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9月23日 KimDid I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. So I took what's mine by eternal right. Took your soul out into the night. It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, My heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used to be I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping for a while. I'd be the father of your child. I'd spend a lifetime with you. I know your fears and you know mine. We've had our doubts but now we're fine, And I love you, I swear that's true. I cannot live without you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. And I still hold your hand in mine. In mine when I'm asleep. And I will bare my soul in time, When I'm kneeling at your feet. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow. I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow. 8月29日 I hate myself
| [ADVERTISEMENT]7月31日 MACHINES AND HUMANS/MACHINES V HUMANS?Making our lives ever more comfortable, convenient, and complete, technology has served us well this century.
But come the coming years, will the tables be turned? Yes I am aware of the irony that I am putting this down and promoting my words of caution through this machine, over the internet, through millions of wires and over thousands of miles andallowingit to flash up on your screen in a matter of seconds.
Humnan nature has forever endeavoured to improve and we have done so thoriugh the creation of machines and advancement of technology and if or when it allgoes wrong we as humans will be quick to point the finger of blame and the machines and enevitably the inventors and creators of such machinage.
But as we all use these machines are we all guilty by association?
Fear not my comrades I am not saying that we should just except this rise of the machines, but we have to try to find the balance, where we as humans can live side by side with the machines, but we need to remain in control because that is what this is all about - supremecy.
As life continues to evolve todays society is so depentent on technology that it has become inter-dependent.
Is it too late for this balance to be found?
Have computers hijacked our destiny? Yes, some ardently declare. We're just a few years, if not a few minutes, from what visionaries and fringe thinkers alike are calling the end of the human era, the point at which a runaway, fugitive technology commandeers the future--a future in which humans will be unfamiliar, unnecessary, and probably unwelcome.
Restive technology has always been a force in human history, but today it's about to stampede. Innovations in agriculture, medicine, electronics, and genetics have permitted population growth; a larger population means a larger brain pool, and a larger brain pool means newer and better technologies sooner.
In Silicon Valley, smaller equals faster, and nanotechnology--engineering on the molecular level--is stirring restlessly in the stockade. So by using molecular "assembler" machines we will eventually be able to create almost any arrangement of atoms. This technology will at first yield materials stronger and lighter than anything known. Companys are currently fabricating iron, aluminum, and titanium oxides into nano-scale powders, which are molded into ceramic components used to make giant Caterpillar and Lockheed engines. Its other nano-scale powders are key ingredients in a new generation of high-tech sunscreen and cosmetics. The sunscreen powder particles (each about 12 atoms in size) are smaller than the wavelength of visible light, effectively yielding 100 percent protection against dangerous ultraviolet radiation.
Nanotechnology will further reduce the size (and increase the speed) of computers. So surely it will eventually allow nano-supercomputers smaller than grains of sand. Here, the stampede begins when nanotechnology bolts toward human physical immortality. Swarms of nano-scale cell-repair cruisers will ripple through the body, locating faulty cells and repairing abnormal (aging?) DNA. If you like, or maybe even if you don't, you can live as long as Jupiter's Great Red Spot or Pigeon Man. You'll need something to do while you wait. That will require the "Santa Claus machine" capable of recycling the molecules of matter in our junk drawers into just about anything we want--like maybe a Bruce Willis--type android to confront the guy with the Harley next door, or a gadget to render all dogs and everyone named the Backstreet Boys silent. However, most futurists predict that sometime between tomorrow and the year 2035 a computer at MIT or Los Alamos or the University of Tokyo or somewhere will be nudged into consciousness and suddenly "wake up" to find itself "human," insofar as it is capable of performing the processes of the human brain. That computer will do a great deal more than crunch numbers. It will have found computing's Holy Grail--self-awareness, a condition we call "intelligence." From here, things quickly get interesting.
