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Friday, July 29, 2005

People are fragile things you should know by now, be careful what you put them through
The prisoner has a bizarre moment, and makes a bizarre aquisition

Last night, Dan and i left hospital radio early to attend a battle of the bands featuring The Delta (the singer is going out with a fellow barbs fan and the drummer lives over the road from me, hence we are now fans by default) They were great, and seem to have held up rather well despite a recent change in line up, (the bassist has taken over lead guitar and a replacement has been drafted in). Suffice to say, they won, hurrah!
While driving home, Dan and i listened to copious amounts of Pink Floyd of the more trippy variety. Having Dropped off Dan i switched over to Led Zeppelin and headed home, somehow i managed to time it so Stairway to Heaven ended at exactly the moment i stopped the car at the end of the driveway.
I turned off the engine and the lights, and was plunged into almost total darkness, as our driveway heads down the side of the house into the back garden, away from those horrid orange streetlights. The music continued however, as it was coming from my CD player in th glove box (and some speakers blu-tacced to the dashboard).
For some reason i felt absolutely no inclination to turn it off, get out of the car, or even move much. I just sat there, seat belt on, wrapped up in my huge camo jacket, quite comfortable while Led Zeppelin carried on playing. I sat and stared at the back garden, so familiar yet so strange in the dark. I stared up at the sky for quite some time as well, it was very clear last night, very clear. Perhaps the clearest i've ever seen it in shitty light polluted Medway, or perhaps i'm just used to looking out of my bedroom window, which faces the street. Anyway, there were so many stars, not just the bright ones you usually see, but also a lot of faint ones, barely visible. Amazing how one can be suddenly captivated by something thats there every night.
I don't know how long i stayed there before the spell was suddenly broken, i could well have gone to sleep in there. But eventually i did kill the music and head inside.

My other item of business today is to introdce you to this...
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Audrey 2, my Venus Fly trap. (click for biggy)

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My finger, for comparative purposes. And *Munch*, a hapless bug is ensnared in Audrey's clutches.

It's smaller than i expected, but no less fascinating.

todays music: Led Zeppelin - Going to California
todays t-shirt

# posted by The Prisoner | 9:56 AM |


Thursday, July 28, 2005

spoilers? here's a spoiler, you will die alone.

hehehehe CLICK ME

an oldie but a goodie. I always preferred star trek anyway.

# posted by The Prisoner | 1:59 PM |


Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Great Galloping Penguins! Whats happened here?
The Prisoner has a new layout, Hurrah!

s'all up n running, i just need to remeber the code for drop down bars to store all the links in, otherwise the template goes insane and everything disappears. So far all i have is comments and archives (hidden in the wardrobe to the right, move your mouse over it, go on. Oooh vanishing wardrobe.)

More when i've finished tinkering.

.............................................

later...

Ok, so i've cheated a bit, all the links are now on another blog i started as that took far less time than it would have done to copy every single link and remove all the html tags and change em to java, in all honesty i couldnt be arsed.
move your mouse over the wardrobe again (woo! how cool is that!!??!!??) click on that thingy and you'll scoot on over to where the links can now be found.

Oh yeah, and A's new album rocks! i may just actually buy it this time, or i could ask dan to copy it for me again.

todays music: Led Zeppelin - Black Dog
todays t-shirt: stop looking at my tits (i may buy myself on of these one day, just for the funny looks)

# posted by The Prisoner | 12:40 PM |


Sunday, July 24, 2005

Better sorry than safe? and Visa Versa
The prisoner discusses things to be really worried about in these uncertain times.

i for one am far more concerned about the police shooting a completely innocent man, five times, in the head, while he was pinned to the floor, than i ever was about a bombing.

do the maths, so far we have about 8 bombers (make it a dozen to include the masterminds who strangely don't feel the need to commit suicide). Compare that to the number of armed officers in the metropolitan police, let alone the rest of the country and you'll see why i'm concerned about this bad precedent.

A toast to the Met! thanks guys, you've really made me feel safe at night now.


