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Hello !
I live in Southport which is rather near Liverpool.
My main things in life are my fiancee (seeing each other for nearly 3 years, no arguements to date, and she's lovely), Drumming (since I was 6), Drawing (since I could hold a pencil), Gaming (Mortal Kombat 2 and Sonic & Knuckles are personal faves), Drinking (since I was about 15), and Dancing (badly) are the main things in my life.
This is me as a pixel character - drawn by myself and one of my mates.
And, yes, my drum kit really is that colour.
For now.
And since -everyone- has them - here's mine, me in South Park style.
So long y'all.
What Ho! And cheerio,
From Tangentboy (Tom).
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Hello !
I live in Southport which is rather near Liverpool.
My main things in life are my fiancee (seeing each other for nearly 3 years, no arguements to date, and she's lovely), Drumming (since I was 6), Drawing (since I could hold a pencil), Gaming (Mortal Kombat 2 and Sonic & Knuckles are personal faves), Drinking (since I was about 15), and Dancing (badly) are the main things in my life.
This is me as a pixel character - drawn by myself and one of my mates.
And, yes, my drum kit really is that colour.
For now.
And since -everyone- has them - here's mine, me in South Park style.
So long y'all.
What Ho! And cheerio,
From Tangentboy (Tom).
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» School Trips
Story Of The Lost Ball
Told this one before - but I think it deserves to be told again :o)
True story of my own, and I still have the wristband from the Swiss hospital to prove it.
I was about 14-15 and was away with the school on a Skiing holiday to Switzerland
We hiked to a playground - so I decided to sit on the see saw whilst I caught my breath.
Unfortunately for me I was sitting the other way, so what I didn't notice was that 7-8 people were pushing on the other side, so that I was being raised up in the air.
At first I thought it was a joke by my mates, but unknown to me was that my mates were being held back by a group of scallies, whilst all their mates were lifting me up, and preparing to drop me (see, I was an intelligent unconventional type, which baffled their collective 5 brain cells).
I was now cacking myself as I began to drop, and drop fast.
I was leaning to my left hand side, and I attempted (unwisely) to support my dropped weight on my left leg. My leg broke just below my knee cap, and the bone came out of the skin. Lovely.
Only, I didn't feel the pain in my leg for about 9 days afterwards, as next in line for a meeting with Mr. See-Saw were my family jewels.
I cannot describe the pain I felt at that moment. Girls, ask any guy how it feels to be hurt down below, and they'll tell you. This was about 6 times worse, easily.
As I crumpled to the ground, the teachers swarmed around me, winced at my leg, and phoned an ambulance.
This is when I cupped my swollen nadgers, and realised that I couldn't refer to them using a plural anymore. One of them had gone. Disappeared into thin air.
When I arrived at the hospital, I spent 6 days in recovery getting a metal pin put into my leg and have it put in a cast, which EVERYONE signed.
The doctors said to me that my bollock might not come out of my body for up to 3 days, and if it didn't return after that, they would have to operate to bring it back out. Luckily for me, the day they scheduled me for surgery, it popped back out without warning. That was the strangest feeling in the world - it kinda felt like my scrotum was giving birth.
It was the strangest, horriblest, most painful thing that has happened to me in my life apart from a few bike accidents i've had.
Still hate the little bastards for doing that to me, but to my luck 3 of them were expelled for it. Serves 'em right.
(Thu 7th Dec 2006, 14:29, More)
Story Of The Lost Ball
Told this one before - but I think it deserves to be told again :o)
True story of my own, and I still have the wristband from the Swiss hospital to prove it.
I was about 14-15 and was away with the school on a Skiing holiday to Switzerland
We hiked to a playground - so I decided to sit on the see saw whilst I caught my breath.
Unfortunately for me I was sitting the other way, so what I didn't notice was that 7-8 people were pushing on the other side, so that I was being raised up in the air.
At first I thought it was a joke by my mates, but unknown to me was that my mates were being held back by a group of scallies, whilst all their mates were lifting me up, and preparing to drop me (see, I was an intelligent unconventional type, which baffled their collective 5 brain cells).
I was now cacking myself as I began to drop, and drop fast.
I was leaning to my left hand side, and I attempted (unwisely) to support my dropped weight on my left leg. My leg broke just below my knee cap, and the bone came out of the skin. Lovely.
Only, I didn't feel the pain in my leg for about 9 days afterwards, as next in line for a meeting with Mr. See-Saw were my family jewels.
I cannot describe the pain I felt at that moment. Girls, ask any guy how it feels to be hurt down below, and they'll tell you. This was about 6 times worse, easily.
As I crumpled to the ground, the teachers swarmed around me, winced at my leg, and phoned an ambulance.
