"Cross out the 'I's, blur all the lines, tear this canvas from the wall..."

I'm back for a bit of an I.T. slacking style blog, because I am simply up-to-date with all my work for I am, as some would say, l33t ;)

Anyways, on to the business of...Smeddle's house party this weekend, it should prove to be an awesome occasion with much drink to be comsumed, but not as much beer and cider as last week (Note: the result of this leathel cocktail was me looking like I was on day release from the cemetary, I looked like something off 'Shawn of the Dead' only nowhere near as funny.)

That is the kind of look I was getting... but never the less a good night is on the cards.

Oh and Sam, why won't you let your sister come, your SO TIGHT!!!;)

Business studies next, maybe a bit more of "Dragons' Den" brilliant show, five millionaires ripping people to pieces for asking them to invest in their usually crap, flawed ideas.

Aaaaaaand that is the end of the session, time and money well spent there, don't you agree...

I'm off check out all of the new picture links I've added just for you guys, and also the blog links, Chow!

Cook

"I'm the son of rage and love..."

ROBOT FRANK!!!

Before we even start, a cool website : http://www.robotfrank.com, website all about...Frank the...er...robot?

Anyways, fareiy eventful week really, i do believe that i have contracted 'compartment syndrome', meaning i have a herniation in my calf muscle, my diagnosis...being too hardcore on the drums! ;) As a result of this i could only standby and watch while Bude threw away all hopes of a cup win this season, in an absolutely shocking match, sure the ref was crap, but that was the worst game if seem us play...but moving swiftly on...

Went out for the now weekly drinking session with Olly, Tom and Nathan. Well can only ever manage to get to the Carriers by at earliest 10pm every week, and thus have to polish off the best bit of 4 rounds in around about an hour. The jukebox ripped us off this week, i put a quid in at 10 and our choice of classic tracks only just started at 11.15 and after about 2 minutes of Bohemian Rhapsody they pulled the plug out of the juke box...GAYBAR!!!

We saw Dan Joyce from Dirty Sanchez in the pub, and he acknowleged me...no not for my fantastic style or good looks my friends, he acknowledged me for the sole reason that i shouted out in a farely drunken, larey voice, as he walked by, "ALRIGHT JOYCEY!!!" Ahhh yes how suitible, it's as if i knew him all my life.

Anyways thats about it really, actually it was a bit of an uneventful weekend...oh well laters...
Your bitch has been officially pimped...

Cook

Tuesday wakes up silent and there aren't enough pills to sleep.....

I'm back in black, literally. Black chords, black t-shit, socks, shoes...and I guess my hair's fairly black...but anyways Happy New Year to y'all, hope Christmas was good for everyone, mine was pretty cool. Not much has happend since Christmas really, but went skiing before that, and got farely shitfaced on the 29th, thought it was an exceedingly funny at the time to draw moustaches on my cousin and for him to draw one on me, a bit of a baz Beppe di Marco...



And I looked exactly like that...only sexier, more hung over...and less Italian.

Well I'll keep you updated on the progress of the band as we get our shit together, until then check out the Jiglet's blog.
Takes its easys, tils nexts times clarts.