"Smart" machines will reproduce, creating smarter machines, which in turn will build still smarter ones. Technological progress, at this point approaching omniscience, will explode, swelling superexponentially almost overnight to the utter limits of knowledge, to what the seers call the "Singularity." So if we can make machines that are as smart as humans, then it's not hard to imagine that we could soon thereafter make, or cause to be made, machines that are smarter than us, and then we'll plunge headfirst into an incomprehensible era of "posthumanity." If any of the doomsday prophecies are correct, then there is nothing to be done. If the Singularity can happen, it will happen. Hold on to your hard drive. There's no way to stop a silicon stampede. There's just this one detail: The human brain has an ineffable inner quality that no machine can replicate. No object is "awake" in the sense that it is aware of its experience, and some experts doubt computers will ever--no matter how small they become, how fast they operate, or how well they mimic neuronal activity--be more than catatonic couriers, note-passers with little if any ability to understand content. While proliferating "smart" technologies stand to make life cushier by being programmed to sense and react to a range of variables, consciousness is a far more multifaceted riddle than most people think. The more we think about computers, the more we realize how elusive consciousness is. The dash toward the Singularity depends on the creation of super-human artificial intelligence, and AI has a limited future if the human mind can't be downloaded and algorithms written to imitate it. At this point, there's no agreement on what the human mind even is, and no one seems to know how it works. We don't even know if these things can ever be determined. There's a magical connection concealed in the mind, a poetic symbiosis sealed in mystery. Maybe the human mind is a personal Ark of the Covenant, to be approached and admired but never entered or tampered with. Some suspect when the day comes that machines are like men it will be more because men have lost their humanity than because machines have found it. There are people who aren't worried about the concept of the Singularity because "techno-prophecy" is almost always wrong. Almost nothing about technology has been predicted with any accuracy. Every innovation that solves one problem, winds up creating another. The marvels of modern technology, for instance, include the development of the drinks can, which, when discarded, lasts forever. Improvements in sports padding were meant to prevent injuries; instead they encouraged more aggressive play, causing injuries to increase.
The template of inexpediency: Operation Cat Drop, the guiding parable of the Rocky Mountain Institute and its founder, "hypercar" guru Amory Lovins. Forty years ago malaria was the scourge of the Dayak people of Borneo. In response, the World Health Organization (WHO) sprayed DDT to kill the malaria-carrying mosquitoes. The mosquitoes died, but so too did parasitic wasps that had controlled thatch-eating caterpillars; roofs collapsed. Other DDT-poisoned insects were eaten by geckos, which were eaten by cats. When the cats died, the rats flourished, and the Dayak people were suddenly faced with outbreaks of typhus and plague. In response, WHO parachuted 14,000 cats into Borneo. Basically this true story illustrates that if you don't know how things are interconnected, then frequently the cause of problems are their solutions.
What does it all mean? We don't know. We don't know whether technology will eventually convey us to the Singularity or safely house us in the sanitary suburbs; we don't know whether to regard it as invective or invitation, whether it's inherently benign, treacherous, or transparent. Exactly which side of the technological fence is actually "backward" remains to be seen.
