 hour lifespan eh?
They also have really cool language features. Like for instance, you can speak English into the phone and then it converts it to Spanish or French or whatever and plays what you said back for someone to listen to in their native language. That's a really cool feature.. but down the line is the likes of that just gonna make people lazy? Why bother learning something new when my phone will do it for me?

I'll make no bones about my phone..it is OLD. What's the average life of a phone?? I dunno, but my phone is 5 years old. And in phone years, that's vintage son. It also resembles an incomplete sculpture by a 1st year art student and has broken apart half a hundred times. BUT... it has never stopped working.

Along the evolutionary line of phones, it came just after the brick era and it can therefore fit in my pocket easily. It phones people and can text people. For fuck sake, it even had a camera ( it also add a light, a back cover, and a few superfluous appendages that have not lasted the test of time). All casualties of war.
My phone is but a simple tool.
It's something I can live without for a few hours too.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

A wise old..... teenager!?

He looked like this at one stage
..just not as colourful


My dad TP is a very wise man. A free thinker, a man whose sage-like wisdom ( which is far too mind-blowing to go into great detail in this medium, though I am giving you a snippet) would, in another place and another time, surely have led to him to great eminence. 


Perhaps as a village elder. 


Perhaps the only reason he is not is because of his recent admission that he still basically a teenager.


 Well maybe not the only reason... I have seen his vast record collection, and shudder when I think of what exactly he was doing back in the 70's when listening to albums like "Tone Float" by The Organisation... I hadn't heard of them either, but their music is MENTAL. This record collection actually lends him an eminence of sorts, at least among myself and some of my friends, but that's for another post, another day..


He is also the only person I know called TP. 


But back to this admission of being a teenager. So picture this. The whole family are at the dinner table, and it went something like this. Mum called TP " a big child" for whatever reason ( of which there are many). TP shrugged. 
"I'm glad"
You're what??...
Now get ready for some TP lyricism, for the man has a way with words. What he said won't have as much weight attached to it in this format, but I'm trying my best here. I'm only the messenger. Maybe you had to be there, but anyway...

" I'm glad I'm still basically a teenager. I'll always be. Most men are...., and most women aren't...
 ( dramatic pause, as my sister and mum actually started listening)
 Most women never were. They were born as adults, and have always thought as adults, always wanting to do the sensible and right things. And because of that they haven't had as fulfilling and enjoyable a childhood as most boys."

And he went back to his dinner as we all looked on. 

Deep, poignant stuff eh???


When I grow up I want to be a teenager like my dad.
He is 57. 

Friday, November 25, 2011

Ooooooooohhhnly in Dreams

He knows what I'm talking about

I toyed with writing this post in an elaborate fashion, with rambling passages about fantastical dreams and sleep-time flights of fantasy involving fame, success, yachts, money, football, and Kelly Brook ( all separately of course... though come to think of it, some combinations would work... use your imagination, it's what dreaming is for)

 If you don't have an imagination, you don't have dreams. That's not to say if you have a great imagination ( I like to imagine I do), you can only dream about really cool or random and strange surreal things. You may dream of things that are completely normal, like having a beard or walking a dog or falling ( just before you wake up - I'm sure you know how it feels like)

Or you may have a dream like this...

Last night I dreamt it was a snowy Christmas. I was in a warm living room. Beautiful Christmas Tree by the fire. Everything basked in an orange warm glow.
 I was giving a friend a present for Christmas and I watched as she unwrapped it.

 And unwrapped it...

 And unwrapped it...

 ..Her eyes lit up. It was a roll from Spar. A baguette, packed to the gills and wrapped in plastic.
 She looked at me with a " How did you know!?" expression. I nonchalantly smiled back like Pierce Brosnan.
 The parent's said it was a very cute and funny present. I was basked in glory.
Admittedly, the roll did look amazing.

And then I woke up.

Ridiculous and bizarre. I hope I have a better dream tonight.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Y'all better bow down

   Here is John Terry, the scumbag who somehow captains England, the man recently accused of racism and the man proven of shagging one of his best friend's girlfriends ( I know it's always the woman's fault, but I'm still holding it against him) finally getting a bit of sense and therefore a small ounce of my respect, for bowing down and paying homage to the Dutch master Robin Van Persie, an artist who should be held in the same regard as Van Gogh.

" I am not worthy, master"

Monday, October 17, 2011

Wayne Rooney kills two birds with one stone.

Wayne Rooney has a head for football.

Literally.

Reports from Old Trafford indicate the club have been taking advantage of Wayne Rooney's recent hair transplant, with small 5 a-side training exercise's taking place on the astroturf style surface.

It is believed that Wayne Rooney, the ultimate team player, had held discussions with Sir Alex Ferguson about training ground development, prior to the decision to actually get the small training pitch transplanted onto his head.
Rooney turns up for training
When questioned on the matter, Rooney expressed that he wasn't too worried about taking a few knocks, stating he might get Nemanja Vidic to slidetackle through his eyebrow,  " to make me look cool".






  

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

RIP Steve Jobs ....... SERIOUSLY!!??

It's Facebook
It's Oct 5th
This is my News Feed :

RIP Steve Jobs
RIP Steve Jobs
RIP Steve Jobs
RIP Steve Jobs
RIP Steve Jobs
etc,etc,etc....




Now I'm so sorry for all those people who lost their close friend and brother, Steve Jobs.

But for all you sanctimonious showboats out there... Get a life