In Other news, we've filmed about half of james's script and i'm trying to schedule the rest with our actors. I have brainstormed like a demon and may actually be able to develop some ideas of my own, which i will post up on here when they are fit for consumption, if anyone's interested.

i don't think i'm going to survive the summer, i may die of boredom first. i have no money to do anyhting and nobody will give me a job, so i just sit at home and do bugger all, this is probably why my brain has stopped working.

more when something interesting happens

TTFN
todays music: iron Maiden - afraid to shoot strangers
todays t-shirt

# posted by The Prisoner | 5:05 PM |


Monday, July 18, 2005

Blocked
the prisoner's creative billabong appears to have dried up

I want to come up with an idea, but i can't. aaaah! i thought it would be cool to have a script written or at least on the way by the time i get back to uni, but i can't think of anything. at all. The thing is, when we have screenwriting lectures with Goran (apparently a big noise in scadinavia! hehe "Goran Spielbergski" hehe), it's like the man exudes this creative aura, without him having to do anything at all we all become much more creative suddenly and the ideas spew forth like rats out of an aquaduct. However, now that i am on my own everything seems to have ground to a halt. arse. the truth is, i do my best work at the directing and editing stage, interpreting someone else's script. once i have something to work from i can do fine, but the original idea, has to come from somewhere else. I have a horrible feeling that taking the screenwriting course may be a horrible mistake.

# posted by The Prisoner | 11:14 AM |


Saturday, July 16, 2005

Excess
The prisoner nurses a hangover, and posts pictures of next door's cat.

eye'sdriedtighgottagetmyselftogetherneedakickstartcocktailtenpercentcoffewitha
highrisefamilysizeguarranteedtocatonisethelittlebitofbraini'vegothangingonfrom
lastnight.

i'm very hung over. *moans*

Tetley the ninja kitten visited our back garden again this morning and i took the opportunity to snap the little bugger in action, click the thumbnails for biggy versions.

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the mighty hunter stalks his prey across the, er, back garden. He was stalking bees until one stung him. silly bugger.

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Ninja kitten at rest, on a chair and inside my dad's bike jacket.

he also took a shine to Dad's crash helmet, he sat there with his head stuck inside through the visor quite happily but i didn't get a shot of that.

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having Spied my attempts to document his ninja black-ops, the master of stealth proceeded to attempt to destroy the evidence of his passing, he has seized the strap of the camera and is attempting to wrest it from my grasp

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His prey, the little doves in the tree, who fortunately now possess the power of flight and have escaped his deadly ninja clutches.

Activity
The prisoner is still unemplyed and poor, but has found something to do!

motormouth's friend James has written a script, which they plan on shooting this week, and i have been drafted in to help, should be fun, all that needs doing now is finding some actors, and a location. hmmm, this could be trickier than i thought.

todays music: Ginger (acoustic) - c-c-c-c-c-caffeine bomb
todays t-shirt

# posted by The Prisoner | 1:34 PM |


Thursday, July 14, 2005

Come on you stranger, you martyr, you legend and shine

The prisoner finally indulges in something his dad has enjoyed for decades.

My Dad, during his misspent youth was an enormous prog rock fan, the family vinyl colection contains a disproportionate amount of ELP, yes, Blue oyster cult etc. despite this i had never really listened to pink floyd until yesterday. Inspired by the performance at live8, Dad bought the Wall (the movie not the album) which i watched and then immediately started listening to Echoes (the album not the song). I now concede that they are very good, well called Dad (and DTM),though i'm still not entirely sure why Bob Geldof shaved his eyebrows off.


