Blind.Head.Pain.

I got smacked on the head by a 183 cm roller blind today. It F***ing hurt.

Death of a Nightclub.

News Article

My nightclub burnt down.


I heard on the news the following morning that the nightclub I go to (when I have money of course) was burnt down. Everyone was evacuated and no one was badly injured but the building has been destroyed. More than likely, the downstairs pub has been too. It's one of the very few decent rock venues in the city and although I haven't had chance to get there as often as I'd like lately, I'm kinda gutted about it being destroyed like this. I think there's still an investigation into the cause but I have an inkling it was lame-ass smokers. Why can't they burn down their own houses? Another one up for banning smoking in public places I think. And if it was started intentionally by some idiotic loser then I hope he feels mighty proud for putting 500 peoples lives at risk.

I don't know if it will be rebuilt. I don't know if it will be gone forever... but it's really sad all the same.

RIP Eddies... please come back.

Flamin' Eck.

Last night, November the 5th, was bonfire night; the wonderfully British phenomenon steeped in tradition, lovingly remembering our heritage of catholic burning by setting fire to huuuuge mounds of old wooden fences and crates alongside beautifully coloured if not rather noisy fireworks displays. There was no Guy Fawkes effigy, and wierdly enough last year they burnt large wooden swans which was a bit odd, this year it was a simple mound of old wood. It went up like a... well a bonfire... and even though we were standing a good 300 feet away I could feel that familiar eye-burning and toastie warm face glow. The fireworks were... awesome... they lit up the whole sky and the finale was just damn excellent. Everyone thought it was over, then a second later they shot a firey, upwards waterfall of sparkles into the air accompanied by the biggest, loudest fireworks I think I've ever seen. They were massive, and they almost encompassed my whole scope of vision in the sky. I caught the finale on my camera phone, which obviously just did not do it all justics at all but I got it all the same... only trouble is, I have no software to edit it on my computer and due to using my phone the wrong way round, the video is on its side. So, all I have to show for it is the following phone picture.


I just loved it. I stood there in my new jeans, long socks underneath and my firey new rocks, three layers of jumpers, gloves, hat, scarf and of course my big furry, gorrilla jacket... and it felt nice to be apart of a community that were all there for one thing, to watch people exploding things into the sky and to make a big fire; united in being freezing cold but loving it all the same.

Roll on next November.

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Sunny, Cold and the sky is blue.

It's 2.06 pm. I've been all the way into Brum and back this morning and I only saw one cloud in the sky the whole time. This is my favorite type of weather... cold but sunny and a wonderfully blue, clear sky.

I just feel good walking along in my stripey, fingerless gloves, my furry, black scarf and nice warm jacket, feeling the cold on my face but every now and then the warm glow of the sun from the clear sky. Everything is bright, colours are enhanced, my clothes aren't sopping wet from any British-y type rain and it just makes me feel positive and happy.

Even when shops can't be bothered to stock more than two sizes of jeans after I journey all the way into town at 9.30 on my day off because I saw a particular pair I liked; even when I get stuck with an Italian man rubbing my hands with lotion for twenty minutes trying to sell me over priced lotions and "cutical softening cream enriched with minerals all the way from the dead sea, which by the way is the lowest lying location on earth"; even when I get stopped TWICE by people with clip boards asking if I'd had any accidents in the last four years; even after washing my hair for the first time since having it cut, highlighted and styled-meaning you can never ever recreate how nice it looked when it was first done... EVEN then...

... I feel fine... because it's sunny and cold and the sky is blue.

:)