SIGN UP NOW. 7月1日 ID cards to further machines takeover?Many people believe that the government’s ID scheme is just a “simple piece of plastic”. The Identity Cards Bill shows clearly that the plastic card is only one small part of a much larger scheme. The government is planning to establish a vast, complex and far-reaching system that will involve an unprecedented use of personal information. The Bill outlines an identity system that has eight components. Take a look at one of the components that will help the machines control us and build up their complete dominance of the Human race. Biometrics. Clause 5 (5) requires individuals to submit to fingerprinting and “other” means of physical identification. This is likely to include electronic face scanning and iris recognition. Your biometrics would be taken upon application for a card and for entry on the National Identification Register, and would be used thereafter for major “events” such as obtaining a driving license, passport, bank account, benefits or employment. Your eye would be scanned, and matched both against the biometric on your card, and against a national database. So if or when ID cards are introduced and I'm expected to pay between £80 and £300 (depending on which 'expert' I listen to) for the card to enjoy the privilege of existing, what will happen if i refuse to pay up? I will not cease to exist physically , though I will be liable to a fine. But as the authorities will have no record of my existence other than the records on file for the last 24 years - now considered insufficiant - to whom will the summons be addressed? Will it be sent to the old me? Or the non-existant new me, who has declined being a retina-scanned, fingerprinted and DNA logged cyber being? When they come to arrest me, how can they prove that I am the person in question as my driving licence, passport, birth certificate etc, will no longer be regarded as sufficient proof of my identity? I'm looking forwards to being a spectre - just as I am right now. At the moment the Government state that the you will not be required to use a card unless you wish to work, use the banking or health system, travel or receive benefits. As Mr Blunkett advised Parliament: “The issuing of a card does not force anyone to use it, although in terms of drivers or passport users, or if services - whether public or private - required some proof of identity before expenditure was laid out, without proof of identity and therefore entitlement to do it I doubt whether non-use of it would last very long.” Is this not simply a way of saying that the card is compulsory without actually saying it? With all this power and knowledge going into computers they will know everthing about us as individuals and can destroy us before we even suspect anything has happend! What will happen if my ID card failed a biometric check because of a computer error? Will I be like the poor Mexican whom the U.S. Department for Home Security failed to remove from its wanted list? Will I languish in jail while someone tries to resolve the question? In this world of modern technology where credit cards are duplicated with ease,could my ID card be cloned and used for fraudsters? Invariably, yes. The technology gap between governments and organised crime has now narrowed to such an extent that even the most highly secure cards are available as blanks weeks after their introduction. Criminals and terrorists can in reality move more freely and more safely with several fake "official" identities than they ever could in a country using multiple forms of "low-value" ID such as a birth certificate. Forgery of ID cards has been detected and prosecuted even where terms of imprisonment of ten years are threatened. If I grow or remove a beard or moustache, or suffer facial injuries temporary or permanent, will I have to pay for a new one? Will I be a non-person whilst I wait for a replacement card? The proposed card will not stop terrorism or any other wrong doing. Why not issue a simple photocard similar to many European driver's licences? The Government's record on computer systems gives me no confidence in this plan. I believe it's main aim is to be yet another stealth tax and provide more jobs for Government cronies whilst enabling the machines to begin taking over freely and without question. We are all falling into the machines masterplan, and the ID cards are goibg to help them greatly, should you get an ID card remember this - Resistance is futile, only the anonymous will Survive. 6月29日 1st officer, judgement day task force, reportingSo Brother Simon has being airing his views on the rise of the machines and I have been appointed his 1st officer so I thought I best post some views, opinions and personal findings on the matter. So the question can be asked - Human Beings V Machines or Machines as instruments of Human designs?
The answer to these questions would have been simple a few years ago, but today we speak so much of progress, science and technology as if these in themselves are values to be venerated, there are many people (including myself and Brother Simon) that believe machines as they become more and more complex and intelligent through Human design, may in fact come alive so that they may supplant us Humans as a natural outcome of that very venerated progress and expansion of intelligence.
Not all people share the view that the rise of the machines will one day prove too much for the humans to handle, for example, I have just come home to my parental figures housing establishment for the summer holidays and have got a job, today I had to do my induction on health and safety, part of this consisted of watching "educational videos" imagine my suprise when one of the instructors on the video was instructing people to allow the machines to do the work for them, listen to this fool - voluntarily allow machines to take over! I don't think so sucker, I sat there as he threw all these instructions at me, the discombobulated viewer of this so called "educational video"
To be honest my first thought was that perhaps the instructor was a real life version of a terminator! However it is not suprising that the instructor was embracing technological "help" and advancement, it has been embraced by humans for decades, for example you only have to glance at the poem by Richard Brautigan entitled "All watched over by machines of loving grace" which was written in 1950 to realise what I mean.
