Archive | August, 2013

Under Pressure.

31 Aug

OH GAWWWWWWD.

It’s a week until I head back to Cheltenham, and I’m already starting to stress out about all the stuff I’ve got to do in this, my last year.

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Spam.

30 Aug

I get a lot of spam  comments on my blog.

I’d probably say that for every 10 views, I get two bizarre ramblings from unsolicited spambots.

I rarely read them, and they get consigned to the bin within seconds.

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You Won’t Bee-lieve It.

29 Aug

Two days ago, I saw a boy no older than thirteen snatch a wasp out of the air, throw it on the ground (oh hey there Lonely Island) and tread it to death.

I admit that it’s not the nicest way to start today’s post, but it got me thinking about the last time I got stung by a bee.
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Haik-Free

28 Aug

NO MORE HAIKUS.

Probably.
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Haik-two.

27 Aug

Budget bus Gosling
You were the only good thing
Happening today.

Haiku.

26 Aug

Twelve days left at home,
Inspiration running low,
Cop out of a post.

End in Sight.

25 Aug

With one more weekend left in Plymouth, I’m obviously making the most of being by the coast.

LOL NO.

I’m obviously spending my time catching up on TV before I go back and get sidetracked by actual Uni work.

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Beach Bum.

24 Aug

I’ve finally found the perfect way of dealing with Post Fringe upset.

It’s not wallowing in bed watching crappy television whilst everyone on Twitter seems to be having much more fun than you.

It’s actually getting out of the house and doing something.

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Track Listing.

23 Aug

Oh Yawn.

I’m still on the bloody train. It feels like I’ve been on here for all of time and we’re only in Bristol.
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And They Call It Puppet Love.

22 Aug

It had to happen at some point.

After I was approached by two young puppets at the 2012 Edinburgh Fringe Festival and was told in no uncertain terms (and in hideously graphic detail) that they both wanted to do the dirty with me (hi Mum), it was only a matter of time until I actually went and saw their show. I didn’t quite think it would take me a year, but FINALLY I have seen Boris and Sergey, the brainchild of Flabbergast Theatre, perform.
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