tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118743582011-11-17T21:37:35.527ZThe assorted ramblings of a twenty something student, musician and supposed businessman. Humouress? Honest. Occasionally dark. I imagine its worth a read anyway.Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.comBlogger1301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1135802417323625942005-12-28T20:38:00.000Z2005-12-28T20:40:52.083Z

I'VE MOVED!!Please come and visit me over at http://traveldiaries.lastminuteliving.com/All comments appreciated!Thanks for visiting

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...and I won't take no for an answer.For the next year I will be taking part in an ambitious, over the top and largely original experiment and I want you all to help me out. Firstly, finish reading this post. Then, head over to the link at the bottom of this and read the post written there. It's written by me on my brand spanking new blog and the blog where the experiment will be taking

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Early christmas presents, don't ya just love 'em?I've just opened my first 'christmas eve' present and I love it. It was one of those things I've been thinking about buying for weeks as well and have stopped myself from purchasing just in case. And now here it is, marvellous. It's the most recent 'Dino:The Essential Dean Martin' CD (with 30 classic tracks no less) and really does get me spot on

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Ok, I've not gone mad. My last post, although slightly alcohol fueled was supposed to sound like a film noir narration or a 1920's detective novel. I have no idea why, the mood just hit me to write a different style for once and suddenly I turned into a mack wearing 1920's private eye, scotch in one hand, cigarette in the other. Suffice to say we can be clear on one thing, the works christmas

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Beyond the lights and the disco balls and the tacky DJ taglines was a lounge. A lounge filled with mock-leather couches, dark corners, ambience and a barman who, for all intents and purposes, looked just like James Woods. Now this was a bar. A bar where the drunk, or misplaced, or down-and-out could prop their weary frames and take in a few rounds of scotch. A place where those who could not

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I don't know. Somewhere over the past couple of days the christmas spirit seems to have leaked out of me, leaving me feeling tired, drained and completely down. It's nothing to do with 'the stresses of christmas' because I'm not a person to get stressed, I'd feel like this without christmas. It's just an all consuming nothingness which is annoying in that I myself can't even define it.I don't

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Days to christmas: 13Behind Bens advent calendar door today: A Cracker!!!Guess at what will be behind tomorrows: A candy cane?Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat and most of my friends are splitting with their partners and fretting about being alone on christmas. It's true, this year Santa has a lot of unexpectedly lonely boys and girls on his list.In fact this year the number of

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Days to christmas: 13Behind Bens advent calendar door today: A sack with presentsGuess at what will be behind tomorrows: A cracker?Thats right folks! 13 days! That's less 2 weeks. In fact that's 8 more working days for me. One more day at university. One more lecture and one more seminar. Wow! The numbers are getting smaller.My christmas plans are well and truly finalized now. I'm taking my

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Days to christmas: 15Behind Bens advent calendar door today: A robinGuess at what will be behind tomorrows: An angel?Todays christmas song: Don Gardner - All I want for Christmas http://washingtonmo.com/christmas/lyric/1062.htmOK, so the California Raisins are no longer around to wish us Happy Christmas and Alvin & his brothers have yet to release their 'Chipmonks Live At Christmas' comeback

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The following is a conversation my family had yesterday which had me in stitches. I couldn't stop laughing and nobody else could figure out why. I'm sure you'll love it.In the car on my way home from work with my grandad and aunty. We've just pulled up outside my house.Grandad: Ben, when you get in ask your mum if I can stick my meat in her freezerBen (giggling): OKBen gets out of the car and

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1133987160364826422005-12-07T20:12:00.000Z2005-12-07T20:26:00.390Z

Flightplan. Hmmmmm. I went to see Jodie Foster's latest last night and came away feeling largely deflated owing to the fact that it was, by and large, nothing like what I expected.As was the case with Saw 2, I had been told prior to viewing that a) It was a fantastic thriller b) The plot was one of the most original of recent years and c) It had a brilliant and unexpected twist at the end. Wrong

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Big Brother is watching

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It really is the weekend thats pulling me through at the minute. This week I'm doing all the extra time I can humanely get, it's my university course essay deadline tomorrow and I have a severe, SEVERE lack of money. To top it all off I found out today that my university, with their PERVERSE sense of humour, are withdrawing the final, largest tuition fee payment from my bank account (thus taking

