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Monday, June 28, 2004

check this out

THIS

I found it on an Iron Maiden forum

sheer genius!

# posted by The Prisoner | 6:46 PM |



Where can you see Jensens? Only In Bromley!
Bromley! come to Bromley!


Family day out on Sunday, after frantic preparation on Saturday the Jensen looked the most clean it has done since Dad bought it (I think i actually heard it go "Gleam Gleam").
And so the next day with a perrilously full tank of petrol (bad seal around cap, petrol slopped out on a few tight turns and the E-type following us was worried we might blow up!) we set out for the Bromley paegent classic car show to take our place on the Jensen owners club stand where i was pleasantly surprised to discover all the other interceptors were boring shades of blue and green compared to our BRIGHT ORANGE!
The first thing that hit me when we arrived was the sheer size of the event, i was quite literally STAGGERED by the sheer amount of classic cars on display, many of which i had never heard of before in my life and yet here there were, ten of these mystery cars in a row!
I made one fatal erroe that day, babysitting the car while the family looked around, i sparked out and lay in the sun for ages, burning my nose, not my whole face, just my fecking nose! so now i look like rudolph which will no doubt amuse you all who know how hillarious my features are anyway!

Todays T-shirt: STAMP OUT REALITY (another S. Alexander donation)

Todays Music:Oingo Boingo-We close our eyes

# posted by The Prisoner | 5:47 PM |


Saturday, June 26, 2004

IT'S FECKIN' HERE!!!
after weeks of waiting finally Bury You appeared on my doorstep today and nothing, not rain nor sister nor wimbeldon could darken my good mood today, i'm quite taken with the titles for the b-sides,

Beat Bunny (good advice!)
Cola Float (short but sweet!)

Exams are now over and done with so the tense period of intermittently worrying about my own results and providing reassurance to others till august begins now.

check this out B3ta's getting worse i swear!

Todays T-shirt:(deep breath)

SERIOUS SPORT HAS NOTHIN GTO DO WITH FAIR PLAY, IT IS BOUND UP WITH HATRED, JEALOUSY, BOASTFULLNESS, DISREGARD OF ALL RULES AND SADISTIC PLEASURE IN WITNESSING VIOLENCE, IN OTHER WORDS WAR MINUS THE SHOOTING

Mr Scott J. Alexander kindly donates an ode to anyone who ever pretended they'd left their games kit on the bus...

Todays music:-guess...

# posted by The Prisoner | 8:01 PM |


Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Cockbadgers...

Bury you should have arrived today and didn't, and i tried to book up and go see Bill Bailey, sold out every where cept glasgow or aberdeen, bit of a journey that!

On a slighty lighter note i saw a very odd play last night at the brook theatre, based on The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis, which i then bought, i was very impressed by the quality of the production considering the low budget, the dude's playing screwtape and Wormwood were particularly exquisite, like old Etonians or something. The dialogue was the key, flowing smoothing from one line to the next without any sort of stumbling, the cast were more than wordperfect, they had every little movement learned to perfection. if i can be arsed i'll copy out some of the book to give you an idea of what i'm rambling about.

Y'see the story progresses thus, a trainee devil by name of wormwood is having trouble bringing about the damnation of a particular "patient" and so seeks the assistance of senior tempter named Screwtape who offers all sorts of advice on how to lead the patient away from 'the enemy' all very deep, have a butchers at this...

The Screwtape Letters - Letter I
My dear Wormwood,

I note what you say about guiding your patient's reading and taking care that he sees a good deal of his materialist friend. But are you not being a trifle naif? It sounds as if you supposed that argument was the way to keep him out of the Enemy's clutches. That might have been so if he had lived a few centuries earlier. At that time the humans still knew pretty well when a thing was proved and when it was not; and if it was proved they really believed it. They still connected thinking with doing and were prepared to alter their way of life as the result of a chain of reasoning. But what with the weekly press and other such weapons, we have largely altered that. Your man has been accustomed, ever since he was a boy, to having a dozen incompatible philosophies dancing about together inside his head. He doesn't think of doctrines as primarily "true" or "false," but as "academic" or "practical," "outworn" or "contemporary," "conventional" or "ruthless." Jargon, not argument, is your best ally in keeping him from the Church. Don't waste time trying to make him think that materialism is true! Make him think it is strong or stark or courageous—that it is the philosophy of the future. That's the sort of thing he cares about.

