Old Jon Bon. Brilliant entertainer, rubbish songs. We left before the end, because the point of “this isn’t funny any more” was rapidly approaching and no one wanted to be stuck on a train with 60,000 Bon Jovi fans (all double denim, cowboy hats and hip replacements), but fun was had by all.
It’s a full moon, almost, and MSN has (spontaneously and without me asking it to or understanding why (witchcraft, I should think)) dropped me into a conversation with a load of school kids. Names have been replaced (with find and replace, which hasn’t helped clarity any) to protect the (not so much) innocent. This has confused gender somewhat, because I just picked the first name that came into my head as I worked through the alphabet.
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21:18:27 Alice : єωω
21:18:31 : :L
21:18:32 Carol : sooo
21:18:34 harriethillman : heyy
21:18:40 Bob : ;l
21:18:41 Carol : alice
21:18:43 Dave : omg wat is this bout
21:18:51 Bob : i dk,,
21:18:54 Carol : dno
21:19:00 Eric : who are u all x
21:19:04 Alice : нαααααα
21:19:15 Eric : who are u all
21:19:29 Ian : fuk sake stop addin me
21:19:30 Harold : Haaha. Just to let you know. CHar. Yr fanny’s goin around school,
21:19:30 Frank : stop fukin addin me
21:19:39 Geoff : and me
21:19:39 Alice : у нν ι вєєη α∂∂є∂ ∂??
21:19:44 Dave : no
21:19:49 Alice : + мє !
21:19:49 Dave : ur a bicht
21:19:53 Dave : bitch
21:19:54 Carol : hey har
21:19:58 Dave : *
21:20:04 Carol : who is
21:20:07 Bob : Stop Adding Me :@:@:@
21:20:07 Harold : CHARLOTTE MORRIS’S FANNY’S GOIN AROUND SCHOOL :D
21:20:15 Bob : :L
21:20:25 Carol : haaaaaaaa
21:20:26 Eric : what skl do u all go to
21:20:30 Dave : thats sick
21:20:32 Harold : Haaha, fuckin haaaaaaaha
21:20:37 Bob : :L:l
21:20:42 Arron Smith: K, what the fuck is going on?
21:20:43 Harold : Yh init. She sent it to george button! :L
21:20:44 Harold : SAD.
21:20:47 Carol : millie tell charlotte her fanny looks like a calliflower
21:20:53 Harold : Haahahahahahahah
21:20:56 Carol : init
21:20:57 Dave : hahaha
21:21:01 Ian : fuk sake
21:21:07 Ian : PISSS OFFF
21:21:12 Harold : Haaaaaaaahahahaha
21:21:15 Bob : Stp It.
21:21:18 Carol : lol
21:21:21 Dave : lol this is funny
21:21:22 Harold : Stop whaT?
21:21:26 Jim : stop fucking adding me
21:21:26 Harold : Yh init :D
21:21:31 Bob : Same,
21:21:35 Leon : same x
21:21:38 Dave : holly add me
21:21:41 Ian : pisss off
21:21:47 Harold : springfield highS BOYS R GONNA GET A SHOCK WHEN THEY SEE THAT CAULIFLOWER OF A PUSSY :L
21:21:52 Carol : same
21:21:55 Harold : Haaaaaha.
21:21:56 Kristian : ha ha
21:22:09 Dave : hahahaha
21:22:15 Kristian : whos actually in this>??
21:22:17 Carol : init they mite as well add some cheese a nice meal then
21:22:19 Harold : Alice :D
21:22:28 Dave : colleen
21:22:29 Harold : Hhaaha kaine yr a gd one :D
21:22:31 Harold : Oh right
21:22:33 Harold : :D
21:22:41 Carol : i no alice ly xxxxxxxxxxxx
21:22:44 Harold : :D
21:22:46 Kristian : alice?/
21:22:49 Carol : :D
21:22:53 Carol : yes
21:22:54 Harold : Sobek. Yr 8 springfield high.
21:23:06 Kristian : grooovy baby
21:23:10 Carol : yes get on with it
21:23:12 Harold : What about you?
21:23:14 Kristian : i ahve like no idea idea who any of you are
21:23:21 Carol : wat next shagadelic
21:23:24 Carol : baybee
21:23:25 Dave : yh u do its colleen
21:23:26 Harold : LOl , what school you go to?
