Ahoy there World.

Good day there weirdo.

Well i thought i would jot a few things down why not i hear myself subconsciously mutter. I believe my last jaunt i wrote about was Reading festival and all the tomfoolery along the way. Holy mother of window, i cant believe that was pretty much 2 months ago - time flies when you're existing. Well hey existing is a bit of a pessimist term i reckon, I'm living like alive things do. So let me climb to the highest diving board and jump straight into the memory pool.

I've been working pretty hard i guess in some sense, I've had a few jobs on the go, not only am i King of all things cinematic, i also make lawns look pretty and even screwed some walls together in the effort to convert a loft to something it once was not. I've had my work based finger in many pies this summer and I think it has broadened my horizons, challenged me but in all i think it gave me a healthy dose of reality. I also met some great new people, which is one of the things that I truly enjoy - this world is full of people and I'd meet them all if i had my way. Well not all of them, there is a fair few people I'd happily never meet. These include in no particular order: Margaret Thatcher, Axl Rose, Robert Mugabe, Christian Bale and the lady who dropped the cat in the wheelie bin. Also there are more. But hey, if there weren't wankers int he world who would we healthy vent our animosity towards i ask you?

Oh Halloween is on the way yeah it is, one of my favourite times of the year right here. Not 100% sure why but i just get this feeling, it's one of excitement coupled with child-like glee. I cant wait to dress up this year and party so hard with other ghouls and popular fear-figures. I think fear like many other things in life is addictive, i love a good scare - what a junkie i am. Talking of scares, I'm going to see the new Paranormal Activity film tonight, oh gosh I'm scared. Fun times ahead. I'd like to experience Halloween in America sometime, those Yanks sure take it to heart and i like that, why the devil not! (Devil pun, i like.)

Now for no other reason than me being very chilly, I'm going to cut(throat) this post short. Wow i love those Halloween puns yeah i do! I'm in 'grave' danger of catching a cold so i think this post has reached its demise. It has been lovely having you.

For the moment i'm as Happy as me in a candy shop. And that is quite happy. We'll see how it plays out but yeah. Things are looking up....up.....up...and away.

(Take scare. Oh ha ha.)

From the finger tips of Bobby Kalafi.

Reading - you beaut.

Ok so this is long overdue. I have been lazy but I’m sure by now we are used to this, so no use crying over spilt milk etc etc, let us begin. It is time for me once again to cast my metaphoric fishing rod into the stream that happens to contain metaphorical fish shaped memories. In the words of ADTR - LET’S GO!

This blog entry is dedicated to Reading festival and what a beautiful festival it is. The place is alive with the stench of youthful exuberance, cider and burning chairs, what a great combination! The build-up to this years festival was long and my excitement was truly brimming when the day finally came. It was a stormy night in Gotham city....I mean Harlow... when I was picked up by Andy in his absolute beast of a jeep; this beaut was a pleasure to ride in - so much room for activities! The convoy from H-Town to Reading was rather impressive although in the monsoon one of our noble steeds (cars) was lost but all was fine in the end. Upon arriving in Reading there was true magic in the air, the kind of magic Harry Potters wand spewed after he has beer bonged a few too many strongbows!

After the strenuous waiting about and slogging across a site similar to the Somme, we finally set up our beautiful little camp. Situated close to the beautiful hedge in Orange campsite, this place was to be our home for the next few days. This stretch of mud saw atrocities reminiscent of a Japanese POW camp and party’s reminiscent of an all girl’s catholic boarding school after they managed to sneak in boys and vodka. I had so much fun over these days and the memories I have will hold a dear place in my mind for the remaining years of which I can actually remember stuff. How about I take a few moments to document some of these moments of tomfoolery and charming youthful fun, yes I shall. I met a good few new people on this trip and as ever meeting new people is one of my favourite tipples, they were all ever so cool and contributed to the overall experience. And of course all of the pals I went with you guys made it too, you are all crazy yet beautiful human beings who I am proud to call my friends - we did well guys. Ok enough sentiment, time to mention the SCUTTLERS. Wow what a beautiful activity scuttling is, for those of you who do not know it basically involves choosing a target, then encircling said target while chanting 'Scuttle,scuttle, scuttle scuttle scuttle'. A new breed of scuttler was developed at Reading, our numbers grew and the scuttling was top notch, well done everyone! My personal favourite scuttle was the girl who got the Fosters crate over her head... BAM she couldn't see a thing! Our lovely campfire that consisted of stolen chairs is also worth a mention, the mountain of charred tent poles was a sight to behold, shame the dweeby security/ghostbuster had to come and put it out with his water pistol! The crazy drug/alcohol induced acts that went on in camp were numerous and if I were to write about them all I think I may be here until next year’s festival so I think I shall move on....to the music!

