| I don't mean any disrespect but i hope you are buried alive |
[Thursday, September 6th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 13:42pm] |
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So life, yeah....
Things have been pretty hectic recently. I've tried out for a new band and that went pretty well, just have to see how it turns out. Also Dee and i might finally have got our long awaited porject on the go, which is good news. Been working at Includem for almost 3 weeks now, my contract is going to be extended by a couple of weeks but i found out this morning that i won't be going permenent which is a bit of a bummer as it's a good job with awesome benefits, i just lacked the experience in this sector that the successful candidates had. Loads of gigs to look forward to though so that's where my wages will be going in the meantime. Still single as ever though that's not bothering me at all just now.
Just thought i should let you all know i'm still alive... Give me a text or an email or something as i haven't spoken to so many folk in an absolute age.
Keep it brutal.
Mark
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| I got a job..... |
[Friday, August 17th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 18:28pm] |
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how fucked up is that?
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| Wacken Off All Day |
[Monday, August 13th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 20:23pm] |
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Wednesday August 1st
There comes a time in every man's life when he has to get up at 6:30am and bundle himself onto a coach with some smelly reprobates and start out on his journey to the promised land. Edinburgh airport may be a dump but it has a nice Wetherspoons which is more than happy to serve you pints at 10am with your giant grease filled breakfast. After some comedy "extra-safe" condom buying antics accompanied with some poor german STI banter it was generally agreed that we should probably go and catch the plane.
After the rain of the grim north it was nice to land in the sunshine at Heathrow. Being a total fanboy i'd been really chuffed that we'd flown over the football stadium's of Watford, Fulham and Chelsea and also seen Wembley Stadium, Windsor Castle and Buckingham Palace. Hold back your tears of boredom. The flight had also involved sarnies and beer. Grand. 2 hours in Heathrow were filled buying £4 pints and avoiding a scary Wacken regular who appeared to have forgotten to bring some friends. Flying across the Netherlands eating the shit nuts mix BA had deemed acceptable flight food it was agreed between myself and me that everything there is too flat and straight so must be avoided. Hamburg airport is a giant hanger that someone painted airport on the front of and filled with non-english speaking staff. This seemed to set a precedent for the rest of our week.
After arguing about which route to take we chose to splash out on a taxi direct to Wacken. The driver couldn't speak much english and had the most ill-informed sat-nav in history but eventually after blasting down the auto-bahn at 190km/h we reached... the back of the traffic jam that was Wacken. Wacken is a bit like a tiny scottish tourist village except without the mountains. On our 2 mile hike through the town past the giant queue of traffic it seemed that everyone and sundry was out out on the streets getting smashed. Nice. After some debate about where to camp we decided on a nice spot on top of the hill near the showers and toilets and set up our little ring of no-fire. The first night was spent wandering around the festival grounds chatting to random german dudes about the "Laune" and considering whether buying a suit of armour was really such a good idea. The food also turned out to be bloody awesome. Later that night we shouted at two danish boys in the campsite who we heard speaking english and suddenly Kenneth and Mathias were our new friends. They also introduced us to their friends later on and some hefty Slots drinking ensued.
Thursday 2nd August
First things first i kicked Claire out of my tent and joined the Fear and Mr Gary in early morning drinking. Mr Dee had been drinking but had gone off it again. The early afternoon involved watching the Wacken football which proved to be HIGHLY entertaining before continuing to get pissed. By the time All That Remains came on i had a litre of beer in my hand (in the pit) and not a care in the world. ATR turned out to be fucking awful anyway and i trudged back to the campsite on my tod (turns out Gary had nearly drowned in the mud) where i was soon joined by the ginger love master. I went for a lie down in my tent and ended up sleeping through Maroon which pissed me off GREATLY. I was woken up by Fear and Claire at about 2am and we started drinking again.
Friday 3rd August
The Great Hangover was quickly replaced by BEERLUST (tm). We headed down to the 3rd stage at the ungodly hour of 11am to catch The Black Dahlia Murder who were fucking awesome. I got stuck in a did a spot of circle-pitting and crowd-surfing. After the BDM we pottered around getting food and booze and somewhere along the way i bought an England flag... After a rather spectacular straw fire in front of the True Metal Stage saw Napalm Death cancelled we ended up on the Black Metal Stage side of the main field getting fucked in the sun watching Turbonegro and bumping into our new Dutch friends. Then we went to see Enslaved. Enslaved were incredible. So so good. Gary and Fear and I ended up at the barrier going a bit mental. Awesome.
Blind Guardian were not. They were fucking AWFUL. And they went on forever. Needless to say they endured quite bit of heckling from the fans of... DIMMU BORGIR. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. What an amazing performance. Evil, huge and apart from not playing Puritania an incredible set. I started a big pit with a crazy bald amn and then went nuts the whole gig. Tried to go crowd surfing during Mourning Palace but some skinhead cunt dragged me down. Amazing. Iced Earth weren't. Really disappointing. Shit set by tired old men. The sound was awful too as Jon 'it's MY fucking band' Schaeffer had has guitar twice as loud as anything else. Went back to the tent and continued drinking. Amazingly after getting sunburned all day it was ridiculously cold and a mist had plonked it's fat arse across the campsite.
