The first month of (200)8

200! And 8 it seems....

Well there's January gone, a very controversial month to be honest – some of it we will not be publishing due to legal reasons... I thought we’d do like a running commentary for a summary of the month, again some of it we will not go into even under threat of torture.

Leggat :
Meow

Finlay :
well some month, what you think?

Leggat :
It's been interesting to say the least...

Finlay :
yes - some goings on will not be discussed

Leggat :
Yes, no more gay chicken in the flat. or ever for that matter

Finlay :
although im sure you will post up me running headlong naked into our dishwasher

Leggat :
That will be posted when i can find a video convereter and my phone wire

Finlay :
fantastic........ well this was when johnny v got addicted to GH

Finlay :
this month

Leggat :
He really can't go a day without trying to do Dragonforce

Leggat :
Which he's still to do....

Finlay :
lol expecting johnny v to be at the door now (ring)haha

Leggat :
He actually starts to twitch if he doesn't play it

Finlay :
i noticed that

Finlay :
very subtle tho

Leggat :
Try telling him Billy sold it without getting a swift punch/him crying on your shoulder

Finlay :
thats a mission

Finlay :
what else happened this month? well - we had that fucking wicked night at fat sams

Finlay :
best night ever fact

Leggat :
Defo, even better with the banter back at the flat

Finlay :
it was gone?

Leggat :
Not at all. From too much alcohol consumption, i can't actually remember what happened back at the flat, but i woke up in one piece so it must have been good...

Finlay :
yeah well you dont wanna wake up and your arse is still in the kitchen

Leggat :
i've passed out on the chairs in the communial area a few times

Finlay :
lol ye - that time u left the music on at like 5am

Finlay :
what was the situation about santa sending u to a room that didnt exist?

Leggat :
It was actually a test - would i walk around like a drunken idiot? Or would i pass the test and go back to the union to drink more...

Leggat :
I passed :)

Finlay :
dont forget our flat inspection

Finlay :
eh gordon

Leggat :
Yeah, failure. He did a grand job of taking the bins out

Leggat :
Every week

Finlay :
lol

Leggat :
On time

Finlay :
dont forget cams best excuse for NOT getting out of bed

Finlay :
what i dont understand is how did he know about the roofs? I mean he must have got up out of his bed to do the research

An actual picture of the weather. Through Cam's eyes.

Leggat :
Apparently he had the Tv on, and his mother phoned to make sure he hadn't been gored by some flying debris

Leggat :
Kudos to him for using that excuse

Finlay :
lol is that true

Finlay :
fuck sake

Finlay :
my mum wouldnt phone me to see if a tile off a roof had decapatated me

Leggat :
Well Cam's mum loves her son

Leggat :
And roofs

Finlay :
obviously, imagine "Oh my cam have you been hit by a roof?" "No im fine" "I dont care about you, is the roof ok"?

Leggat :
Haha, sounds like it would have happen

Leggat :
Even if a roof hit my bedroom, i'd think the noise was just Cam having some dirty sex

Finlay :
oh ye - probably was, or imagine *knock*"Cam is having sex", cam then walks out "Nah its just the roofs..."

Finlay :
rooves

Finlay :
how do u say plural roofs?

Leggat :
Roofs

Leggat :
It's not like loaves

Finlay :
{VeeMan has just entered the room}

Finlay :
and howzibit (who has shunned his nickname and wants it back to Howster) got drunk off a shot

Finlay :
haha u sneezed

Leggat :
Yeah "Apple sourz" goes straight to his head it seems...

Leggat :
I did that

Leggat :
Yum

Finlay :
lol i had to laugh when u went upto 18 and came back with golden high heels

Finlay :
i was like 'leggat you really give them back' so you posted one through the letterbox

Leggat :
I thought they went well with my mullet

Leggat :
And it's an insult that i managed to fit in them...

Finlay :
then u passed out with one on

Leggat :
I thought i had got lucky when i woke up and saw it

Finlay :
{Cam has gone for dirty sex}

Finlay :
lol

Finlay :
maybe u did........with a shoe

Leggat :
:D
Finlay :
also what else happened - oh ye i tried to do work then ended up blogging (is that a word?)

