The British Revolution.

Tom,
P.S: In two days time a year of my life will have been recorded on the Internet, one hell of a special post coming up...

Saturday 17th October

PART ONE:

AND TWO:

Tom,
P.S: This amount of weapons isn't typical of a normal Saturday, honest.

Coming soon...

Tom,
P.S: This isn't a confirmed production by the way, if half of it is me by a computer, then I won't upload it...I'll deliberately do SOMETHING exciting though, light a fire, jeer at the church, climb a tree etc...
P.S.S: Yeah, I said my next post would be a written one...Gosh! Did I lie?

I have so mastered video blogging...

Tom,
P.S: If anyone wants those songs? Just ask, or get them the proper way (with coins) and fund the artist, whatever....NEXT blog post, you'll be relieved to know is a written one.
P.S.S: DECIDED TO SAVE THE EPILEPTICS! Used a more suitable clip.

This is what happens when you go into a video blog with no idea what you're going to talk about...

Tom,
P.S: Yeah, they'll be more scripted in the future. This isn't sad me sitting in front of a camera doing this on a regular basis, perhaps it's sad you watching it? Please don't stop watching though, just maybe if you find yourself watching it more than three times...Speak to someone, yeah?

HELL THE WHAT IS THIS??? This, my friends, is video blogging.

Tom,
P.S: This whole video blogging phenomenon won't last, I still plan to do written posts, just trying to be 21st century here folks.

I felt sad that nobody but me could experience a day in my life, I took action...

And part 2......


Tom,
P.S: Yeah, this was a 'video blog'.

'Are you locked up in a world thats been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?'

First things first (because that actually makes sense), 'The Latest Woes Of Ian Bell' has once again seen curtains fall upon its...Face? Basically, the end of the English domestic season has now come to a close, Ian wasn't part of the Champions League Squad and I doubt he'll play much of a part in the South Africa tour. Yep, Ian's going to be having to a quiet winter, lots of crying himself to sleep and disappointment when Father Christmas doesn't bring him some new batting gloves...Slightly hypocritical Tom, slightly.
Sticking on the cricket front, THANK GOD England lost to Australia in the semi-final of the Champions League! Never felt so relieved. We had already beaten South Africa (ranked first) and Sri Lanka, two sides which should have easily squashed us like the insignificant pompous bugs we are, instead Strauss led his men valiantly to two, nigh on impossible, victories. I think I speak for all when I say I felt very guilty. We're not supposed to win, we're supposed to come 6th or 7th, NOT 4TH. Andrew Strauss needs to learn his place.

Today I replaced Neil the iPod. I was running out of memory on my little 4gb 3rd gen Nano, it was time for a replacement to come in, a big meaty 8gb replacement. That's right people, Nigel is twice the size of Neil and HAS A FUCKING VIDEO CAMERA ON HIS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love the new Nano! The camera is so mindblowingly stupendous, love how Apple have crammed it full of features...The thermal body heat mode, the 'Cyborg' mode, the 'Security Camera' mode etc etc...In total there's about 40 different settings. The 5th gen of Nano is not perfect though, I confess I like the whole 'Shake the iPod and you can shuffle your songs' feature. Tiny problem when you place the iPod in your pocket and walk.

I bought my new iPod from Argos....I've never purchased anything from Argos before. My God. What the hell is that place? 'Forget placing the products on a shelf/rack/product display case for the customer to buy, instead they shall follow THE BIBLE OF SHOPPING.' No, that catalogue is like trying to navigate through Hong Kong in a Panzer Tank, it doesn't work. Then, I have to fill out this weird form, take it to this needlessly attractive twenty something year old girl who gives me more stuff to sign and then tells me to sit down. Sit down? This was just more and more absurd, I sat down, looking up at this monitor which actually read just like a train timetable, watching order 661 fall into the 'processing' section, it EVENTUALLY did...Anyway, after 15 minutes I was walking away with a new iPod, not sure how I got there, but I did. Do have no money though...Felt so sad passing it over, like part of me had died, that job offer my parents keep on screaming at me over dinner is becoming infuriatingly tempting...

'Everything' By Lifehouse is a song which sickens me. I quite like the song, it's ok to listen to, but seriously the lyrics...Bloody hell, read this:

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.

I would HATE to become so dependant on someone, so dominated by them that my life and feelings for them matched those lyrics, that wouldn't give me strength feeling like that, it would make me feel very, very sad. Christ, having someone as your 'purpose' is not a good thing, what if your purpose got run over? What are you going to do then? Find a new one? 'Everything' by Lifehouse represents the absolute dependency people can become of one another. Sure, they're at the top of the whole love experience, and justifiably so they're the ones who come crashing down with twice as much force. Imagine if they were also fat.
Lets stick on the personal talk front for a while, I spoke to someone for the first time in a while last night. There are some people in this world who you might be ridiculosly close to, but they don't know you, they base a few small examples of your behaviour on your entire character, in essence they mould a new one around who you actually are. This person has done that, they really have made some pretty massive character misjudgements about me, I do lie, I do think I'm always right and I am most certainly not a happy person. Yet, it doesn't bother me that they've really made a mess of deciding what sort of human being I am, all they've done is described a perfect form of me, something I'm not, something I want to be.

Peep Show wasn't so great last night, still hilarious, just not as good....I'm not worried, this usually happens, it will pick up again. Tomorrow will not be fun, so much fucking History work...Do not like the French revolution, do not like the Englightenment, do like Pitt...Pitt work not in for two weeks...Unfair, I'll happily write about Pitt, not the French.

Not much else to say...

Tom,
P.S: Title lyrics are 'She' - Green Day.