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December 1st! The christmas tree goes up, I open the first door on my advent calendar (and scold myself for being the only 20 year old I know to still have an advent calendar) and the 'Best of Christmas' LP spins for the first time in 12 months to mark the official beginning of the Ben family christmas.The christmas tree's were up in work today as well which made me smile. Works always better at

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Mr J's dictionary over at the dangerous man.com tells me that slang is "necessary in the creation, maintenance or reinforcement of a subculture." And what is The Pack if not a subculture. And so I racked my brains and created our own little dictionary of Pack slang, used around other friends, to promote a feeling of detachment, sophistication and general moral superiority. I've been using it for

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Today we salute The Beard. That most stylish of facial garments worn throughout the centuries by tramps, intellectuals, communists and Brian Blessed. The Beard is quite simply the epitome of high end fashion. Those who possess the ability to cultivate a fine piece of facial fuzz are always the envy of their friends. In fact, the sheer populatity of The Beard has become more and more evident over

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If ever I had an ambition to become Jack Black in 'School of Rock' I fulfilled it at work both today and yesterday. The kids were overly impressed with the guitar and even brought out their own instruments, on which I taught them a thing or two. In my amazement at being confronted with a 'who's he?' after asking one of the boys to 'rock out like Hendrix' I even gave a spontaneous lesson in 'rock

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One hour to show time and I haven't prepared a single song. Not that I'm nervous, this could be my big break, my shot at the big time, my gateway to stardom. It all hinges on one thing; will today be the day a big shot record producer happens to be hanging around a primary school?Joking aside, it's music week at school and by special request I'm taking in one of my guitars to show the kids. Hell,

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The first official meeting of the Ramblers Association, The Pack. Present (from left to right) Mr J, Paulie the Mouse, Myself (aka Beano, aka Chairman of the board) & Spooks.

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guyinthecorner: so, up to much for new years eve?girly: at a party u?guyinthecorner: samegirly: who's party is itguyinthecorner: a neighboursgirly: cool, not at urs this yr thenguyinthecorner: no, not this yeargirly: oh well nice to have a changeguyinthecorner: yeh, ours was terrible last year anyway if I remember rightlygirly: is that coz i was there?guyinthecorner: I was thinking more because

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Three grown men conversing in a bath tub, early morning ballroom dancing and the magical dissapearing whiskey. In all? A great night with friends.I'm not going to ramble on about what I got up to this weekend because who would be interested in that? Certainly not me, I already know. But as a brief explaination for the phtographs included below I spent last night at a friends, we all consumed

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Recently a good friend of mine was lucky enough to receive a promotion. I congratulated him on this, shook his hand and told him he deserved it. In return he pulled out a large bag, told me that his leaving presents included two rather large bottles of Scotch and asked me to join him. Who am I to refuse?I left my heart, in Fran Sancisco, high on a hill it calls to me...I'm spending tomorrow

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'You want to watch out,' she says. 'You'll end up an alcoholic.'So I got to thinking, if I was an alcoholic, which alcoholic would I want to be. Unequivocally, the answer lies in the beeming face of the man to your left. Dean Martin. A guy who pickled himself and died watching old westerns, cut off from the outside world, not remembering much of the life he once had.But lets face it, Dino had it

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Thanks to everybody for the words of support over the last few days. Including the emails I received from people who didn't (although some did) leave comments on the blog. Special thanks go to Pookie who really made me feel better at a time when I needed it and Jay, for comic relief (not the UK comedic charity, before you say anything Jay). Special thanks do not go out to one of my best friends,

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POSTED EARLY MONDAY MORNING. THE AUTHOR WAS UNDER THE ASSUMPTION THAT IT WAS SUNDAY.We have a vet at our house tomorrow morning to 'unselfishly & humanely end the suffering of' my dog and life long companion, Mitzi. She's been with me since I was two. How fast did that 18 years go? I never thought it would affect me but I've been on the verge of tears since it was confirmed. My grandad's made a

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A stormy afternoon in, a 'things to do' list as long as my arm and a bottle of Jack Daniels lying enticingly next to a new DVD copy of Oceans 11 (the definitive 1960 version). What to do?