Leggat :
Probably, just don't get sued

Leggat :
You also asked Cam to "Lick ma shirt pleez""

Finlay :
and cam took away has mattress to swap with tobys and we saw he had broken his bed probably due to dirty chloe sex

Leggat :
Yeah, Toby's mattress wouldn't be much better

Leggat :
Ireland

Finlay :
and now the monumental occassion of chloe being mentioned for the first time in this blog (hi chloe)

Leggat :
:)

Finlay :
she wont have a big roll in this unless its, oh ye cams dirty sex partner

Finlay :
and tobys in ireland...... thats weird

Leggat :
Yeah, i got a shock today when i said "Hey, Toby, where are you off to?" Thinking he was going to the shops and he replied in his super suave james Bond accent

Leggat :
"Ireland"

Finlay :
its getting fistingly serious those two, eh?

Finlay :
i mean very

Leggat :
Yeah, hand in the bush

Finlay :
man we should probably mention at this point about graham running straight into the airing cupboard (although it was in like november but since he's leaving might as well give him his big mention)

Leggat :
It wasn't just one door

Leggat :
But many

Leggat :
That video Cam has needs uploaded...

Finlay :
oh ye

Finlay :
lol and remember the time i called sam fat

Finlay :
lol fat sams

Leggat :
Obese SAMuel eh?

Lovely Sam, not to scale...

Leggat :
She always hits the munchies

Finlay :
lol what was it again "I love a good bakery" "Aye, I a bet you do"

Finlay :
was that what i said?


DISSCONNECTION OF MSN ARRRRRRRRRRRGHH!!

Finlay :
fuckin msn lol

Leggat :
I blame Kenz

Finlay :
we all do, where were we

Leggat :
Pretty much, followed by a drunken laugh then a "lay down on the floor" because "We couldnt push you over then"

Finlay :
oh aye

Leggat :
You have a tendency to lay down on the floor now

Leggat :
Especially after smacking into a dishwasher

Finlay :
moving on

Finlay :
kenz decision to leave us this month

Leggat :
Yes that was a bit of a suprise, but will make little diffrerence

Leggat :
I will mis the amount of beard in this flat though

Finlay :
......really i wont

Finlay :
get into the feckin shower and its like a bear has been murdered

A polar bear peeing. Shower + bear + google image search = this pic

Leggat :
Hahaha oh dar

Leggat :
+e

Finlay :
lol what

Leggat :
Meow mostly

Leggat :
Anyhoo...

Finlay :
and well february should be good with usd inventing flat olympics

Leggat :
I'll be doing my hardcore training for it of course

Leggat :
By running around naked

Finlay :
sound i wont join u but after last night i can make that promise

Finlay :
cant*

Leggat :
Oo "Typo"

Leggat :
Naked boy

Finlay :
well for those of u reading this - we invented flat rugby

Finlay :
leggat would u like to explain

Leggat :
Yes

Leggat :
Yes I would

Leggat :
Basically, ring a door of a flat, with a rugby ball discreetly hidden. When they answer the door say something then shout "FLAT RUUUUGBY" then proceed to run right down their corridor and out the fire exit while throwing a rugby ball to each other

Leggat :
Simple

Finlay :
and there it is our flat summed up in like a sentence

Leggat :
I must say it's rather fun

Leggat :
All trust we had with some flats are now gone

Leggat :
Except 18, we gave them a cake

Leggat :
Postman Pat cake

Finlay :
yes (serious face)

Leggat :
You just farted and it reeeeeeks

Leggat :
Seriously, what the hell died in your arse

Finlay :
but i think when do the olympics will be funny.

Finlay :
wanna explain?

Finlay :
lol

Leggat :
Hohoho, serious stuff

Leggat :
It's a basic point system, where they are awarded for doing random things to other flats. for example "Finlay, I will give you 10 points to go trade our toaster with Flat 18's" ....You would then do it

Leggat :
Even simpler

Finlay :
and thats what february will have in store for alloway

Finlay :
imagine anyone in alloway reading this

Leggat :
Jesus, they'd love it

Finlay :
board up our fucking door and only open it if you have a baseball bat

Leggat :
Or cake

Finlay :
touche

Leggat :
Touché

Leggat :
We should mention more of Flat 18, and them trying to take Gordon the fish for a "walk"

Finlay :
christ - mel

Leggat :
We NEED to get a sound recording of her saying "Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapenin' beautifuls"

Finlay :
ye we do, jenna left a comment on my bebo "we just saw your willy"

Leggat :
They did see it

Leggat :
And made noises

Finlay :
like?

Finlay :
wow?

Leggat :
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

Leggat :
Take that that as you will

Finlay :
oh my god its huuuuge?