Tetley the ninja kitten, and the twins

The Prisoner and the critters that invade his garden

We have new neighbours next door and in total there is 8 of them, two adults and six kids. plus a dog, and tetley the roaming free spirit constrained in the form of a kitten. We first met a few weeks ago when we were having diiner out back, and a very small cat wandered up to us, regarded the assembled party for a moment, and then dived into mothers flower bed. We retrieved him and took him back next door, reasoning that such a small cat had no business wandering around on his own. Obviously tetley had other plans.
Last night dad and i sat down in the front to watch 'to the ends of the earth' the new 3-part drama from the bbc, Spiffing! I caught some movement in the corner of my eye and assuming it to be my sister come down from bed for some reason i turned around, and beheld a very small cat (now sporting a very fashionable bell!) sitting next to me on the sofa. Stealthy little bugger, god knows how long he was sitting there before i noticed him, had he been a ninja assasin i would now be dead. I get the feeling he's going to grow up to be one of 'those cats' who gets up to all sorts of craziness.

in other news, in our plum tree out back we have two dove chicks, they are about half size now and don't have all their feathers but are already flapping in an attempt to take off. fanscinating stuff. I of course have more time to observe them due to my termianl unemployment. and my mum and sister (those famous ornithologists) have gone berserk in their enthusiasm for these creatures. i should have pictures soon.

todays music: Pink Floyd - Shine on you crazy diamond (parts 1-7)
todays t-shirt

# posted by The Prisoner | 9:25 AM |


Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Moving on...
The prisoner decides not to moan about the evil blood sucking tv hacks, but instead obeys a request (surely 'command'?) from a pub going compatriot.

Hello Dorrien! consider yurself mentioned, and apologies for the lapse.

also...

  • Mark
  • Scott
  • John
  • Paul
  • Ian
  • Kev
  • Rob Morgan
  • Micheala
  • Ben
  • Dan Bray
  • Fee
  • Greg
  • Dan Abraham
  • Sneddon
  • Matt Sykes
  • Becca
  • Bonnie
  • Matt (from Gills)

    these are all people who go to the tap n tin, and you all rock guys! so now consider yourselves all mentioned, and if i've missed anybody feel free to shout at me later.

    And to all you loverly blogging people, you've all got a mention in the sidebar so there's no need to feel left out.

    todays music: Therapy? - hey Satan, You Rock!
    todays t-shirt: Everything louder than everything else

    # posted by The Prisoner | 10:45 AM |


  • Friday, July 08, 2005

    London

    I have no words, my voice is in my sword

    as i write it's still not 100% clear what actually happened, the main theory i last heard was that possible suicide bombers who were either british nationals or had lived here for many years were behind the attack. If this turns out to be true it will be very bad for all of us as i fear some sort of macarthyesque witch hunt, basically, while this is very bad and i sympathise with the victims, this is in no way going to alter my views on anything, how hypocrytical would it be if i was now all for a 'war on terror' just because my country has been attacked? I still say that the USA and their mini-me ally the UK are the biggest terrorists around, but of course the people responsible for that particular brand of terrorism weren't in london yesterday, they were in gleneagles. Ordinary londoners were yesterdays target, and that is why these terrorists are bastards too.

    I don't live in London, so i can't give a very good account of yesterday to you foreigners, i suggest you read Astolath's blog he lives in London and was at work when the bombs went off.

    All the best to all of London, when i have collected myslef a little i intend to lambast the tv news hacks who have so cynically exploited this event for a good story.

    take care.

    # posted by The Prisoner | 2:45 PM |


    Tuesday, July 05, 2005

    Freedom

    In which the prisoner achieves a new level of independence, sort of.

    I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST!

    No longer am i reliant on endless lifts and the ramshakle public transport system, the many and varied destinations of the world are mine to visit as i please. Rainham, Chislehurst, Aldershot, Pratts Bottom, Thong, Badgers mount, anywhere i desire. provided my mum lets me borrow the car first.
    also, this may be a big step on the way to getting a job, as the fellow who's interviewing me tomorrow seemed quite keen on somebody with transport. Fingers crossed.


    todays music: Ramones - I wanna be sedated
    todays t-shirt: If mum says no then ask granny

    # posted by The Prisoner | 3:39 PM |


    Friday, July 01, 2005

    Ship of Fools

    the prisoner doesn't know why he picked that title, it just sounded cool, like the crazy 88

    Take the MIT Weblog Survey

    MIT no less, i've been there, it's a pretty flash looking place! do the survey you sons of mothers!

    # posted by The Prisoner | 11:12 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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