Drinking

Last night was pretty much the definition of drinking for the sake of drinking; it couldn't have been anything else. Drinking most of a bottle of Bacardi Supreme because I could and it was there. It was fun being drunk, as anyone would say it is, but the results of it outside you're own perception of how you are is really shocking. You lose your dignity completely, and you become a complete idiot. For instance, running to get to where you said you'd be should normally be an easy thing. Drunk, it becomes ridiculous. I ran across a playground about 50 metres long, and nearly fell over. I missed the gate that was half open and ran full pelt instead into the knee-high fence next to it, going straight over and fucking my knee and shoulder (without even doing in my clothes?!). I don't know if I broke the gate or not, and I wouldn't be surprised if I did. Made it out of the school down past the pub, fell down the curb then up the curb, and then down then up again. I don't remember really, but I think I eventually got to near Alex's, where I met Jasmine. She told me Sarah had got picked up, but I didn't take it in. Then she said Sam had been sick and was lying on the floor in the park. So, back I went. Pulled him (and his trousers?) up with the help of Alex and Callan, and then off I went again. Got some of his puke from his hand on my shoulder as well, which I found in the morning. Anyway, got there are back without incident, and then Dad rang. Picked it up, talked, he immediately knew I was completely gone. I was even such a dick I decided I could pull off the "I'm not drunk, look, I'm fine" line. And there's the first incident of alcohol fucking you up and making you lose you're dignity in it's entirety. Got home, did the same with Mum, and all the time taking two attempts at picking something up or closing something, missing it the first time. Second incident. Went to bed, slept, vomited. Woke up, and freaked out. We've all heard "So-and-so choked on his own vomit and died". Third, and the most prominent, incident right there. It really hits you how much of a prick you've been when you realise you could have easily died if you hadn't had the dumb luck to fall to sleep on your side. Having a very screwed up stomach after that as well was horrible too, as I had no idea what I could do about it and it was actually preventing me from moving.

So, the point of this anecdote of embaressment and stupidity is that drinking because alcohol is there is beyond stupid. You lose your dignity, and people think you are a complete knob, and with good reason, because the state that you are in, you're a knob for getting yourself into. I'm never doing it again, because of the simple reasons that I'd prefer to know what I'm doing, remember it, not feel like shit or a feel like a dick in the morning, not have other people watch you thinking "What a twat, he thinks he's the shit", and not lose your dignity through over-consumption of fermented corn or whatever the hell Bacardi Supreme is.

"Old Red he died... an empty bottle of whisky lying by his side"

Ben, bottesford and idiots

Spent the morning digging up mud and moving it...

...Into a big slug pile to make a raised flower bed. Dad wants the space where the mud was lowered so we can have another shed with all the bikes and the ride-one lawn mower in it, so we have room in the garage for another car, which looks like it's going to be a Maserati!

Ben being stoked on a traffic cone

Ben being stoked generally! (Even though this was just after the previous photo)

Martyn - "Haha, what the fuck is that?!"

me - "It's blogcam 5000!"

Ben - "Shut up, tell it you love it, to the camera!"

Alex being stoked on the new quarter/ flatbank with a coping

Skiing in Italy - Day 3

Skiing in Italy – Day 2

No photos from the slopes until the very end, as I decided it would be better not to have a broken camera for the rest of the trip, so here’s some photos of the view and Alex being pissed off with a pair of goggles. Luckily he took 2; the other pair broke.

Burton

Burton. Check out Wayne Rooney going for it on the left!

Portrait? Haha!

Miniramp champ,

Miniramp scamp.

Eddies new Facebook photo. They all seem to be taken by me; Blogcam 5000 getting around!

Or this one? Haha, neck chimpface!

"No, no." Yes Callan!

Haha, BZ's face!

Ignore Alex's back boneless, Callan's rideaway is so sick.

Fonejacker!

Dogpiss rock fakies = the stink grin.

CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!

Leeds on my birthday (24th May), London on 30th. Which to go to? I'm definately going to one of 'em!

Sunday 29th March

As I haven't posted any rubbish recently, I thought I'd post some rubbish:

Coco/ Houdini

DIY Death x weed x Rollersnakes colab.

Macbeth essay deadline countdown. This thing has dictated how long I have left to live. And it'll all be over on Friday 3rd April. 1 paragraph to do, everyone else is a while behind me. Hopeful is the word!