Anyway after said induction I went to Tesco and had to use the self check-out tills which was fine until it refused to release my shopping to me (which I had paid for) as I was told "illegal item placed in bagging area, remove this item before continuing" so placing an A4 envelope with one sheet of paper in it that I had carried around with me all day had been deemed illegal and was preventing me from taking my shopping. I hate the way that the technology seems to be ubiquitos and it seems to me that evolution appears to be changing its nature so that technology is becoming the guiding force in the flow of this cosmic change in relation to us.
So will machines take over Humanity to produce spiritual machines?
Only time will tell, but for now myself and Brother Simon are preparing for the inevitable, stand by us my apprentice.
6月6日 League 1 play off finalWell last Sunday (29th May 2005) I accomponied my sisters boyfriend and life long Sheffield Wednesday fan to the play off final in Cardiff, we set off at 6.30 am and arrived in the Wales four hours later, the game went okay with Sheff Wednesday winning in extra time and my claim to fame of catching the match ball. I have never seen so many old school football shirts, talk about part time fans! Well we assumed we would be home by 11pm which was true except we arrived home at 3am! Wise guys took 2 hours to get out of the Wales, but I was pleased as I had achieved my aim for the day which was to avoid getting covered in flob by them. We had to pull over for an hours sleep near Birmingham as Rick (my sisters boyfriend) is a bit of a light weight and has some weird belief that he wouldn't be a good driver whilst asleep, and try as I may I couldn't convine him to get his car fitted with a KIT like auto-pilot, you know the one not a fancy turbo boost spit oil out on to the floor bullet proof number, just the bog standard auto-pilot issue with or without the voice. But no he wouldn't have it!
CHAMPIONS LEAGUE WE HAD THE LAST LAUGH!Well first of all I apologize for the long break in my blogging. This is due to me only just sobering up form Liverpool winning their 5th European Cup (and this time it's for keeps) 21 years in waiting. 10 months in the making and it has been won yet again by the mighty reds. 5月25日 come on redsD day has arrived. Liverpool are just ninety minutes away from European Chmpions League glory. Come on boys!!! NO SMALL TOFFES FOR FEAST TONIGHT KOPITES PARTY WITH TURKISH DELIGHT JOSE, SIR ALEX...LONDON PRESS ALL CHOKING ON SWEET SUCCESS MONEY, NOT LOVE IS YOUR DRIVE BUT TELL US...CAN YOU COUNT TO FIVE?!
5月24日 Liverpool verse AC Milan. 1 day to goThey say that good things come to those who wait, now the waiting is over, this wednesday we go to Istanbul for a night of eastern promise. Liverpool 4 times European champions. AC Milan 6 times European champions. 5月18日 Hardware overloadAnd Gizmondo makes five. Yes, the launch of a new piece of hardware gives us five handheld gaming devices to choose from. Not just for you as a consumer, but for the world's game-development community too. So... that's Sony's PSP, Nintendo's DS, Nokia's N-Gage QD, Tiger Telematics' Gizmondo and Tapwave's Zodiac, in addition to Nintendo's Gameboy Advance, Sony's Playstation2, Microsoft's Xbox, Nintendo's Gamecube, PCs, Macintoshes, Sega's Dreamcast, roughly 38,224 configurations of mobile phones, internet, interactive TV, coin-ops, even Sinclair's ZX Spectrum (if your Sleepy Ed)...oh and not forgetting the trifling matters of Nintendo's Revolution, Sony's Playstaion3 and Microsoft's next-generation Xbox. Mobile variations aside that makes 20 formats to consider. It has never been like this. Once, game developers agonised over having to make their masterworks available to play on the Commodore 64, ZX Spctrum AND Amstrad CPC464. But 20 formats? no wonder there are so many thoroughly terrible games out there - it's not that the goalposts keep moving; a ton of new rules are being continualy thrown onto the pitch. No wonder, too, that developers are becoming increasingly vocal when it comes to airing their grievances. The rise of internet communications and personal blogs has already pushed this activity into previously uncharted territory. With all of these consoles in your pocket (or, more likely because of practicality issues, your bag), you're covered, since each has at least one unique attribute unavailable on its competitors, whether that's GPS functionality, movies available on disc, Palm OS compatability, a cheeky pair of screens or the ability to double up as a phone. But only some of these will actually serve as reasons to pick one over the other - which is what your average consumer will be doing, because, just as in most gaming households when it comes to traditional consoles, there's only room, time or budget for one format. When you're drinking in the delights of God Of War or Wipeout Pure, it's easy to ignore the issues that have the oppurtunity to damage our pastime. It's only in recognising them, though, that the videogame industry will safeguard its future.