I almost forgot Reading was a music festival while writing about the camp antics....but I assure you it is! This year I watched some great performances and musically it was one of the best festivals I’ve been too. The Libertines reunion was always going to be either a huge success or a heroin tainted (baby)shambles, (notice what I did there?). I was ever so glad though to bear witness to an amazing set, Barat/Doherty/Hassall and Powell gripped me by the testicles that evening and dragged me on a sweaty/boozy journey back to the early days of the libertines and I bore witness to the last true English rock legends doing their thing. These guys blew me away and I take my imaginary hat off to them, they are all great at what they do and regardless of what anyone says Doherty is a genius! Weezer were another great performance and one of my favourite of the weekend. These guys bring a whole new dimension to the stage and I found myself in a happy little Weezer inspired bubble while watching them, Rivers Cuomo is a man after my own heart, he is a genius just like myself and is unlike any front man I have ever borne witness too, quite simply he's the man! Musically these guys are brilliant and I found myself dragged into skit around the streets of Beverley Hills - courtesy of Rivers and co! A memorable performance was that of Guns and Roses, but not for the right reasons. Axel Rose is quite possibly the biggest moron on the face of the Earth, and after turning up an hour late (potential because his oversized ego got stuck in a doorway?), he and his cronies put on a lacklustre performance that was cut short due to licensing laws. We attempted to rush the stage but we were tackled down by the hired goons. Fuck you Axel! Other bands worth mentioning in no particular order are: A Day To Remember, this guys are awesome, they rocked hard and had an impressive array of hardcore boy band moves like the in sync head banging! Blink 182 were a pleasure to watch but they let me down slightly, I fear I was expecting too much maybe? Mumford and Sons were brilliant, the crowd around the NME tent was huge, like thousands of ants trying to converge around one lump of delicious Mumford and Son flavoured sugar. These guys are destined for big things I’m sure, me and Craig managed to sneak backstage and meet them, we even saw them warm up before they went on stage in a tiny backstage cabin, they were all singing and playing their instruments in harmony it was quite special to watch! A few other bands that were swell included The King Blues, Limp Bizkit, Biffy and Paramore to name but a few!

I fear this post has spiralled out of control, like a one man plane being flown by an alcoholic chimpanzee. Like all good things and all not so good things for that matter, Reading came to an end and so will this post. One thing I forgot to mention was I met Travis Barker, that guy is a dude, we are basically best friends now! Reading is an amazing festival, it's the playground of the young who with fire in their souls (not to mention cider and other narcotics) party with such a passion, a passion for life and not giving a fuck, sticking it to the man and burning stuff for the sake of making fire. The Reading riots can get out of hand but maybe it is due to the oppression the youth of today live under, Reading is an opportunity to vent our anger!....Ok I’m talking bollocks it's a bunch of pissed up kids being little hooligans but it is a hell of a lot of fun! If I ever have kids I’ll tell them of when their dad was a little shite just like themselves, scuttling innocent people and generally being a menace - oh how proud they'll be.

This has been quite a nice stroll down memory lane, although while walking down this lane I passed several dozen burnt tents and was scuttled by an angry group of teens! Until next time this is goodbye, and for my passing comment I will say this....life is good and I love you all (apart from the jerks), peace.

From the Brain and finger tips of Bobby Kalafi.

P.S - Back your hand up BOY!!! That was for Naya, hubba hubba ;)

x

Void

Dearest brain. I shall update this space soon, Newquay and all the madness it bought shall be spread upon these pages like a not so subtle sneeze.

Soon.

Soon.

I got bitten by the Glasto bug

I don't think I could ever give Glastonbury festival the credit it deserves using my mere mortal pen (well keyboard), but I sure can give it a go! I am writing this very much for my own benefit, so in my pre-senile mid-life glory days, I can look back and think, wow man you used to be cool! People often describe Glastonbury as something special but until you actually arrive for the first time and take in this place you don't fully appreciate its scale, the very magic that blows through this farm, mingled with the stench of human excrement of course!

I'm sure some wise, yet undoubtedly nerd like being once said something along the lines of 'It's not the destination, but the journey bla de bla'. But the journey to Glasto was great times, my car consisted of Craig, Flemmo and the Scotsman, we had some great laughs and the excitement was brimming. The excitement flowing through my veins was like a kind of Somerset homemade heroin; I couldn't wait for the biggest hit of them all that would shoot through me as the festival site slowly crept into view over some humble Pilton tree line. 3 hours of banter, a well timed mooney and general debauchery later we reached our goal, pulling into the car park I kinda felt as if I was pulling into my second home, my second home that I shared with 175000 others, all part of the same family flowing with good Karma. We eventually set up our camp, this place was home for the next 6 days, it treated us well and we attempted to keep it clean, sadly this didn’t work but luckily we didn't get rats (potential jibe aimed at James there).

When walking around Glastonbury I truly feel as if I belong, and I think this is one of the greatest things about the festival. It’s almost like another world, there are no prejudices and it seems everyone is accepted, what a beautiful vibe indeed. Black,White,Green or Yellow nobody cares, in a good way of course. The vastness of the festival itself always astounds me, I believe we must have walked close to 100 miles all in all, maybe less but 100 is a nice round number. We walked around so much but still saw less than half of it I’m sure. I read that the festival becomes the third largest city in Somerset or something which I thought was kinda cool, maybe you agree, maybe you don’t? I feel that the guys I went with helped make the festival what it was, heck I’m sure of it. Jumbo,Ryan,Ross,Craig,Jamie,Matt and Calum, you guys made this shit what it was, some of the best days of my life, thank you.

