Great pics

I came across this and just wanted to share it


http://www.chrisjordan.com/current_set2.php?id=7

I survived another Reading

What an awesome weekend, it started the Thursday and didn't stop till Monday morning.

Luckily I was one of the ones that booked my ticket last year for this years Reading, I feel for the people that got conned by buying from a fake site, I hope the people that took the money though go to hell, how dare they rip people off who have a love for music and fun.

It took me 4/5 hrs to get to Reading on Thursday, traffic jams on the M25 and M4 are not good and it was for trivial stuff, but oh well. After faffing about with my brother I finally managed to drop him and his mate off as well as the gf's brother and I made my way to my friends house, who wasn't there to meet me. I gave him a call and he said walk to the pub and I'll meet you there, result I thought, so I was sitting there and halfway through my first pint when his brother turns up, then D turns up and a couple of beers later we make our back to his to get ready to meet the rest of the Reading group, the group is Myself, Del (this is who I am staying with) Paul, Steve, Helli, Gen, Vicki (this was her 19th Reading festival).

We meet at the our yearly Reading meeting point, which is a nice little old pub that sells good beer and has a little beer patio for smoking. We sat outside and talked about Last years Reading and also what has happened in the past year, it was good catching up and the beer was flowing well, about 12am we were asked by the landlady to sit in doors as we were now having alockin. I remember going back to Steve's house and having a beer and a smoke, the next thing i am waking up on his sofa. This was fine as I knew how I got here but the problem that went through my head was was he close enough for me to walk back to del's?

My memory started coming back slowly and I remember that Steve was who we picked up before going to the pub and was only a 5 mins walk to Del's.

When i got to Del's he had left for the day to go to work and I found myself locked out, so I gave him a call and he told me he had left a key for me and in my morning state could I find the bloody thing no and it was staring me in the face, I knew this was going to be a good Reading. When I finally got in I went to bed to catch up on lost sleep. I woke to my phone ringing, it was Del, he called to tell me he had my ticket and that I would need to pick it up, I could have cried, I had no idea where to go or anything so I picked Styeve up and we made a 20-30 min trip to meet Del and pick my ticket up. What happened to my ticket you may be wondering, well I thought it was a good idea to leave mine and Del's ticket in his laptop so that I wouldn't lose it in the pub, but with Del not thinking properly in the morning he just took his laptop without looking, one of those things.

Once we droppped the car off me and Steve made our way tot he site and met up with the rest of the group and caught up with last nights topics and also my mission for my ticket in the morning. From here it gets very hazy for the rest of the three days, I do remember meeting up with some mates from work and also my brother a few times. A great time was had by all and also got the sunset of the weekend.

Reading is nearly here (or am I nearly there)

This weekend sees me off on my pilgrimage to Reading.

I will be going up Thursday afternoon, taking my brother and his friend and the gf's brother. Once there I will be dropping my brother and friend off at the festival site and me and the gf's brother will make our way to my friends house where we will be staying, No wet and muddy campsite again for me this year. Its not that I don't like camping, but after last year and being able to sleep in a proper bed, I just can't give it up now.

We are meeting the rest of the group in a pub at Reading Thursday evening where we will catch up and have a few beers to get us in the mood for lots of drinking from Friday lunch till Sunday night.

for those going and for those not here is the lineup

http://www.readingfestival.com/lineup/index.aspx

It is going to be a great year and fingers crossed that the rain holds of for the weekend, not just for me but for the whole of the UK.

I will update you with my weekend on Tuesday when hopefully the drink has worn off.

In The Dog House

I have always wondered where this saying has come from and doing a search on google, I didn't actually find any results I liked.

So after things not going to badly between us for the past week and a bit, we had our little tiffs but nothing major, that was until Wednesday night, I had got in from football and we had kfc as neither of us could be bothered cooking, I was just sitting down watching the footie when I could hear my phone ringing.

I answer the phone and it's my dads gf/partner, saying that she needs me round hers as I need to help my dad out, so I hang up and tell the gf that I need to help my dad out, she goes off on one saying you shouldn't help him, it was his fault you went bankrupt blah blah, so I just told her, he's my dad and I'm going, this upset my son a little bit, but this was because the gf was ranting and raving and telling my son that I was going, not why and that I'll be back.

