» Expensive Weekends

Taking an ex out for her birthday..
Being 17, with a job I was having 6 hours a week at, this was never going to be a cheap affair for me. I saved for nigh on 4 months for this, as I had to pretty much pay my own way aswell on the grand total of pretty much nothing.
Honestly though, this girl deserved it - home life falling apart, blah blah blah.

Twishite tickets x2 - £16
Solid and Liquid refreshment for said film - £19
Dinner at what is essentially a spicy chicken restaurant? £35 (granted, allowed for alcohol.)
Some video game or other - £45
some drink for the house afterwards - £7.50
Taxi home, because buses arent classy - £20
Grand total : £142.50

Majorly falling out with the girl a month beforehand, and spending said money on getting absolutely monged on your own birthday a little while before hers? Priceless.

(losing your b3ta V in a horribly uninteresting way - priceless.)
(Thu 13th May 2010, 14:40, More)

» Funerals II

Drunken wandering..
Not me, but a friend of the (now ex) fiancé..

Your average big country lad, bit thick, jolly as santa and one of these that always has that drink too many and decides to start adventuring.

Out in some town or other, goes out on the drink. Has aforementioned drink too many, decides to hit the road. Ends up crossing fields, back roads, you name it. Now, me or you would think "hmm, too far. Ill ring a taxi from that building up there." Nope.

Enters building "Ooh, finger buffet. Score." Munching away, drunken sway, noone around. Cant beat that, till people start filing into the room. People in suits and their sunday best. Fair few of them are pretty damn old too.

Que being sprung outside by some of the blokes, feeling a little rejected. Turn around. Funeral procession.
(Thu 18th Apr 2013, 3:43, More)

» Beautiful Moments, Part Two

True grit.
Im a member of an MMA gym that dabbles in pretty much any fight sport you can think of - if you can do it, we'll have a class for it.
Anyway, when I started coming I remember a guy who took private boxing lessons. He sticks out for one reason.
Im not sure what he had - but he was majorly disabled. And this guy gave it his all, he couldnt do much due to being physically handicapped, but he gave it his all.

Ive never felt pride for somebody ive never personally spoke to, but that guy put me to shame everytime I wanted to drop out halfway through a class.
Hats off to that true warrior. Puts life outside the gym into perspective to - dont let ANYTHING beat you.
(Sat 7th Aug 2010, 2:22, More)

» Ouch!

Teeth. I hate them.
'twas a lovely summers day, spent in the gym as per. Sparring with a friend, all is lovely until I take a belter of a hook to the jaw. "Ouch" thinks I, then nothing of it.
Fast forward a few weeks, the areas a little bit tender and swollen. nothing serious.
Couple of days later, absolute agony, swellings gone though. Go through 3 days of this before another 4 days of heavy painkiller use to numb it, the mindset being "leave it and itll go away" until I finally complain to the mother and she books me a dental appointment. (Cheek swollen massively, but I didnt realise.)
Day of the dentist comes, im still off my face on the strongest painkillers I can find and taking more than I should. Dentist goes to work.
The hook had knocked my tooth ever so slightly out of place, the root doing something to a nerve making it hurt like fuck. And where the little gap where the root was became a lovely little abcess.
Root Canal needed - painkiller prescription to get me to the day of the root canal. Dentist gives me a pat on the back for the 3 days of pain tolerance and im "more man" than him back when I was 15.
Day of the Root Canal rolls around - Syringe. Right into the fucking abcess. Im not sure how it happened, but I ended up rabbit punching the dentist on the chin, as he was causing me the most pain ive ever been in.
He took it well and still did the work though, god bless the man.
(Fri 30th Jul 2010, 2:52, More)

» Caught!

Aaah... School.
-wavy lines, back to my last year of compulsory education-

I had two escapades that stick out this year, one being right at the start, and one being right at the end.

The first one?
First year meeting of the year. Everyone is buzzing with stories of their summers - and the fact this is our last ever year. Which of course means we can actually go to the shop for dinner.
The shop, the holy grail of eating at the time. (Meant we could stick it to Jamie Oliver and get the biggest, shittest microwave hotdog going. 'aave it!)
But no - We couldnt make this journey for the first week. We needed a slip of permission from our wonderful parents returned and passes printed.
The dinner bell rings.
Fuck this, think I and other like minded Pioneers.
We trek to the far end of the school field, and begin hopping the fence, single file. Great escape? Pah!
Saving hte best till last, I light my cigarette, and hop the fence.
And instead of sweet freedom, im met with my head of year watching me from down the lane. "Bollocks" think I.
Glances are traded.
an awkwardly hidden draw of the cigarette is taken.
"Bollocks to this" I think, proud of my large vocabulary.
The middle finger salute is given by both hands, and I make my daring journey to the shop.
A phone call home secured my week of detentions for this heinous crime.
Still, a victory to me.

-fast forward is pressed-

Aaah, the last compulsory week of education - the last Business lesson id ever have, right after a gruelling day of mock GCSE's.
The teacher? A substitute, although from the ICT department. (and what would soon turn out to be, a major member of the H&S brigade.)
His respect? zero to none.
15 minutes left? flagging? see the bus pulling up?
Oh, its time to go. But how?
His backs turned..
The windows open..
I went for it.
I made it.
That night, another phonecall from school.
It apparently went something like -
ICT teacher: "Id like to keep bredstkcriminal for a detention on Friday."
Mother: "Whats he done?"
T: "Jumped out of a window."
M: "Haha! Was it a second floor?"
T: (annoyed) "No, it was ground floor, but we cant have all the students behaving this way."
M: "Oh, of course not."
So, I earned a detention on my last ever day of school. Of course I didnt bloody turn up!

Apologies if its too long.
(Sat 5th Jun 2010, 1:43, More)