Right now I am sitting here, typing this post on my sisters computer as she is going round her house checking stuff for reasons that I can't remember. (She lives in Leeds, a second year English student.......and yes she is my twin........and yes I am older than her by seven minutes.)
But anyway I came to this big, big city in order to see her in a dance show that she is in for one of her societies. She was in two dances, one she danced to the Muse song 'Super Massive Black Hole', a band that we both really like. She wore a leather jacket and danced like a badass...literally. By this I mean she danced but it was meant to look like she was fighting...giddedy. Her second dance was based around school, where she is a rebellious student who suddenly jumps up with the rest of the class where they are being taught and then they just dance....to the disproval of their (pretend) teacher.
All in all a good show. We then went back to her house and went to sleep. The next day we realise that the car that was to take us away from Leeds had been clamped to those dahm people that clamp people (what is the title of people that clamp cars...clampers perhaps methinks.) This meant that we stayed at Hannah (my sisters house) for another night in which we spent our time talking and watching a film. And now is the next day to that day (which is a Monday) waniting for the clampers to come and unclamp the car so that we may depart this house and go to our destinations. With the luck of the gods on my side I shall be back in Derby by 5:00pm so that I may go to a Debating Society meeting and go with my debating brothers and sisters to the social gathering afterwards.
A very adventurous weekend if I do say so myself.
(Again this is written quickly so I may have bad spelling mistakes or something...so dunny complain alreet...geordie)
Over and Out.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Sound Lyrics!!!
I have invented a definition for a phenomena that we all know. Do you know that times when you are listening to a song that you love but you don't know the words to it, but you really REALLY want to sing it. Well I have the solution for you. It is called SOUND LYRICS (copyright E.J.N Astill yet everyone is welcome to use the term...I literally laugh out loud at this moment.)
This is the new name for the times when you talk nonsense words in place of the actual lyrics. For example......."We are the champions my friends" can be replaced by these nonsense words if you don't know what the lyrics are "Me mar ta rampons my mends."
Sound Lyrics!
For the times that you don't know the lyrics but you kinda know what they sound like... if that makes sense.
Within a year I intend this expression to go into mainstream use...maybe.
Take that English language.
Over and Out
This is the new name for the times when you talk nonsense words in place of the actual lyrics. For example......."We are the champions my friends" can be replaced by these nonsense words if you don't know what the lyrics are "Me mar ta rampons my mends."
Sound Lyrics!
For the times that you don't know the lyrics but you kinda know what they sound like... if that makes sense.
Within a year I intend this expression to go into mainstream use...maybe.
Take that English language.
Over and Out
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Going to the theatre.
I have been home since about 3: 20pm yesterday and have quickly unpacked and settled back. I was here the other week (*look at previous blog*), but it is this week that I have returned for a bit of culture. I am off to the theatre tonight with my brother, my twin sis, my little sis, my mum and my dad. (I just shouted into the kitchen to my mum if anyone else is coming and she said that her friend Mo is coming as well.)
Yesterday I stayed up with my two sisters (my brother never stays up late...ever. I know, Iknow...we're trying to tempt him to the dark side but he's a stubborn one.) So anyway, the three of us watched a film late into the night. Well I was still not tired because one of our family traditions is to drink loads of tea all the time, especially at night weridly enough. Here's another thng; why is it that you only get the munchies at the most inappropriate times. I got the munchies just before we watched the film. So I made too much cheese, cucumber and salad dressing sandwich, I gave the last one to my little sis because I was full. But then when I was trying to fall asleep that night I felt hungry again (I couldn't get to sleep because of the tea family tradition thing). Make up your mind body, gawd.
I'll write one more blog after the theatre (it's only a small theatre so don't expect me talking about explosions on stage.) Good times.
Throughout this blog my dad and twin sister have been singing the Beatles directly in front of me. Also my mum just said,
"I hope he doesn't write me into his blog."
Well I just did. Fwa ha ha ha ha ha.
Over and Out.
