Monday, June 15, 2009
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition.
Hello.
Why do people all think that they can do a decent impersonation of Elvis Presley, when, actually, nobody sounds any good while attempting this impersination, in fact, nearly everyone I've heard trying to sing like Elvis ends up sounding like they are singing whilst having a shit! so give up now. Shameless fools.
I don't know why Lee is so interested in an update because I've not done anything to warrant an update. Sorry dude! I saw Bullough yesterday which was nice.
On Saturday I went out with Matt and Paul and went to the usual pubs but decided to go try out Lure bar, which is a strange place, I'll reserve judgement until someone else tells me what I should think of the place, the toilets scared the shit out of me, (not literally, but I would have been in the right place should they have done) you see there are mirrors facing you and mirrors beind you and so you see your face looking back at you a million times, (you know what I mean, I don't need to explain this phenomena) but the worst part is that the piss trough (I'm sure it has a real name like elongated urinal or something, but every bloke will know what I mean when I say piss trough). Well the piss trough is built into the wall and so with the mirrors doing their thing, I wasn't sure if the trough was on my left or right! You see my problem, luckily I managed to piss in the right place, but I could imagine going in after a few beers and pissing all over the wall.
After there we rushed up to Carringtons, sadly this is probably the best night club in Harrogate which tells you a lot about Harrogate, but non-the-less in we went. I was robbed at the bar, being charged £3 for a pint of coke! I had the last laugh though, I went onto drinking halves. Ha!!!!
Anyway, I suppose here is as good as any to make my appeal, as I get all sorts of weird and wonderful people reading this drivel so here goes. On Saturday night in Carringtons, there was a gorgeous female roughly 25-28 years old, just less than 6 foot tall, slim body and red hair, she also looks Czech or Russian, you know the look the Eastern bloc women have, she wasn't American, put it that way. anyway, if any of you know a lass who fits this description and was in Carringtons on Saturday night, then please let me know because I want to marry her. She was gorgeous, needless to say that by the time I built up the courage to talk to her, she buggered off to the loo, then went dancing with her female friend (black hair and kind of cute). So I missed that opportunity, Matt missed the whole she-bang, because he was dancing with Paul, (Matt's idea of dancing is to wave his arms and walk backwards and Paul, well, it's difficult, you can tell he knows all the cool dance moves because he's seen them in the movies, but he can't execute them to save his life) happily I sat back and drank my fizzy pop.
I think that brings us up to date, I'm not writing any more, I hope that will satisfy Lee. I'm off Camping next month so there will be a blog when I return from there, I might blog beforehand, but I'm not making promises.
Oh, and a reminder, if you know the red head I'm talking about, PLEASE let me know, There's a drink in it for you.
Woggzeh
Why do people all think that they can do a decent impersonation of Elvis Presley, when, actually, nobody sounds any good while attempting this impersination, in fact, nearly everyone I've heard trying to sing like Elvis ends up sounding like they are singing whilst having a shit! so give up now. Shameless fools.
I don't know why Lee is so interested in an update because I've not done anything to warrant an update. Sorry dude! I saw Bullough yesterday which was nice.
On Saturday I went out with Matt and Paul and went to the usual pubs but decided to go try out Lure bar, which is a strange place, I'll reserve judgement until someone else tells me what I should think of the place, the toilets scared the shit out of me, (not literally, but I would have been in the right place should they have done) you see there are mirrors facing you and mirrors beind you and so you see your face looking back at you a million times, (you know what I mean, I don't need to explain this phenomena) but the worst part is that the piss trough (I'm sure it has a real name like elongated urinal or something, but every bloke will know what I mean when I say piss trough). Well the piss trough is built into the wall and so with the mirrors doing their thing, I wasn't sure if the trough was on my left or right! You see my problem, luckily I managed to piss in the right place, but I could imagine going in after a few beers and pissing all over the wall.
After there we rushed up to Carringtons, sadly this is probably the best night club in Harrogate which tells you a lot about Harrogate, but non-the-less in we went. I was robbed at the bar, being charged £3 for a pint of coke! I had the last laugh though, I went onto drinking halves. Ha!!!!
Anyway, I suppose here is as good as any to make my appeal, as I get all sorts of weird and wonderful people reading this drivel so here goes. On Saturday night in Carringtons, there was a gorgeous female roughly 25-28 years old, just less than 6 foot tall, slim body and red hair, she also looks Czech or Russian, you know the look the Eastern bloc women have, she wasn't American, put it that way. anyway, if any of you know a lass who fits this description and was in Carringtons on Saturday night, then please let me know because I want to marry her. She was gorgeous, needless to say that by the time I built up the courage to talk to her, she buggered off to the loo, then went dancing with her female friend (black hair and kind of cute). So I missed that opportunity, Matt missed the whole she-bang, because he was dancing with Paul, (Matt's idea of dancing is to wave his arms and walk backwards and Paul, well, it's difficult, you can tell he knows all the cool dance moves because he's seen them in the movies, but he can't execute them to save his life) happily I sat back and drank my fizzy pop.
I think that brings us up to date, I'm not writing any more, I hope that will satisfy Lee. I'm off Camping next month so there will be a blog when I return from there, I might blog beforehand, but I'm not making promises.
Oh, and a reminder, if you know the red head I'm talking about, PLEASE let me know, There's a drink in it for you.
Woggzeh