Saturday 4th August
Got up feeling incredibly ill and full of cold. Woo. Couldn't even drinking any booze at all. Actually took me most of the day before i ate any food. Everyone was feeling it, especially Gary who'd drank 3/4 of a litre of JD in a very short period the previous night and had almost died. He spent most of the day in a similar state. Dee, Fear and i - after spending most of the day lazing about in the sun nursing our woes - headed down to see a pretty boring Heaven Shall Burn who's highlight was the enormous circle pit they got going round the central belt of shows and a cracking and immensely cheesy Stratovarius who cheered me up immensely. By the time we got back to the camp i was feeling nauseous again and was complaining like a little bitch so we just lay about for another few hours before venturing forth again for IMMORTAL! Before them however we had to endure Type O Negative whilst getting into the Arena and bloody hell were they awful. Although it was comedy when, during a particularly gothic bit the singer announced in his american drawl "This is so fucking DRAMATIC". Gold. We didn't get too close to the stage but IMMORTAL were absolutely the best thing ever. Nothing i can say will ever do that justice. Abbath was going mental and his fire-breathing was awesome and it was just incredible. The crowd seemed really quite subdued even though they were rammed in and that continued during most of In Flames who played the best i've ever seen them, so tight and entertaining, especially Anders who was completely off his face. But despite that and his hilarious between-song rambling he was screaming and singing even better than normal. During the last song they used so much pyro i almost thought i was watching Rammstein. After Inflames Cannibal Corpse came on and played the heaviest set i think i've ever seen. They were so brutal and much much better than on CD. The sight of 20,000 Subway to Sally fans sitting scared shitless at the True Metal stage was something to behold.
Immediately after the Corpse has finished we shot back to the campsite where we'd already packed most of our belongings and got everything together. Getting off the site proved near impossible - the lighting was hampered by a thick mist and huge cloud of smoke coming from one of the campsites which was being well-attended by ridiculous 1920's fire engines - and we almost drowned in a giant bog but eventually we reached the taxi-rank/shuttle bus site. After establishing that getting a bus would be utterly ridiculous Fear phoned a taxi company several times and charmed them with his german but as cunts were just stealing taxis we decided to walk into town (bear in mind it's 3am) to try and get one ourselves. Eventually we flagged down a legendary taxi driver and with our tents on our laps headed back to Hamburg.
We got back to the Giant Hanger at about 4.30am and immediately kipped down on some benches. The next 10 hours were spent eating couissants, sleeping, playing Yahtzee, reading, sleeping, ignoring the £1 beer, sleeping and generally being bored. Incredibly our bags turned out to still be within the weight regulations of BA so boarding wasn't a problem though our flight was delayed by an hour which allowed us to get some sandwiches and uncharacteristically shite german beer. We got drinking on the flight which was good before we spent 3 hours in Heathrow searching in vain for Burgers. Leaving the scorching heat of Heathrow behind for the wet misery of Edinburgh was most welcome and eventually tired as fuck and smelling decidedly bad crashed in the door at about 7pm.
Wacken 2008 with IRON MAIDEN.... HERE WE FUCKING COME.
Since getting back i've been quite boozed, went to a pretty good Rev last week and ended up in Bamboo last night for Tristan's birthday. Last wednesday went through to Dunfermline with Craddock to watch the Pars take on Man United for Scott Thomson's testimonial which was ace. Got to see Hargreaves, Rooney, Scholes, Giggs and more which was amazing. We also got totally steaming which was also fun. Utd won 4-0. Been swimming a fair bit too and today started my job hunting.
The only cloud on the horizon as ever is the fucking council tax cunts who won't take no for an answer. Getting seriously close to actually suing them for harrassment.
But apart from that i'm hopefully going to be in a new band next week, hopefully will have a job soon and i'm not hung up or being strung along by any women so life is pretty good.
Ole! Ole Ole Ole! Bristol City!
Take it easy folks.
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| It's death Jim, but not as we know it |
[Monday, July 2nd, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 16:03pm] |
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3 weeks i've been home and it just feels bloody strange.
I've spent far too much money on total shit, it felt like it was worth it at the time but probably wasn't. Going back to Rev has been fun though admittedly.
My birthday was the usual carnage fest. I spent in the region of £150 on food and booze alone that day and got absolutely wankered. I think next year i'll sit in a tent in the mountains and meditate to get away from the cycle of destruction that June the 12th has become.
Tristan has moved from our flat into Freddie's which is awesome as it's just up the road. It's also cool to finally have my own space. I'm sure he'll understand what i'm saying too because as much as i love the sexy bastard, three people don't really fit into what is essentially a one bedroom flat.
Last night i had my first hallucinagenic trip. I really should have had one at Leeds 2003 but we'd drank so much beer that the mushrooms just made us feel ill. Nope last night Richard, Jamer and i smoked waht i believe is called Salvia... in the prescence of Keith and my brother. I had a total giggle fit and had the weirdest hallucination before i came down and just remained stoned for the rest of the night. I hadn't done any drugs since January and i wouldn't really class that as drugs because - unbelievably - it's a fucking legal substance. Madness.
So now i'm just job hunting, If anyone knows of any easy office jobs that are 9-5 or bar work going then let me know. If all else fails it's off to the call centres for me. How depressing.
30 days til Wacken. Unreal.
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| Jack and Jill went up the hill, took loads of drugs and got AIDS |
[Thursday, June 7th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 14:16pm] |
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Last night i went to the theatre in Southampton to see Rik Mayall in The New Stateman. Holy Fuck. I thought it might be pretty rude/funny but i had no idea. I thought it was against the law to shout CUNT repeatedly in a theatre ans simulate oral sex with a decapitated and burnt head but i was gleefully WRONG. I can't actually describe how amazing it was he repeatedly abused every single member of the labour government over and over again, the tories, the trade unions, the lib dems, the Queen, the americans A LOT, the norwegians, the iranians, terrorists, islamists, the bible, female politicians, the nazis, george dubyah, condoleeza rice, the BBC, Jeremy Paxman, the scottish, and tony blair obviously. I don't think i've ever laughed that much for 2 constant hours apart from when Stressed Eric's donkey blew up.
