Hmmm. It appears my facebook account has been deleted due to terms of use violation. I love it how someone has reported me for something and not even had the balls to email me about it. I'm not sure what has happened, but I know this for sure... I'm not sure I need it!
Oh yes, Frank Turner was wank last night. Well, he wasn't wank, he played quite well, I just didn't enjoy it very much. He played Rock City in Nottingham, and people were loving it. It was absolutely packed. It just didn't feel right. Plus, his playing up to the crowd annoyed me. I don't want the last song to go on for 10 minutes whilst he gets a round of applause for everyone, including his American tour manager. I won't be bothering again!
Monday, 19 October 2009
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Fucking Rich Fuck The Poor
Well, it seems like ever since I have moved to Derby, an invisible force has been trying to get me back into gambling. There are 3 pieces of evidence for this;
1) Skybet, the only betting firm I didn't delete my account with, actually called me to ask why I wasn't betting anymore! She was friendly enough, it wasn't a demand or anything, but I still had to justify myself! Hmmm. Anyway, they asked if I'd had my free fiver, so I said no and put it on England to beat Ukraine. D'oh! That'll ensure I'll never get back into it! Cheers Rio.
2) Betfred are taking on cashiers. I applied for the position after much thought. I do want a job, but I don't want to work as a flyer guy. At one point, it seemed like that's all there is in Derby. I actually went to apply at Bar Lisi, but the sign had already been taken down! So, off to Betfred I marched. Fucking hell. A week later and I haven't heard anything, so maybe I won't have to suffer some of their odourous clientel. But some people have doubted my ability to handle it, I wish I could prove them wrong.
3) This is super bizzare. A guy approached me when I was on my way to pick Nat up from the train station. He seemed decent enough, a little younger than me, non-stinky. Basically he wanted me to come into the bookies and give £20 over for him so he could pay his "winning bet". He gets £30 back, I get my £20. It seemed fine at the time. But on this occasion, I had genuine reasons; I wanted to be on time for Nat and I told him I was trying to stay away. He wouldn't accept this, so I had to say it a little louder and he got it. Do I look so gullible? I told him to try someone else, he couldn't seem to fathom this. So maybe I was his easy target.
So, whatever is going on, I survive for now! There are shit loads of betting shops though...
1) Skybet, the only betting firm I didn't delete my account with, actually called me to ask why I wasn't betting anymore! She was friendly enough, it wasn't a demand or anything, but I still had to justify myself! Hmmm. Anyway, they asked if I'd had my free fiver, so I said no and put it on England to beat Ukraine. D'oh! That'll ensure I'll never get back into it! Cheers Rio.
2) Betfred are taking on cashiers. I applied for the position after much thought. I do want a job, but I don't want to work as a flyer guy. At one point, it seemed like that's all there is in Derby. I actually went to apply at Bar Lisi, but the sign had already been taken down! So, off to Betfred I marched. Fucking hell. A week later and I haven't heard anything, so maybe I won't have to suffer some of their odourous clientel. But some people have doubted my ability to handle it, I wish I could prove them wrong.
3) This is super bizzare. A guy approached me when I was on my way to pick Nat up from the train station. He seemed decent enough, a little younger than me, non-stinky. Basically he wanted me to come into the bookies and give £20 over for him so he could pay his "winning bet". He gets £30 back, I get my £20. It seemed fine at the time. But on this occasion, I had genuine reasons; I wanted to be on time for Nat and I told him I was trying to stay away. He wouldn't accept this, so I had to say it a little louder and he got it. Do I look so gullible? I told him to try someone else, he couldn't seem to fathom this. So maybe I was his easy target.
So, whatever is going on, I survive for now! There are shit loads of betting shops though...
Friday, 9 October 2009
Thursday, 8 October 2009
Fucked
Ok, well, I just attended the 3rd running meet since joining the society. The first one was 4 miles/6.5km, which was the furthest I'd ever ran. That was followed the next morning by the football trials. So, yeah. I couldn't walk over that weekend.
Anyway, tonight was 10km. I'm actually doing OK, save for a major headache. Note to myself: fucking keep it up! I ate a full tub of chocolate Swedish Glace today for a start...
Anyway, tonight was 10km. I'm actually doing OK, save for a major headache. Note to myself: fucking keep it up! I ate a full tub of chocolate Swedish Glace today for a start...
Speak To Our Empty Pockets
So I've now moved into Derby Uni, and whilst it's not yet blown away the previous version of me, I am looking forward to getting stuck in!
I actually thought I would be gagging for a job, and I still am financially, but I actually don't know if I'll have the time! Well, if the rest of the year is as work-free as the first 2 weeks, I'll be OK, but I somehow doubt it. I forced myself to hand in a CV today at a bar I liked (there aren't many), but they had taken the sign down for staff hire. So we'll see.
I'm really happy with my flatmates, I haven't been placed with 18 year old "party animal" wankers, so it's cool. Derby itself seems to have plenty of unsavouy characters, including one kid who called me a "Guinness drinking wanker" outside the halls the other night. For no reason. Nevermind!
Finally, I always thought I didn't really have an accent, but since moving here, I have said a couple of things that sounded to me like pure Derby speak. However, it's quite possible it's rubbing off on me already!
Ah yes, as for the last post, I was depressed. Here's to changing it!
I actually thought I would be gagging for a job, and I still am financially, but I actually don't know if I'll have the time! Well, if the rest of the year is as work-free as the first 2 weeks, I'll be OK, but I somehow doubt it. I forced myself to hand in a CV today at a bar I liked (there aren't many), but they had taken the sign down for staff hire. So we'll see.
I'm really happy with my flatmates, I haven't been placed with 18 year old "party animal" wankers, so it's cool. Derby itself seems to have plenty of unsavouy characters, including one kid who called me a "Guinness drinking wanker" outside the halls the other night. For no reason. Nevermind!
Finally, I always thought I didn't really have an accent, but since moving here, I have said a couple of things that sounded to me like pure Derby speak. However, it's quite possible it's rubbing off on me already!
Ah yes, as for the last post, I was depressed. Here's to changing it!
Sunday, 4 October 2009
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