Monday, 29 September 2008
Tabloid Masquerade
Frown Daily
Scream Daily
Be brain-washed Daily
Feel Apathy Daily
Pre-judge Daily
Dictate Daily
Withdraw Daily
Have Nightmares Daily
Encourage Ignorance Daily
Feel nothing Daily
Make ill-informed judgements Daily
Voice sympathy for facism Daily
Support the BNP Daily
Suspend rational thought Daily
Shock Yourself Daily
Victory!
Conker competition co-organised by my good self went very well yesterday.
Oh yeah and WE WON!!!
Considering two of our team didn't know how to play until about 3 hours before the tournament, it was pretty incredible!
6th Brighton, the Brighton District Cubs Conker Champions 2oo8!
Oh yeah and WE WON!!!
Considering two of our team didn't know how to play until about 3 hours before the tournament, it was pretty incredible!
6th Brighton, the Brighton District Cubs Conker Champions 2oo8!
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Poor vs Rich. Poor wins!
Brighton 2-2 Man City (5-3 pens)
Manchester City suffered an embarrassing Carling Cup exit after being beaten on penalties by Brighton.
Enough said! What a night! No result this season will top this one!
The richest club in the world beaten deservedly by one of the poorest. Capitalism is the way of the foolish man!
Manchester City suffered an embarrassing Carling Cup exit after being beaten on penalties by Brighton.
Enough said! What a night! No result this season will top this one!
The richest club in the world beaten deservedly by one of the poorest. Capitalism is the way of the foolish man!
Tribute: There is nothing worse than...
For one night only... a tribute to another blog.
Yesterday I left you with the false impression that 'I have nothing going on'. This is never true for me, I should have made the slight alteration of adding 'of interest' in between 'nothing' and 'going on'.
Today I went and taught deaf teenagers. Aha I thought! This will produce enough fodder for a mighty fine blog, with many amusing anecdotes (mocking me more than anything else).
Actually the day was rather bland and dull, being left with about an hours worth of work for 5 hours was a little stressful, but with some impromptu role-play I just about fleshed it out. Actually two of the students also had a limited command of the English language too, so it was like two of my worlds rolled into one... Luckily one other student was easily understandable so a lot went through him.
Anyway, I am distracted. My journey there was eventful only as my keen desire not to overshoot the bus stop led to me undershooting it by two stops. Two stops very far apart.
So the No52 bus which I ruled out catching as 'it gets me there at 8.55 which is 25 minutes later than i need to' merrily drove past me as I approached shortly before my rather confused friend Sarah drove the other way fresh from dropping her child at school. I arrived, slightly damp from spitty rain, at 9am.
The way home was even more eventful. My thought processes as I approached my bus stop on thr coast road after already walking 15 minutes:
"Oh there's a police car by my stop. I wonder what it is doing?"
Upon closer inspection as I drew nearer...
"Oh, that police car is blocking the road so my bus can't get through. I wonder why. How am I going to get home?"
Upon speaking to nice friendly policeman:
"Ok, I'm walking back to Brighton then".
10 minutes later, the reason for my unscheduled bout of exercise and sea air... a rather mangled sports car/bus combination. Let's pray there were no fatalities.
Eventually, I reached Brighton (1 hour later) and caught my bus from the old steine. Thoroughly tired, at the end of my bus journey I descended the stairs to find the bottom deck liberally coated with human vomit.
Nice touch.
Yesterday I left you with the false impression that 'I have nothing going on'. This is never true for me, I should have made the slight alteration of adding 'of interest' in between 'nothing' and 'going on'.
Today I went and taught deaf teenagers. Aha I thought! This will produce enough fodder for a mighty fine blog, with many amusing anecdotes (mocking me more than anything else).
Actually the day was rather bland and dull, being left with about an hours worth of work for 5 hours was a little stressful, but with some impromptu role-play I just about fleshed it out. Actually two of the students also had a limited command of the English language too, so it was like two of my worlds rolled into one... Luckily one other student was easily understandable so a lot went through him.
Anyway, I am distracted. My journey there was eventful only as my keen desire not to overshoot the bus stop led to me undershooting it by two stops. Two stops very far apart.
So the No52 bus which I ruled out catching as 'it gets me there at 8.55 which is 25 minutes later than i need to' merrily drove past me as I approached shortly before my rather confused friend Sarah drove the other way fresh from dropping her child at school. I arrived, slightly damp from spitty rain, at 9am.
The way home was even more eventful. My thought processes as I approached my bus stop on thr coast road after already walking 15 minutes:
"Oh there's a police car by my stop. I wonder what it is doing?"
Upon closer inspection as I drew nearer...
"Oh, that police car is blocking the road so my bus can't get through. I wonder why. How am I going to get home?"
Upon speaking to nice friendly policeman:
"Ok, I'm walking back to Brighton then".
10 minutes later, the reason for my unscheduled bout of exercise and sea air... a rather mangled sports car/bus combination. Let's pray there were no fatalities.
Eventually, I reached Brighton (1 hour later) and caught my bus from the old steine. Thoroughly tired, at the end of my bus journey I descended the stairs to find the bottom deck liberally coated with human vomit.
Nice touch.
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
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23 September 2008 04:58
Why? This is frustrating. I want to know what this person said, on 2 rapidly successive occasions that they so instantly found inexplicably unpublishable?
The worst thing is, I don't know who it is! I have my suspicions (I have, to my knowledge only 2 readers, maybe 3), but naming them 'the author' awards them a status of anonymity I don't think they deserve.
As you might be able to tell, I haven't got a lot going on at the moment, but tomorrow I'm spending the day teaching deaf teenagers so I'm sure my life will take a more interesting turn very soon.
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23 September 2008 04:57
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23 September 2008 04:58
Why? This is frustrating. I want to know what this person said, on 2 rapidly successive occasions that they so instantly found inexplicably unpublishable?
The worst thing is, I don't know who it is! I have my suspicions (I have, to my knowledge only 2 readers, maybe 3), but naming them 'the author' awards them a status of anonymity I don't think they deserve.
As you might be able to tell, I haven't got a lot going on at the moment, but tomorrow I'm spending the day teaching deaf teenagers so I'm sure my life will take a more interesting turn very soon.
Thursday, 18 September 2008
Conkered!
Does anyone know the best way of stringing a conker?
I'm co-running a conker competition in 10 days time, and have to find and string a fair few of the blighters fairly soon. Suggestions welcome...
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