Ok enough of this emotional man love, maybe a mini review of the music as I guess it is a huge part of the festival. Although there were some great acts, this year in particular I took a different outlook. I wasn't overly fussed about seeing bands and didn't let it turn me into a maniac running from stage to stage, I took it easy and in true Glasto style took each day as it came, what a great way to live! Regardless of that heartfelt speech I did see quite a few bands anyway! I will try to rattle off a few of the more memorable ones. 'There's only one Rolfy Haaris, one Rolfy Haaris!' - Rolf opening the festival was perfect, dancing around as this Australian wizard sang all his greats made me so happy, as perfect a moment as I can recall in my so far beautifully lived life! Vampire weekend were well up there for me, this band truly are one of my favourites, and admittedly I once frowned upon them boy have I been converted to the church of vamp. I love their music, it takes me to a place I want to be, puts me into the frame of mind I want to be in, and most importantly it makes me happy. I think these guys are genius, particularly the front man Ezra, whom after meeting him at Reading and him allowing me and Craig to watch the band from the side of the stage, will always go down in my books as a true legend. The Courteeners will always stay in my memory for not particularly music reasons. I like a few of their songs but as middle of the road indie goes I’m not so won over, but in fairness these guys put on a great show. The true magic of their performance was created by us. Me and Craig managed to sweet talk, duck and dive our way onto the actual stage while they were playing, a great talent we seem to possess. Upon looking at the crowd and beside being blown away, we noticed Jumbo, Ross and Jamie waving up at us, then we spotted Matt and Ryan who were also shouting up at us, what a surreal moment that will surely stay with me. I'M TALKING BACKSTAGE! (had to be there moment!). After me and Craig got kicked out by security we managed to wade our way to the front of the crowd where we were all united, what a beautiful moment, for this I guess I must thank the Courteeners, however vain their front man is (Bell end). Biffy Clyros secret set was a beautiful super Scottish explosion of raw rocking energy, all fit into moderately tight orange jeans. This set was filled with such passion and raw brute irn-bru fuelled aggression it was a pleasure to behold, the huge crowds situated on the surrounding hills was equally impressive. The random gipsy like band we saw on the shoddy little bandstand stood out for sheer fun, there’s something about a band making you lay on your back and pretend to ride a bicycle that makes them somewhat memorable. Gorrilaz were special, in a good or bad way I still cannot decide. The passion shown by Damon Albarn was humbling but also kind of sad, as admittedly the crowd were not showing the appreciation he so desired. Maybe this performance will not go down in his mind as one of this best, but more like a blur of something that might have been. Wow I’m good. Oh that reminds me for some strange reason that Scissor sisters and their super campness-fuelled endless energy was insane, what a great act! Along with the cheeky Kylie appearance, maybe a warm up for her headline performance next year, I’m sure it’s on the cards, just whether or not Eavis chooses to deal it I guess! Muse were good, but as you can by my use of the extremely boring adjective 'good' they will not go down in my own personal history books as one of the greats. Oh yes and if anybody has a spare needle please lend it to Matt Bellamy to deflate his head, maybe him and the guy from Courteeners should consider a side project? Now onto the gem in Glastonbury’s musical crown, Stevie Wonder! Wow this performance was amazing, it was the perfect end to my festival, as me and some of the guys chilled from afar in our devilishly comfortable camping chairs, watching this God of Motown do his thing, and does anybody do this 'thing better', I greatly doubt this. As he paid tribute to Michael Jackson, playing 'Human Nature' on his harmonica, I knew I was witnessing musical legend in the flesh, a real 'Glastonbury moment' that will stay with me until my dying days!

I feel this entry has turned more into a short story, but hey it feels right, it just feels right, it feels the complete opposite to left, which is right. Maybe time for a few random yet amazing memories/stories/sayings that made this trip so great. To be honest I don’t fancy writing these fully so maybe a mish-mash list. Sounds good to me. The saying 'I'm Talking downtown' that evolved into a saying for all occasions e.g. I can’t wait to eat, I'm talking noodles!' - you get the picture. The general nicknames that developed, particularly 'King Boob', which was given to Jamie after his boob like actions, mainly for losing his ticket and being denied re-entry to the festival for about an hour - you're always getting left behind, I’m talking King Boob!'. My Chewbacca mask that I once put on in the morning wearing nothing put some skimpy pants and generally dancing around, sometimes with a spot of morning glory, how charming! Ryan being King Nap and overly sleeping along with James being a general drunken mess meeting random gay friends. Ross being a general comical genius introducing me to to phrases such as 'Gooons' and 'HEY BABEEEEY', pure magic. Mocking Cockburns general Scottishness and Flemmos tendency to fall in love. Craig just being himself, probably the funniest person i know and constantly having me in stitches, ' You may wanna cover me in butter, cos I’m one baked potato!'. Stealing some poor souls wheelbarrow and wheeling Craig proudly along in it. Our general sneaking backstage tricking the cavemen like security and meeting Alex Turner,Florence,Zane Lowe and fair few other cool individuals. Our epic journey home that could have been so depressing but which actually lead to so many laughs in our game of 'oneupmanship overtaking'- amazing game.

Like all good things, this post should really come to an end. Glastonbury really is something I feel everyone should experience, maybe it's not your cup of tea? But if it is, I guarantee you that will be the sweetest tea you ever drink. I have my amazing memories, the pictures and the slight tan. Thank you Glastonbury.

From my brain to yours with much sincerity,

Bob.

Well here i am, managing to squeeze this over due blog entry in the midst of frantic packing. Me and the motely crew shall soon be embarking on a journey of enlightenment, a journey of self discovery and extreme partying. We're going to a little village in Somerset for a festival known as Glastonbury. Boy oh boy am i excited, although my current packing efforts are somewhat non-existent. Packing really is quite lame, i don't like it one bit. It almost makes me nervous, packing stuff to go away and knowing it is very likely i have forgotten something. (That reminds me pack ticket will be right back!). Ok that's sorted, imagine that rolling up without a ticket, what a kick in the balls that would be!