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Every now and again I write the odd theatre review for thetravelguide.org.uk. And, given my state of boredom and the fact that I've recently booked tickets for myself and a few others to go to the christmas show here, for your viewing pleasure, is the patented High Life guide to The Rat Pack - Live from Las Vegas. Enjoy!The Savoy Theatre : The Rat Pack Live from Las VegasIgnore previous reviews,

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My weekend has been like a film noir. Dark, gritty and extremely interesting.I came back to Manchester from London on Saturday morning and visited my dads mum before heading home. She's been clearing out a lot lately and had some of my late grandads old records and musical equipment downstairs. Being a big fan of a lot of old recordings I went to work, acquiring for myself a good number of Slim

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The High Life is filled with many crucially important and high flying things. One of which, is business conferences and meetings.As a man of many projects I have businesses meetings on an increasingly regular basis. Tense negotiations, copious water consumption, vicious debating and life altering decisions are all something quite catagorically outlawed from my board room. And when, nine times out

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The new project : www.beforetheageofwonder.co.uk

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Raise your glasses in a celebratory gesture and congratulate me for finding the inspiration and resolve to follow a blog through to it's 100th post! Some good, some bad, some drunk, most not too significant but as thrift store owners everywhere would agree, it's not quality but quantity that counts. And so, to celebrate, I'm kicking back with a bottle of Justerini & Brooks Rare, a Beautiful

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Me Angry! Me Smash! Why? Because day after day I observe the quiet decline of our entire culture with the sad acceptance of foreskin in a synagogue. Todays sign of decline? Heat magazine.First of all, allow me to state that Heat magazine, at least in my eyes, is the lowest form of toilet literature. It is what you read in the bathroom when you've read the back of the Radox box so many times that

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I decided earlier today that the time has come to throw my weight behind some sort of movement. And so it stands to reason that before making such a move I should sit down and assess my values, account for my morals and catagorize my feelings about certain issues. I needed, I thought, to finally put things down in a way that made it clear to myself and others what I was all about. It would

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I woke up at 7 o'clock this morning fully dressed and lying with my head on a Playstation 2 console at the foot of my bed. I have no idea how I got their. The entire weekend has conspired to ensure that I have been drunk pretty much 24/7 since late Friday afternoon. I had a friend stay friday/saturday and so I took the excuse to consume copious amounts of lager and half a bottle of Bells. Which

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Messing about with the camera this afternoon while sorting out my fancy dress costume and thought I'd upload one of the pics. Off out this afternoon to see if I can find any beads to plat into the wig to make it look a bit more 'Jack Sparrow' (PIrates of the Caribbean). But overall I'm quite pleased with it so far.The rest of the costume isn't going as well. I considered cheating yesterday so I

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The new era of pay-TV is upon us. Only this era is different to eras before. Unlike SkyTV and cable, this new era of pay-TV doesn't offer us more channels for an optional cost. It doesn't even offer us anything above the channels we have already got. In fact, by 2013 this new Pay TV option will include LESS channels than it does today and the subscription fee will cost around £60 more. But not

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I know it doesn't sound like much but humour me through the next post. It's been quite the evening.My Yorkshire Terrier is the epitome of old dogs. In dog years she's 126 (thats 18 years old multiplied by seven folks). At such a grand age she is not only deaf but blinded by cataracts and suffering from artheritis in both of her hind legs. Recently she had to have a major operation due to massive

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Curfews, enforce them. Certain people should have curfews, period. More than this, certain people should have curfews between the hours of 12am and 12pm. They should be forced to exist in solitary housing units simply for being who they are. But how does one decide upon whom to bestow such a restraint. I have a simple 3 step solution.Step One: Intelligence QuotaBy all means not the most fair or

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Hat season is fast approaching. The temperature is lowering, the nights are getting darker and the combined festivities of Halloween, Bonfire Night & Christmas are looming. It can mean only one thing! That my hair is once again due to be imprisoned to the confines of a new hat until it is deemed safe for exposure sometime next May. Marvellous. And so, to celebrate this important cornerstone in my

