"Hello there good chap, it appears my automobile has popped a gasket (I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO SPELL GASKET!) and I cannot get to the village fete! Wouldst thou be a good fellow and help one out" - basically how I think I sound when talking to anyone with a practicle skill.
I've had a great afternoon bathing in the dark pleasure of True Detective (A new fave of mine) followed naturally by Groundhog Day with Bill Murry. I mean that the film has him in it, I dont mean I watched it with him. That would be great and my bedroom does have a 'guest chair' now after numerous complaints from visitors. I might have to get rid of it now as it takes up loads of room. Guests can go back to sitting on the bed and suffer from a lack of lumbar support.
Tomorrow is Sunday and I'm planning on biking it to my place of work to see how long it would take. It's only 10 miles which isn't too bad, but then again right in the middle in the infamous cyclist-death-road of The South Downs, which I've never managed to cycle up without stopping in a heart-attack-inducing out-of-breath-ness. Luckily as it's a Sunday tomorrow the only people to get stuck behind me as I make my heroic cycle ride will be 'Sunday-Drivers' who if they go any slower will be going backwards anyway.
I heard from my Mum today that she saw a queue of cars going into Brighton stretching back miles and miles down the motorway. I'm like if you're dumb enough to drive into a busy seaside city on a sunny Saturday u deserve to roast to death stuck halfway up a motorway!
After my last blog (which was the least popular sine January, thank you loyal fanbase) I spent a good hour researching Giant Squids. Apparently that picture at the bottom of it was a hoax! What can I say I panicked and was caught up in the media frenzy (from years ago) (I like to get to the party late) WHICH REMINDS ME I was talking to a friend the other day and she introduced me to the concept that's it's polite to always turn up to arranged events 5-10 minutes late! As you can imagine my punctuality-driven mind was torn asunder! Shows what I know about highbrow etiquette!
Which also gets me onto the subject of me being asked to attend a social evening with a group of friends at a pub or one of their houses, basically as an excuse to get sloshed! Call my ultra-radical (like the kids down the skatepark ofter do when i bounce a phat olly off a halfpipe at 360 degrees, celcius) but I fancy doing something other than that! Surely in this day and age we, as young adults, can show more imagination?! Should I be concerned that the first thing that popped into my mind was getting together and performing a play together? I'd enjoy it! I reckon everyone else would too, as they're an expressive bunch!
So as I mentioned I watched Groundhog Day, which I love every time, and especially at the end when Bill Murry becomes an awesome jazz pianist, and am decided that I also am going to have another crack at learning piano! I hope the skills I learnt over a couple of weeks last year are still fresh in my mind! Rest assured I will let you know! If I survive the South Downs tomorrow that is!
On an entirely different note I wish to pre-warn you of the superhero character I have created. Introducing:
FRIENDZONE!
He can be ruled out as boyfriend material faster than a speeding bullet!
His bonds of friendship with women are more powerful than a locomotive!
He is able to leap mountains of logic in a single bound!
And on top of that he has superhuman listening abilities, as well as unbreakable patience! He is strong enough to carry a hundred bags of shopping!
...Sorry I zoned out and woke up looking at the Green Arrow wikipedia page!
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