Cleaners, or as I call them...
It's been a funny old week this week. Not only am I disturbed by how quickly it seems to have disappeared, but just how quickly life seems to be racing past as a whole at the moment. If I'm not careful I'm going to blink and I'll be 40 before I even knew what happened.
Today you join me on my iPhone outside the cinema waiting for 2 rather large bounders to turn up so we can watch district 9. Whether it's any good is anyones guess but lady E tells me that it's actually quite racist to the Nigerians. Making it right up Canny's street then really.
Anyway, today was spent split between the seaside town of Sherringham and the picturesque market town of Holt. Got to see JC's parents have some fish and chips and even an ice cream on the sea front despite the intermitant cloud and biting wind.
I know it's a sh!tty day, but I'm going to jump on the bandwagon just like everyone else. The weather is terrible at the moment. And I think, what with the relatively naff summer that we've already have, it's fair to say there goes the end of the summer. I've already got the coat out.
But the good news is that my house is water-tight this year, and the wind doesnt ravage it either meaning that I can sleep safe and warm.
To those that actually read this thing I find myself apologising again. The last week has been riddled with problems for the website.
For whatever reason the host decided that it would be a good laugh to have blog.morganbye.net try to redirect to morganbye.net/blog which would be fine if they'd told me in advance so I could have changed the blog settings.
"Well today after my return from the land of Lady E, I was awoken early to a busy day. After collecting my things together and having a quick breakfast it was a case of jumping in the car that I practically had to book off of my brother and heading 60 miles down the road to Norwich.
If you're going to make attendance compulsory to your stupid 3 DAY induction program at this bloody university then kindly have the good grace to actually bother turning up to the god forsaken thing. I mean honestly how much can the Dean of Students actually talk about to us. And if he really is that self loving make him turn up on time so that this 24 hour ordeal doesn't start 45 minutes late.
Alternatively fill the room with strippers so that this sausage fest will be at least entertained in the interim.
Well I write to you know from the middle of a Maccabees concert. And I've gotta say that I'm completely disappointed. Granted I distance have high hopes of this event. But bloody hell. Get a sound tech. There are no mids and the highs are distorted. Partially from crap speakers, partially from smaller arena echo. Both add up to a better audio experience if one puts their fingers in one ears.
This is actually recommended as it removes the echo from the highs and there's no distortion of the mids.
From the news it would seem that tornado rescuers really don't care about spinal or crush injuries. Who cares if they can't ever walk again?
Whomever thinks that badger culling is a good idea clearly hasn't seen http://t.co/JtUKk0lfbt
I'd really forgotten just how good the old System albums are
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