So i'm back in less than 4 full days. Is Glasgow ready? I think not. I'm thinner but certainly not lighter, my hair is half the length it was when i left and now half blonde half brown(ish), i have several degrees of skin cancer, a brighter outlook on life and a lot more shit.
And i can't fucking wait.
On tuesday i turn 23. I know, twenty fucking three, who'd have thought i'd make it. As everyone seems to be broke/working/dying of liver failure i've decided against a repeat of the infamous subcrawl, besides those of you who can remember my 20th would probably agree it's not wisest idea in the first place. Instead anyone who wishes to come out and ahve a laugh is welcome to join join me at Republic Bier Halle on Gordon Street (right across from TGI Friday's) at 1pm (remember TUESDAY THE TWELFTH i don't want anymore random texts on random dates... i'm looking at you Iain ;)) where we'll probably have a few pints and some food and decide on a course of action for the afternoon. If we're still alive by 10pm we'll head to Revolution at QMU where the booze is cheap and the music is alright.
Before then i have golf to play, booze to drink, a gate to finish painting and a sea to swim in and i plan to take full advantage of these activities while i don't have to pay for them.
AND WACKEN IS LESS THAN TWO MONTHS OFF. I'M SHITTING MY PANTS WITH ANTICIPATION. Oh yes.
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| Slaving over a hot monkey brain.. |
[Thursday, May 31st, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 15:57pm] |
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11 nights till i come home fuckers.
I'm gonna miss a lot of things down here but i'm really looking forward to being back in the big mix again. Already bought my Converge and Bury Your Dead tickets so i have something to look forward to when i return.
Gutted that Stephen Lynch is sold out though, day after my birthday too. Cheers if you knew but didn't let me know.
I haven't really been up to much, i sanded a gate and moved a double bed... oh i got sunburned and spent a couple of days with the 'rents doing touristy things so not much to add.
I'm just psyching myself up for the return home. I need to get some new stuff for the flat and then get seriously on the job hunt and sort out a new band to crush Glasgow with.
First things first though, Tuesday 12th June, if you're free and up for a subcrawl round glasgow follwed by Rev then let me know. I'll be heading to the Catty on Friday or Saturday too i should think, if i don't die on the tuesday that is.
WACKEN HERE WE COME.
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[Friday, May 11th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 17:07pm] |
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( photos from the spring )
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| Return of the Prodigal Son |
[Tuesday, May 8th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 15:07pm] |
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Ladies and Gentleman,
First Sea Lord Sir Mark David Fry esq. IX MA DIPed will be landing at Glasgow International airport at 08:45am on Monday 11th June 2007.
It's my birthday the next day and as i can't be bothered organizing a party and no cunt will do one for me i suggest a pub crawl followed by a night of cheap drinking and shit music at Revolution @ The QMU. After Rev we will retire to my flat or someone's flat and keep drinking until more than 50% of the party-goers have died. If anyone has any better suggestions please let me know.
My weekend was pretty damn good. On friday i went for a 3 hour walk around the woods near my Grandparents in Somerset where i spent a lot of my childhood. it was awesome, one of my favourite places in the whole world. I did almost die falling into a stream though, by die i mean my phone nearly went in too and then i would have died.
On saturday me and folks were part of 19,500 that saw Bristol City win promotion to the Championship for the first time in 10 years. We won 3-1 but it seriously should have been about 9-0. I didn't invade the pitch at the end because the Ateyo stand is shitly designed and it's a bastard to get to the pitch so that was quite gutting but obviously most of the rest of the ground did so i got some amazing photos and the atmosphere was stunning. Premiership here we come!
On sunday i did shit all but man utd won the Premiership so i didn't really have to.
Yesterday was a bit shit as i had a huge argument with my dad about comign back North but he can go take a running jump. I suppose he has my best interests at heart but i'm going mad down here, Dunfermline then promptly fucked Motherwell 4-1 making it a somewhat successful weekend for my teams.
So yeah i'm coming home, break out the booze or the shotguns, whichever you prefer. This time it's gonna be different.
Oh yes and AlanARGH is a pie denier. A fucking pie denier. The shame.
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| Raise what's left of the flag for me! |
[Tuesday, May 1st, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 10:24am] |
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Hooray!!! Pretty much the whole of the Civil Service is on strike! Which which means that when i wandered into the (lack of)Jobcentre Plus at 9 this morning to have another specail 20 minutes with the latest Department of Wankers and Paedophiles representative to try and deal with me i was told the following. "We're all taking civil action, please sign this and we'll see you in two weeks." Awesome. Awesome to the max. My dad recieved a postcard from his union last week informing all their members to strike. A postcard, that's nice. Thankfully when questioned on the subject he informed me that someone of his seniority striking is a sackable offence so sadly (for him, not me) he's working today. Ah well.