Leggat :
Huge, small, what the hell - they're all just words

Finlay :
awwww how very philosophical

Finlay :
should that do for our commentary?

Leggat :
I think it will do Mr Thewlis

Finlay :
mind to tune in for february folks

Leggat :
:D

Leggat:
Shout out to my homies in Cell Block D

What a month. I also just noticed that Blogger is now available in Hebrew, Arabic and Persian - so the fanbase should be growing!

Peace and Cake,

Flat 14

One of my homies in Cell Block D

A few days in Flat 14

This blog is also from F Diddy, and shows some random banter that happens in le flat. Enjoy.

Randomness

F Diddy’s Inner Monologue

(sigh) Am I meant to be working? Yes in a way... Ok re-phrase this – Should you be doing a 1500 word essay for tomorrow? Erm, I haven’t started. But you’re doing the flat 14 blog instead? ................ Ya......... Goood, good start. Well went out last night was generally shite. Didnt bother going to my 9-11 classes either (So I haven’t actually been to any business context classes yet and there has been about 6 hours worth). My feet hurt. I like to listen to music when in the shower which was initially shunned as the retard shower is now THE shower of the flat due to me actually trying the thing – turns out its awesome. So it’s all good on the shower front because I know your all thinking – F Diddy what’s the crack with the showers in your flats? And yes my feet still hurt. Why? I dunno. Back to the initial point I use my phone to play tunes while I’m scrubbing away. I got it wet – it stopped working (white screen), fantastic!

So with means of communication severed for my usual Wednesday night out losing everyone in fatties is like the worst thing to do. Yeah I lost Johnny and couldn’t find anyone. So after a nice guy letting me go in front of him to get a drink I downed a blue VK and came to the conclusion to go home. Apparently I had been mean to lovely Sam and 17 Claire so if you’re reading sorry lol lol. Lol.

Anywayses, I just thought I’d put in a blog so it means I get another 20 mins of doing my essay and I can keep you lovely folk all updated (as a matter of fact who the fuck reads this shit?) it’s awesome eh? Oh here’s a video and picture of Cam changing his mattress with Toby’s while he was away with Janine

It actually tailed off to ramming Kenzie with the mattresses. There is now an ongoing joke of Kenzie not being fed, and such like so any donations please feel free:

0800-help-Kenz08-campaign-14

Now I’m thinking how can people donate food over the phone? Don’t donate money because he’ll just spend it on something really shite, like more hair. I keep telling him he’s got enough but he’s spoil that boy. Spoilt I tell ya. I also thought in this, what can only be described as ‘bitty’ blog, I would tell the flat 14 fanatical readers who’s who:

Room 1: Johnny (J Dizzle)

Room 2: Finlay (Me, F Diddy)

Room 3: Cam(eron) (Wu Tang Cam)

Room 4: Graham (Howzibit)

Room 5: Leggat (Leggmeister, J to the M Bob)

Room 6: Kenzie (Grandmaster Kenz)

Room 7: Billy (Fuck knows Billy’s rapper’s name I think he was off when we did it)

Room 8: Toby (apparently his real name is Tom)

The night I couldn't remember

Saturday 13th January

This blog is a little different. It's a guest publication from F Diddy, as I was too messed up to remember what happened, let alone write about it. So here was last night:

One shot, One golden shoe and a fat face please

So I decided to take a wee chill out of drinking tonight with the view to catching up with sleep (currently 3:40am). But, oh yes bless my flatmates for turning up drunk :D. It wasn’t a problem though – because I was well awake. As a matter of fact I think it is a subconscious reaction to knowing flatmates are out getting drunk – just don’t go to bed (you miss out on the good banter).

I had earlier been up at flat 15 watching a few films with the lovely company of Collette and Claire (although a women’s perspective of films is usually utter pish. Clair and Collette being the loyal lassies they were they continued the trend of poor reaction to films, but I could live with it). When I wandered back down I heard the door opening with the inevitable drunken gibberish – Howzibit had returned in spectacular fashion. Spectacular? I meant Peculiar.

It turns out ‘I got drunk’ and that, and I quote ‘I got a taxi back’ – the true story I found out later was that Cam and Leggat who usually have some drink entailed trick up there sleeve for some poor victim had said to Howzibit to have some ’Apple Sourz’, Lo and behold it was Absinthe of the mere 75%. Howzibit being the hardcore drinker he was had managed to wait a whole 50 mins before starting to fall asleep, the bouncer on numerous occasions warning them to keep him awake. One thing led to another and Howzibit was thrown into a taxi with a destination told to the taxi driver and the grand total of £7 was given to the driver to take him home (lucky he wasn’t gay) . Surprisingly the taxi driver hadn’t decided to take advantage of our Howzibit by using an alternative route (yes, innuendo people).