Yesterday I stayed up with my two sisters (my brother never stays up late...ever. I know, Iknow...we're trying to tempt him to the dark side but he's a stubborn one.) So anyway, the three of us watched a film late into the night. Well I was still not tired because one of our family traditions is to drink loads of tea all the time, especially at night weridly enough. Here's another thng; why is it that you only get the munchies at the most inappropriate times. I got the munchies just before we watched the film. So I made too much cheese, cucumber and salad dressing sandwich, I gave the last one to my little sis because I was full. But then when I was trying to fall asleep that night I felt hungry again (I couldn't get to sleep because of the tea family tradition thing). Make up your mind body, gawd.
I'll write one more blog after the theatre (it's only a small theatre so don't expect me talking about explosions on stage.) Good times.
Throughout this blog my dad and twin sister have been singing the Beatles directly in front of me. Also my mum just said,
"I hope he doesn't write me into his blog."
Well I just did. Fwa ha ha ha ha ha.
Over and Out.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Into the fray....of town.
Tis been a day of contemplation and walking. I got up and decided that what I needed was to go to town. I didn't need to but I quite fancied it. The first place that I went to was Spar to get some food and then walked on.
Further into town I strolled and saw a sign advertising a CD fair at the guild hall. I have no idea where the guild hall was and I didn't want to stay too long in town so I just walked on.
Ummm, then I started to daydream as I listened to my walkman (yes that was walkman, not ipod, merely drag and drop into the walkman files and that is all that needs to be done woo woo). It was due to my spaced- out- ness that I almost passed Wayne and Kim, two of my writing compadre's. As we were talking I saw someone famous, someone I had heard of many a time but had not seen or heard of before.......the singing big issue dude.
I then travelled into the waiting bosom of Waterstones and then to the leathery arms of HMV. I then went to a few more places.
It was on the way back from town that the excitement happened... I mean the embarressment. The first thing was 'the head turn.' I walked past a man who coughed, but at the time I thought that he said 'Ed', so I turned to look to him and he looked at me weirdly. The next embarressing thing that happened was that I was waiting for the red light to come on so that I could cross the road. As I waited I thought about something I had seen on youtube which I found funny. This lead me to unleash a loud but brief overture of laughter that forced itself from my chest and out of my mouth. I then stood there until finally I could quickly walk away from the other ''standers.'' (Being a self- confessed Ed is not merely a principle, it's a way of life.)
A productive day methinks.
And now I am back and writing this blog. Beep beep la go fludu gabba.
Over and out.
Further into town I strolled and saw a sign advertising a CD fair at the guild hall. I have no idea where the guild hall was and I didn't want to stay too long in town so I just walked on.
Ummm, then I started to daydream as I listened to my walkman (yes that was walkman, not ipod, merely drag and drop into the walkman files and that is all that needs to be done woo woo). It was due to my spaced- out- ness that I almost passed Wayne and Kim, two of my writing compadre's. As we were talking I saw someone famous, someone I had heard of many a time but had not seen or heard of before.......the singing big issue dude.
I then travelled into the waiting bosom of Waterstones and then to the leathery arms of HMV. I then went to a few more places.
It was on the way back from town that the excitement happened... I mean the embarressment. The first thing was 'the head turn.' I walked past a man who coughed, but at the time I thought that he said 'Ed', so I turned to look to him and he looked at me weirdly. The next embarressing thing that happened was that I was waiting for the red light to come on so that I could cross the road. As I waited I thought about something I had seen on youtube which I found funny. This lead me to unleash a loud but brief overture of laughter that forced itself from my chest and out of my mouth. I then stood there until finally I could quickly walk away from the other ''standers.'' (Being a self- confessed Ed is not merely a principle, it's a way of life.)
A productive day methinks.
And now I am back and writing this blog. Beep beep la go fludu gabba.
Over and out.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday at home with the family.
It's been a right day for weather today as you, anonymous reader may have experienced yourself. I woke up after a good nights sleep, the normal questions buzzing round my head every time I am in a half conscious state,
"What's going on? Where am I? What's my name?" I then realised that the dream I had awoken from was actually in fact ...a dream. This lead to a mighty disappointment, I was quite enjoying it (I can't remember it now by the way.)
So I roll out of bed and pulled back the curtains and with joy I said "Well right ruddy heck, it's snow. Oh how I do love to run in the snow and create snow men. I'm just so bally excited at the moment, I must pull out my fiddle and do a jig to express my joy at this most wonderful time." I then took out the instrument and began playing, bursting out of the room, prancing about the house and then eventually skipping with my family outside so that we may all eat dinner and drink mulled wine in the snow to celebrate this most wondrous turn of events.
