It's Been A While...

Yo there, its been a long time since we last spoke, or since I ranted and you read in slight amusement or something, but anyway, I've finally found the motivation to do another one of these (thanks go to KP here).

Where to begin? Well, lets start with where we left off, shall we?

...fuck, where did we leave off again? Ah right, yeah. So, The socialist thing didn't work out, mainly due to a lack of organisation and finding people to go drink with on Friday nights rather than turn up and go home after hoping someone would come out.

(Side note here, I'm talking to KP right now, and he's just used the horribly grammatically defective phrase 'we is', which has caused me to imagine him saying that all gangsta with that Yonner accent he's got, and I very nearly pissed myself)

Ahem, back to the actual stuff. Christmas wasn't exciting in the slightest, apart from Chloe getting horrifically smashed and producing some youtube worthy footage.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNAE86LkvXI )

I've just watched that back, I laughed, fuck you if you didn't, you're a terrible human being.

Anyway, around early-ish November I started knocking about with Dan, Pete, James, Jonny and occasionally 'Barrycade' cameo. This actually started when Dan stalked me home from lectures one day, I shit you not, and somewhere in the alcohol fuelled pool games in Woody's we became friends, again I shit you not, for the first time since primary school, I've found a mate who has the same interests as me, except back then it was running round like a nutter and getting girls to pull their tops up in the corner of the playground noone went (yeah, that really happened). But I digress, and I can't really be arsed to think of anything else to say on this particular topic.

Anyway, moving on a bit, the highlights of the year so far definitely came a short while ago. Zebrahead were playing in March so, like any sane fans would do, me and Dan trekked up to Manchester for the weekend, now from Canterbury, thats like 300 miles, so fuck you all, and it was well fucking worth it, they were fucking amazing, one of the best bands I've seen live, on a par with Turisas, Anti-Flag and Rise Against, oh, and, I got on stage twice via the insanely fun and completely non-lethal method of crowdsurfing, then got hurled off by the bouncers who seemed to be slightly less than impressed with another pissed up idiot surfing on stage. I also saw Dropkick Murhpys when I got home for Easter, me, KP and Jaffa, and it was the best night I've ever had (that didn't include at least blowjob, that has to be said), AND I managed to get on stage without needing to be surfed across a fuckload of people, then showed of my best semi-drunk Irish jig, Skinhead ftw!

Anyway, its now baseball season, and its weird coming back and being treated like an adult, but its even weirder that people who barely acknowledged my existence before now actually talk to me, but on the mega plus side, the fat bitches from last year have finally gone, and they're not coming back (cue celebration), and the first weekend of the season was rained out, and thats given us more time to *perfect* our skills and strategy and shizz. With that then, its now the second weekend, and I have to be at the field in three hours, so I'm off.

Laters