To kill the time i was meant to be spending shouting at morons i headed down to Reflex records - the local independant and ONLY record shop in Gosport - to have a wee gander and ende dup spending 25 quid on 2 items. Normally i would baulk at such a price but i have promised now to buy no more CDs while i'm down here so it's ok, i promise you. Anyway, what i bought was FANTASTIC! First off i bought Whiskey On A Sunday by Flogging Molly, a Digipak live/Acoustic CD and feature length DVD, and secondly the Digipak version of In Sorte Diaboli by Dimmu Borgir, now i wasn't going to buy this because Keith had sent me a pre-release copy but this version was HUGE and apart from having a bonus DVD it appeared to have a whole novel inside. Well it wasn't a novel but instead a box which included a massive MIRROR, because the booklet is written backwards. How gloriously evil. Very very nice.
Also last night Dunfermline beat St. Scum so we're 1 point behind them, 'mon the Pars!
So there's a spring in my step and it's too nice to be anything but very much on the up.
Today i might go swimming.
It's going to be a good day.
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| Where the fuck are my car keys? They were right here in my haaand |
[Monday, April 30th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 15:21pm] |
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So yeah i got completely fucked up on Saturday and boy was it a mess.
Happy at Man United getting one over on Chelsea started the drinking at about 2pm and Bristol City getting humped accelerated it by even after meeting Ed in Southsea and heading with his sound mates to a birthday party in a total shithole pub in eastney i'd only had about 10 pints by 10pm...
The next thing i remember i'm slumped on a wall in the car park spewing my guts up.
And then some 9 hours later i woke up covered in puke on a mattress on the floor of a random flat. The hours walk home was not fun, especially as it was 23 degrees out.
So yeah, i felt appalling yesterday and i still don't feel great today but i suppose it's character building and all the shiz.
I think i'll be returning to Glasgow soon.
My birthday is on June 12th and i want to spend it with my friends but quite apart from that i've fulfilled most of the aims i wanted to achieve by coming down here. I've learned to drink socially (when i'm down here usually i'd sit up til the early hours drinking and watching films but none of that for me this time!), i've only got steaming once in 2 and a half months and apart from that i've been pretty restrained with the drinking so that's a big step forward as far as i'm concerned. I'm probably as physically fit as i've ever been, don't mix that up with thin, because thin i ain't but i'd say i'm pretty healthy just now. I'm also pretty happy, obviously i want to get on with my life and get a job and get all that sorted out and then i'll be much happier but i'm certainly not the depressed mess that i was back in October.
So yeah, i feel human again for the first time in fuck knows how long which to be honest feels good.
I won't be back before the beginning of June though, because i've got some stuff booked down here and there aren't any cheap flights back before then anyway...
It's all good.
Expect a rant tomorrow as i have to sign on with the facist Department of Wankers and Paedophiles who need a good kicking. But in the meantime enjoy the sunshine :)
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| Blast from the paaaaast(ie) |
[Wednesday, April 25th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 15:54pm] |
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I posted this about a year ago. I just re-read it and thought "i must've been in a good mood that day". Well it was that or some very good shit. Enjoy.
Humour is like a fine wine. Expensive and overrated.
1) Do you have a crush on somebody?: I'd like TO crush somebody
2) Do you hate more than 3 people?: Misanthropy is the one disease i'm proud of having
3) How many houses have you lived in?: Crack houses or real one?
4) Favorite candy bar?: John Candy bars. There was enough of him to feed Sudan for 35 years
5) Favorite color(s)? The colour you only see after a damn good curry...
6) Have you ever tripped someone?: Timothy Leary is a god.
7) Least favorite school subject?: Any of the ones that involved writing
8) How many pairs of shoes do you own?: That's not very grim
9) Do you own a Britney Spears CD?: I own her soul
10) Have you ever thrown up in public?: It's one of my favourite pastimes
11) Name one thing that is always on your mind?: tiny little blood vessels
12) Favorite genre of music?: I like music to sound like an army are attempting to demolish a church using chainsaws
13) What is your zodiac sign?: indeed
14) What time were you born?: Mark time
16) Ever made a prank phone call?: Yeah it started the cold war
17) What is the most embarassing CD you own? Terry Nutkins sings Necrosadistic Goat Torture
18) Are you sarcastic?: Never
19) Black and white or color? That's a lot of choices there Jim, i'll take door number 5
20) How many watches do you own?: TIME IS A BASTARD
21) Summer or winter?: fEaR
23) Favorite color to wear?: Spikes
24) Pepsi or Sprite?: 42
25) What color is your cell phone?: my cell has padding and a nice view of the fields KILL!KILL!KILL!
26) Where is your second home?: the first one
27) Have you ever slapped someone?: I once slapped a fire engine
28) Have you ever had a cavity?: Everyone has cavities, it's knowing what to do with them which seperates us from birds
29) How many lamps are in your bedroom?: I love lamp
30) How many video games do you own?: I am a video game
31) What was your first pet?: Victor, he was a turkey. We ate him one christmas. Doctors now believe this was the start of my "troubles"
32) Ever had braces?: They are the ultimate in fashion accessory
33) Do looks matter?: Do horses and oil tankers fuck?
34) Do you use chapstick?: Is that like slapstick?
35) Name 3 teachers from high school: #09876, #4 and ~~//|^¬[
36) American Eagle or Abercrombie?: I spit on your mother's grave
37) Are you too forgiving?: Show no mercy
38) How many children do you want?: I came not to send peace BUT A SWORD! and i have made WAR.
39) Do you own something from Hot Topic?: Sounds nutricious
40) Favorite breakfast meal?: A bloody mary with extra horseradish
41) Do you own a gun?: I own a tank
42) Ever thought you were in love? Loooooooooooooooooooove "SHUT IT!"
