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[Dec. 18th, 2009|04:43 pm] |
It's getting ridiculous how many people have now dropped out of coming to my party tonight. It seems like every text I've received over the last few days has been someone making an excuse. An exam on Monday morning is not an acceptable excuse! "I didn't realise it was this Friday" is not an acceptable excuse! "I'm afraid I won't be able to make it" isn't even an excuse! I'm starting to think I may have accidentally done something terrible to offend all my friends. I don't know what it is.
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[Dec. 18th, 2009|02:00 pm] |
It's a sad day today as Terry Wogan presented his final Radio 2 breakfast show this morning. I've been a sporadic listener for maybe eight or so years as it's been the only thing on the radio that I can actually handle at that time in the morning. I'm very fragile in the early hours, at least until the first cup of tea, so I do need to be eased gently into the day. I'd rather pull my ears off than listen to Chris Moyles, I find Shaun Keaveny's voice a little irritating, some stations have too much chat and commercial stations are no good due to the annoying repetitive adverts.
And now Wogan is being replaced by Chris Evans. Oh joy.
And even worse, Adam & Joe are taking an unspecified length break from their Saturday morning 6 Music show! Apparently there's a chance they may never return!
No more bad radio news please.
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[Dec. 13th, 2009|11:59 pm] |
| [ | Music for today |
| | Magic Kids - Hey Boy | ] |
Whoops, getting a bit behind with this. I'll try and catch up tomorrow.
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[Dec. 10th, 2009|11:32 pm] |
| [ | Music for today |
| | Sufjan Stevens - Sister Winter | ] |
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[Dec. 4th, 2009|11:59 pm] |
Another late advent calendar entry. Sorry, I'll get back into a good routine tomorrow I promise.
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| VERY IMPORTANT!!! MUST BE READ!!! |
[Mar. 25th, 2008|11:20 pm] |
If you do not read this poem and send it on to 72 people, SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU! Take a look at what happened to these poor sods:
CASE 1: Peter Catpee chose to ignore this email. The next day, he attended a seminar on the history of kettles. It was interesting and well presented but Peter felt the emergence of the copper kettle in the 18th century was rather glossed over.
CASE 2: Simon Jarrrb deleted this email before reading it fully. A week later he visited his elderly mother in hospital and accidentally left his hat there, forcing him to pick it up the next time he paid her a visit. The hat smelt a bit of hospitals for several days and at least one person commented on this.
CASE 3: Sandra 5000 decided she was too important to bother with "chain emails". The joke was on her though when a few days later she lost her car keys. After hunting high and low for several minutes she remembered she had never actually owned a car and was in fact allergic to keys.
Now read this poem, forward it and save yourself from suffering a similar fate...
Charlie the pig spent his days
Basking in mud
He was a naughty pig
Just like you.
Good luck will be yours forever! |
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| Don't you hate it when a song gets into your head and stays there for far too long... |
[Apr. 25th, 2004|12:06 pm] |
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...and you find yourself humming it on the bus on the way to work and the guy next to you asks you what you're humming and you tell him and he starts humming it too and the girl next to him picks up on it and joins in and before you know it the entire carriage is humming the same tune and the portly man in the corner appoints himself conductor and assigns different instrument parts to different people and suddenly you realise you're at your stop but you don't want to get off so you stay on the bus all day with your newly formed humming orchestra and people start applauding and throwing loose change and you realise you're making more money than you ever did in your real job and soon the papers catch on and the orchestra makes it into the arts pages of The Guardian and you get booked to play at the Albert Hall and the public love you and you start dating the girl who hums the timpani parts and life couldn't be better until a whole batch of copy-cat humming orchestras emerge and Garry Bushell slates you in his column in the Sunday People and the public turn against you and start saying 'oh no not that humming orchestra again' and before you know it it's all over and you have to return to your old job and ride the buses again but occasionally you see one of your fellow ex-orchestra members and you exchange nods and wry smiles and think back to that heady week in november... |
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