Howzibit passed out, taken by Leggat.

After some cursing and swearing and a kick of a wall and walking into flat 17’s ironing board, off Howzibit went to bed.

When the others returned (Leggat, Veeman and Jamie (flat 1)) they were all a fallin’ and a laughin’. Randomness ensued – Highlights were: Leggat responding to everyone’s talking with ‘your face’. Veeman lying on my bed, with one drunken hand he had felt a box under the bed (my dirty washing), opened, and noticed my boxers with fat face written across the waist. He pointed at them and laughing loudly repeated the word ‘fat face’. After a quick nap on my bed (photo here I think).

Done :)

J Dizzle told them that there was Guitar Hero waiting in flat 18 (the poor lassies who have probably never heard of GH). (True - they thought it was something to do with them borrowing the Wii the other night - Leggat.) Leggat somehow instead of completing a dragonforce solo managed to walk in with a pair of golden high-heels.
Deciding that this was all a bit harsh in true Leggat style he agreed to post one of the high heels back through the letterbox.

Veeman was missing – looking over at Flat 1 we realised they were frantically trying to close windows and curtains and any flat orifice that they had, there was Veeman in a very puppy dog trying to get upon a couch manor, trying to get into their flat (some drunk like food, some water, some more booze but Veeman wants GH). With the lure of GH he had wandered over with puppy-dog eyes out and a wagging tail to get GH. Eventually they let him in. Leggat then decided to fall asleep in the common room area with one of the golden high heels on and boxers roughly up to his nipples and trousers at his knees.

And that was that. Feeling for Leggat possibly not being to blog this due to a hangover I felt responsibility of blogging tonight’s minor shenanigans.....

And that was F Diddy's view of last night, very funny I must say. Thanking you F Diddy.

Peace and absinthe,

Flat 14

Obese Samuel's

Wednesday 9th January 2008

I have a digital camera now, so this blog contains exciting pictures of the day. Go me.

Flying debris?!

Now Wu-Tang Cam has had some pretty good excuses for not going into uni before, but todays has to be the best yet. I woke up to see Beard was already up for once, that was good. I chap Wu-tang's door to no reply again, and head for the kitchen. The cleaner is in, so i can't do my usual morning jog around the communial area without looking like some sort of werido so I just head back to my room for some warmth before I have to go outside into the bitter cold. I check my phone and see I have a text from Cameron reading:

"You seen the weather roofs of buildings comin down in Dundee aye right am I going out in that"

So essentially; he's scared to get hit by a roof. And to use punctuation. If a roof was to crash into the bus on the way to Uni, that would literally be the most exciting thing which has ever happened to me, and would make this blog a hell of a lot more interesting. And to prove Cam wrong I even took a picture of a roof, which was not off:

That roof is firmly attached Wu-Tang you lazy sod.

What, no roofs?

The bus journey to uni was rather unexciting. No roofs, debris or even old people blowing about. Two hours of programming, then it was time to hit the union with a vengeance. Jaeger bombs anyone? Lo and behold Wu-Tang Cam hadn't got hit by a roof and had managed to make it to the union. Lucky boy. After some munch it was time for le Jaeger bombs, so we headed up to the sports bar. Howzibit and his lady friend also joined us then, me and VeeMan promptly introduced him to a Jaeger bomb. This picture shows the aftermath of several hours drinking:

I'm really getting into this picture taking. As you can see, Veeman is slowly dying in the background there.

We also started doing that stupid thing where you put your index finger and thumb into a ring, put it under your waist and try to make someone else look at it. This game annoys me. Every time someone says my name, i automatically assume they are going to do this to me, so I tend to look away or not answer. But after double figure amounts of Jager bombs (i'm really advertising them in this blog...) it's hard not to look. which results in a swift punch to the arm. The upside being you're too drunk to feel it, but in the morning it's a bitch. No more of this stupid game. Please.