The trouble about argument is that it moves the whole struggle onto the Enemy's own ground. He can argue too; whereas in really practical propaganda of the kind I am suggesting He has been shown for centuries to be greatly the inferior of Our Father Below. By the very act of arguing you awake the patient's reason; and once it is awake, who can foresee the result! Even if a particular train of thought can be twisted so as to end in our favour, you will find that you have been strengthening in your patient the fatal habit of attending to universal issues and withdrawing his attention from the stream of immediate sense experiences. Your business is to fix his attention on the stream. Teach him to call it "real life" and don't let him ask what he means by "real."

Remember, he is not, like you, a pure spirit. Never having been a human (oh, that abominable advantage of the Enemy's!) you don't realise how enslaved they are to the pressure of the ordinary. I once had a patient, a sound atheist, who used to read in the British Museum. One day, as he sat reading, I saw a train of thought in his mind beginning to go the wrong way. The Enemy, of course, was at his elbow in a moment. Before I knew where I was I saw my twenty years' work beginning to totter. If I had lost my head and begun to attempt a defence by argument, I should have been undone. But I was not such a fool. I struck instantly at the part of the man which I had best under my control, and suggested that it was just about time he had some lunch. The Enemy presumably made the counter-suggestion (you know how one can never quite overhear what He says to them?) that this was more important than lunch. At least I think that must have been His line, for when I said, "Quite. In fact much too important to tackle at the end of a morning," the patient brightened up considerably; and by the time I had added "Much better come back after lunch and go into it with a fresh mind," he was already halfway to the door. Once he was in the street the battle was won. I showed him a newsboy shouting the midday paper, and a No. 73 bus going past, and before he reached the bottom of the steps I had got into him an unalterable conviction that, whatever odd ideas might come into a man's head when he was shut up alone with his books, a healthy dose of "real life" (by which he meant the bus and the newsboy) was enough to show him that all "that sort of thing" just couldn't be true. He knew he'd had a narrow escape, and in later years was fond of talking about "that inarticulate sense for actuality which is our ultimate safe guard against the aberrations of mere logic." He is now safe in Our Father's house.

You begin to see the point? Thanks to processes which we set at work in them centuries ago, they find it all but impossible to believe in the unfamiliar while the familiar is before their eyes. Keep pressing home on him the ordinariness of things. Above all, do not attempt to use science (I mean, the real sciences) as a defence against Christianity. They will positively encourage him to think about realities he can't touch and see. There have been sad cases among the modern physicists. If he must dabble in science, keep him on economics and sociology; don't let him get away from that invaluable "real life." But the best of all is to let him read no science but to give him a grand general idea that he knows it all and that everything he happens to have picked up in casual talk and reading is "the results of modern investigation." Do remember you are there to fuddle him. From the way some of you young fiends talk, anyone would suppose it was our job to teach!

Your affectionate uncle

SCREWTAPE


i suspect Lewis was being a little too right wing for my taste but it seems to me that the he was also simply presenting an analysis of the human conditiuon with respect to vice rather than overtly preaching any particular course of action.

Make of it what you will

Todays t-shirt: Frankie Says Relax
Todays Music: MUSE- Feeling Good

# posted by The Prisoner | 9:14 AM |


Sunday, June 20, 2004

THOUGH I BURY YOU,
YOU ELEVATE ME...


WOO YAY!! i have finally seen the new barbs video here

it was taking ages to load on account of being 42 meg, kinda large for a two-and-a-bit minute song...

Horror of horrors, on friday i went out and DRANK BEER! only one can but this isn't something i'm known for doing, i even surprised myself. Then richard pulled four young ladies, aged FIFTEEN!! and tried to sneak them into the tap 'n' tin, eejit that he is...

Two exams tomorrow, which i am of course looking forward to immensely! :)

:(.....

todays T-Shirt:(kindly donated by Kev Holley)

IF U CAN
READ THIS
U CLEARLY
NEED MORE
BEER

todays song:The barbs-Bury You (what else?)

# posted by The Prisoner | 5:40 PM |


Thursday, June 17, 2004

assuming this works...

Fort Pitt prom photos

might be members only, tell me if is and i will post the best ones manually (having destroyed the ones which make me look like a child molester!)

# posted by The Prisoner | 10:01 AM |



remember this?