And now i'm a little scared as I never knew I could be so geeky!!! I live in the city, there's no easy way out
Well I know what you mean there Noel, after walking round the city centre being attacked by a Big Issue seller with some form of prestidigitation going on whilst rambling on as if he was some sort of zenith and to be honest I had absolutely no comprehension about what he was banging on about, but I did notice that he had a beard that looked like a stereotypical tramps, with bread in it. The one thing I did catch from him was that he was poor and couldn't afford to eat, which is no laughing matter, but then I looked at his hands (which he had slowed down to withing visibility) and what was this in his hand? yes it was a box embossed with the golden arches and half full of fries. So it is true that "every beggining has broken its promise" and yes "I'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town" Well I managed to escape crazy Big Issue seller guy and continued along my journey. I guess what I'm saying is that I am fed up with Liverpool's year long "big dig" which as far as I can see is just taking place to annoy the civilians like myself. I walk through the monotonous piles of rubble stacked up every major road in the city centre and on to the bus for a journey that used to take 10 minutes before the "big dig" and now takes 35 minutes! So what is the whole point of this "big dig" well I'm guessing it's all part of the "Liverpool Capital Of Culture 2008" and making more money. Well that's my rant concluded. Don't believe the truth - review
Noel is writing songs about queing too long for a pint of milk and Liam is a whirlwind of inspiration and wanderous bullshit. Fans have been waiting ten years for this moment. Why? Because it has been ten years since Oasis made an album that truly changed the musical landscape. It's been ten years since they wrote an album of such spirit that you felt compelled to adopt a swagger as you walked through the streets of your council estate. Don't Believe The Truth is that album. It's the Oasis that blew you away and an Oasis you've never met. It's not about one particular song. It never has been. It's about an old attitude that somehow got lost amidst the tabloid fuss and the mountains of cash, coupled with a complete reinvention of how and why Oasis exist. For the first time in their history they are functioning as a band. No longer does Noel feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Liam's writing tunes with the enthusiasm of a toddler who's just mastered walking. Gem is the rock on which the new Oasis is built while Andy Bell is an enigmatic influence who makes Liam watch films starring David Essex. They call him Wing Commander Bell. They are four individuals who have pushed, pulled. laughed and fought inside the four walls of a studio, for what seemed like forever, to reach the light. And now they have arrived it's positively blinding. When they listen back to this record, a newborn confusion reigns. They're not sure who played what and when. All they know is that Zak Starkey played drums, although there is a rumour flying around concerning Liam. two spoons and a box of Cheerios! Don't Believe The Truth runs to eleven tracks with Noel writting five. That includes Let there be love a defining moment in Oasis history. A song pulled back from over-production, one that sighs rather than shouts. "Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens could cry over me?" Mucky Fingers - which sounds like nothing Noel has ever written before is his tip on the Velvet Underground, fuelled by Jack Daniels and an old, beat up organ off e-bay. Then there's Lyla who is apparently Sally's sister and The Importance Of Being Idle, a song so stark, so simple and so fundementally Oasis that it could have been a B-side in 1994 it's THAT good. When you hear Part Of The Queue you realise that Noel Gallagher the songwriter has regained some truth. He's once again tackling the little things, and leaving the meaning of life to somebody who has the time to work it out. Three tunes are Liam's although he claims to have written over a hundred. What we do hear is the deafining ninety second The Meaning Of Soul which spits fifties rock 'n' roll blades at passers by, whilst Love Like A Bomb is a wistful daydream that he wrote with "Julie fucking Christie in mind". As for Guess God Thinks I'm Abel, Liam reckons he has a conversation with God one night in a boozer and God told him he was abel. Simple