Obese Samuel's

The plan after being at the union for about 60% of the day, was to head out to Fat Sam's and get wasted. Good plan. So back at the flat ( in one piece without getting hit by any roofs) everyone started to get ready for going out. F Diddy wanted to iron his fancy clothes for the night, and opened the airing cupboard to find the ironing board in several pieces. He placed it in the shower, obviously the best place to put it, then went to Flat 17 to borrow a board. Some hardXcore ironing later and we were good to go. Flat 6 and Flat 15 also turned up at the union, and we got some drinks in with them. Then the inevitable happened. the place had run dry of Jagermiester from the amount that we had drank during the afternoon. I resorted to shots.

A few (many) shots and then it was time to actually go to Fat Sam's. The details get a bit fuzzy here, but i remember talking to VeeMan and Ross for a while, then later saw J dizzle sitting on the stairs, trying not to spew. Luckily he didn't. I bought VeeMan more shots, danced for a bit then headed back to the flats. More st00f obviously happened in this time, but after having drank the place dry of red aftershock (which i'm starting to grow quite fond of) It's hard to remember things - hence the camera.

This blog is a little late, but I spent all day Thursday in bed suffering from death and smelling of drink. Which isn't unusual.

I leave you all with this picture . I now get to punch you. Stupid game...

Jager bombs - deadlier than Hiroshima

January 8th 2008

Early morning cravings

Yet another morning where I have to get up for uni. I have a bad habit of switching my alarm off and going back to sleep, so this morning as soon as I woke up I turned iTunes on and lay back down - the music would keep me awake enough not to fall back into a deep sleep. And what song comes on second on random? Dragonforce. As if dreaming of it (after watching VeeMan play it for hours on end) wasn't enough. The usual lap of the kitchen was next, it was a bit more messy than the previous day, but still bearable. Zordon, master of the universe bin still hadn't been to inspect us ( any bet he will come and check just after we have a raging party and the place is a tip.) Next thing to do was wake Wu-Tang Cam. BANG BANG BANG.

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"Wu-Tang. Time to get up and stab a horse." Words like that usually get him flying out of the room, except when he is having weird sex of course, but it didn't seem to work today. Beard was next to waken, much easier to do. I have to be careful hitting his door though, a misdirected sneeze and the door is sure to fly off the hinges crushing the poor soul behind it. He half hearted answers and then i try Wu-Tang Cam again. Still no answer, lazy bugger, I can clearly hear him moving about but I decide if he's not going in, i'm not going in either. Guitar hero time it is then. I obviously invite the VeeMan up for an early morning solo.

Black marks, Star Wars and the mystery of room 1553

Standing at the bus stop i couldn't help but notice a black mark on my right hand, on the knuckle of my index finger and thumb. Ok, I'll wipe it off. Simple. But the thing that got me was where the hell did it come from. I checked my pen - nope. In my pocket? Fluff. I check my pen again - definitely not. Bastard. Where did it come from? I check my pen another 5 times on the bus an come to the conclusion it wasn't my pen. Probably.

Why does it seem like the fattest, slowest walkers in the world always end up in front of you?And there's always three of them. Just enough to take up the pavement, and makes going around them bloody hard since they don't walk in a straight line - they sway back and forth which would easily knock anything trying to pass them over. Yes, I got stuck behind some of them. Yes, I got annoyed. Did i do anything? No.

After having walked at a stupidly slow speed me, VeeMan and Beard managed to find the lecture room for today. Even walking slower than anything, ever, we still managed to arrive 20 minutes early, so we go in and take a seat. VeeMan farts. I draw a picture of him. Beard sits with his face plunged into the table. Exciting. Eventually people start to come in, so i try to look like a brainbox and take out my pen ( I check it for ink spillage; there's still none) and notepad. Then put them away when even more people come in.

The lecture man looked like the local drug dealer. He started his slide show with Star War sounds. He showed us a video of a cartoon dinosaur farting. He showed us a picture of him re-enacting Star Wars in his freezer. He IS the local drug dealer, and has obviously been taking too much of his own product. It's going to be one hell of a semester with this guy.After the, what can only be described as a once in a lifetime, lecture we head to the union for a few drinks before our class in an hour. The thing is, with VeeMan a few drinks is never just "a few drinks".

4 Jager bombs later we feel confident enough to head for out next class and decide to head for room 1553. It took us 20 mins of "it must be this way" before we decided to head back to the union. The lecturer (Santa) was clearly just making up a room, to see how twattish we looked. Well Santa; we looked VERY twattish.

"Want to go for a double coke?"

