Bollocks! I was outbid for the "Sony Microcassette Dictaphone" on ebay by a poxy 50p. I hate that, swines wait til I'm out for the afternoon and pip me minutes before the sale is about to close! 
Whilst I'm here, does anyone out there wish to sell some form of recording device (to document our band practice), since we own nothing that doesn't fill a room and has valves?
Its been a weird few days. I did mean to update this to tell you that nothing managed to ruin my weekend. It's in the running for weekend of the year so far. I hope yours was great too!
I FINALLY worked out where the hoax txts and calls were coming from. On saturday, I got a load of random flirty (MALE
) messages. I quizzed the persons identity, but got no reply. The day after, a pissed up Glaswegian rang me up saying I'd STOLEN Kerry's phone and he'd kick fuck outta me if I didn't take it to the police. hah. I informed him he'd obviously been given the flick by 'Kerry' because he was a tosser. BIG rant, phonecall ends...
The day after that, I get a txt "Who ARE U? Tell me who you are NOW!" I reply with my first name and the fact it was my number for the past five years. He replys "haha! U ARE GAY".. I say "..Well you must be a fuckin sad bastard to be so hung up over a girl who brushed you off in a nite club.." He says "I'm 14, don't be like that. Sorry" I got one more txt (during his lunchbreak, probably) saying he wouldn't bother me again... Mystery solved.
Speaking of mysterious shit, I've decided to spend the night under a certain stone slab on a hill on the edge of Snowdonia. I read about it recently. Its one of the few remaining sites of importance, dating back to antiquity, round here. In my current frame of mind, I can't imagine a better test of my latent insanity... After one night, if you are "goodly of spirit" it's supposed to renew your vigour and direction. If you are not quite "goodly" and harbour villainy, it's meant to drive you completely insane! We've established this already, to be contemplating it, so why the hell not? It's not like I've got much to lose, now is it?
I'll let you know the outcome via what ever babbling & drooling I can muster afterwards! (there's always one on the bus, isn't there?)
In the meantime, I have to be a good boy! (or DO I!?
) One of my friends, who has expressed a certain "more than friendly propensity for needing my company", is staying with me tomorrow. She's travelled the length of the country to see me, Im HONOURED! I DO have strong feelings for her, only recently has she decided it's *almost* mutual! I'll also have to let you know the outcome of that (if madness doesn't consume me before I get the chance...) too.
Nothing amazing on the job front, sadly. I have my second interview for that art directors position on Monday. Hopefully it will go well. If not, the three village hobos (Cider Bry, Tefal and Grassbag) could be joined by ME. There's plenty of room under the "Davey Protection Lamp Factory" where they live....
A SURREAL
addendum to this journal: I wonder where my 'tiki head mug' got to? Do you think it's reached Ireland yet, or is it stuck in a weir between Irlam and Glazebrook? 
Current song: Whitelight - New model Army
I'm going now... In fact I'm not too sure what the character limit for journals is! Or whether they have a "Crap Detector" which intercepts pure and utter bilg.... ]]]]]FORCED QUIT! PLEASE RETYPE A LESS CRAP JOURNAL ENTRY
Whilst I'm here, does anyone out there wish to sell some form of recording device (to document our band practice), since we own nothing that doesn't fill a room and has valves?
Its been a weird few days. I did mean to update this to tell you that nothing managed to ruin my weekend. It's in the running for weekend of the year so far. I hope yours was great too!
I FINALLY worked out where the hoax txts and calls were coming from. On saturday, I got a load of random flirty (MALE
) messages. I quizzed the persons identity, but got no reply. The day after, a pissed up Glaswegian rang me up saying I'd STOLEN Kerry's phone and he'd kick fuck outta me if I didn't take it to the police. hah. I informed him he'd obviously been given the flick by 'Kerry' because he was a tosser. BIG rant, phonecall ends...
The day after that, I get a txt "Who ARE U? Tell me who you are NOW!" I reply with my first name and the fact it was my number for the past five years. He replys "haha! U ARE GAY".. I say "..Well you must be a fuckin sad bastard to be so hung up over a girl who brushed you off in a nite club.." He says "I'm 14, don't be like that. Sorry" I got one more txt (during his lunchbreak, probably) saying he wouldn't bother me again... Mystery solved.
Speaking of mysterious shit, I've decided to spend the night under a certain stone slab on a hill on the edge of Snowdonia. I read about it recently. Its one of the few remaining sites of importance, dating back to antiquity, round here. In my current frame of mind, I can't imagine a better test of my latent insanity... After one night, if you are "goodly of spirit" it's supposed to renew your vigour and direction. If you are not quite "goodly" and harbour villainy, it's meant to drive you completely insane! We've established this already, to be contemplating it, so why the hell not? It's not like I've got much to lose, now is it?
I'll let you know the outcome via what ever babbling & drooling I can muster afterwards! (there's always one on the bus, isn't there?)
In the meantime, I have to be a good boy! (or DO I!?
) One of my friends, who has expressed a certain "more than friendly propensity for needing my company", is staying with me tomorrow. She's travelled the length of the country to see me, Im HONOURED! I DO have strong feelings for her, only recently has she decided it's *almost* mutual! I'll also have to let you know the outcome of that (if madness doesn't consume me before I get the chance...) too.
Nothing amazing on the job front, sadly. I have my second interview for that art directors position on Monday. Hopefully it will go well. If not, the three village hobos (Cider Bry, Tefal and Grassbag) could be joined by ME. There's plenty of room under the "Davey Protection Lamp Factory" where they live....
A SURREAL
addendum to this journal: I wonder where my 'tiki head mug' got to? Do you think it's reached Ireland yet, or is it stuck in a weir between Irlam and Glazebrook?
Current song: Whitelight - New model Army
I'm going now... In fact I'm not too sure what the character limit for journals is! Or whether they have a "Crap Detector" which intercepts pure and utter bilg.... ]]]]]FORCED QUIT! PLEASE RETYPE A LESS CRAP JOURNAL ENTRY![[[[[
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