The phone conversation was

you need to come round as your dad needs to get his stuff out of his flat as the landlandy is threatening to send his furniture to the charity shop first thing tomorrow and change the locks.

So i got changed and made my way round the her house, there I was told what was going on and that we were just waiting for my brother to turn up, when he finally does, we head to the house and start getting his furniture out, but before I have even moved a small amount of the stuff, i catch my finger and have to go to A & E to get it looked at.
I went to the local A & E but this had closed for the night, so I made the trip to the larger hospital where I waited nearly two hours before being seen, I then had the cut washed and the nurse told me I was lucky not to go through the tendon. I had it steristripped and then plastered over, I got home just after 1am.

Whilst at the hospital I had a few texts from the gf and the last one was "You better be on your fucking way home now" I didn't answer that one for obvious reasons. The next day I text her a couple of times to see how she was and I had no reply, this told me that she wasn't talking to me and was going to give me the cold shoulder. When I got in she wasn't talking to me then when she did, it was a cold.

Last night we took our son to the fun fair, her still not really talking to me, when my dad phones offering us his fridge freezer, its a big unit and he gave me the measurements for it, when I mentioned it to the gf she was adamant that she didn't want it and wants nothing from my dad. I thought this was a bit strong and didn't really talk to her about it, when we got in, I measured up anyway and found it won't fit anyway, I just hate the way she will dig her heels in for no reason and act like a spoilt kid. I think I have slept in our bed about 3/4 times now since we decided to get back together, one of the reasons its been so little is that I have had problems with blocked ears and have been using drops at night and instead of her having to put up with the smell of it i slept in my bed. Monday night I was so tired after work that I went to be at half 7 and didn't wake till 7 the next morning. Wednesday and Thursday night I didn't because of this problem with my dad and Tuesday I can't remember why, but to be honest I don't really care at the moment, because sharing a bed doesn't really fix anything and just covers the cracks.

Hopefully things will go smoother this weekend and next week I am off to Reading and I can't wait.

Is Graffiti Art

Came across this, I thought it was amazing


MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

Circles

Well the gf and me seem to have gone round in a complete circle again, but it seems to be a good thing.

We had been passing texts back and forth when i was at work or she was out about what we are going to do and how things didn't change when we both thought they would, then Saturday, she asks me to sleep in her bed with her, I say no as I didn;t want her moaning at me for snoring or taking to much space, she looked a bit disheartened when I said this, but i went to my bed. Sunday and we are passing texts to each other as she is working and I ask was there a reason or purpose she wanted me to stay last night in her bed, she said no. Throughout the day we are still sending texts and when she gets home we talk for a little and she tells me she wants me back in our bed, she wants this to be the start of new things for us. I ask her, if she is sure about this, is it really going to work, she looks at me and say she hopes so and as she decided on this change without me forcing the issue or moaning about it I believe she means it, time will of course tell. We then had another chat and she is fed up of me asking for, joking about and making innuendos, so I have said, once again, that I will stop it and for the past three days I have been good as gold, in the hope she won't see this as pressure from me.

I know I have been here before with this, but at least the gf has made the first positive step and I hope a lot more will be made. I really need her to buy a new mattress as her one is killing me and I am surprised at how long she has managed to sleep in it, even my son, who sometimes gets in to bed with her, has complained that it is uncomfortable.

Weekend of the Stag Day 2b

All showered and changed, we still have half hour till the bus, so to the bar for a quick pint. I'm just finishing mine and a couple of guys have just got a drink in, when we are told we have to catch the bus, instead of drinking their beer, they leave it there and head for the mini bus (not the same bus or driver as for the rafting), as we are waiting they run back in and grab their beer.


Whilst waiting for the bus the stag comes out and he is once again all dressed up, trouble is there isn't actually much to his outfit, here he is

The Stag Baby

As mentioned before, the stag has stitched quite a few people up before and he new it was going to happen to him, but to not what extent. I have to say that with every costume or dare he was up for it and took it without a fight or getting arsey so I duff my cap.




Our first stop was a cash machine followed by dinner at The Hard Rock Cafe, I have been to the one in London and it was ok, this was was still ok but for totty spotting was excellent, the trouble was it was so good damn hot in there, I know Scotland doesn't get much sun, but they still could have put in Air con. We have our meal and there is a hen do on the table opposite and The Stag pulls out a dare, which is "To be Winded", The girls on the table got the hen to come over and the stag had to sit on her lap whilst being winded, the smile from his face vanished, but came back with in seconds, I think he did actually have wind.