BADGERS!

well now weebls made a footie version

woo yay

# posted by The Prisoner | 9:37 AM |



Long time no post

Seems like for ages everyother CGSB blog i read people are wingeing about exams, and rightly so, but until yesterday i hadn't had one yet, am i a late starter or what? So RS ethics 1&2 went okay but i made the mistake of talking to michael and Lee afterwards who'd driven themselves insane with cramming (literally) the day before so naturally they mentioned plenty of stuff i'd forgotten....bugger.
General studies this afternoon so no worries there and all the rest of my exams next week, then i start my summer job....bugger.

The Fort Pitt prom last Friday woz a blast, all the japanese crew were there and we had a highly foolish time, and i felt terribly pleased with myself that i was the only one not wearing a black tie, dare to be different and all that, expect many highly amusing photographs eventually.

Somebody just walked through the library wearing BURBERRY FLARES!!! This town is going to the chavvy dogs i tell ye.

And finally, THE BARBS NEW SINGLE IS OUT AND I HAVEN'T HEARD IT YET!!!!! it plays on scuzz (which i don't get) and amazon are taking forever to deliver it BUGGERATION!!!!!!

Todays music:AC/DC-Thunderstruck
Todays T-shirt:cool as Fcuk

# posted by The Prisoner | 9:20 AM |


Friday, June 11, 2004

"you faaakin' donut!"
If i ever hear anyone say this again i may well have to kill them, this was the favorite phrase of dennis the trucker who i was stuck with for two days solid, still, i earned £100 out of it and i'm sure several car drivers have been permanently traumatised by this man...
Potential dates for our Xbox lan

Monday 2nd August
Tuesday 3rd August
Thursday 5th August
Monday 9th August
Tuesday 10th August
Thursday 13th August

Simon? Mike? Dave? Scott? Kev? Chris? if you're reading this then do tell Paul which ones you could make and spread the word...

Todays t-shirt slogan:Nobody ever drowned in sweat-Us Marine corps marathon 1985 (Kindly donated by Ed Fingerling senior)

Todays Music: Cab Calloway-Minnie the Moocher

# posted by The Prisoner | 1:43 PM |


Monday, June 07, 2004

The Swamp

So yesterday my mum and my sister and a neighbour and i were bored and so ventured up to lower Halstow (hereafter refered to as 'the swamp' or 'land of the Downey Bird') and walked on this weirdo beach (taking special care to avoid passing ducks) The deal is that this big part of the land used to be a brick works where they melted down old crokery and glass into bricks, the factory no longer stands but the beach and just below the topsoil is filled with bricks and MILLIONs of really old plates and bottles and stuff, all smashed up obviously but terribly attractive and interesting to an arty person like my mum. I found some bit of bottles which were only half melted and looked really cool, and an arm from a porecelain figure, just the arm. Also we found the one intact thing on the whole massive beach, a little glass jar packed with mud which stopped it breaking. All in all this proved a brilliant way to procrastinate and avoid revising for a day, now i've just got the fort Pitt prom to distract me.

Bizarrely i have completely abandoned the rented tux i would have got from Burtons in favour of something more personal, i have bought trousers and shoes from Dockside and my Grandad has lent me his dinner Jacket, plus My mother has this great chinesey material for a bow tie and cumberbunbunbunbubunbund. That's all for now i think...

Todays T-shirt slogan: If you can't run with the big dogs Don't piss up the tall trees
Todays music: AC/DC: For those about to rock (we salute you)

# posted by The Prisoner | 11:16 AM |


Friday, June 04, 2004

WOO YAY!











I PASSED MY THEORY TEST! i'm so relieved, now to revise for my a-levels :(

todays t-shirt slogan: Blah Blah Blah (kindly donated by Rebecca)
Todays music: Chuck Berry-Riding along in my automobile

# posted by The Prisoner | 9:30 AM |


Tuesday, June 01, 2004

The Day After Tomorrow....

It's really very good in the way that only a disaster flick can be, all of a sudden i didn't give a woozit about the paradigmatic choices witin the syntagmatic structure of the text, i was just enjoying a good film like i used to before i took media studies and started analysing everything. Go. See.

I've added a new link, can't believe i forgot the website that gave the world this

Todays T-shirt slogan: Trainee Gyenacologist
Todays song: ASH - Orpheus

# posted by The Prisoner | 11:47 AM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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