But yes, the beautiful summer starts now in my books. Hitting the road with a group of my best pals, singing,shouting at passers by, getting naked erm i mean....but yes the road trip itself is a huge part of the fun, just hoping i don't fall asleep that would be all sorts of a catastrophe! Who knows what crazy people I'm going to meet over the next few days, which abstract bands I'm going to dance to as if my bones were non-existent - that's some crazy dancing right there! I have a lot to look forward to this summer and generally i am loving life right now. The people in my life are absolute gems, diamonds,sapphires and all other sorts of precious stones! Without the people around me who i love ever so much, my life wouldn't be fun at all so thank you one and all! (unless you are a dickhead of course!)

Well this blog is going to have to be short yet ever so delightfully sweet. I shall cheer on South Africa for another ten minutes (by the way i love the world cup, but that's a story for another day), and then i shall continue packing and this wonderful week long party shall begin.

Yours with love. Your biggest fan,

Bobby Kalafi VII

We made history

Wednesday has to be the worst day of the week surely. What good ever comes from a Wednesday, i'm alsmost angry at this day, this stupid day. It doesn't hold any of the promise of a Monday, the first of the week, anythings possible, the foot of the mountain that will be your week,the start of a great adventure. Ok so then you have Tuesday, Monday has flown past and you find yourself in Tuesday, thinking hey this is going well, nearly half way through the unexciting part of the week, you can see the peak of the mountain in the distance, life is good. Then BAM, Wednesday comes and ruins it all. You reach the peak of the week and think, oh that wasn't so great, i imagine Wednesday is prone to rain in general, and misery. Wednesday's only purpose is that it was put there to ensure the innocent Tuesday or noble Thursday were not tainted by the pitfalls of the middle day. The only good thing about a Wednesday is that when it's over, it's no longer Wednesday. Fuck you Wednesday.

So here i am, ready to consume a litre of metaphorical epicac and throw up the contents of my fictious memory gland into this blog. So what's been happening in my little world. Let us see. University is now done and dusted for another year, wow it sure did fly by and I am happy really, let summer commence. The exams went by ok and although i hardly revised i think i did ok, key word in this sentence being 'think', but hey time will tell. I don't really want to talk about uni anymore to be honest, it's quite a monotonous subject and nothing particularly exciting will devleop from its discussion. So onto more pressing subjects, ones which i feel deserve a new paragraph as this one is so boring, it's so very boring i'm considering deleting it. After a brief moment i have decided not too, but i shall start that new paragraph.

BAM. Ok here we go. On sunday i went to the 'Rage Factor' gig at Finsbury park, the gig put on by Rage Against the Machine in return for their earning Christmas number one. What a great story that was, a big 'Fuck you' to Simon Cowell, regardless if he did profit X Factors Joe McGaydry or whatever his name was missed out on his precious Christmas number one, unlucky pal. The gig was awesome in general, also it being completely free was a bit cool, very much a rareity these days. We saw Gallows play, those absolute filth-pot punk fiends put on a great show, general aggression seems a trait of theirs, and they pull it off well. Oh also L'Mour La Morgue were dj'ing, i believe it is the guy from Lostprohets and a pal, they were really good and would like to see them again. They were dropping some dubbeats that were filthier than the average Germans internet browsing history. Filth. Gogol Bordello played before rage and they were quality, i have a lot of time for this band and their gypsy punk persona, made up of Russian/Ukrainian/Israely and who knows what else, they sure put on a show and i can't wait to catch them at Reading this summer, get my bounce on, oh yes. Rage themselves were on fire, not literally that would have been messy, but musically they were on fire. Such a good gig, getting involved in some pits with the Craig Meister, getting the shit knocked out of me and loving it. Pulling out the chainsaw move and cutting all sorts of shapes. What a great band and a great day. According to Rage we made history, i like to think we did to.

Mmm so what else has been going down. I have started a somewhat 'healthy living regime', wow that makes me sound like a health conscious Nazi. But yeah i am going to try and get into some degree of shape, who knows it if will work we shall see. I'm pretty excited for summer right now, Glastonbury is a mere 2 weeks away and will most definately be a blast, we have quite a little crew going this year which is going to be brilliant. I'M ON THE PARK STAGE. Poor Park Stage security guard doesnt know what's coming. After Glastonbury the beautiful Newquay awaits, 8 cheeky chaps in one retirement cottage, madness is sure to ensue. Then the little matter of Reading, maybe Sonisphere and God knows what other madness this summer. It's good to be alive. I am a happy lad right now, life is pretty neat,meeting some amazing new people and taking part in general fun activitys, SO MANY ACTIVITYS. If happiness was a baseball i just smashed it out of the stadium into the car park.

Well i think the time has come for this post to come to an end. I feel enlightened, reading through my own thoughts makes me realise how wonderful i am. I kid. But it is good fun and i reccomend you try it some time. Anyway the last boat leaving blog Island is ready to depart so i guess my time is up, time to set sail.

Peace and love blog people.

Bob

May has nearly come and gone. Wow!

Ok ok ok, so what i havn't updated this for liek what 3 months, i surely had much more important stuff on my mind and i was persuing a huge range of both engaging and beneficail activites....LOL jk. God i hate that stupid thing, Facebook really annoys me but i cant help but waste hours on that cursed site. I liken it to a form of digital heroin, thing is it's free and you can get a fix whenever you may fancy. It's like the perfect drug at that, totally legal and particularly for those hooked on its dirty younger brother, i call it 'Social-whore-oin', the craving for social interaction. I wont lie i am hooked on both, i like interacting with other human beings but maybe facebook isn't healthy for the young children of today. I feel that the spoken word may slowly be deteriorating due to online interaction, but hey what do i know.