43) When was the last time you cried? when they extracted the sacred meteriote fragments from my skull
44) What did you do 3 nights ago?: do you want the real story or the alibi?
45) Olive Garden?: Chickon Oxo cube?
46) Ever called a teacher "mummy"? No but she was begging for her mummy by the time i'd finished with her
47) Have you ever been in a castle?: I am a castle! did you not notice? please wipe your feet...
48) Nicknames?: daddy was always a good one, i wish those kids would stop following me about though
50) Ever been to Kentucky?: I'm still alive right?
51) Do you own something from Banana Republic?: A pair of really tight speedos
52) Are you thinking about somebody right now: no i'm thinking about fire. now im thinking about someone
53) Ever called somebody Boo?: WTFZ!!!!!1111one one
54) Do you smoke?: There's no smoke without fire
55) Do you own a diamond ring? i can't see it to find out if there's a diamond in it
56) Are you happy with your life right now? emotion #642: error:: file not found
57) Do you dye your hair?: only my armpit hair
58) Does anyone have a crush on you?: I can breathe perfectly fine thank you
60) I'm Ron Burgandy?: NO, I AM
61) Do you own a Backstreet Boys CD?: Their beautiful music gently caresses me to sleep at night amongst my tears of wellbeing
62) McDonalds or Wendys?: I don't keep many friends. I find people too tasty
63) Do you like yourself?: which self? this one? over here! no, pick me!
64) Are you closer to your mother or father?: both will be at work so i imagine my father will be about 2 miles closer
65) Favorite physical feature of the preferred sex?: the achillies tendon
67) Have you ever eaten paste?: specifiy which type of paste or you will be destroyed
68) Do you own a webcam?: it's in tehran just now on a package holiday with a usb port
69) Have you ever stripped?: wallpaper can be so much damn fun
70) Ever broke a bone?: you know when you just can't get to the last morsels of flesh?
72) Do you chat on AIM often?: I'm aiming at a petrol tanker right now
73) Pringles or Lays?: Pringles make great golf jumpers and crisps, now THAT'S talent kids
76) Full House or The Brady Bunch?: Are we playing cards now? you could have told me
77) Did you like your high school guidance counselor?: I had to wear a mask and a special white jacket with straps on it when i went to see him
78) Has anyone ever called you gay?: sticks and stones may break my bones, call me gay and i'll put your head in a jar
79) Do you have a birth mark?: i have a barcode on my ass. sometimes when im in supermarkets i get charged for it
80) Do you own a car?: i own a crowbar which is technically the same thing
81) Can you cook?: two words: Armin Meiwes
82) 3 things that annoy you: the law, speed limits, human rights
83) Do you text message often?: i wank 5 times a day not that its any of your business
84) Money or love?: Money + Love = Hookers
85) Do you have any scars?: my lead pipe hurts
86) What do you really want right now?: to kill all humans
87) Do you enjoy scary movies?: party political broadcasts make johnny cry
88) Relationships or one night stands?: Porn. Filthy, no holds barred, farmyard animals and cannibalism porn.
89) Big Red or Juicy Fruit?: Staypuffed Marshmallow Man! how have you been? ok thanks Mark, remember and don't do drugs. I will Staypuffed! Live long and prosper on your journey on infinate wisdom!
90) Do you enjoy greasy food?: Like whale? they get greasy, filthy bastards ;) ^_^ :@[[9998//`¬
91) Have you seen all the Rocky movies?: root10%&&
92) Do you own a box of crayons?: have you ever smoked a crayon? its kinda like smoking a cuban but with some pretty fucked up hallucinations
93) Ever had sex in a public place?: If you're trying to hump the queen you can't help but make it public
94) Who was the last person that said they loved you? Trotsky
95) Who was the last person that made you mad?: Gordon Freeman
96) Who was the last person that made you cry?: The Jockey Association of South Thailand
97) Who was the last person that made you laugh?: Don't fear the reaper dude
98) Who was the last person that you fell for?: Spot the dog had fallen down a well. Mark fell too. It was eat or be eaten. I remember it well
99) Who was the last person that instant messaged you?: Himmler
100) Who was the last person that called you?: A researcher at the BBC asking if i felt remorse for my actions and did i think that announcing remorse in public would shorten my sentence
YOU READ IT. YOU CAN'T UN-READ IT!
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| I need you like i need a fucking hole in my head |
[Wednesday, April 25th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 14:49pm] |
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I just typed a fucking huge entry and it vanished off my screen so i am now fucking pissed off.
Last night was basically awesome, met Ed and Em for a pint in Southsea before the gig. Six Ft. Ditch were ok, The Acacia Strain were fucking awesome and i even got to do some screaming for them notably much of Carbomb, Hatebreed started well but lost a bit of momentum before the end, they did play for an hour and a half though. Got two awesome t-shirts quite cheap and generally had a great time. More signs that it was good were that my neck is killing me, my stomach is bright purple, i broke the strap for my watch and my phone managed to spend almost 40 minutes on the internet unnoticed. Nice. Circle pits galore. I got some good pics and video too. The sets far as i can remember were as follows:
Whoa! Shut it Down
See You Next Tuesday
3750
The Dead Walk
Angry Mob Justice
4x4
Burnface
Sun Poison & Skin Cancer
Carbomb
To the Threshold
Never Let it Die
Facing What Consumes You
Destroy Eerything
Mind Over All
Proven
Confide In Noone
Driven By Suffering
A Call For Blood
Voice Of Contention
Last Breath
Doomsayer
As Diehard As They Come
Tear it Down
This Is Now
Defeatist
Live For This
I Will Be Heard
Today, I met my Mum in Portsmouth for some lunch, we went to an awesome old pub that was converted from an old Naval building she worked in over 30 years ago. After that she bought me some nice new Vans from the outlets and some hairbands haha.