From here we made out way to the strip club, which was a bit of a trek but at least we walked of some of the beer we had consumed. On the way the Stag was being stopped every few yards to have his picture taken, either by tourists or hens or just women in the street and the good thing was, there wasn't one bad word said from people passing. when we finally made it to the club, we were unsure if the bouncers would let him in, but they did, now being him and I also think he mentioned it, he was very nervous of this, as it wasn't a string fellow place, as you walked in you could tell it was for men and only men, we went in and he had a few funny looks but everyone just got on with it. We had our free drink token and whilst I was at the bar two strippers came up to the stag and started mothering him, but more of both of them pressing their boobs in to his face as if he had to suckle, this was also one of the dares. A couple of the guys went for a dance and before I had chance we were leaving as some of the group didn't fancy the strip club and the stag didn't want to leave anyone out, so we headed off to one of the many nightclubs that seem to be in Edinburgh.




When we arrived at the nightclub a few of the party were already in there as we had got split up from them on the way, how I don't know. We walked through and down some stairs and end up in this little bar, there was no way we could stay there all night, but then people were going past and so were alot of hen parties, so I followed them to see where they were going and the place had another three levels downstairs, so off we went. We followed the Hens and everyone else further down club and starting drinking and partying more. We met some great girls and also some strange ones, but was all pleasant. I decided that as we hadn't had any shots yet, just a lorry load of beer it would be great to do some, so off to the bar I go and order 23 Sambucas and 2 beers, They look ed twice when i ordered but got on with it, whilst waiting my mate gave me a tenner towards the cost, which helped out alot as when the drinks were ready the bill was £71, that is the most expensive round i have ever brought. After taking the drinks round, not many of the group were still with us, I gave some away to some girls, then me and my mate decided to finish the rest, think we had three more each, which kick started the system and the drinking carried on. Me and D left about 2ish I think and we thought we would go back to the strip club and spend what we had left in our pockets, but after hiking around for about half hour we found the club, but it was closed and nothing else in the area seemed to be open, so we tried to find a taxi, which being we were just on the outskirts was a bit difficult and we stopped at a bus shelter, there were about 5-8 people in it, but were having a good sing along, but in spanish I think, they had a guitar and bongo drums and we joined in making noise which we thought was singing, got bored and then finally found a cab. We got back to the hostel and headed for the bar, it was about half 3 and we seemed to be the only ones back from our group, so we had a couple and a few more turned up and then the rest, they had also been wandering the streets. D had enough and headed for bed and i just got chatting with the rest of the group and some girls from another hen party turned up and got chatting to them, it was about half 5 when the sun started coming up and the stag and a few others stripped of and decided to go for a jog and a swim, made bastards, I sat talking to Kate ( I think) when they turned up again and stood about naked drinking. The stag was talking to someone when someone from another group rugby tackled him and knocked the wind out of him and he was lying there for about 5 mins, the lads from the other group were swearing at him, when the stag got up, the lad was very sorry for what he had done and brought him a drink, everything then calmed down again. The hostel had closed the bar at about half 4 but because there were still quite a few of us opened it up again, then then closed it again about half 6 and we made our way out to the front just to chat and smoke, whilst talking away the barman came out and had a beer in his hand, I asked him where he got it from and he told me to ask at reception, so I did and we were served another beer, well I got a round of ten in and handed them out, a couple of lads that were with the one that knocked the stag down were out talking to us to and they also got a a few rounds in, the next thing we know its half 9 and time to pack up and get ready for out flight, I jumped in to the cafe and got some breakfast down me and then packed all my stuff. Once out the Stag is saying he wants to stay another night which I was up for but then realised it would be about £300 for a new flight and also I would need to try and get back from gatwick somehow. So I jumped in to a taxi with the rest of them and headed to the airport, in the bookings hall we all sat down and had a coffee then out for a smoke, which wasn't really a good idea, when we all checked in we had a pint at the bar and then headed through security, everyone was feeling and looking like crap, overall it was a bloody good weekend.

I got a text from the stag at 9pm Sunday night say, just got the train back and am in London now, waiting for train home. So he got back ok.

It has taken me a week to recover, would I do it again, Hell yes