21:23:33 Kristian : springfield high
21:23:38 Harold : Oh right,
21:23:40 Harold : what year?
21:23:42 Dave : springfield high
21:23:44 Kristian : 12
21:23:44 Carol : wat in yr 7
21:23:45 Dave : 7
21:23:48 Carol : oh i no u
21:23:49 Harold : Ohhh,
21:24:05 Carol : wat yr 7
21:24:05 Harold : RedheaD? Lol better than sayin Ginger init ?
21:24:32 Carol : i agree
21:24:37 Carol : alice u uste to be a ginge
21:24:42 Harold : Not reli,
21:24:42 Dave : bitch dont call my friend that
21:24:48 Kristian : im ginger
21:24:48 Kristian : ive faced the facts
21:24:50 Harold : Friend what?
21:24:57 Carol : yessss u did
21:25:02 Carol : i thought it was martha
21:25:03 Harold : Well,, how else am i meant to describe?
21:25:11 Dave : she is my friend so
21:25:12 Arron Smith: …er, can I go now?
21:25:13 Carol : yh we no u are
21:25:15 Carol : lol
21:25:25 Harold : I didnt mean it in a bad way..:S
21:25:32 Kristian : im confusssed
21:25:35 Carol : init
21:25:38 Dave : yh and me
21:25:47 Harold : Isit cause i called you a redhead? Whats so bad about that?
21:25:51 Kristian : right im martha, ginger, year 12, springfield high
21:25:55 Harold : I fucking love yr hair :D
21:25:57 Kristian : nothing
21:26:17 Carol : alice stop tryin to change the subnject
21:26:21 Harold : WhaT?
21:26:30 Carol : oh yh i was rite i do no u
21:26:31 Kristian : whos alice??
21:26:33 Harold : Its better than stayin on that subject init ?
21:26:34 Harold : Me,
21:26:41 Dave : bibi
21:26:44 Harold : ok
21:26:46 Harold : Bye
21:26:59 Carol : bi
21:26:59 Carol : @[fwpscript]Version:01.04.00.02|Icon:none|rsvp@[/fwpscript]
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Highlight (I’ve transposed into almost English):
- You used to be ginger
- BITCH DON’T CALL MY FRIEND THAT
I hope that never happens again.
Some art being dismantled, and a really bad photograph of The Destroyers, who I like very much. Enough to link to a Myspace page in fact.
This week: Pondering the thing that looks like a pump next to the canal, acquiring a fucking trampoline, marvelling at the piece of wax on Tom’s finger (specifically how much it looks exactly like a duck), drilling things, getting confused by BIOS status logging, finding a photograph of a television displaying men in red suits on the iPhone, and not being able to fathom how it got there.
Lots of QR codes in this year’s graduate design shows, which I like.
I’ve been neglecting this.
In the last few weeks I have: Played with an adopted squirrel, shouted at pigeons, read most of a book about how we’re all going to be shagging robots before this decade is out, attended the 3rd Annual Electric Bike Rally (beards and socks and sandals not as prevalent as you might think, although it’s still delightfully geeky), discussed (at some length) whether or not lycra is ever appropriate (consensus: it’s not), thrown balls at hoops in the street (we’re so trendy), marvelled at the new WordPress interface (either the media management is very strange or I’m missing something) and laughed at Louis in a silly hat.
I have not: Done a single piece of work on the warehouse, which means we’re finished.
Luke is very happy with the stairs. We all are. Handrails are incoming, as part of a bid to defeat gravity’s penchant for hurting people on stairs. Lucy acquired us a big cat and an anteater from the bank.
This is what you see if you switch on the television in Iceland before 0900. Apparently, until very recently, there was no television at all on Thursdays and during the month of June, which was when the broadcasters took time off.
The finished workbench, the finished workbench after unpacking (some clearing up required), slightly dubious trendy under shelf kitchen down lighting, dinner.
Out of (and simultaneously in to) the Roundhouse, prior to the Underworld gig; the Underworld gig; the Underworld gig; the Underworld gig. Absolutely magically special.
The thing on the left, designed for drilling big holes in the ground for column foundations, is supposed to be perpendicular to the ground. It’s a shit photo, but its new-found angle of repose combined with all the police tape is quite dramatic.
