My biggest disappointment
Was it spending a life in education, hoping to change the world via journalism, only to realise that money = all and everyone is pretty much dispensable, meanwhile the big bosses, years away from the floor, and so far removed from the job that they make the decisions that fuck the good people over just because it was them who promised unrealistic economic forecasts and budgets and they need to do something about it?

Was it the time that I finally tapped off with the girl I'd idolised for 5 years, soberly realising that I could have been pretty much anyone, and that her tits weren't all that after all?

Was it the time I, sixth form poet extraordinairre, realised that I didn't get washed over with euphoria and glory when I was first told 'I love you Heyzeus'?

No, It was today. I thought I'd drag this semi-alcoholic shell of a skinsack and go for a walk. Spend my Saturday doing something more meaningful than doing fuck all. It ended up being a long walk. 12 miles there and back all in. 4 miles in I saw a sign 'AHA!!! maybe I break my image challenge virginity' thought I.

I was walking down a canal and saw a 'no angling' sign with the angler looking a bit like Indiana Jones.

THus the last 8 painful miles were spent thinking of what I could do. Forget the fact my legs aren't functioning, that I'd happily give up and die, or at least sleep for a while on the canal banks.

With no wifi on the canal banks of cheshire I had to make it home to finish the herculean task I'd made in my head.

Got home, downloaded the pics, had tea, got the beers in, spent 2 hours looking for source images and making/ adapting the original concept.

Finally completed I checked the file size, rescaled, uploaded and went to proudly post. I didn't want any noob shit you see..

I fucked it up royally.

So, my biggest disappointment is never properly sharing the image that took me 4 miles to get to, 4 1/2 hours of walking, the undoubted crippling pain as the lactic acid sets in tomorrow, 2 near swan attacks, and being shouted at by a woman as I was taking a picture of a boat simply because it's name was the same as a mate's surname. All for a bunch of strangers.

Length? Get you, I've already said it above.

Edit: It's on page 28 if you want to know. Daren't try and link in case I fuck up the fuck up..

Edit2: I fucked up the fuckup and it's on page 27
(Heyzeus, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 22:23, 2 replies)

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*whispers*
it's on page 27 actually.

I like it
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 23:37, closed)

lolalollalolz
Does this fail add to my tale?

I;m listening to teh Bob at the moment. Can he be played at anything other than soft badckround or loudly grinding and lovely?
(Heyzeus, Sun 29 Jun 2008, 0:17, closed)