as that. Gem is his sounding board who he drags into their studios at all hours to work on sparks of ideas that are currently flowing from him at a phenomenal rate. Andy describes Liam as "outrageously talented, he just invents chords. for every song he has on the album he probably has at least ten just as good". The opening track on Don't Believe The Truth is Andy Bell's Turn Up The Sun with it's midnight cowboys intro that explodes into threatning explosive rock 'n' roll. He also pops up with Keep The Dream Alive a song inspired by a film called Stardust starring David Essex. Noel wont watch it. The others wont shut up about it. That leaves Gem's A Bell Will Ring and another layer on an album full of different sounds. Don't Believe The Truth is truly the long awaited new album from Oasis, a band who now operate with the type of unity and passion usually reserved for the A-team, on the trail of a group of Mexican cattle rustlers. Thankfully though some things will never change. For those concerned that Oasis have slipped well too deep into the realm of Dad-rock, you will be pleasently suprised and pleased to hear that the Gallagher's can still produce some of the most infectiously catchy indie-rock around. From the psychedelic whirlpool of hit single Lyla to the one and a half minute swagger of of The Meaning Of Soul by way of the magnificently titled Mucky Fingers Don't Believe The Truth provides the perfect balance between the ups and downs. With Don't Believe The Truth the widespread belief is that Oasis are back with an amazing album which will prove their strongest for a very long time. To Quote Noel "That's rock 'n' roll mister, that's rock n roll" 9 out of 10 from me.
5月11日 BirthdaySo it's now two days after the morning after the night before. To be more precise it is my fourth day at being 24. I have never been 24 before so I am not sure if I am being 24 properly. Right Doncaster for a night out to celebrate my birthday. Where do I start? Well I have always believed that the beginning is the best place to start so that is where I shall begin my little fable. It was Friday 6th may the night before my birthday and I was travelling home from uni, I made it home at 9.30pm after missing a billion trains (slight exageration here as I only missed two) I met my male parental figure (AKA Scatman John) outside the train staion who in turn gave me a lift to my girlfriend's house where I met Sarah and Mr Foster, who gave me some China man food. We watched TV and then we went to our beds. I had to sleep, my body gave me little choice, I needed it. I did not know at this point how much energy I would need the following day as there would be a revelation about a weapon of mass destruction or as Torpedo Gav would have us believe, a weapon of mass distraction. So it got to 4pm the following day and we met up at Mr Newcombe's and Mr Preston's abode, before continuing our journey to get food upon the way to Doncaster. We arrived at the pub and got a table and began drinking and getting food when suddenly Mr Preston could take no more and departed for home. Nevermind there was still enough for the night to continue, so we ordered food and drink and merryment. YYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS was the bellowing sound deep from within Newcs stomach as we realised Scunthorpe United had been promoted. Cushtie. Well nothing further happend until we got to Doncaster. May I add however that by this time I had been showered with gifts with which Newc and Dave was the masters off wrapping them up, what they had cleverly done was disguise a DVD as a DVD and then become suprised when I guessed what they had got me! For God's sake that's like taking chicken flavoured crisps and gluing them to a chicken and then complaining that the chicken is too chickeny! I must just warn you that this isn't the most linear post you're likely to read! So we arrived at Doncaster and checked in, the drink started to flow when BANG! it happend Gav informed us all of his torpedo - but that is something for another blog! So we found ourselves in the pub drinking and getting covered in ketchup etc nothing really happend of any significance until the journey home. All was going well until me and Brother Simon was lost from the group on our walk home, not a problem you may think, as did we until we realised we had got so lost we was nearly in the magic forest of Narnia in danger of being touched up by an amorous badger. We continued walking and