This is when I cupped my swollen nadgers, and realised that I couldn't refer to them using a plural anymore. One of them had gone. Disappeared into thin air.
When I arrived at the hospital, I spent 6 days in recovery getting a metal pin put into my leg and have it put in a cast, which EVERYONE signed.
The doctors said to me that my bollock might not come out of my body for up to 3 days, and if it didn't return after that, they would have to operate to bring it back out. Luckily for me, the day they scheduled me for surgery, it popped back out without warning. That was the strangest feeling in the world - it kinda felt like my scrotum was giving birth.
It was the strangest, horriblest, most painful thing that has happened to me in my life apart from a few bike accidents i've had.
Still hate the little bastards for doing that to me, but to my luck 3 of them were expelled for it. Serves 'em right.
(Thu 7th Dec 2006, 14:29, More)
» I hurt my rude bits
Story Of The Lost Ball
True story of my own, and I still have the wristband from the Swiss hospital to prove it.
I was about 14-15 and was away with the school on a Skiing holiday to Switzerland
We hiked to a playground - so I decided to sit on the see saw whilst I caught my breath.
Unfortunately for me I was sitting the other way, so what I didn't notice was that 7-8 people were pushing on the other side, so that I was being raised up in the air.
At first I thought it was a joke by my mates, but unknown to me was that my mates were being held back by a group of scallies, whilst all their mates were lifting me up, and preparing to drop me (see, I was an intelligent unconventional type, which baffled their collective 5 brain cells).
I was now cacking myself, as I began to drop, and drop fast.
I was leaning to my left hand side, and I attempted (unwisely) to support my dropped weight on my left leg. My leg broke just below my knee cap, and the bone came out of the skin. Lovely.
Only, I didn't feel the pain in my leg for about 9 days afterwards, as next in line for a meeting with Mr. See-Saw were my family jewels.
I cannot describe the pain I felt at that moment. Girls, ask any guy how it feels to be hurt down below, and they'll tell you. This was about 6 times worse, easily.
As I crumpled to the ground, the teachers swarmed around me, winced at my leg, and phoned an ambulance.
This is when I cupped by swollen nadgers, and realised that I couldn't refer to them using a plural anymore. One of them had gone. Seemingly nowhere.
When I arrived at the hospital, I spent 6 days in recovery getting a metal pin put into my leg, and have it put in a cast, which EVERYONE signed.
The doctors said to me that my bollock might not come out of my body for up to 3 days, and if it didn't return after that, they would have to operate to bring it back out. Luckily for me, the day they scheduled me for surgery, it popped back out without warning.
It was the strangest, horriblest, most painful thing that has happened to me in my life.
Still hate the little bastards for doing that to me, but to my luck 3 of them were expelled for it. Serves 'em right.
{insert length joke here, as my length would fill the page} badum tish !
(Sun 16th Jul 2006, 16:33, More)
Story Of The Lost Ball
True story of my own, and I still have the wristband from the Swiss hospital to prove it.
I was about 14-15 and was away with the school on a Skiing holiday to Switzerland
We hiked to a playground - so I decided to sit on the see saw whilst I caught my breath.
Unfortunately for me I was sitting the other way, so what I didn't notice was that 7-8 people were pushing on the other side, so that I was being raised up in the air.
At first I thought it was a joke by my mates, but unknown to me was that my mates were being held back by a group of scallies, whilst all their mates were lifting me up, and preparing to drop me (see, I was an intelligent unconventional type, which baffled their collective 5 brain cells).
I was now cacking myself, as I began to drop, and drop fast.
I was leaning to my left hand side, and I attempted (unwisely) to support my dropped weight on my left leg. My leg broke just below my knee cap, and the bone came out of the skin. Lovely.
Only, I didn't feel the pain in my leg for about 9 days afterwards, as next in line for a meeting with Mr. See-Saw were my family jewels.
I cannot describe the pain I felt at that moment. Girls, ask any guy how it feels to be hurt down below, and they'll tell you. This was about 6 times worse, easily.
As I crumpled to the ground, the teachers swarmed around me, winced at my leg, and phoned an ambulance.
This is when I cupped by swollen nadgers, and realised that I couldn't refer to them using a plural anymore. One of them had gone. Seemingly nowhere.
When I arrived at the hospital, I spent 6 days in recovery getting a metal pin put into my leg, and have it put in a cast, which EVERYONE signed.
The doctors said to me that my bollock might not come out of my body for up to 3 days, and if it didn't return after that, they would have to operate to bring it back out. Luckily for me, the day they scheduled me for surgery, it popped back out without warning.
It was the strangest, horriblest, most painful thing that has happened to me in my life.
