Esoteric · Serenity
The Ramblings of My Mind, Now In A Convenient Written Format!
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BEST. DEAL. EVAR. Walking home - I spot a tiny record shop at the top of Bold Street. Popping in, I start to browse around. I spot some ABBA albums I've never even seen before (including ABBA in Spanish. Wow.), but, the real prize was yet to be had. For 8 British Pounds, I picked up two absolute classics, in their original vinyl state: Thomas Dolby - THE GOLDEN AGE OF WIRELESS FUCKING. YES. I'm REALLY excited about this find, especially since THE FLAT EARTH was the American Import version - with Dissidents first, and Hyperactive last, instead of the The Flat Earth beginning in the UK version. I'm listening to them now, as they should have been listened to. In Vinyl. In Greatness. In Dolby.
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SVD just drove home with a cold, open bottle of beer between his legs. And no, this is not a metaphor for oral sex.
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I'm now 19 years old! Happy Birthday to me!
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The Freshers Fair - a must-visit for all new University students, as it gives us a chance to join up societies, clubs, as well as get freebies off different companys. I was also given a small forest worth of promotions to come to student nights at various nightclubs around the city. However, the highlight was when a large African man took my hand, and lead me to the sign-up desk for a Catholic Society. When I tried to explain I wasn't interested, he kept smiling and nodding, and pulling me back to the sign-up desk. I've a feeling this man would have encouraged me to sign up regardless of my religion. I managed to escape his wrath, though. I did join the History Society though, which is always fun.
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Y'know Strip Bars? Well, I've just seen a travelling version outside my Bowling Alley Bar. With the text saying "Windows tinted for obvious reasons" on the back door. What is somewhat amusing, is that several groups of large children walked past this van, and gazed in amazement at images of spray-painted dominatrix's, and large pink sparkly "Bitch"'s painted all over it. It was somewhat similar to a chavvy girls Piczo account. I fear this has polluted the minds of future generations. Its made me question how desperate a man must get to climb into the back of a pink glittering van, to get a pole dance/strip tease. Infact, there are probably all kinds of bad_sexesque moments in that van alone. |
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SVD has just had a moment of reflection, ended poorly.
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9pm - I notice the Vodka is running low. 10pm - Inform Manager I could do with another bottle of Vodka, with little being left. 10:30pm - Vodka runs out. Midnight - Bar closes, we shut. 12:30am - Manager returns, tells me there is no more vodka in the cellar, and that there won't be a delievery for a few days. Manager: "Who's on the bar tomorrow afternoon?" So...my Manager gave me money, to buy him a bottle of vodka. I found this somewhat unusual. Especially since he won't let staff into the cellar anymore (Managers & Supervisors only), yet he'll give me his own money, to buy him vodka. Next he'll be paying me to drink his vodka. It'll be a challenge, but, hey, I don't like to cross the Manager!
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I'm talking to you from an undisclosed location, because I'm on my new wireless laptop, talking to you through my new wireless network! Furthermore, its cool, and makes me feel cool. If you're reading this, you now have some extra coolness. Because like a wireless access point, I'm broadcasting out the cool of my new wireless network and laptop. |
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Tonight, I made £15.74 ($30USD) in tips! Which is my best haul yet. Then, the manager let us all have a drink once we'd closed! I had a Guinness. It was good. My tip total for this week so far is £22.45! ($42.78USD) With Saturday night to work this week as well, this should be a good weekend for tips. |
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On Sunday the 27th August 2006, after leaving a Christening Party in Crosby (with 4 pints of cider in me), I did something I've claimed I'll do for a long time - walk home. Which I did. I walked 4.3 miles home in the dark Sunday night, whilst it rained. Would I do it again? Hell yes. Other news: Date with Dusty? How...appropiate. *Wink* |
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Gentlemen with an overtly thick East Asian accent - think India, Pakistan, Burma, that general area: "Hello, is that Mr. VanDan?" "It is." "And are you with the BT phone company?" "I am." "And do you have a computer?" "Let me just stop you there. Can I ask your name, since you know mine?" "Why, yes Sir, my name is John. John Reynolds." "May I ask where you're calling me from?" "Just outside London, Sir." "Really?! Now, that is unusual. If you don't mind me saying, you're obviously a man of East Asian descent, perhaps India or Pakistan, or even perhaps Indonesia. Its quite unusual for you to be in this country, let alone in Britain!" "I'm sorry Sir, I don't under..stand..?" "Well, the standard practise for Phone Operators, be it either a telephone salesman like your fine self, or perhaps a gentleman on the help desk of a major organisation such as BT, to be situated in East Asian countries." "How..do you...what?" "Well, it makes sense, doesn't it? Here, there is all kind of legislation that drives up costs! Minimum wage, health and safety, trade unions causing havoc...in East Asian countries, they aren't really present, due to countries such as Britain, France, Germany, America ad nauseum, exploiting the governments. Take India, for example - trade unions are banned, and there is no restrictions on wages that can be paid, or the numbers of hours that can be worked. If you were in India, for example, what you earn in an hour, you'd earn in a day there. So, its just quite a refreshing change to have someone trying to flog me things over the phone, from Britain!" "But...I...er...Sir-...." * He hung up. Let this be a guide to you - how to scare off unwanted phone salesmen, by pounding them into submission with useless political theories!
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According to my openly gay manager, I bear a striking similarity to a cute Swedish boy. I think it may have been the golden hair. I then replied to him, in an extremely thick Swedish accent: "Ya, I am fhrom Zweden, ve likh to do ze anky-pahnky to kee-ping ze varm in vinter!" In hiensight, I should have started twirling my hair in my finger, whilst grinning like I've just been invited to Boris Johnson's house for Baileys and Cherry Coke. Suffice to say, I won that battle of wits with him. |
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Dustin, that stud muffin, being my personal sex slave, is purely coincidental. I'm watching you, Shelly.
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http://users.ox.ac.uk/~chri1957/countdo Only about 60,000 seconds to go!
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A letter today, from my First Choice University: Dear Steven, We would like to take this oppertunity to wish you well with your exam results. We hope that you will achieve the required grades, and we look forward to confirming your place at this University. To guide you through this process, I am enclosing a flyer that we have designed to provide you with further confirmation regarding confirmation. We have a dedicated team of staff available on thurs 17 august 2006 to deal with any confirmation queries you may have. alternatively, you may visit our website. In the meantime, GOOD LUCK! Claire Brown, But what does it all MEAN, Basil?
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So, tonight I served a Canadian chap and his wife. I pour the cider he asks for, and this his wife starts freaking out. "OHMIGOD! THEY HAVE GUINNESS HERE!" Then, I kid you not, she got her camera out, and TOOK A PICTURE of the Guinness Tap. I stood in amazement, and nearly forgot to stop pouring the cider, with a "WTF" expression.
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Where would you rather work, regardless of hours/money? Behind a Bar? or, At ASDA (Americans: think Walmart)
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New pet hate = chavvy girls wearing clothes primarily from TopShop, with bleached blonde hair and cigarette in hand, who think its cool to drive around in softtop sporty cars whilst blasting pro-feminism songs, such as the likes of Christina Aguileria, and subsequently give you dirty "ewww, how dare you challenge me. Don't you know I'm so much better? Look at my car!" faces as a response to the scowel I give them when they've cut me up. I'll wager they all dream of being a singer/actor; or hope to marry a Premiership footballer.
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I'm eating BRAZILIAN grapes! They're much tangier than their Chilean and Egyptian counterparts. It would seem I beat the Chilean grapes into submission. Globalisation of the Mass Market: 1; Chile: 0
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