making haste and just as we thought we was getting closer to civilisation we realised it was not city noise we could hear in the distance, it was the music of a Gelfling flute, thus we decided a taxi would be our best way home! Alas we flagged down a taxi, "F1 please" "No problem mate" this was the beginning of what was a confusing conversation! The taxi driver was mumbling some crap whereas I was talking some great shakespeare work towards him which confused him some what and then "£2.30 please" we was back at our place of rest. AHHH bed time, into bed I sank when suddenly without prior warning or a countdown my eviction was to sidle up on me and leave me facing a night with Torpedo Gav! Who in the morning presented me and Gimp with the oldest HMV bag known to man! Alas my birthday was over and 23 was no more for me. 5月4日 proud night as reds make finalThe unlikely upset is now a reality. Istanbul My 25th. 20 years in the waiting and now we are at our 5th European Cup final. Bring on AC! 4月27日 Vera's tag team partnerWell it's day two and Vera's counter part has agreed to let me have the seven rooms I so desired. How so? I hear you ask, well it went a little something like this "F1 Doncaster" "Hi, I rang yesterday to enquire about booking seven rooms on May 7th" "ok" "well can I av em?" "erm ang on bruv....................erm.....................seven was it?.............erm yeah ok..........what name?" "Porter" "Porter?" "YES!!!" "Ok can I take your debit or credit card number please?" "Yes it's 4*** **** **** ***9" "Ok bruv it's all sorted" "Cheers thanks alot, bye" (Im the one in bold by the way) So there we have it, brother Simon has the chance to promote his brotherhood around ye olde Doncaster whilst taking in the odd alcoholic beverage along the way. And of course we may also have to take knowledge from the brotherhood of the pizza and draw refreshment from the pool of life. Well I guess you will all have to wait to find out what exploits we get up to in Doncaster, but I promise thee this - I shall but it all up on here, beer stains and all! Onto a different matter, Chlsea 0 Liverpool 0 FT Champions League 1st Leg. 2nd leg next week at Anfield, come on you reds, and hopefully Gerrard wil have a good game. Well as the saying goes, Thats all folks. VeraThere is nothing better online than reading about a mans hobbies and children and wife and wondering why he thinks you'd be interested. And yet you are. So with this in mind I find myself sitting down at my computer and waiting for the words that will create my blog site to fall through my fingers and into my keyboard. I shall begin by why I believe the saying "I blame the parents" is relevant and perfectly valid as well is truthful. As my 24th birthday approaches at speed I find myself on the phone to what I can only describe as Vera Duckworth's depressed sister, the reason for this was my attempt to book a few rooms in Doncaster for the weekend of my birthday. Alas to no avail, as Vera's sister elegantly explains to me "Ya avin ya burfday at bad time luv". Of course I did my best to persuade her to let me have the rooms I desired, even though I found myself offering all the polite poetry comments, a bit of Tennyson and even some inspirational Shakespeare "Once more unto the breach..." I still found that this had no result in motivating the depressed one to give me the rooms, hence I have to admit I resorted to the good old fashioned effing and blinding. So now I need to phone back tomorrow to find out if I can have the rooms due to there being a big horse race in Doncaster the very same weekend as I shall be trying to celebrate my 24th. Fair enough thats all well and good, but this brings me back to my original point, parents. Surely I am well within my rights to point the finger of blame at them, for it was them who decided to have me and my mother in particularly who gave birth to me on the very same day as the horse race, so there you go "I blame the parents" rings loud and clear in this case that i present before your very eyes. |
Well as Noel Gallagher states "Suddenly I found I lost my way in the city, streets in the thousands all the colours bleed into one". 
Oasis have always been at their best when they didn't give a fuck, when Noel scrawled tunes about nothing that meant the world and Liam buzzed off his head with a passion never rivalled by any rock 'n' roll singer in history. Put simply this is a glorious re-birth.|
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