As you may, or may not, already know, I used to be the chairman of my old university’s juggling club. A well known fact, really. First year of college, myself and my buddy decided to try out a few different sports (activities?) that we never did before. Ended up signing up for the juggling club. Went along to the first meeting. Only five of us showed up. Somehow, when it came to decide who would be in charge, I ended up as chairman, and my buddy was the treasurer. Just like that. Tenure lasted for about an hour. We all had to fill out a form with our names and addresses. And it turned out that two other guys there had no addresses. Homeless dudes, it seemed. One French guy. And one unknown nationality. Saw flyers for the juggling club, somehow, and came along to the first meeting. Funnily enough, they were the only two people who could actually juggle. Unfortunately, I don’t think the club ever had another meeting after that. Continue Reading »
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Go Away!
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Drunk packing is not a great idea. If you do ever try it while under the influence, you might end up with two odd runners, a Playstation, a tie, pair of jeans and two shirts. Thankfully, that flight to Germany was cancelled due to fog, so I ended up having a second attempt at that packing fiasco. Not a great idea to pack while drunk. However, the one upside of drunk packing is that it barely takes a minute. Hungover packing, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. If you’re an ape like myself. Continue Reading »
Hey Boy, Like Cows? Actually…
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Have you ever foolishly decided not to bother wearing a costume at Halloween? I’ll just go as I am. No need for a costume. No? Thankfully, me neither. However, I do remember two years ago I almost did. Promoting a night in a nightclub on Halloween night. Usually might only be concerned about whether the club was going to be busy or not. However, seeing as it was a banker to be a success, I was able to chill out beforehand. Have a few boozes. Which I think was the reason why myself and two other buddies decided at the very last minute that we’d better wear some sort of costume. Thank holy Jesus we did. Simply for the fact that I remember out of about 800 people in the club that night, there were only three people who weren’t in costumes. Three guys in a group looking absolutely gutted. Standing out like sore thumbs. While my two buddies and I were delighted with our soccer player, chef and priest outfits. What chumps those other three guys were! Close call. Continue Reading »
An Honest Mistake
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One of the best things I have found about playing Fussball throughout the years, is that you end up with a wide spectrum of buddies. City folk, farmers, millionaires, bums, guys who are younger than you, older than you, and everything in between. The basis for you getting on so well with them, usually comes down to the banter ye have with each other. You mock me, I mock you back, we all mock each other. Just the way it went. Usually the people who you mocked more, were the ones who you were better buddies with. Better laugh with each other. Not always, but usually. As opposed to one-off, snide remarks, for example.
Sincerely Yours... Seriously
One year I played on the same team with a guy who was in his late 30’s. We got on well, even though we only played with the same club for a short time. He might mock my clothes or hair. In return, I’d question his real reasons for playing on, at such an age. Harmless banter. One night, out after a match, fairly hammered, Continue Reading »
Hello. Wake Up!
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Last night I DJ’ed at what can perhaps be described as the equivalent of a parochial church gig. In fact, that is how one person described the size of the crowd to me. For the first hour at least, dead enough, but it suited my hangover and splitting headache, so I didn’t really mind. Eventually it got busy. And, for a change, there were a few good looking women requesting songs throughout the night. Who didn’t reek of fake tan and sweat. So that was nice. For a change. By the end of the night, I was dying to go home and sleep. However, after getting home at about 2.3o, I ended up staying up until 5. Why? To write yesterday’s blogaruu. Like a zombie, typing away. More like a clown really. Eventually went to sleep. And then woke back up, to edit another piece of writing I did. In the end, by the time I woke up this morning (stretching the limits of what counts as morning to be honest) I was probably Continue Reading »
To Know, Or Not To Know?
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Be honest, how often do you bathe yourself? Not shower, but actually take a bath? Hardly ever, I presume. A few people might insist that they regularly have baths, as they are so relaxing and so great. Granted, they are relaxing (ish). And great (boring). But sure you do. Sure. (Now that I think of it, has anyone ever emphatically made the point to you, that they regularly have baths? I have, oddly. It was strange. As if she wanted me to know that she was above showering. She loved baths. Took them all the time. She really was that creative and care-free. Some sort of a plus. Ah, you’re a bath person. That’s cool. You’re cool.) On average, I would say most people have one bath a year. With good reason too. Showers are way more convenient.
Signing On
On Friday, my phone decided to join the rest of the country, and go on the dole. Continue Reading »
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