Wrote a mighty poem today. Felt it should be shared. Things went weird. Blacked out. Woke up. Heard the door shut. Fecking. Milkman: Joke of the Day – Wahey!
My Wonderful Book: Click!
Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (With Kiki Dee) – Elton John
Walk – Foo Fighters
So… The other day I got a mighty video review on Amazon. Tut. Sorry. So… First ever video review. Made me laugh. A lot. So… Here’s my video response. First ever one so please bear with me. I did also kind of forget to tell a joke. Isn’t that hilarious!?! Ha. Hm. You just never know with live TV: Joke of the Day – Wahey!
Tiny Dancer – Elton John
We Can Dance (Frames Remix) – Lancelot
And by the by, if anyone happens to be looking for a group hotels booking website, try Dingadeal! They have not paid me to say this. I. Swear. Ahem. Pah.
Now then. Great news. Spent the weekend reading RanDumber. Top to bottom. Inside. Out. Trout. Mouth. And. Now. She. Is. Done. So. Wuu. Huu. And. Duu!
On that note… Who would like to read some teaser chapters??
First off – Ten and then!?! She’s back: Joke of the Day – Wahey!
I Want To Break Free – Queen
Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen
So I was given an option: Read through RanDumber one last time and fine comb e.v.e.r.y s.i.n.g.l.e w.o.r.d a.n.d l.e.t.t.e.r t.o m.a.k.e s.u.r.e i.t i.s p.e.r.f.e.c.t? Or. Just say nah, trust the editors and let it loose. Hmm. What to do? Will my self-diagnosed OCD let me sleep easy if I say let it loose? Actually, is it OCD or O.C.D? Oh Jesus. What is it? Because that’s in the book and I want to make sure the way I have it is the right way and that the editors saw that it was whichever way it was and made sure to change it or not depending on whether it was right or wrong.
Choice made: Fine comb on! Ergo. Late night. Early morning. Makes a tired boy. And here is today’s video. Number nine and still in line: Joke of the Day – Wahey!
Heart (Feat. Keep Shelly In Athens) – MMoths
Five in a row! Betsy. I hope ye like rambling jokes: Joke of the Day – Wahey!
Dancing In The Moonlight – Toploader
Miss You – The Rolling Stones
Very sad day. Just took down my Christmas tree. Meant to do it last weekend but I couldn’t bear the thought/too lazy. Now it’s down. Meaning Christmas is over. Done. Dusted. Out. Buried. No more. Hard to take. Although the thing is:
Does Christmas ever even start in LA?
Ehh…
No.
Not at all.
Week leading up to Christmas: No buzz. At all. Few places had decorations up, of course. Shops were plumping and pimping out Christmas deals. But all felt fake. Selling. As opposed to cheerful. Plus, I too was working a good bit – Book on – so it kept my mind off the cold, hardened, heathen, non-Christmas buzz in the air. People don’t even say ‘Happy Christmas’ here. It’s all ‘Happy Holidays!’ Just in case you somehow offend someone? Funk. That. Christmas. On! Ye whures.
Pint Per Pub. Shots Encouraged, But Purely Optional...
As always, 12 Pubs of Christmas held high hopes for kicking the Christmas buzz into gear. As always, initial responses to the mighty pub crawl were lukewarm/confused/uninterested/horrendous. Mighty. Thankfully, closer to the day, a group formed, Christmas jumpers were purchased, and the crawl was on. (Either way I was going on it but always nicer to have others in dodgy Christmas jumpers join you on your way.)
That was a good hoot at least. Quite and polite at first. Chug and chug at second. Warming up at third. Banter at fourth. And people out of their shells at five. As always, one quiet guy in the group burst out of his shell with a demonic smile. Hilarious guy who I know only as Dave. Don’t remember much about him. Just that Continue Reading »
Enough Talk, More Writing! 