Take it easy and let the beatdown into your life.
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| 20,000 hardcore members... ready to fight. Can you dig it? |
[Tuesday, April 24th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 15:36pm] |
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It actually rained for the first time in weeks this morning. People were running about and screaming that the sky was falling down, obviously failing to comprehend this occurrance common to those of us who have spent more than 5 minutes in Glasgow.
It's still hot as fuck though.
It's been a bit of a quiet time, mainly i've been helping round the house and applying for some jobs but even this has fallen a bit by the wayside as the stupidity of humankind can sap even the most determined of us.
First of all i was denied Jobseekers allowance. This is silly. My Dad's mate Alan was even offered benefit after he retired so why can't i claim? Well apparently, my half of the flat owned by my brother and i has been classed as "savings worth over £16,000", somewhat odd as we have provided legal documentation stating that whilst the flat remains in my name i may not sell it and can only pass ownership back to my parents when they request it. That doesn't sound like savings to me boyo! Besides i'm not asking for unemployment benefit, housing benefit, disability or anything. I'm asking for JOBSEEKERS allowance - a tiny fortnightly amount to aid me searching for a job, how can i not be entitled to that?
Secondly some two days before this decision was reached and hours after signing on myself i recieved a phonecall from my dole officer - who reminds me very much of Hair Bear - to ask why i had been claming JSA when i had started work on April 4th. Well this was news to me, clad as i was in my boxer shorts contemplating the Fajitas i was about to cook for lunch and rummaging through the post. "erm, so you haven't been working then?" Hair Bear inquired. Not to my knowledge, though i may have been sleep-working... call the Sleep Clinic! Upon closer inspection, they had managed to mix up my National Insurance number with someone elses. Well done! The DWP (Department of Work and Pensions which i have cunningly dubbed the Department of wankers and Paedophiles) has wasted yet more money and time following up a clerical error. If only they were so quick to call me regarding my claim, that only arrived after a 9 week wait...
The third (disclosed but not final) reason for scaling down my job hunt was Hays recruitment. Hays is probably the biggest recruitment firm in Portsmouth and deals primarily with the sort of work i wish to secure. I'm supposed to have called them this morning but i haven't. This is because they've all obviously been lobotomised. I have on FOUR occasions informed them of my change of phone number, yet still they persist on sending text updates and voicemail messages to my old number. I only check the old SIM once a week if i'm lucky because it's only compatible with my Mother's mobile so i have missed out on several opportunities and have become somewhat exasperated with the complete lack of cerebral activity one company can display.
Tonight I am going to The Wedgewood Rooms in Portsmouth (thus missing both the Manchester United and Dunfermline games on TV) to see Hatebreed and The Acacia Strain. I am no doubt going to get absolutely WASTED and have a great time beating up hardcore fannies with my Fists (nee Pork Pie - see Scumdee Video) of Justice!
20,000 Hardcore members... ready to fight.
CAN YOU DIG IT?
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| The law is catching up and all i can smell is bacon sarnies |
[Wednesday, April 18th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 12:07pm] |
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Hey everyone! It’s take money off mark week! Not only has T-Mobile overcharged me by £12.50 but customs charged me a whopping £11.50 because my Acacia Strain merch was 50p over the limit for ordering overseas goods. Woohoo. Still even with that charge the merch was cheaper that buying it at a gig, so I guess I’m still laughing… with my empty wallet. Anyhoo, still I got my hoodie and t-shirt, though I haven’t even tried it on yet as I came straight from the parcel depot to the library so knowing my luck it won’t fit because American sizes are different. If this turns out to be the case I really will cry.
Yesterday I had the dole office meeting from hell, I had to declare that I’d been away for a couple of days with my folks and thus not job-hunting. The woman threatened to cut off my money, I was seething and spat back through gritted teeth: “you’re not giving me any fucking money”. That shut her hole.
It’s been a busy week, my Dad’s been away on business so I’ve been doing tons of housework as well as the job hunting and it’s actually good to be keeping busy. Last night after I’d mowed the lawns I went and banter which is always good. Think I’m going out to Portsmouth’s answer to Revolution on Saturday to get fucking smashed. Yass.
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| I can't believe it's not C4 |
[Monday, April 16th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 15:29pm] |
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Hey all,
Just like to clear some things up.
It's come to my attention that some of my blog postings have created some "discussion" shall we say, so i'd like to address some issues.
First of all, the recent posting slagging off my parents. I was fairly pissed off with life that day and needed to vent. I'm sure everyone feels like at sometime or another and as i have next to noone down here to vent to i do it on the internet.
I have never denied being a failure - and furthermore - i have never denied it being my fault that i'm a failure. Also those of you who know me pretty well will know that i have the 2 most amazing parents in the world whom i both respect and love very much. they just get on my tits occasionally!
Many people have stated quite clearly that they believe i should return to Glasgow with a whole host of reasons being given but mostly that i am a, enjoying being lazy down here and b, could do exactly as i'm doing in Portsmouth in Glasgow.
This is simply not true.
If i filled my blog with what i did everyday you simply wouldn't read it. I use it to vent frustrations and let anyone interested know what the most entertaining things i'm doing are. If i said every that i spent 3 hours job-hunting and an hour working out that would be pretty fucking boring, wouldn't it?
