September 2011
20 posts
My life is now complete. We couldn’t have paid for a better endorsement. Audio ripped from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBkk2HJqRus&feature=player_embedded#!
Amazing, simply amazing!
Set up a secondary Tumblr to fill with old family photos, take a look if you’re interested. http://shoeboxofpictures.tumblr.com/
1. My sleeping pattern is ridiculous, for example yesterday I went to bed around 07:45 and woke up at 18:08, I mean what’s not to love?! You get all the glorious night hours and non of that horrible daytime nonsense.
2.With all of my pals moving away to University this month and me drifting away from my other set of friends, I’ve realised I’m going to be a very bored and lonely Kiam until Christmas at least, so my current plan besides a ridiculous amount of games is to fill that time with collecting up all my family’s photo albums and putting the pictures online. No doubt they’ll be out of focus and horrendously exposed but I’m looking forward to seeing pictures of the people who mean the most to my aunties, my grandma, my grandad and heck even my own mother.
3. I’m fifteen days into my take away ban, I don’t feel any healthier and my skin is still horrible but I expected this due to the rest of my diet still being pretty rubbish. I’m enjoying a break from cheesy chips and the like though, and my wallet is.
4. I want to redo my room, it never really got finished before I moved back in due to my mum wanting me to get me off of that sofa as fast as possible. I want to get the shelves up, I need to get rid of the junk. I ideally would like some more furniture, mainly seats and some kind of desk, but somewhere to put a record player on and store my vinyl in would be ace as well. Oh and the walls need some paint seeing as they’re filthy.
5.This morning I realised I need to sort my life out, now I’m not about to go on a massive woe is me style ramble, it’s just that it’s dawned on me that around seven years and eight months ago I dropped out of school, it’s about time I got my act together even if it sends me a bit loopy.
1. His hair
It is not for us to judge the man who may well be God, but his hair is hilarious. Short, with blonde highlights which suggests he cares, and then shaped so oddly as to suggest he cannot possibly know that he has any hair. These are the mixed messages that only a God would deliver. What is he trying to say? We don’t know exactly, but presumably it’s something deeply meaningful.
2. His body
If God is great, then surely he has to be sexually agile amongst all his other qualities. The sturdy frame, the broad shoulders and thick set chest are all reasons to suspect that, as such a young man, he’s not human. Most 19 year olds look like they’d lose in a fight with a broad from a Hollyoaks calendar, whereas Phil Jones is an oak-based cocktail of Franz Beckenbauer and Duncan Edwards.
3. His mind
Phil Jones, like any god worth his salt, conveys an ideology which is simple to grasp, and like any saviour or prophet, leads by example. After getting clattered against Bolton and Arsenal, Jones simply sprung up on his spritely, slender yet rock-hewn calves to continue with the game, whereas when Gareth Bale began rolling around after Jones put him to the turf with a routine reducer, our lord saw it as an injust act, and lo, did stand above the Welshman ordering him to get up and stop being such a nancy-boy. The path of Jones is tough, and we like it.
4. His Twitter feed
Phil Jones has Twitter. With any other player we’d ignore this because insights into the lives of these silly little boys is the worst kind of tedium. Jones is different. You cannot ignore any part of a god’s message, you see. Jones uses his Twitter feed to post ultra-ironic deconstructions of other players’ feeds. Look at last night: “Looked a nasty one that. Bad collision with junior and the goalkeeper. Hope he’s okayy though!!!” Clearly, Jones is only laughing at the mock-compassion shown by other players towards Junior Hoillett; the underlying message being: come on guys, who gives a damn about this clown? Why else – why else! – would have used three exclamation marks if he wasn’t being subversive???
4.* His heart
When the chicken fiddlers came to realise they had sold Phil Jones at a bargain £16 million, Liverpool stood around ready to pay the increased price. Phil Jones, though, played a joker – he simply saw no point in playing for Liverpool, and definitely not in living there. Who can blame him? Liverpool fans performed their usual volte face of claiming him as the next Hansen when he looked set for them, and then claiming he was the next Glenn Huysen when he swerved them. A sexual beacon who hates scousers, we’ve seen this before in Gary Neville.
http://www.surrealfootball.com/2011/09/12/five-reasons-to-suspect-that-phil-jones-is-god/
I’ve had enough of only doing negative updates, so here’s why I enjoyed my summer, why I’m excited about Autumn and the ridiculous gig list I’ve got coming up.
Summer:
This summer I went to four festival, spent all my free time playing football or watching documentaries, got close with a new group of friends, giggled until 2-3am pretty much every night and binged on a ridiculous of fast food.
Autumn:
By my count it’s September 5th, which means in roughly two weeks Autumn starts. The dark nights, the damp, the crinkly leaves, the general cold, I love it! To me there’s nothing better than staying in with a hot chocolate and watching the wind and rain batter the trees in front of the house.
End of year gigs:
As per usual October onwards is filled with a ridiculous amount gigs, this isn’t even counting football games, or last minute additions.(Such as I might be going to another ETID date) My poor wallet.
October 3rd - Death From Above 1979
October 13th - Dave Gorman
October 30th - Fucked Up
November 12th - Opeth
November 16th - Battles
November 22nd Kvelertak/Trap Them
December 3rd ETID/Trash Talk/Defeater/Spycatcher
December 5th ETID/Trash Talk/Defeater/Spycatcher
December 10th ETID/Trash Talk/Defeater/Spycatcher