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Wednesday, October 24, 2001
No exciting external links at the moment today, (cook'd and bomb'd is a bit quiet today i'm afraid spazcat.) but Jim was graceful enough to donate some pics of himself and "the ladies" so take a look at Jim's Munter Challenge . Not even a sign of the Pricey glasses either.....
Monday, October 22, 2001
Sorry for a bit of a reserved TOMDW today, as I really haven't done much. Saw "Jeepers Creepers" on Friday, - the ed$ verdict is : Don't Bother. And saw a couple of bands at the Flapper on Saturday who were all pretty good for a change. Review of those is once again on charlie's band review site . Some links for you to look at today - why not ask jack the ripper a question, and check out tv go home .
Friday, October 19, 2001
mmm...its a bit of a crappy day today isn't it? Ah well, after ages of moaning about the state of my guestbook, Beefcake has gone and designed me a new one. So all of you who signed the old one, and all of you who didn't, go tomy new guestbook and make your electronic mark.
Wednesday, October 17, 2001
Monday, October 15, 2001
Hello again fans of TOMDW. Friday and I dulled the dullness of the La by getting hammered on vodka first. Saturday night was another Saturday night actually wankered at the academy. A big drunken hug to all those who were there, especially gaz who was wearing his tux and dickie bow and made me laugh so much i nearly blew my bladder. Me Rob & Nick also saw a band at Scruffy Murphy's first, they were called strong, read mine and Rob's reviews of them on charlie's band review site
Well done to Villa for beating Fayed's Fulham 2-0. Very lucky but we don't care. Oh and poor old trevor "clown" francis They'll be looking for a new manager and with my championship manager skills I feel ideally suited to take blues where they belong...... Saturday, October 13, 2001
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I don't want to get too political and everything but here's another nice story about Bin Laden here. However, it makes for much better reading if viewed through the pornolizer .
Friday, October 12, 2001
My hangover is making the screen hurt but still i'm updating this shite. Some semi-amusing nonsense i've found this afternoon which somebody may find semi-amusing - the BBC have found Bin Laden muppet links. And on Shitesports there's a chris morris story and some informed comment on lilly savage
Thursday, October 11, 2001
Now through the miracle of last century's technology my newish computer which works at slightly above the speed of a ZX spectrum is connected to the information super-railway, so I can spend more time in my bedroom looking at porn - and oh yeah, maybe even adding to this site. So much more updates for you lovely people. Here are a few semi-interesting things I've found lurking on the web this morning - some war news involving Jennifer Lopez, and something for all you nerd.com's who put Jedi down as your religion on your census forms. And yes, I think I did too. And you should also all read the complete works of suicide journalist Richard Geefe aswell.
Tuesday, October 09, 2001
Oh yeah, this weblog is now listed on the GB Logs search engine gbloogle so if anyone's reading this after having been sent from there, I can only apologise.
Its reached the time to tell you about last Thursday's trip to the big city of Laaaaaarndon with the mighty BAXXTER , its a bit late but I've been busy repressing the memories. Basically me and a bunch of other reprobates went in a minibus to watch Baxxter play a gig at The Verge in Kentish Town.
After much fucking about we finally made it to London at around six, where upon I immediately sloped off from the roadying to meet my mate from work Dave and my old uni pal Clara. We reminisced over a few beers at the World's End, Camden, and by the time I had to head off for the gig I was a nice and beered-up. Rob & Nick had decided the best course of action to combat London bar prices was to buy a bottle of vodka and sit outside on the pavement drinking. Now Nick isn't the biggest drinker in the world, and I don't think I'd ever seen him drink vodka before, but Rob had forced half a bottle down his neck. This had resulted in Nick sitting next to a pile of vomit almost bigger than he is, hugging himself, unable to move, slumped up against a wall. So me and Rob left him there and went to watch Baxxter. (Heartless, I know) . Baxxter jangled violently in front of an audience of partisan pissed up brummies and bemused cockneys to great effect. Afterwards, Anne- Marie, (Baxxter's driver, manager and all round mother to everyone) kindly agreed to look after Nick for us and put him in the minibus to sleep. We then went onto one of those basement type clubs which for some reason shut at one, Greg & Nerys had started falling over, and things started to go a bit Rigobert Song.... We wandered, as a large group of brummies, the streets of Camden, for what was quite literally hours. We found a chip shop that sold beer, which was nice, and tormented loads of drug dealers. Well, I say "drug" dealers, as I doubt you could get arrested for selling paracetamol even at such extortionate prices. Of course, the drug-wise brummies amongst us were having none of it, but this just seemed to increase the number of dealers with various shapes and sizes of vitamin pills. Quite the worse for wear (and with Rob dealing in Spazmonol stomach tablets) we both came over all Brass Eye and started asking if they had any "Clarky Cat" or "Joss Ackland's Spunky Backpack." The yardies were not impressed. It was about 3am probably (all times are approximate and mostly bollocks) that we all realised we had nowhere to stay, everyone who we knew in London had gone to bed hours ago, and nobody had any idea where the minibus was parked. But then, we met what can only be described as a one-off man-mental - either the most generous and trusting man in the world or a homosexual serial killer. Steve (Baxxter) and Si (egososo)had disappeared in the hunt for more beers, but instead Steve found an admirer, a guy called Lee whose band is apparently signed to Telstar records. lee had invited both of them back to his flat, so when the rest of us (another 6 at this time) met up with them, this guy said everyone could come back to his flat. What kind of man invites 8 pissed up strangers from birmingham he meets on the streets at 3am back to his flat , I'll leave that up to you to decide. So we followed this guy through the back streets of London to his flat, where all 8 of us sat as he played "Why do birds suddenly appear" on a small keyboard for us. At one stage, he even rode off on his bike to buy us beers at 4am leaving us alone in his flat with a good ten grands worth of studio equipment. After a night of what can only be described as "wrong-ness" we all woke from our uneasy sleep on the floor to wonder where the hell we were, and where the hell were Steve's trousers. We woke up our host briefly before we escaped - he just looked into the living room at all of us and said "Shit." then went back to bed. Worst beer trophies ever. Well, eventually we found the van and made it back to Brum. A good time was had by all. But by golly those southerners are all fucking weird. Wednesday, October 03, 2001
Blargh. TOMDWeekend seems to be bleeding incessantly and incestuously into TOMDWeek, with me still currently "between jobs.", hence why i write this nursing a bitch of a hangover. There's no real gap of sanity in which i can reflect and shudder on events passed.
For what its worth Friday was another one at the Flapper, again watching the Tiny Blueies who were mercifully cut short by them blowing the PA - very 'Tap. Then it was onto cheap booze bumblings at Snobs. oh dear oh dear. Saturday was a relatively civilised affair , I popped in to the reception for Rob's sister's wedding and then went for a curry. I'm off to the capital tomorrow with Baxxter, so hopefully there should be some exciting news from that trip. |