Ok a recap of the last few months, what has been going on let me see....mmm amazing how i cant remeber much. I have been having a good time i guess with the motely crew, partying and what not as we do. University is going rather well and as I write I only have 2 exams left. I've had an intense 2 days of exams, two 3 hour powerhouses, both 9 am starts which i got up for a lot easier than i imagined i would. I have discovered that I really do enjoy getting up early, the world is such a better place early in the morning, it seems more peaceful, i think even the weather knows this as it is often glorious first thing! I may start training my body to get up early, I feel it will do me the world of good but i can;t help but think i wont keep it up. Maybe if i had stuff to get up for everyday then I would actually get up, i blame a relaxed university lifestyle for my downfall.

A random note to self, one which i have learnt over the last few months. All girls are crazy, absolutely crazy, utterly mad, psychotic may even be appropriate. Whats the deal with you girls eh? Ok rant over.

Mmm i'm going to be totally honest right now, i don't really want to write anymore i may watch some random videos on the internet until my eyes hurt because they have been staring at a screen for to long. The great thing about having no readers is there is nobody to complain. This being the case i am essentially talking to myself, making me as crazy as all the girls in the World. But alas nobody is reading this therfore it's not happening therefore i am not crazy. Wow i feel better.

Goodbye for now, see ya in 3 months.

BK Baracus.

Wow I suck

So yeah, i kept regulalry updating my blog for like 2 weeks, wow i'm crap. But hey it has not been forgotten, nope here i am again. Maybe in this blog i will just spout some memories as and when they come to my head, hmmm.

As i write this i am once again experiencing some illness, some sort of head cold - it sucks. I swear my internal defences are weak, those damn forces. I'm not sure if its just me but i often imagine my immune system as a tiny army, i'm not sure why it just amuses me. Things would be so much more amusing that way, fighting off an infection bought to a whole new light. I believe in a cruel twist of fate the mild change in weather has cursed me with this cold. It all started when that fickle friend of mine the sun started shining enough to encourage me to clean my car, then BAM a chill hit me and now i am moping around dosing up on max strength cold and flu. I believe it is a course set forth in my life to be constantly battling against allergies and diseases destined for the nerds. Well sun, you either burn me or lure me into a false sense of security, you have some making up to do.

On the university front, things are going ok. Only one week until i break up for a glorious Easter, all that stands in my way is an essay on British people and whether or not they want to be private. It's a real interesting one and maybe i will post ot on here when i am done - or maybe not who knows. It's amazing how quickly a uni term will fly past and i am still taking the place for granted,the year is basically over as when we return after easter it's pretty much exams. The summer should be nice times, i am excited and have a lot of good times ahead i'm sure. I am looking forward to festivals oh yes i am, but thats a topic i could waffle on about all day long, i will save it for another time! Now let's bump this happy outlook down a little, i am very much missing people who aren't in my life right now but hey i'm sure life will find a way (Jurrasic Park quotations oh yes!)

Hmm, i am rather tired right now and although this has been a short update it was an update none the less. Oh yes it just came to mind, Deaf Havana are awesome, saw them at the square and they owned the place. Another thing - me and james are hoping to start some sort of promotions shindig, it would be great and i hope we can sort something out!

BAM.

Until the next update (which will hopefully be a lot sooner),

Over and out.

I'm Sorry

I am sorry for the lack of attention i have given you blog, i will return triumphantly very soon i promise,

Watch this space.

Wake me up,when February ends.

Captains Blog Stardate 16022010, I feel slightly ashamed at what has evidently turned in to a neglected blog, i can only apologise and hope in my heart of hearts that you still love me. Note to self: Blogs are for life, not just for Christmas. Now that these feelings are out in the open, i shall set forth do what i intended to, write down stuff that merits being written down! The first thing i can think about that is note worthy is the weekend just passed, and what a good one it has been at that! Thursday was mildy lame this week but Friday made up for this with style. The De-Railed gig at the rugby club was fantastic,it was a full house and boy did we party hard. I hope i can be involved in many more events like this as it was just a quality night for all of those involved! While on the topic of band stuff, wow it is hard to promote a band these days but hey it poses a challenge and challenges are fun right! Back to the fun weekend - Saturday we hit up paintballing for Ashcrofts birthday and it was a quality day by all accounts. After a very rough start (late night and a few to many spoonfuls of medicine) my inner rambo was soon on the prowl. I love paintballing with a passion and it brings back many great memories of childhood pals and the fun we had. If i ever come into money i will buy the most monsterous paintball gun known to man and unleash pure paint related hell on all those before me. Wow i sound like Adolf Hitler, had he been a paintballing enthusiast.

Moving on from Nazi discussion i feel now is as good time as ever to discuss history. Yes history has become a reccuring topic in this blog and hey why not some of this stuff is uber interesting! Today in my Cold War module i learnt about the secret services during the cold war like the KGB and FBI etc. This is some pretty interesting stuff and only further increased my fears of the Russians. Although the KGB is now disbanded i still have my fears, they are watching us people... . Also apparently like our James Bond the Soviet Union had their own equivalent, but instead of being a womaniser he was loyal to Communism and country. Ha what a loser, and instead of using gadgets he used something lame, our lecturer tried to convince us that he was better than James Bond, I think not. A quick google search confirmed this joker as none other than Max Otto von Stirlitz, well Stirlitz my old Commrade, I'm sorry to say but James Bond owns you all day long! Another random yet interesting point about the KGB is that they killed somebody in London at a bus stop using a poisoned umbrella, well i guess the term 'Sneaky Russian' has been well earned over the years! My view of the average KGB agent is still reminiscent of Borris the Blade, God bless you Borris, the Rasputin of our age.

