1 Mar 2012


Ok, this is the last of The set of blogs from today, and this is a little more dull than perhaps the other two, (perhaps I shouldn't have saved it for last...)

I have twice as much shelf space as before nowadays and the other day I spent a little time re-arranging my wardrobe to accomodate all my shoes shirts and jeans, this was the result

ooh isn't it all neat

and an artsy one of shirts... I have quite a lot of white t-shirts...

... So there that is.. not really sure what so say,  I could do with more shorts to fill up the shorts but that may end up being used for shoes or something, perhaps even more white t-shirts as my collection expands.

I did also buy myself some new button down shirts, and two fancy/dress shirts and a suit jacket, but I'm not going to model them or even post pictures of them in Isolation because I've already put the camera away, I don't want to unfold and refold the shirts and finally I dont really want to emo, selfshot pose in my wiggly mirror with my DSLR, thats one of those Images that could too easily come back and bite me in the ass.

hope you enjoyed my shelves


Oh Shit...

Last weekend was Rugby weekend, which was good as I needed to be out of the house, (Karys was collecting some of her stuff from the flat with her family, and I wanted to avoid any undue awkwardness)

Me and JD had pizza for breakfast and watched Goyte and Walk of the Earth Videos and Polished off a few stubbies (ahh morning alcohol abuse) Until it was time for the first match of the day,

Italy vs Ireland
it was pretty fair to say we knew which was this game was going to go (after all Italian rugby is a Joke) and we got the feeling Italy knew this too as we watched, they equalised the score to 10 10 by half time, but their hearts weren't in it, so we decided to go outside and play a little rugby of our own,

This is where the 'Oh Shit' of the title happens,

We got changed into the lowest rent rugby kit anyone has ever worn (mostly bits and pieces from JD's floor and wall) Ryans shorts had huge holes in the knees and Big G's short barely covered his thighs (he is a beast of a man) and we began playing touch rugby, to ease ourselves in, and to get those of us that had been out of the game a while (or had never played before) the chance to learn the rules and practice catching the egg shaped ball.

nothing bad so far... I became aware that my broadly sedentary lifestyle has left me with incredibly low stamina, so after only 20 minutes of play I was gasping for breath and feeling a bit queasy (embarrassing, but hardly an 'Oh Shit') The others seemed to be suffering no such effects so I dug deep and carried on (after standing still for a little while and getting my breath back during a break in play of course) following this, someone suggested we play full contact as its more fun, (by this I mean they just tackled the next person with the ball and it was decided)

and here it comes... the bad thing

First play, the ball is kicked off from my team to the other, the ball is passed to Charlie Hearsum, Siblys biggest, meanest, and (arguably) most talented player, the Gem of the Sibly team, and he's running right towards me and my puny breakable body

still not the Oh Shit,

I run at him and just like my old school days grab him around the waist and tackle him down (its one of my surprising skills, I am a good back player) unfortunately.. (and here it comes) as he falls his foot gets trapped between my leg and the floor, so as he goes down over it, there is an enormous crunching, snapping noise, (people claim to have heard it from right across the field) and Charlie's is lying on the floor sporting a band new broken ankkle

Oh Shit.

I cannot believe that on the First play, of the first game I have played in nearly 5 years, I have broken the team's star player.

After that the ambulance was called and he was taken to hospital and patched up, he didn't seem too upset with me over the whole thing, ("it was a decent tackle could've happened to anyone")

Following this no one much felt like playing anymore so we retreated inside to watch the England v Wales game (Wales won, and good on them England were being boring, and playing bad rugby Wales wanted it more)

JD revealed to me that when he heard the cracking noise he thought I had farted as I had tackled Charlie and that was why he had fallen down with a pained expression... if only.

that evening was the Sibly Halls Spring Formal, for which me and Big G managed to score Tickets (Because we are awesome) we both suited up and returned to Sibly by which point pretty much the entire place had heard about my accident, but everyone seemed to be impressed more than anything else and I got dubbed a hero by more than one person (probably mostly due to the fact I am so small and Charlie is so big)

The Formal was lots of fun, as I'm sure everyone there can vouch for, but no more on that, a gentleman never tells.. :)


Beat Magnets!

Last week newly formed indie rock outfit 'Beat Magnets' (for whom I am the guitarist) has their first ever gig, in brixton supporting 'The Wombats' no less... well sort of, we played their after party at a pub/music bar called 'The Jamm'

Prior to playing we went up the road to the most packed weatherspoons pub I have ever been in, and wet our whistles with a couple of abbots and a good luck mystery shot, my Dad and Uncle who were with us had to have J20's as they were both Driving, I thought about buying them a packet of crisps each because thats what kids usually get when they go to the pub with parents, but I wasn't sure if they would appreciate the homour. 

All in all it was a good night we played well, if a little more quickly than usual (nerves I guess what are you gunna do) and we pulled a good crowd, with a little pocket of dancing starting up near the front of the stage, which was very encouraging. We did get berated by the sound guy a little, who seemed very snobbish and impatient with our lack of sound stage knowledge, but ultimately we just let him get on with whatever he was doing, followed his instructions and rocked out regardless.

After we played we put all our gear away and enjoyed a kebab, which we bought from a place a little further away from the venue, mostly because the kebab place opposite the venue had suspiciously greasy windows, we didn't trust that. We watched a couple of the other bands, one of which had a 8ft tall bassist that didn't look like he could possible be a real person, and another of which had the most cocky, arrogant frontman we have ever witnessed (after the show we saw hm walking across the bar combing his hair with a flick comb...) but we quickly became bored as it was late and we weren't drunk enough to fully enjoy the situation, and with improperly poured Guinness costing £4 for a pint (a suspiciously small pint mind) we decided to call it a day and head home without actually waiting to see the wombats DJ set (I'm sure they did very well)

our next gig is a little closer to home... Literally it's around the corner from my house, I could walk there in under 5 minutes. tomorrow night at 'The Facebar' where we are headlining hopefully another fun night to come!