» Sacked

I was in a one man band
And was sacked for a difference of opinion.
(Wed 1st Mar 2006, 10:53, More)

» Guilty Pleasures

Devious child...
In school I used to make little bits and bobs out of blu-tac. RE was the best lesson for it, the teacher had some mad fetish for posters and always had a ball of the stuff in the corner of her desk.

I used to have RE before lunch so I used to route in my bag until the teacher said "close the door behind you" and go to the staff room. I'd wander over to the desk and get to work. She'd come back for her next lesson and discover all the posters were at funny angles because they're stuck down in one corner and discover a new sculpture each week. Started off with easy things like snails, then as the term went on she's be greeted by more extravagant things like a wheelbarrow, or even a little dogs house with a dog in it. I don't think I had time to eat that time!

Also my lovely lady friend and I used to suck the sponge in the bath until our tongues went fuzzy. Not together though.

She also used to eat crayons, and thought she'd have another taste recently to prove their yumminess. I think she was disappointed.
(Sat 9th Apr 2005, 22:30, More)

» Sleepwalking

I was young
Very young. So young I used to look out the window when I'd been put to bed and admire the daylight, wishing I could stay up that little bit longer. It never did happen, but I still remember very vividly to this day my best sleepwalking moment.

It was around 3am. I remember this because the red digits from my parents' alarm clock were beaming across the room into my blank eyes. I decided, seeing as I'd walked into my parents' bedroom, that I'd count to one hundred then go and do something else. I waited for the alarm clock to blink over to the next minute, then began my quest to that milestone number in my head. I must've thought I could do it faster than a minute, but I didn't succeed.

I then changed the alarm time on the clock and went to bed. Dad was late for work that day.
(Sat 25th Aug 2007, 23:28, More)

» Hidden Treasure

Ahh memories
When we were younguns, me and my brother used to go to a nearby housing development which was very much in its early stages. We took upon playing there as an act of mild revenge for them destroying our tree house.

Anyway, the development was being readied and a whole mound of earth was piled up in the middle of nowhere. My brother and I were reading out our own, made up on the spot radio scripts down some massive pipes, making wonderful use of the echo.

I got bored, mainly because my brother moved from having a little radio station to just a big shout as many words as loud as you can session. I made my way up the huge mound of soil and sat at the top throwing things down at him.

I then unearthed something incredible, which will linger in my memory for years to come. I had found an old, dark green, very battered plastic soldier in a grenade-throwing position. I thought he was the best thing ever, even though his other hand had been broken off by undoubtedly many years of torture underground. I named him Acto, inspired by the Action Man I refused to like nor recommend be bought for me at Christmas time. Acto was of course much cooler than any toy from the shops, with his battle scars and mud smothered eyes, although I didn't admit this in public. Mum was a little concerned at how a filthy, deformed old toy soldier took pride atop my bedside table, shunning other such lovelies like the Slinky spring into an inferior role.

I think I still have him, too. Bugger knows where, though.
(Fri 1st Jul 2005, 0:29, More)

» I was drunk when I bought this

A Pizza
Off the pizza parlour fella who another drunken guy said looked like Deco.
(Thu 9th Jun 2005, 20:15, More)