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Not too many words really. I spent this morning watching Liam Neesons masterful portrayal of Jean Valjean in Les Miserables and had to comment. If no other cast member is worth a mention, and I must stress that Geoffrey Rush's Inspector Javert is for all intents and purposes the definitive machiavellian villain, then Liam Neeson's work in this role is certainly a credible performance. So much so

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People! God!Great day today. Met up with a shit load of people I haven't spoken to in ages (2 years in one case), informed a friend (to her amazement) of not-so-recent developments with people we used to know, bought a new jacket by Cerruti and was accused of using my partner for money by her mother. Marvellous. Why, you may ask. Well, truth be told, she witnessed my partner giving me some money

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Shower. Shave. Cerruti 1881.200 sit ups. 120 curls. Tai Chi. Tai Bo. Combat Boxing for 15 minutes. Warm down.Hand grips until it hurts. Powerball ensuring old age arthritis in both wrists. Strong fore-arms.This is what I do to ensure that I do not feel guilty for the rest of the day. All this must be done or I feel as if I am ushering in the end of the word simply by eating a slice of bread. And

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'Do you think they were trying to tell you something?' Sarah says, suggestively.'I don't know,' I reply. And I genuinely don't.

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I'd like to thank Paul for the proverbial inspiration. His half full jar story inspired this entry which is a short story I've always loved. Enjoy...One sunny day a tribesman set off to fish on his local river. Reaching the river he put his simple net into his small canoe and set out for the middle of the lake. Reaching the middle he threw his net over the side, lay back and decided to enjoy the

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Tonight I watched the film 'Closer'. A film un-afraid to show its characters in all their miserable glory. A film which capitalizes on the fact that we as humans are not perfect, we do make mistakes and, more often than not, these mistakes affect those around us in terrible ways. The most terrible experience of our lives will, in most cases, be those which occur as a direct result of the

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To start with, I hate writing about things I have done in the past. It annoys me. Whether distant or recent I feel writing about things I have done is a chore. There are two exceptions to this rule (1) If they are things I have done in the very recent past, say, yesterday (2) If they are emotive subjects about which I feel I actually need to write. My trip to Gozo was neither. And so, with great

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The iPod is busy updating itself, the camera is recharging, the holiday fiction is stacked and ready to be packed and in 6 hours I shall be zooming to the airport with Nigel, our adopted family taxi driver.I have to say, more than any other, I have been looking forward to this holiday more than I should have been. I haven't looked forward to a proper holiday in years but this year I can't contain

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...do I blatantly steal other peoples words. But credit where it's due. This morning I received this email from Michael Moores mailing list. Why Mr Moore assumes Republicans and Bush supporters will subscribe to this list is beyond me. I personally believe this has been written not for right-wingers but to further his support amongst the left wing, but there you go. I read it, liked it and

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You can tell when I'm in a strange place emotionally, physically tell. You can tell because whenever I find myself in one of these places I decide that it's time for a change and nine times out of ten take a razor to my beard. Usually it dissapears entirely although this time I contented myself with hacking 50% off and leaving it at that. So, from a full on beard from ears to chin to moustache I

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1125961516681184212005-09-05T22:31:00.000Z2005-09-05T23:11:32.773Z

Today I took, and passed, a mock United States citizenship test.Sure, I got the lowest acceptable pass mark (70%) and sure I'm hardly likely to ever take the real thing but know this America; one day in the distant future I may decide to take that test. I have proven that if pushed I can pass such an examination and if I do me and all my liberal, commie, reds-under-beds logic will be 'hauling ass

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1125931733149415602005-09-05T14:23:00.000Z2005-09-05T14:48:53.170Z

I read a news article today which is worth sharing simply for the oddity of the events it reported. A good example of a great relationship gone bad if ever I heard one.It deals with the imprisonment of a Mr Michael Cheong for manslaughter on Monday by a British court. Cheong, an ex-serviceman and veteran British police officer had moved to Britain in 1984 from Guyana where the crime had been

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1125880639287149882005-09-05T00:09:00.000Z2005-09-05T00:37:19.296Z

The Republic of Blogger, a term used to widely describe the large area of the internet occupied by blogs, is home to a strange bunch. These are people you would never come across in real life. More over, I am willing to bet, you would never come across these people if you were ever to meet the authors of the blogs themselves.The people of blogger are very important people with very important