Still hate the little bastards for doing that to me, but to my luck 3 of them were expelled for it. Serves 'em right.
{insert length joke here, as my length would fill the page} badum tish !
(Sun 16th Jul 2006, 16:33, More)
» When were you last really scared?
Gigs & Hi-Jinks
Raging Speed Horn - Manchester 2004 - I got a rib and my ankle broken, and I saw 5 people being taken over the top of the crowd and put straight onto waiting stretchers behind the Pit Crew.
Also, Slipknot (who were amazing) did some pretty stupid things. I had two of the band members jump right on top of me at different parts of the gig - luckily me being a big guy, I took their weight and did my best at throwing them away from me and towards the stage. It worked quite well, as one of them (I think it was the 2nd drummer) landed on the Pit Crew a good 4-5 foot away. I was quite proud until people saw what I had done. I was asked all bloody night for lifts up to crowd-surf. Was still incredible though.
(Thu 22nd Feb 2007, 18:09, More)
Gigs & Hi-Jinks
Raging Speed Horn - Manchester 2004 - I got a rib and my ankle broken, and I saw 5 people being taken over the top of the crowd and put straight onto waiting stretchers behind the Pit Crew.
Also, Slipknot (who were amazing) did some pretty stupid things. I had two of the band members jump right on top of me at different parts of the gig - luckily me being a big guy, I took their weight and did my best at throwing them away from me and towards the stage. It worked quite well, as one of them (I think it was the 2nd drummer) landed on the Pit Crew a good 4-5 foot away. I was quite proud until people saw what I had done. I was asked all bloody night for lifts up to crowd-surf. Was still incredible though.
(Thu 22nd Feb 2007, 18:09, More)
» Posh
Poshness...
My fiancee's dads cousin is Lord Charles Brockett (posh fella who did Bad Lads Army) - I met him a while back at an obscure family members wedding.
Had a few drinks with him and had a chat - he's one hell of a drinker (offer him a Sherry and he'll be your best friend) and very funny too, told some good stories.
Totally unrelated, i've also met Toots (from Toots and the Maytals) [awesome bloke], Ulrika Johnson (when the -now closed down- T-Mobile shop in Southport opened) [didn't say much, but smiled way too often] and Ardal O'Hanlon [was very nice, down to earth guy]
Random but true.
Oh, and my mate Dave said he met Mr.T when he was little, but I don't believe him.
(Fri 16th Sep 2005, 1:28, More)
Poshness...
My fiancee's dads cousin is Lord Charles Brockett (posh fella who did Bad Lads Army) - I met him a while back at an obscure family members wedding.
Had a few drinks with him and had a chat - he's one hell of a drinker (offer him a Sherry and he'll be your best friend) and very funny too, told some good stories.
Totally unrelated, i've also met Toots (from Toots and the Maytals) [awesome bloke], Ulrika Johnson (when the -now closed down- T-Mobile shop in Southport opened) [didn't say much, but smiled way too often] and Ardal O'Hanlon [was very nice, down to earth guy]
Random but true.
Oh, and my mate Dave said he met Mr.T when he was little, but I don't believe him.
(Fri 16th Sep 2005, 1:28, More)
» Your first cigarette
My first one
was a B&H I recall. Nothing exciting happened really. 2 more were had by me in the evening and then my mates rolled a doobie.
My missus on the other hand had a bit of a shocker. Shes a bit on the light side of things (she's a skinny bint) and she wanted to take up smoking because she was curious.
Now, my favourite brand is Lucky Strikes. Heavy stuff. The full strength ones I get off the internet (the ones in shops are nothing like these - honestly, they're more like a cigars).
She put one of these beauties to her lips, which I lit. She inhaled deeply. A bit too deeply. She started coughing. Alot.
So much so she ended up falling down the bloody stairs, ending up breaking a leg on the plummet.
She's all better now and still smoking. But not Luckies. Those give her bad memories apparantley.
(Thu 20th Mar 2008, 0:58, More)
My first one
was a B&H I recall. Nothing exciting happened really. 2 more were had by me in the evening and then my mates rolled a doobie.
My missus on the other hand had a bit of a shocker. Shes a bit on the light side of things (she's a skinny bint) and she wanted to take up smoking because she was curious.
Now, my favourite brand is Lucky Strikes. Heavy stuff. The full strength ones I get off the internet (the ones in shops are nothing like these - honestly, they're more like a cigars).
She put one of these beauties to her lips, which I lit. She inhaled deeply. A bit too deeply. She started coughing. Alot.
So much so she ended up falling down the bloody stairs, ending up breaking a leg on the plummet.
She's all better now and still smoking. But not Luckies. Those give her bad memories apparantley.
(Thu 20th Mar 2008, 0:58, More)