Festival season is now fast approaching us, and as i sit here listening to Lostprophets i am optimistic about the summer ahead. Glastonbury isn't looking anything special but hey when has it let me down yet, never that's when. If any other festival had the Glastonbury line-up so far i would be disappointed to be fair, but with something like 30 stages i know there will be more than enough to tickle my musical fancy. But unlike many other festivals, Glastonbury is not totally about the music, and when i am sitting in a treehouse sipping tea and eating cake in a field in Somerset, i couldn't be happier. Back to reality for a moment, on the other side of the festival spectrum Download has come up trumps and has produced a so far amazing line-up. Any festival that has AC/DC, Rage Against the Machine and Aerosmith headlining means business, not all to my personal taste but as legends go...wow. Have the organisers spent to much on these acts though, will the rest of the bill be affected...we shall soon find out. Now to Reading/Leeds, what an experience Reading was last year oh boy! This year i will be attending Leeds VIP style i believe, I'm sure it will be fun times, no i know it will be fun times! As far as line-ups are concerned i am feeling Blink 182 to headline somewhere i would imagine its going to be the mainstage but stranger stuff has happened. Could Green Day make an appearance for a real pop punk summer its a possability i'm sure. MCR have been thrown around as possabilities and i would check them out the big emo that i am. A few other random bands i think will be there are Paramore, Lostprophets, Subways hopefully and now i cant be bothered to write more but i think i have a good idea of a few people who will play. I'm cool like that.

Ok enough talk of Festivals and summer madness, i am really longing for summer and this is not like me, i am usally a pale Vampire like winter lover.On a quick side note i would love to be a vampire, but then the question is raised as to what kind of fantasy being would i be if i had the chance hmm....i feel this deserves its own paragraph before i conclude. But for now i will continue as before...This winter has been generally shite, the weather and everything else to go with it, it has been a winter of disappointments and bad feelings, i wont go further into it though as i don't like to broadcast private matters on the world wide web. But OK less of this negativity! Sunshine, Puppy dogs and Ice Cream. There we go all happy now. But now i believe it is time to go and write a stupid essay so not all that happy after all.

OK here is the fantasy monster/creature/being paragraph. This is a matter that cannot be taken lightly. So what would it be if i could be one of these. We must first look at the options, i am going to consider the conventional Vampire and Werewolf, there are also the outsiders such as martians, abominable snow person, Banshee, Ghost, Ghoul, Zombie, Centaur, Ogre, there is also potential to consider Wizard, Dwarf and Elf all very much LOTR inspired. I guess they all have their pro's and con's but i really do not fancy taking up the life style of a Ghost, Ghoul or Zombie, i can imagine it being cold and not a particularly friendly existence. As for a martian i imagine it could be quite a blast but constant shit from the CIA and the risk of home sickness doesn't appeal to me. The Abominable Snow personal could be mildy entertaining but the whole aspect of snow is very restricting, so for that reason I'm out. From what i can infer a Banshee is generally a singing omen of death, not to mention a woman. Now being an Omen of death could be fun but I'm sure it can be mildly depressing and very repetitive, not my idea of job satisfaction, so no to the Banshee idea. The centaur is an interesting one, they seem very deep and intellectual beings, in most cases they also seem to kick a whole lot of ass. But the fact that i would forever be half a horse, not even a whole horse, just doesn't grab me as being much fun, i mean what if i broke a leg, i would never race again and I'm sure they don't make wheelchairs for Centaurs? I don't think i would choose an ogre as however lovely I'm sure a life of solitary existence could be, i cant imagine an ogre receiving much love, and love is high on my agenda. I may be being unfair and stereotyping ogres here, i know poor Shrek went though some shit but the fact still stands, ogres will never be excepted. Its not the fact of not being excepted I'm sure i could deal with that however much it would hurt, but the fact of being hunted by mobs with pitchforks on a regular occasion could prove tedious. Dwarfs and Elves both hold appeal but i imagine Dwarfs would smell and personal hygiene is important to me. I also imagine they have a high percentage of red meat in their diet which will run riot for general health. Elves seem like they know how to party but they also like to sing a lot in the forests, a past time that i personally don't think i would take well to, its a little creepy in certain aspects. Our final shortlist therefore includes Vampires, Werewolves and wizards. Now casting aside (definite wizard pun) the gay twilight Vampires and Werewolves, i think these two offer great potential. The problem being with werewolves is that there is surely some sort annoyance if you are reliant on the full moon to cause mayhem. Also if you transform randomly there is the risk of damaging your favourite clothes, or what if you happen to be driving at the time, what would you do with your car, where would you keep the key. Its just full of potential headaches, so for that reason i will say no to the werewolf. Now the Wizard and Vampire options both look pretty good in my eyes. As a wizard the whole magical thing could prove to be a whole lot of fun, but then again if you could do anything with magic would your life become a little meaningless? I'm sure it would be great but i fear i may be taken over with a power rush to the head and end up doing something terrible. I think our winner has to be the vampire. Firstly staying up all night and sleeping all day sounds like a plan to me. Also I'm sure vampires like to party hard and i could get used to this, but not in excess that would suck (definite vampire pun). I could also seduce women then get a delicious snack straight after, what more could you want? I'm not so sure about the whole blood sucking thing but hey I'm sure it would grow on me, and I'm sure taking out people I'm not fond of vampiric style would be a blast. So there you go, any vampires out there i am ready to party hard.