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1125746306233873472005-09-03T11:12:00.000Z2005-09-03T11:18:26.243Z

As you may know, sometimes 'The High Life' gets political, this is one of those times.This morning I was browsing my favourite blogs and could not escape various mentions of Hurricane Katrina, the Bush Administration and Mob Rule in many parts of many states. I decided that so voluminous were these posts that I would pour my efforts into one decent length comment for one blog rather than post

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1125410264347324152005-08-30T13:35:00.000Z2005-08-30T16:42:42.830Z

For anybody involved, thinking of becoming involved or requiring information to promote the idea elsewhere here is the basic outline of the project and how to get started.As outlined in a previous post I am currently writing and editting a project for publication sometime in the new year. This novel will be an anthology of relationship stories and experiences from all walks of life written by

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1125359344866251882005-08-29T23:40:00.000Z2005-08-29T23:49:04.876Z

I'm using todays entry as a quick update on the momentum the Book Project seems to be gathering.We have now acquired an illustrator/cover art designer who is busy drafting initial sketches for the project. We're working together on a simple design which should be showcased here as soon as it is ready.To make things a little more convenient and a lot more professional I will be launching a

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I woke up this morning with that paralyzing terror which always grips me after nights out. I open my eyes assuming that I've done something unspeakable in a drunken state and tip toe around people for the rest of the day in case they've fallen out with me. Most of the time I haven't actually done anything but I still cringe as memories of the night before gradually trickle back.Things I only half

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1125083761849910472005-08-26T19:03:00.000Z2005-08-26T19:16:01.866Z

I was lounging in the bath a couple of hours ago contemplating my favourite blogs, when I had an idea. A phenominally good one I might add. It stems from the sheer number of 'past relationship' and 'coming of age' blogs I've been reading lately. After reviewing Jays recent post I got to thinking what I would write if I was to post along the same lines. Needless to say I came up with a good few

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1125064088208003172005-08-26T13:21:00.000Z2005-08-26T13:48:08.230Z

Finally back after almost a week of not blogging. Have I accumulated enough to justify a huge and interesting post during that time? Probably not. Having said that, I personally have had a great week. My partner stayed and from my mums birthday party on Saturday to her going home this morning we don't seem to have stopped doing things.The party itself was brilliant. Only a small gathering but the

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I'm loath to say it but I'm really missing work. It hasn't really been a problem before because we've always run holiday clubs for the kids whose parents work. But due to technical difficulties, corporate takeovers and a great big evil company hanging over our small organization there hasn't been one this summer. This consequently means I have no work and don't start again until September.The

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Every Sunday, without fail, for nearly eight years my parents would take my brother and I to a McDonalds restaurant for dinner. We loved it. In fact when I think about it our weekly trip to McDonalds was probably the only reason I ever tolerated visiting my fathers mother religiously. Even in her early fifties she was old. Her house a shrine to Roman Catholicism, fonts of holy water by the door,

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Another boring morning at home, another strange idea to pass the time. Here's a challenge. You have to make a song which represents you, your mood or how you are currently feeling using snippets of existing records. The only rules are that once they're all together they have to make some kind of sense (even if it's only to you) and have a tenuous theme throughout. If anyone wants to have a try

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1123976420165243252005-08-13T23:34:00.000Z2005-08-13T23:40:20.166Z

In a similar way to Pookie I've decided to try and gauge who reads my blog, albeit in a slightly different way. Guaranteed to be mutually beneficial to all my attempt at weblog logging goes like this:1. You read my blog2. You leave me a comment with your URL3. I link to your blog, You link to mine4. We're both very pleased, have lots of visitors and I know that at least one or two people read my

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1123965891894780532005-08-13T20:02:00.000Z2005-08-13T20:44:51.906Z

...if you'll pardon the pun.Seriously though, this is an issue to which we need to give a lot more time and thought not in government but in the media and amongst the general public. Despite Anthony winning BBUK (bad choice, Eugene had it for me!) and the Mercury Music Awards approaching (I have £10 on Kaiser Chiefs) this the big issue of the day. Whats more there is little chance of it subsiding

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1123889105957603272005-08-12T22:50:00.000Z2005-08-12T23:36:07.506Z