That was not my real reaction, funnily enough. My reaction was more along the lines of,
"Huh, it seems to have snowed during the night." (I do believed I shrugged forthwith after this statement, I may have also scrratched my head...) The last description was more exciting though so I give you permission to think that that was the event that happened upon my waking from my slumber.
The rest of the day was good. I had a Sunday roasted dinner with chicken in tasty sauce, roast potatoes and veg. The pudding was tasty, tasty stroodle, served with tasty, tasty, tasty bitter fizzy lemon juice. I then read from my tasty, tasty book and looked at things on my tasty laptop and then I began typing some tasty words which enriched my tasty short story.
...oh yeah and the snow had disappeared by about 4. 30 pm.....what's that all about?
All in all the day was very complimentary to the enjoyment of my life. It was also good to see my nan as well.
T.T.F.N
Over and Out squadron leader.
"What's going on? Where am I? What's my name?" I then realised that the dream I had awoken from was actually in fact ...a dream. This lead to a mighty disappointment, I was quite enjoying it (I can't remember it now by the way.)
So I roll out of bed and pulled back the curtains and with joy I said "Well right ruddy heck, it's snow. Oh how I do love to run in the snow and create snow men. I'm just so bally excited at the moment, I must pull out my fiddle and do a jig to express my joy at this most wonderful time." I then took out the instrument and began playing, bursting out of the room, prancing about the house and then eventually skipping with my family outside so that we may all eat dinner and drink mulled wine in the snow to celebrate this most wondrous turn of events.
That was not my real reaction, funnily enough. My reaction was more along the lines of,
"Huh, it seems to have snowed during the night." (I do believed I shrugged forthwith after this statement, I may have also scrratched my head...) The last description was more exciting though so I give you permission to think that that was the event that happened upon my waking from my slumber.
The rest of the day was good. I had a Sunday roasted dinner with chicken in tasty sauce, roast potatoes and veg. The pudding was tasty, tasty stroodle, served with tasty, tasty, tasty bitter fizzy lemon juice. I then read from my tasty, tasty book and looked at things on my tasty laptop and then I began typing some tasty words which enriched my tasty short story.
...oh yeah and the snow had disappeared by about 4. 30 pm.....what's that all about?
All in all the day was very complimentary to the enjoyment of my life. It was also good to see my nan as well.
T.T.F.N
Over and Out squadron leader.
Friday, February 19, 2010
These past few days.
I've been busy researching.
"What have you been researching?".........I am assuming, dear reader that this is the visage of the thought that has just popped into your head. If this is not the case then I will answer this question anyway for the sake of continuity.
Well I have been researching ritual and how it has affected humanity, also I have been looking at the use of symbols to create understanding and symbols as a representation for a concept, thought, society or group. Fascinating stuff and not as complicated as it sounds I assure you.
(By the way I have just read that previous paragraph back and I can't understand why I sound somewhat like an Elizabethan noble...but colourful language makes these blogs more interesting I suppose so why stop now.)
What else has been going on in my life? (This question is rhetorical, this was not another question that I thought you might be thinking...even though you may be thinking it but there you go.)
I have been writing a helluva lot for my portfolio. So far I have written about one thousand and something words and it is shaping up to be a piece that I am become proud of. I will leave it as a short story for the sake of grades but at the end of this academic year I may make it into a less shorter story if you catch my drift, I have a few ideas for more characters banging around in my head so here's to another potential project.
So here I am, at my home for the weekend with my family, a book by my side and tingling fingers from writing this blog too quickly. I shall now retire from typing because I think I have said enough......and to be honest I can't be bothered to type anymore because I want to get some reading of my book under my belt.
Over and Out.
(P.S---This is just a personal memo to me but please Ed, stop using brackets for useless pieces of information during blog narratives, close brackets.)
"What have you been researching?".........I am assuming, dear reader that this is the visage of the thought that has just popped into your head. If this is not the case then I will answer this question anyway for the sake of continuity.