I've chosen to stay down here longer to recover from certain addiction, mental and physical health issues that i have and while i'm glad to say that i'm feeling a hell of a lot better that doesn't mean i'm entirely sorted yet. I don't have the opportunity to do this in Glasgow because living here is being supported financially by my parents - i have made no secret of this. They want to make sure i'm better so that when i do return i can get stuck straight into getting a job in Glasgow so i can start supporting myself. I was getting distracted too easily in Glasgow so down here i have little choice but to get on with it. The lesiure activities available to me and the weather also help but i'm 100% sure that when i feel ready to return to Glasgow i'll be able to stop getting wasted every night and get a proper job.
That's not to say i'm being lazy here, I have to apply properly for a minimum of 5 jobs a fortnight to be able to sign on (i'm still not recieving any money) and i'm applying for far more because i had actually hoped to get some part-time work while i was down here but sadly that hasn't been possible.
Anyway if you bothered to read all that then well done and i hope you can understand my reasons for being down here a bit better and that when i vent my frustrations of life that it's not always goign to be coherent and well thought out.
Anyhoo, my parents took their easter holidays last week so admittedly i didn't do much exercise or job-hunting at all. On friday we went to Lyme Regis on the dorset/devon border and wandered about. The weather was crap which was a pain as i'd hoped to get some swimming in. Instead we went to the pub, then a nice restaurant before driving up to my grandparents to stay the night.
The football on saturday was much improved and we beat Yeovil 2-0 in a match that had everything: goals disallowed, penalites, red cards, abusive chanting, riot police, the works! The temperature in west bristol reached 29 degrees outside the ground so that gives you an impression of how hot it is just now.
Yesterday my folks an i just had a BBQ and lazed about in the sun. Good times.
Hope everyone is getting on well, drop me a line if you're bored.
Take it easy, Mark.
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| Attacked by a vicious gang of keep left signs |
[Thursday, April 12th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 12:23pm] |
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Dear AS Roma,
You may have beaten us in Rome with your one man advantage and your Police may have beaten the utter shit out of our fans inside the stadium while your fans beat the utter shit out of fans outside of the stadium and i would like to congratulate you on all those points. BUT WE FUCKED YOU 7-1. FUCKED YOU. Hell, we fucking RAPED you. You aren't worthy of the English Conference. Fuck off back to your shithole country and learn to play football you violent cunts.
Thanks.
*ahem*
It's true, on tuesday for the first time in 2 years and 8 months i entered a hairdresser. I was gonna get it all shaved off but i wimped out of it. It doesn't look bad but in a certain light i look a bit like Dick Valentine which is a disturbing thought and an even more disturbing image first ting in the morning.
The rest of the day was spent playing golf, i'm getting back into the swing of things at last (HAHAHA awesome pun, shoot me now) so didn't play half badly for a change. Then went home to watch the football.
Yesterday, me and me Maw n Pa went out to the New Forest. We ended up sitting on a beach in Milford on Sea eating a picnic before walking a good few miles up to Hurst Castle which overlooks the Needles at the end of the Isle of Wight. Lovely day, only wish i'd got to go swimming as it was so bloody hot but there's plenty of time for that.
I'm not gonna be online for a bit now as i'm playing Golf later on then going to Lyme Regis tomorrow where i spent a good deal of my childhood followed by staying over at my Grandparents in Somerset and attending Bristol City vs Yeovil on saturday (another local derby, bring on the riot police again!). So i hope everyone has an awesome weekend and i'll catch you all soon.
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| Misanthropy is my favourite vice |
[Tuesday, April 10th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 10:31am] |
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I'm in a seriously bad mood.
Weekend wasn't too bad. Played golf at meon Valley on thursday, proper championship course. Good fun. Friday i went to Portsmouth with my new found friends Ed and Emma, Ed knows everyone in the metal scene and is trying to get me a DJing job in one of the pubs. We got absolutely fucked and i tanked everyone at pool. Yass. Saturday we went to the football. Bristol City v Swansea. local derby so there over 20 vans of riot police. That was the most interesting part of the afternoon, fucking awful game, 0-0. I felt really fucking awful the whole day too, was meant to go clubbing in the evening at Portsmouth's version of revolution but gave it a miss. Sunday was boring and yesterday wasn't much better. In fact the highlight of yesterday was donating a pint of blood. I'm absolutely fucking amazed they took it.
My folks have been at each other's and my throat all week. I wish they'd fuck off back to work but they're off all week. I left the house at 9 this morning to get the fuck away from them. It's their fault i'm a mental fuck-up anyway. My dad was NEVER at home throughout my childhood and my mother mollycoddled me to the extreme so they wonder why i turned out to be a lazy, alocoholic mess with depressive tendancies and severe lack of drive.
Anyway i'm gonna starve myself to get rid of the rest of the fat round my waist as i'm fucking sick of doing shitloads of exercise which is then offset by eating 17 meals a day and i'm gonna cut my hair off. I think i'll do that right now in fact. If i had any money i'd get a fucking huge tattoo of the word cunt across my stomach, that'd piss the fuckers right off.
At least the weather is nice.
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| 350,000 Barr mines you say? Does Hampshire need a new lake? |
[Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 11:09am] |
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It is ridiculously hot here. The 6 out of the last 7 days the temperature has reached over 17 degrees and yesterday it was over 20 degrees. To put that in some sort of perspective, the day in july last year where the temperature reached a new scottich record was only 26 degrees. It's only April!?! Anyway, it's far too summery so i've taken to walking around listening to horribly violent music. There's something rather satisfying about walking about in shorts and t-shirt amongst crowds of chavs blasting songs about decapitation and desecration of corpses through my skull.