OK i feel that monster post got a little to weird and in depth, ah well these things happen i guess! I think now it is time for me to bid you farewell mr blog, and i will visit again soon with more tales of greatness. Maybe another round of the random typing word scenario before i leave. OK so first words that come to my head:

Flag, phone, David Dickenson,Iron maiden, Download, Nandos, yum, turtles, jar of apricots, mouse, curtains, oliver, wolf pack, howl, come dine with me, the queen, Alexander litvinyenko, cheese, wotsits, annoying,essay, peanut butter jelly time.

That was nice, anyway, toodles.

So Mr Blog we meet again. It is once again time for me to stick my fingers down my imaginary thorat and throw up some memories onto the page. Firstly i must say ,Wow'. This week has potenitally been the quickest week of my life. I know time is constant and doesn't speed up, but oh boy does it feel like it has! It has been pretty much a week since i last wrote anything on this little puppy, it only seems like a couple of days! So from where i left off, Friday part 1 was a jovial affair as expected. A night out with the pals and i'm a happy man, the 'banter' is always first class and i feel i am a bit of a socialite whore. But hey until these social adventures bore me, let them eat cake or something along those lines.

University this week has been somewhat non-existant. I shall explain this in alls its glory, starting from the beggining. It all started on a rainy January evening.....no i jest. The breaks on my car have been slowly dying and on monday evening they were lain to rest. With emergency break treatment needed i missed uni on tuesday and had a day of leisure to myself. Now the academics and forward thinkers among you would surely say, oh well you had a day to crack on with some work and it was no big deal. But no, the procrastination King over here didnt do anything of any real worth. A common theme within this blog, 'will i ever learn', no i doubt i will. But with shiny new breaks that do indeed stop my car from travelling in a direction i dont wish for it to be travelling in, i will be commuting to university tommorow and i will indeed be learning something about something in the past. That history ay, it's just one thing after the other (history boys ftw). Also tommorow is once again that magical day nestled inbetween Wednesday and Friday, ah yes Thursday, Friday part one, good times to be had. But enough of this, the last week and points of interest along the way. Friday saw me attend rehersal with the band , i was mighty impressed and i am still greatly enjoying the whole band thing. They are very talented and hopefully will do well. The studio was also rather impressive and it is now on my list of things to own when i am a millionaire: classy music studio yes please. The weekend pretty much rolled into one with cineworld being dominant as ever. Oh i bought a venus flytrap and this definatley deserves a mention. These plants are quite special and i hope mine survives this harsh winter as i have big plans in the summer, i am going to grow a monster. Any flies that think of coming into my house: think again. I dont know why i have a love for predatory beings, maybe i am sadistic at heart i hope not. I think it is the predatory instinct and blood lust that lays within mankind,oh how deep. Although i dont like seeing animals die, flies annoy me to the extent that i really don't care for them. I swear they play games with me and dive bomb me, maybe they know of my evil plans? Maybe in the summer i will amass a collection of predatory plants, yes, yes i will. Ok enough of my botanical aspirations, other points of interest in this week. Oh wow yes, i am so proud of this next one, it is going to get its own new paragraph....

....And here it is! On monday me and my runnign partner Smudge,ran an impressive 3.1 miles. This was our third week running and monday saw our longest distance yet. I really feel i am improving and although it nearly killed me, i feel great for it. I am proud of myself and of Smudge for keeping it up, and i really do hope we continue it and i have every intention to do so. I believe that my ability to run is all in the mind, i know what i am capable of now so hopefully i shall keep improving! Maybe if i tell myself that my aim is to do 5 miles, by the time i reach 3 my brain will think i am only halfway through and that i should be at my peak, although sadly i highly doubt this. I honestly cant't see how people can manage doing the marathon, 26 miles seems unthinkable right now but i guess it's all about training and improving. I would like to run the london marathon someday, but i think i would do it in some sort of novelty suit becuase then i have a more valid reason for failure, and i'm sure more fun will be had. Maybe in a few years i will go for it, maybe dressed as a giant hotdog or something as equally as ridiculous. Until that day comes i will continue with this blog entry. Now that the epic 3.1 mile run has had its time, i think the rest of my experiences shall continue in a new paragraph.

So what else do we have left. On Tuesday my love for noodle bar was only increased, my meal of yum yum KD prawns with noodles was just amazing. I love food so much its unreal, it is one of my great passions in life. This is quite definatley the reason for my porky frame, but i guess i am beyond caring. If i had to choose between being skinny or my love for food, i would choose food without a doubt. Oh yes food food food. The noodle bar is fantastic and all this talk of it has made me want one right now, curse you noodle bar and your delicious appeal! In a talk of fine food i cannot go without mentioning Nandos, that just wouldn't be fair. So yes Noodle Bar and Nandos, culinary heaven. I would really like to expand my culinary horizons, maybe i will arange some sort of resteraunt field trip. I would like to eat at Gordan Ramseys resteraunt, maybe i will make this my goal. I would like to eat at a lot of resteraunts to be honest, i am increasingly considering food critic as my career but i fear it may catapult me to whale like proportions.

I feel the time has come that i should go to my bed, sleep and dream. A yes my dreamlife has been quite speical lately. I cannot remeber them all but one i recall involved sirius black being my uncle, who i had to pretend not to know and mock imprison.But i think sirius was actually the scary murderer from the news, and he gave me tiny cubes of marajuana how very peculiar. Marajuana also featured in another dream of mine i think last night. Me and Lewis were flying home from Amsterdam and i was going to try and smuggle a few lumps back wrapped induvidually in blueroll, but i lost my nerve and threw them in the bin. I then talked to a police officer and he reccomended i smoked it in the designated smoking area as it would ease my fear of flying. I then returned to the bin and retrieved most of it, some of which was damp. I then proceeded to walk around the terminal to ask who would roll me a spliff, i remeber some old ladies kindly refused. I then found a guy who mocked me but then did it, he was posh and used some sort of tape to make the joint. Im not obsessed with weed it was just a strange coincidence. I look forward to my dreams as they are more entertaining than anything in real non-dream life could ever be!