Sat on a coach in the sweltering mid-day sun. The neon sign opposite goading with the words 'Prochains Depart 14:06.' We were supposed to have left at 11:37.We had bought a Diet Coke and sat on the tarmac behind the 'Berlin Linien Bus' which had taken us this far, casting farewelll glances at Calais. Gone for now, but not forgotten.The heat blistered the road, moistened our faces like a lovers

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1123795717949729762005-08-11T21:02:00.000Z2005-08-11T21:28:37.963Z

And so it was that I found myself tired, droopy eyed and flanked on both sides by two rather large policemen on the main concourse of London Euston whilst several hundred commuters looked on.I think it must have been the milk that did it. Think about it. A twenty something male stood half asleep in a busy rush hour trainstation, huge rucksack at his feet and swigging from a bottle of milk. I was

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1123444486156968002005-08-07T19:51:00.000Z2005-08-07T19:54:46.166Z

Just a quick one.As of tomorrow I'm away, first in London and then in Berlin. I should be back by friday though with stories and photos which will almost certain flood this blog for days.Check back Friday for more. Brilliant.

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Aside from travelling, arranging more travelling, writing the novella and assembling futile aquariums my last few weeks have been spent renovating a bass guitar which I bought for pittance.In the hope of selling it on for more I've totally overhauled the wreck which arrived at my door a few weeks ago and given it a lot of new parts to make it look shiny and appealing. And it sold, on eBay, for

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1123188041647929602005-08-04T20:34:00.000Z2005-08-04T20:42:52.666Z

I've suspected this for years and today the Berlin tourist information office finally proved my point.As we all know from my last entry, a 'Berliner' is a German variety of doughnut filled with jam. Therefore 'to be a Berliner' is to claim that you are a doughtnut.Is this what John F Kennedy meant when he uttered the infamous words 'Ich bin ein Berliner!' at the Berlin Wall ceremony of 1963? The

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1123166513963622642005-08-04T13:52:00.000Z2005-08-04T14:41:53.973Z

I haven't been back from London a week and already Germany is calling. It promises to be a great trip.Firstly, as I have already said, Berlin, at least in my eyes, is the greatest capital city in Europe. This of course is a shameless assumption because I have obviously not seen EVERY capital city in Europe. However, I have seen a fair few, including London, Prague, Edinburgh, Brussels and a

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I am expanding in my aquaristic hobby. For the last few weeks my efforts have been devoted almost entirely to planning and saving for a new aquarium. The Great, Sick Game unfolds as follows.A few weeks ago I order a brand new 3ftx1ft aquarium from eBay. I was delighted. At first it didn't arrive, Parcelforce had lost it. I contacted them and contacted them until eventually they phoned me back and

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9:59am Outside the café the commuters have disappeared, replaced by early shoppers and dispatchers running from one building to another. The road is quiet and a barge approaches on the canal opposite. Further down the street two men in short sleeved shirts are hauling tables from a bar and placing them on the pavement outside ready for the afternoon. A dull morning is changing into a

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9:41amThe waiter is at our table now. He stands nervously at attention, scanning the coffee shop suspiciously as he awaits our order. Presumably in his early fifties he is a short man, his receding hair left to its own devices as it sprouts in every direction from his head. I catch his eye to order a double espresso and he leans towards me conspiratorially.‘You see that man sat by the door?’ He

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So I've stolen the idea, get over it. Here are ten things you probably do not know (and do not want to know) about me:I am a fake laugher, only a small number of my friends have probably ever heard my real laugh.I am phenominally in debtI infinitely respect people who go out of their way to try new things and visit new places, the same applies to the reverse. I own a growing collection of hatsI

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My girlfriend is a genius...and a thief. After seeing The Producers yesterday I arrived home with two fantastic, valuable and extremely high quality west end display posters which are soon to be displayed proudly on my walls. One is of the whole cast and advertises the production as 'Packing them in every night!' The second displays the shows two camper characters; one in drag the other screaming

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1122675370143174902005-07-29T22:09:00.000Z2005-07-29T22:19:37.993Z

Tomorrow I will be in London and will be getting back ludicrously late so there will probably be no posts. Before I retire for the night and attempt to grab 5 hours sleep before running to catch my coach I thought I'd make a brief entry explaining the last few posts. A couple of days ago I set about occupying myself by writing a few paragraphs based on several personal experiences with a little