Over the past 2 days I have:

• Won a quid in a bet on what whether the person that plays Abby in Primeval is the same actor as the last 2 series. She was, of course.
• Won a water polo tournament by winning every match and fully pasting the team I used to play for 9-1 in the final. Yes!
• Earnt a fiver
• Nicked an album and 4 songs of Dad's iTunes
• Regretted not skating in the wonderful sun (summer is going to be so good!)
• Sent off 3 work experience letters to BBC Radio Nottingham, BBC East Midlands Today and the Grantham Journal. Got to get one, surely! Methinks the latter, they have no quality filter on their work, why should they on work experience requests!
• Been told off for wearing a pair of battered old Nike SBs as slippers, they ruin the carpet because they're heavier than slippers apparently. They're vulcanised?!

Battle

Pancake Day

Lesson from this years pancake day: Don't eat expired fig jam on a pancake. Or ever.

The melted butter and the mix.

Pancake. Lemon juicer and sugar.

Oh, and here's a picture of the newest purchase, idea-placing-in-my-parents-heads courtesy of The One Show. 'S one of those things that work out how much energy you are using and how much it's costing you. It caused a full morning up to lunch of doing nothing because Mum, Dad and Connor were trying to turn everything connected to the mains, but it was still registering electricity coming from somewhere, that stopped when everything was turned off at the fusebox. Don't know if it got resolved or not, but the point is I spent all morning reading a book:

Pancake flipping

Skiing in Italy - Day 1

Good way to start things off!

A list of bullshits, a cup of coffee and a new Sidewalk. And a flapjack. I managed to spill the coffee down myself when I had taken the lid off, not put it back on properly, and then drank out of it. All over my light grey and white inside hoodie, and my Jack Wills t-shirt. Cleaned off though!

Fisheye of Alex's hat and a bottle of Irn-Bru. You can see the actual size of the bottle on the right hand side of the picture (the orange thing) .

We all look horrendous on out passports, less so Alex as he wasn't either ill or a kid when it was taken.

Likeness.

Milkshakes at the airport. At the end you can here me say "this is being filmed on a just-lost camera", which though gay, is true, and I was lucky to get it back from the very-serious lost and found people that asked me if I could prove it was mine. I replied by describing the multitude of stickers plastered all over it.

Alex. Chewing something. As normal.

Cloud carpet

The sign on the windowscreen of the bus taking us to the hotel from the airport. That journey was so shitty, we were in the bus for about 2 to 3 hours, at about 2 hours even the teachers were over it, everyone was asking how long left and they were replying "Quarter of an hour" every time, 2 people had thown up, I ended up shouting at Alex because he was singing literal, absolute nonsense for twenty minutes, and I has had nothing to eat for dinner except 2 finger-sized breadsticks, a ham and lettuce roll and a miniroll. So rubbish. All that for a 2 star hotel as well, when we got there the rooms stank of chemicals and the toilets still smelt like shit.

The room.

Flood

Due to the snow and rain in the past 2 weeks, the river smite has significantly increased in height and a drain on Bunnison Lane has got blocked. So in essence, WE GOT HELLA FLOODED YO! Well, not me, just a river and a road. But still, it's a flood:

Oh, and here's a nice picture of some sheep in a field at sunset:

Cockblocking business.

With no relation to the title, here are some media thingys:
http://www.slashfilm.com/2009/02/02/nsfw-christian-bale-flips-out-on-terminator-salvation-set/ = Really funny!


= Really clever!


= Really rad! (Plus she's hot (click on it)).

SNOW!

For the first time in a very long time (try 8 or 9 years ish!) snow has fallen here! SO STOKED, not only because it meant that I got to miss Monday, and in doing so, didn't go to school, slept until 8 (thought my clock was wrong, put it back an hour, opened my curtains, looked out the window, mum came in and told me my clock was actually right) and that the schools were shut, and so me and Connor watched half of Dark Knight, wrapped up, and went out!

First decent sized real-life icicle I've ever had on my window!

"Snow! Oh my God, SNOW!"

Made a snowman :)

Took him 10 minutes! I Should have made a time lapse, but I didn't know he was doing it!

Snow-skating didn't work...

Snowdome

Yeah, stoked?

Hiroshima?

Nerdin' it

Cloud factory

DC sticker at the top of the window

Next day, we needn't have paid £90!

Yep.

Didn't take many photos at all, due to the fact I was going to film going down the slope etc. but locked the camera in the bag in a locker, and so I couldn't. Anyway, that means you don't get any footage of me slamming.