Figuring that Santa had set some sort of stupid challenge, where finding out the room doesn't exist was the point of the lecture, I suggested we go for a "double coke". Everyone agreed, except Beard. Drink makes his beard go funny.

Many Jager bombs later, and some interesting discussion (like Johnny admitting his mum's face looked like a brake pad) we started to go home. I would have wrote much more for this section, but the jager bombs were plentiful and i'm sure i've forgotten some well good banter.

Back to being a Hero

GUITAR HERO?! Yes, we played it again. Yes, VeeMan kicked the shit out of everyone and everything. He even got a 500 not streak and was happy about it. I think we play that game too much

I think that is all that happened today which is worth noting. I shall leave you all with a picture of a Cool pillow


Love and Jager,


Flat 14

Through the fire and Johnny V

Well here it is. The flat 14 blog. I've decided (as some sort of New Years resolution) to keep a blog of all the "crazy" shenanigans of 8 students living together. Other than sharing the rather random and funny stuff which happens here, it will also provide certain individuals more insight of what happened the night before. Let's begin with:

7th January 2008...

Zordon, saviour of IKEA

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Zordon had warned us of a flat inspection today so the kitchen had actually been cleaned spotless for once, a nice sight when you wake up not hungover, but as per usual Zordon the caretaker had once again failed to keep to his, very slurred, word and only came in to change the bins like he does every other Monday of the year. Exciting part of his life I'm sure. Now the only reason I had been up to see the kitchen looking like some sort of IKEA show room kitchen ( must say I like this one a lot) was because today university had started again. I had almost forgot this was the reason I was living in beautiful student accommodation.

Yawn

F Diddy was also around at this point, flaunting off his legs by wearing boxers around the flat hall before jumping into a shower (which the lock on the door is broken, for unknown reasons. Another reason for Zordon to swear at us if he can stop taking bins out for 2 minutes and give us an inspection.) After doing a quick lap of the kitchen i came to the conclusion I couldn't be arsed making a cup of tea, since that would mean the kitchen automatically going back to looking like a bombsite. Deciding that Wu-Tang Cam wasn't having some sort of weird sex, I knocked on his door (in the fashion of Zordon of course) to wake him up. Luckily he wasn't having sex and got out of bed. A day of Uni happened...

Yellow, blue, green, red, red, red.....

BDawg had left his room open, so it was obvious I played Guitar Hero 3 for a good while. A good while and some sore fingers later he had came back, so time to invade someone else with a 360's room - Beard's! Even if he locked his door, since it has no panel down the side (Zordon REALLY won't be pleased with the inspection. Probably why he's living as a bin man for a while) so it's easy enough to open. He didn't lock it. Another 3 hours of Guitar Hero, and my life, down it was time for the daily booze cr00ze to Asda to stock up on vodka. After buying enough vodka to make a Russian man wealthy (in soviet Russia, vodka drink you!) it was time to awaken The VeeMan. Uttering the words "Guitar Hero" and "Vodka" through his door was enough to get him out of bed. It usually is.

JohnnyVForce
Now there is something you must understand about the VeeMan before the next section makes sense. He LIVES for Guitar Hero. He sees the world as being one big solo that he MUST perfect. Dragonforce, being arguably the hardest song in the game, is to him what Allah is to Muslims. Except he doesn't blow cars up for it. Yet. Anyway, after he shows me that using a controller (no matter how much time you spend sitting in one position on Beard's bed hitting buttons) will never even make him falter - he takes his "mad skillz" online. You have to love the people online (missing out the irony that I am a person online here) and some of the antics. "HULKSTERDAVE" wants to play. He leaves. More try to play, they leave. VeeMan finally finds an opponent, and after screaming "DRAGONFORCE!?!?!?" jumps into his GH mode. I wander about at this point as I've already heard the song a good 10 times today , but arrive back to see VeeMan isn't the best in the world ever. He cries a little and goes straight back in, this time with a headset to annoy the people of the interwebz by shouting "200!?" ( An inside joke which i will explain in some blog at some point since it is much funnier when not explained.) After having beat the poor person, who must be completely confused at this point why random numbers are being shouted at him, it becomes apparent through the magixxxx of xbox achievement points the person VeeMan has just demolished is a creator of the game. VeeMan's life is now complete.

And THAT would be 8th January. Not as much drinking as i would have liked, but Wu Tang Cam likes sex more than drink, so fair do's to him. Hopefully there shall be another bloggo soon, and i can actually think of something interesting to write (with more pictures).

Peace and love,

Flat 14