Sunday, 27 April 2014

How to find true love and happiness in the present day

Flying was brilliant and I've already booked some actual lessons. London was interesting though it's a different world, it'd be nicer populated with northern people. Everyone's in a rush with nowhere to really go. Off to Dundee and Edinburgh to stay at some nice hotels and do touristy shit with a friend next month. I'm also reliving my childhood through the panini world cup sticker album and it's pretty great.

I've currently got a slipped disc due to my triumphant return to football and now have shooting pains and tingles down both arms intermittently. It's causing a massive loss of sleep and I've had about 5 hours in the past 40 or so. I was off work on Thursday due to not sleeping at all Wednesday night and on my return to work interview "your absence rate is 26%, we try to keep it at around 3". Whoops!

Apart from the continuing pains and lack of sleep everything is pretty swell still.

Now for some glorious photos because, why not?
meeting a friendly northern racist fella in the hotel bar at 2am in the morning

This was brilliant, the set for the definitely maybe album cover

SUPER MIKE
my first stadium, what a terrible stick

Even graffiti in London is poncy

Inside wemberlee when we were wrecking shit

Me and my old man drinking in an aldi carpark outside wembley #yolo

I swear I don't usually take photos of everything. I've no idea how this happened, I was very drunk for a lot of the weekend.





3 comments:

  1. This is your worst blog post yet. What started as a satirical metanoia of a dickhead into a self righteous dickhead, shallow introspection and all, has become just you, very typically you, documenting your pathetic life, as if of interest to anyone. Woah? You went to some shite football game with your father or some shit? That is so interesting? The only person who reads this blog is me and the only reason I read it is to leave mean comments because making snide remarks at your expense is the only way I can get an erection. Eat shit, you dumb faggot.

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  2. It's the only way I can speak to you anymore.

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  3. It hurts when you say things like that, Trevor. It hurts because I know you don't mean it. You were the Eric to my Dylan, the American Airlines Flight 11 to my United Airlines Flight 175, but in the end, all you were was the Judas to my Jesus. Columbine. 9/11. The Crucifixion. All these atrocities were perpetrated by the jews, and you're as good as one, for you have no loyalty or love and know only greed and gluttony, you disgusting dickhead. I hope you die

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