My eyes are feeling heavy so i think it is time for this entry to end. I think a bunch of random words that come to my head are in need now: Star Trek, Brandon Flowers, Cheese,Michael Macintyre, Barry Manilow, Cherry cheesecake,keyboard,the letter f, barnacles, hitmonchan,nandos, glastonbury, bad robots, leeroy jenkins. Wow that was fun, just clearing my mind and seeing what random words spill out, i may make this a regular thing.

Thank you past Bobby for making this all possible, thank you present Bobby for writting this, and thank you fututre Bobby for doing the things that will be the subject of fututre blogs. Ha i am a weirdo and i love it.

Goodnight Moon.

So I decided, with absence of a pensieve i would record a few of my thoughts and feelings on this piece of internet scripting technology.

I am not sure if anybody will see this and to be honest, i'm not overly bothered. That is something i have noticed that many people will not bother with anything unless it is prompted upon them and a lot of people won't make the effort, sometimes makes me wonder? I have never wrote things down before in this fashion, i thought about keeping a diary but then i took a reality check and rememberd i have a computer. Oh how the art of writting has been destroyed by technology, when was the last time you wrote a letter, i personally can't remember. Maybe if i keep this up my writting style may be improved, or maybe it wont who knows, time will tell. I think writting things down can really help, as i guess it is hard to see something until it is black and white right in front of you. I have been feeling quite down lately, and for reasons i dont't want to go into, nor feel are appropriate to broadcast to the world, i will not talk about them. But what i will say is life is full of lessons, its like one long school day and i guess by the end of it we will all have learned something, whether or not it's useful is another matter entirely.

So my life in a nutshell, i cannot complain. University is something i am indifferent about right now, i love history and when we do subjects that interest me i have a great time. Did you know President Kennedy didnt know their were nuclear missiles in turkey when criticising the Soviets placements of misslies in Cuba, he had to be reminded by an aide, made me smile. The workload is manageable, but my motivation is dwindling at most. I tell myself i won't leave essays until the last minute but will i ever learn, i doubt this. I can't complain about university but neither can i sing it's praises, it is something i do that is mildly enjoyable and often uninspiring. I am thankful though that i have the oppourtunity to be at uni and to be honest i am taking it for granted, maybe i will change my outlook sometime soon, who knows. January for me is always the worst of the months, after my birthday it takes a terrible plummet down a very steep hill, the weather is awful and i think it actually brings me down. I am all for winter and christmas, but enough is enough, bring me the weather when i can leave the house in shorts and t shirts without ice burns and i will be a notably happier boy.I'm not a boy anymore come to think of it, or even a teenager and that sucks but hey what is age really, a number, i feel young so heck, i am a boy and if you tell me otherwise i dont really care.

My friends are pretty special, i would like to raise this point. I really apreciate those around me and i feel rather lucky in that sense. Latetly i have come to realise this even more so. I have made new friends lately and many of which i feel i will be friends with for a long time as a decent friend is one of the most precious things we will ever have i believe. You may be sitting at your desk now and thinking 'is this guy some kind of bender', if you are thinking this i will kindly remind you these are my thoughts and oh yes, if you dont like it kindly press 'Alt' and 'F4' in combination and get on with your day. Those special friends of mine know who they are, good on you people. I like making friends and this world wouldn't be much fun without the people in it. Nor would this town by that matter. I am currently involved in something i love, and that is music. I am helping out with a band (http://www.myspace.com/derailedofficial), and yes i am advertising in my own personal thoughts, how comical. I enjoy the whole band culture and i'm glad to be getting involved. I am enjoying the music scene in general and have a lot of time for local bands, what a nice thing to be proud of the talent of the young people of my own town. I also have a lot of time for the Square lately, and seem to be drifting into its presence more often. I am proud of myself and Elliot for winning our DJ competition, a thought that just popped into my head. I look back on my life so far and the fond memories i can conjure in seconds makes me think so far i have lived well and will continue to do so.

The singing birds have just prompted me to talk about my disgusting sleep pattern, or lack of one. I am turning into a noctural beast, and years of staying up late is really getting to me although i wont change. I blame my need for interaction and my terrrible talent for staying up until ridiculous hours. This is something i will have to change soon, but i will live it up just a little longer i think. Although right now, sleep sounds about right so i feel it is time to enter the land of the dream, some may call it dreamland. I love to dream and when i am particularly tired i seem to have the most vivid and randomly insane dreams. I honestly think there is a corner of my brain that is put into overdrive when i am tired, it keeps me going but i'm not quite there, the lights are on but nobody is home. My dreams are often an explosion of the most random things i have ever known, and i usally remember them enough to smile about the next day. Maybe i will include some dream memories in future posts, if i remember any that is. Do you ever wonder about what dreams you have had but you have forgotten about in the morning, mind blowing.

If anybody does read this i will be surprised but if my thoughts interest you then go ahead and read them. I have a sore throat developing, one of the tiredness symptoms, never good. I have enjoyed this recording of ones thoughts, could get used to this. And hey what could be a more relevant read for me in years to come than my own life?

Until we meet again blog,

Bob.