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9:30am‘I knew it!’ She says triumphantly, clasping her hands together and throwing her head back. ‘What did I say? I knew it!’‘Excuse me. What did you say? What did I say? I was telling you that she was cheating on him within three weeks of them going out. I think I win the prize for this one.’‘Ok, so you said it as well, but we were right, weren’t we? And that’s what counts’‘True, true,’ I say,

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8:02am‘So,’ Jessica half yelped, half shouted through tears which had long since failed to be contained. ‘That bastard wants to look at his own girlfriend before he starts giving me dirty looks.’ She broke off, no longer able to speak through the tears. I took a drag on my cigarette, shook off the ash which had formed unnoticed during the last ten minutes and placed it idly back into the corner

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1122562810821870692005-07-28T14:40:00.000Z2005-07-28T15:00:10.850Z

I'm ashamed of myself. So ashamed infact that I may never even show my face in public again.As a movie buff I pride myself on having seen every film of note. I boast that I have guffawed my way through all decent comedies. Sleuthed my way through most thrillers. Pondered over dramas and picked holes in that ailing genre loosely known as horror. My top 5 all time favourite actors, in no

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There's a lot to be said for being spontaneous. For one it completely cures most forms of boredom. You can start writing a thriller, for example, or buy a 3 foot long fish tank which you can't afford to stock. You can hit upon an idea which leaves you in posession of three giant east African land snails. You could buy some gerbils and a toy or two for them to play with whilst you watch and quite

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Espresso, the hard stuff, the caffeine addicts last refuge. Over the last few months I have been steadily increasing my dosage, waiting for the big one and praying I would be ready. Waiting for that one night when I would be so bored that I would consume copious amounts merely as something to do. That night came last night, it was a night I shall not be repeating.To start with I had had a bad

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1122346801008145272005-07-26T02:54:00.000Z2005-07-26T23:39:41.946Z

I have just belatedly updated my website with another theatre review, this time I've said my piece about Christian Slater in One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest. I'm not even sure if anybody visits the site but it keeps me busy for a few hours a week and it looks nice so at least there's that. It would, however, give me a reason to live if anyone reading could have a look at the links below. All lead

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1122309280545426032005-07-25T16:15:00.000Z2005-07-26T23:39:53.173Z

One thing that annoys me more than most is that special breed of person who not only smokes in public but takes pride in doing so. And you can tell who they are. They're the people who smoke AT you. Or the people who light cigarettes to put behind their ears without any intention of smoking them. I have no sympathy for smokers, especially those with cancers or other illnesses related to smoking.

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Finally, the time to see The Producers has once again rolled around and it's about now that I start acting like a kid on Christmas eve.I'm listening to the soundtrack I 'borrowed' from a friend and never gave back at the minute. I've perfected that child-like ability to know every word to every song before it even begins. I'm getting quite worried actually. I also find it quite ironic that the

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1122199359188116872005-07-24T09:16:00.000Z2005-07-24T10:02:39.226Z

With regard to recent events I am finding it progressively harder to subscribe to my once beloved liberal schooling. Why? Because quite frankly the current liberal opinion is ridiculous and catagorically wrong.For one, the Transport for London unions are thinking of calling a general strike after a train driver, obviously panicked by the prospect of another attack left his cab, ran for his life

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1122065148120940922005-07-22T20:29:00.000Z2005-07-26T23:40:32.593Z

I have literally no money until Aim Higher pay me for my recent secondary school work and so with finances low I'm spending my Friday night at home. No need to worry though, I have managed to scrape a few pennies together to afford the necessarry (yes, necessary) alcohol and am having a hell of a time lay on my bedroom floor, drinking Budweiser and Vodka and listening to as many Meat Loaf tracks

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And I think this is really cool

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More work, an ailing fighting fish and the news that my grandad has a photoshoot for an ad campaign tomorrow.Aparrently the slogan of the campaign is going to be 'At your age? You should know better!' and is due to feature pictures of my grandad zooming down a busy street on a space hopper. He's been told he has the right facial expressions and so will be dressed up to look older than he actually

