Leave It Alone

I remember when mobiles first "came out", to the youth anyway. People just didn't leave them on all the fucking time. I mean, the batteries were pretty shit. I think I'm still living in 1996, or whenever it was, because I still text people late at night, and more often than not, I get a text saying something like "thanks for waking me up"!

Here's an idea: turn the fucker off! Trust me, you are not that important. For starters, you're getting texts off a fat alcoholic.

Note: I was sorting out my blog tonight by tagging all the old posts with the relevant bands and came across this draft post so I've "published" it now. It's from late 2009 I think.

Savor the Kill

Wow. The new Darkest Hour song fucking destroys. This band never disappoint!

Everybody's Whore (sic)

I'm getting into this Twitter lark now! I bought a new phone the other day as the keypad on my Nokia N85 has been faulty for a while. This was to be the first time I've actually gotten excited over a phone as when I got the N85, I did not research it at all. I've always wished I could live without a phone, but the reality is I use (and like) facebook & twitter daily.

My new phone is an LG Town. It's absolutely shit. I saved £20 with the sale of my Nokia, but the phone... Jesus Christ. It doesn't do anything well, and what it offers is poor. I only have to live with it for 4 months though when I can upgrade.

I was just asked if I wanted to follow Hayley Williams of Paramore on twitter. Ha ha. That band are a fucking joke. Not only has their music been mediocre at best, the recent revelations have ensured their status as corporate rock music for people who don't really like pop.

35 minutes to go at Old Trafford and Liverpool don't look like equalising! I'm looking forward to the draw; as long as Forest are home I don't really mind who they get!

Ruin It

On a day where I've got fuck all done, largely thanks to sleeping in until 2:30pm (although I got up for 5 minutes to open the office), it wasn't the best thing to order a takeaway and have to wait for it for two and a half hours and then being able to finish it. Thanks very much Curry Master.

I am still absolutely loving Lawrie Sanchez's recent comments regarding Liverpool and its current status. I've listened to the clip at least ten times and I can't help but smile. Here's to Dalglish fucking the club even more and seeing the support fade from their "Man U fans are glory hunters" fans.

Stupid Little Things

A facebook "like" does not constitute a response. Sigh.

Warning: Perfect Sideburns Do Not Make You Dangerous

Well, here I am... back in Derby after a very relaxing and familycentric (yay) break. I've been meaning to blog several things, but with me having very limited internet access at home, I haven't bothered. Plus, it's been nice just to be away from it all. I aim to get a lot of things done tomorrow. Whenever I've said that on here, things haven't turned out.

Let me say that I've gotten rid of my beard after a record breaking run: 3 months I think. I'm left with sideburns now, and fuck have I put on weight! I thought I might look cool, but I have a shitload of work to do to get fit.

As for revision... today was a recovery day. From what, I don't know.

Living the Dream

Nottingham Forest 5-2 Derby County

Liverpool 0-1 Wolves

Fuck YES

Punch in the Face

I've heard Anna is interested in doing the student fight night.

I am so tempted to lose ten stone, get a sex change and knock her fucking Leicester supporting face in.

;)

Oh, I forgot... I'm entering it, ha ha. Dave has turned me on to boxing. When we've done some pad sessions in his room, I have experienced the huge fitness required merely to throw some punches. As the running club has completely stalled now (although I hope to give it a decent shove in the new year), I need to get fit. The chance of a fight will give me something to aim for, and if I win, a real sense of achievement.

I don't want to be naive (can't be arsed with the umlauts), but Dave thinks I have a talent! We'll see...

I'm Going to Hell for This One

The self-checkouts are BAD for people. Look at what happened to Joanna Yeates.

In Competition for the Worst Time

One of the worst weeks ever in football. Forest lost to Leicester on Monday. I watched it with Anna. Forest were shite, but so were Leicester. Anyway, with the added presence of Guy, Pete Conoulty and beer, I went on camera to say that if Forest finished lower that either Derby or Leicester I would run down sadlergate naked. I'm really not worried.

The day after that and with a raging head, United got twatted in the Carling Cup by West Ham 4-0. It didn't hurt as much as it would in the past, but still, not the best tonic to Monday.

Finally, England only received 2 votes to stage the 2018 World Cup. Not that I care too much, (I preferred all of the other bids) but it still felt like defeat.

Here's to Euro 2012!