Well I have been researching ritual and how it has affected humanity, also I have been looking at the use of symbols to create understanding and symbols as a representation for a concept, thought, society or group. Fascinating stuff and not as complicated as it sounds I assure you.
(By the way I have just read that previous paragraph back and I can't understand why I sound somewhat like an Elizabethan noble...but colourful language makes these blogs more interesting I suppose so why stop now.)
What else has been going on in my life? (This question is rhetorical, this was not another question that I thought you might be thinking...even though you may be thinking it but there you go.)
I have been writing a helluva lot for my portfolio. So far I have written about one thousand and something words and it is shaping up to be a piece that I am become proud of. I will leave it as a short story for the sake of grades but at the end of this academic year I may make it into a less shorter story if you catch my drift, I have a few ideas for more characters banging around in my head so here's to another potential project.
So here I am, at my home for the weekend with my family, a book by my side and tingling fingers from writing this blog too quickly. I shall now retire from typing because I think I have said enough......and to be honest I can't be bothered to type anymore because I want to get some reading of my book under my belt.
Over and Out.
(P.S---This is just a personal memo to me but please Ed, stop using brackets for useless pieces of information during blog narratives, close brackets.)
Thursday, January 28, 2010
A night out storytelling.
This happened to me yesterday, I just thought it was a funny story so I thought I would present it here. Hope you like it.
As a lot of people that know me know that I am am member of the storytelling society at Derby. It is about roughly every two weeks that an event is put on by the Flying Donkeys, a storytelling group that resides in Derby. So off we went, my friend and I to this event at the Hallmark Hotel for a night of intent listening pleasure (we were only an hour late *Ed lifts up his eyes and tuts in a 'what are we like' manner*)
So we listened to about three or four stories, my friend presenting the beginning of the epic of Gilgamesh...ah that mischievious Enkidu.
So afterwards we walk to the friends residence where I stay until about 12 at night when I decide that I should go because of my workshopping lectures that start at 9am the next. So I leave, turn right towards my house. While I walk I think about tommorrow morning, about what I will need to bring in, I reach in my bag to take out a book that I had encased in it and low and behold... don't even have my bag. My next thought leads me to the conclusion that I had left it at the hotel as I had put it down as I was listening to the stories. What else could I do? All my books that I need for lectures are in there, I had to travel all the way through town, past all the drunken people that were partying that night, walk for miles until I got to the hotel. This journey was not as easy as it sounded; I took too many wrong turns, through some areas that I have never been too before, having to ask a drunk fellah for directions (he was standing so close to me I could smell his fag breath with every word.) When I got to the hotel the doors were locked, but luckily was let in, then I had to describe my bag, they got it from some store room, I thanked the fellah who had a kind face and walked for ages until I got home at about 2: 30 in the morning. Not much of an early night...and I was frickin nackered.
Over and out.
As a lot of people that know me know that I am am member of the storytelling society at Derby. It is about roughly every two weeks that an event is put on by the Flying Donkeys, a storytelling group that resides in Derby. So off we went, my friend and I to this event at the Hallmark Hotel for a night of intent listening pleasure (we were only an hour late *Ed lifts up his eyes and tuts in a 'what are we like' manner*)
So we listened to about three or four stories, my friend presenting the beginning of the epic of Gilgamesh...ah that mischievious Enkidu.
So afterwards we walk to the friends residence where I stay until about 12 at night when I decide that I should go because of my workshopping lectures that start at 9am the next. So I leave, turn right towards my house. While I walk I think about tommorrow morning, about what I will need to bring in, I reach in my bag to take out a book that I had encased in it and low and behold... don't even have my bag. My next thought leads me to the conclusion that I had left it at the hotel as I had put it down as I was listening to the stories. What else could I do? All my books that I need for lectures are in there, I had to travel all the way through town, past all the drunken people that were partying that night, walk for miles until I got to the hotel. This journey was not as easy as it sounded; I took too many wrong turns, through some areas that I have never been too before, having to ask a drunk fellah for directions (he was standing so close to me I could smell his fag breath with every word.) When I got to the hotel the doors were locked, but luckily was let in, then I had to describe my bag, they got it from some store room, I thanked the fellah who had a kind face and walked for ages until I got home at about 2: 30 in the morning. Not much of an early night...and I was frickin nackered.
Over and out.
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