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My brother failed his driving test today. He did this marvellously. Without making a single major mistake and performing all his manoeuvres perfectly he proceeded to make just four minor errors before arriving at the end of his test. The great thing about this is that whilst you are allowed to make a great number of minor errors before failing your test, my brother made the same minor error four

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My home away from home for the last couple of years has been a three storey book shop in Manchester by the name of WaterStones, Deansgate. It's a place I always go alone and a place where - given the right circumstances - I can usually spend several hours.It's a small luxury for me to be able to escape from everybody else once a week and venture into Waterstones without any idea of what I am

Alexanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224573540045157600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874358.post-1121598647478174912005-07-17T10:57:00.000Z2005-07-26T23:41:34.873Z

My nans birthday this weekend provided a good excuse for my new digital cameras first real outing. So, without reading the instruction booklet, consulting the manufacturers website or using my brain to engage with the camera in any way, I figured out how to use the timer, perfected the worlds worst two-setting zoom and managed to switch between portrait and panoramic without causing the camera to

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Yesterday I got tagged. Only this kind of tagging is tagging with a difference. It doesn't involve having to chase people around until you're so out of breath that your face turns bright red and it certainly doesn't involve some 'home boy' spraying his gangs token logo all over your face. This kind of tagging means that you have to rant, spill the beans and generally go on about yourself for as

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Today it was decided by parliament that intensive action will be taken to stop the spread of Islamic extremism. And who has Tony Blair decided will front this ambitious and potentially controversial action? Senior Muslim Clerics! Yes! That's exactly how it should be done! Not only does it acknowledge that there isn't a line being drawn between 'them' and 'us' but it also defines the terrorists

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Why do I do it? Every time George Lucas releases another cash-in on his original franchise I rush out to the cinema expecting to see one of the greatest films of all time and I am ALWAYS dissapointed.As a kid I loved the originals, I was addicted and I credit my unjustified expectations of the more recent films to this childhood addiction. But why after three terrible movies would I still rush

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Far too warm to post today. The heat makes me lethargic. And so, instead of writing anything I thought I'd post a strange picture I threw together a few weeks ago and then forgot all about. To mark the countdown to our impending trip to London here, in its full glory, is an artists impression of what myself and my friend Jamie might look like were we to feature in The Producers.

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...it shouldn't, but it does.While this may not go for countries outside of the United Kingdom, we here in the UK suffer from a social ailment which has its roots in extreme political correctness. This problem is the inherent belief that ethnic minorities cannot be racist.A few years ago I accused Lauyrn Hill of being extremely racist to a friend of mine and was shocked to hear the response '

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Just found out this amazing news and thought I'd share it with everyone.In a Past Life...You Were: An Evil Belly Dancer.Where You Lived: Portugal.How You Died: Buried alive.Who Were You In a Past Life?You Are 18% AmericanYou're as American as Key Lime Tofu PieOtherwise known as un-American!You belong in Cairo or Paris...Get out fast - before you end up in Gitmo!How American Are You?Part Expert

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I have a habit of making discouraging remarks and berating things before they've even happened. I have to stop doing this.Yesterday night was brilliant. We didn't go to the best of pubs and I didn't know all of the people there but, surprisingly, it was a good night nonetheless. The company turned out to be interesting (not boring), they weren't full of themselves (although after a few drinks I

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I'm going out tonight with a lot of people I don't even know. What makes this even worse is that I don't have my girlfriend to turn to if the people I'm with turn out to be a)boring b) full of themselves or c) just generally no fun. So I've spent the majority of this afternoon lay in the sunshine desperately trying to get a tan, drinking vodka and washing a tonne of clothes for later on. I figure

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Consider this if you will; Al Queda, the arguable centre of the terrorist world, has a list. Upon that list is written the major global targets at which it would like to strike. Topping that list were Washington & New York and September 11 2001 saw to it that these targets were reached. And so, after these terrible events, the 'coalition of the willing' meant that the United Kingdom came into

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Today has been phenominally news worthy and you can be sure I will be posting my opinions on everything from recovery to the G8 within the next 24 hours. But until then here's a posting on a lighter note. I was playing around with my digital camera before and thought I'd share one of my hobbies with you. So here's a picture of some of the instruments in my collection. Obviously these are my

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