This morning i signed on for the third time. That's me been claiming for 7 weeks now and they still haven't made a decision on whether i'm eligible to recieve money or not. The woman at the jobcentre was so disgusted that she personally called them but lo and behold... she couldn't get through. Magnificent system they've got going on there.
The Acacia Strain is less than 3 weeks away. I wet myself in anticipation every morning.
Other than that things have been quiet, i played golf at the weekend with my Dad and threw a grade A hissy fit after hitting one bad shot too many, went to Marks & Sparks on sunday with me maw and got a whole load of new jeans and hardcore shorts which is always nice. Also realized that in 7 weeks i haven't a, eaten ANYTHING form a kebab shop or b, drank more than 6 pints in one session. I miss drunken kebab pizzas.
This week i'm playing golf in a competition up in the Meon Valley with me Pa and going to watch bristol City crush Swansea in the hell-derby on saturday. Also decided i'm probably going to be back in Glasgow for mid/late May. Someone organize me a birthday party.
Laters
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| Cloaked in the thunders of a North wind. |
[Friday, March 30th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 15:21pm] |
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Ahhhhh! the grim northern winds return! The mountains, glaciers and artic wastes haunt my dreams! I must return to North soon to reclaim my kingdom cold!
Please excuse the withdrawal symptoms. I've been having to watch BBC4 for all my mountain fixes, and of course listening to black metal on repeat. When i listen to 1349 i can see the churches burning in my mind...
Today Gosport is wet.
It rains so infrequently here that the town goes into a kind of mourning. Noone is wearing a coat because they don't actually own one. Some of them may not even know what a coat it or what one is used for. So you can imagine the looks i'm getting walking into town with a large brolly in my hand. Yes, brolly. Possibly a few of the more observant may have had a conversation along the lines of the following:
"Why is that long haired fellow in the hoodie holding a brolly?"
"Don't worry dear, he probably just burned down a brolly factory and kept one as a trophy."
Maybe i should, i wouldn't want to upset the balance of time and space by being a hoodie-wearing NON-DELINQUENT!!!11one.
For those of you who picked up about my comments yesterday about having French blood in me i have to say the following: Until someone provides me with living proof of french ancestory i will completely deny that any such filthy blood runs through my veins, and - as i do believe much of my family to be already dead this is highly unlikely so i'm sticking with English thanks. Though, if any French relatives turn up on my doorstep in a "Who do you think you are?" style documentary sense then they will be promptly attacked with a red hot poker Bishop of Bath & Wells stlye before being chased from the property with a loaded shotgun bearing the legend "Welcome to Britain" down the barrel. That's all i ahve to say on the subject.
This weekend i will mainly be doing nothing.
Oh, except the usual abuse throwing hours between 3 and 5 on saturday at Sky Sports news. Come on Bristol City!
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| Chairman Mao! Put down that metal hen! |
[Thursday, March 29th, 2007 when time at the heart of winter was recorded as 15:32pm] |
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I have some issues with the world...
This may or may not stem from that fact that whilst from 2 generations back i'm proudly 51% English and 49% Welsh, if i go back 5 or 6 generations this suddenly becomes 70% Welsh 20% English 10% French. Not at all, I do believe this to be a mistake and if there is any French blood in me at all may it be of the kind that was in the Normans when they invaded and in the Vikings before that. Blonde hair plus blue eyes equals Scandanavian in my eyes. I'd be perfectly happy if i was the result of the Vikings raping Saxon women back in the day, no problem at all with things like that.
My first main gripe is what a pansy country Britain has become. You wouldn't have caught Maggie Thatcher "writing a stern letter" to iran asking they send our boys and girls back, oh no! Gone are the days when capture of our soldiers would have prompted the British Forces to CRUSH Iran under it's far-superior firepower. This government is full of little girls. Hell if we went to war with those cunts i'd be first in line to sign up. Take no fucking prisoners.
On the subject of dear old Maggie, i don't know if any of you saw that program "Mummy's War" on the other day. Fucking dreadful tosh it was but what REALLY pissed me off was that on her arrival in Argentina, Carole Thatcher was greeted with placards denoting her a "war criminal" and demanding an apology from Britain for the Faulklands conflict. Let jme think about that.... how about a resounding 'fuck off and die'. Remember that in a Gibraltar style vote, the people of the Faulklands Isles resoundingly wished to remain under British rule. It's called DEMOCRACY. So when you're shittich spanish speaking country invaded our land we wiped them off the face of the planet. Personally, i think Argentina should apologise for wasting our time and money, oh, and killing nearly 300 of our boys. Cunts.
And finally on today's edition of 'Mark has a gripe with everyone' i'd like to bring up the issue of slavery. Slavery was a very bad thing, i in no way condone slavery and am ashamed of my home town's association with it. HOWEVER, why the current government should apologise for the actions of the country over 200 years ago is beyond me. As Ann Widdicombe stated "maybe we should get the Italians to apologise for Pontious Pilate". People are far too focussed on the past these days, the irish are still bitter over a battle that happened some 400 years ago, and Islam is tearing itself to bits over "actions" that supposedlt happened thousands of years ago.
GET OVER IT.
Ah, i'm all out of anger now, i even deleted some of my more contentious statements there so not to be accused of anything. I feel much better :)
Hope everyone is well.
Mark
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