Apparently I bare similarities and mannerism to Eugene from Big Brother 6. If I was to be likened to any of the previous Big Brother contestants, I would want it to be the legend that is Mr. Sully.
Now, unless the Big Brother house blows up, or there is a total overhaul of all this years’ contestants, I will not be mentioning the series at all on my blog. The entrants were simply ghastly. End.
I met Simon this afternoon. We had planned on finding a pub to watch the Championship Play Off Final. The Weston pub was closed, and The New Crown wasn’t showing any football, so we ventured across the river into BA2 and decided to check out The Golden Fleece.
The Fleece was showing the football, but annoyingly when Simon tried to buy a beer, he was refused as he wasn’t carrying any ID. I gave it a go, I too was refused. Bastards. I’m a little used to this harsh treatment, having been IDed by both Coopers and Sainsbury’s in recent months, but I expected better from Simon. Needless to say, we won’t be going there again.
At half time we took our youthful looks elsewhere to find a pub where we would be able to drink alcohol without prejudice. All the pubs in Twerton High Street were closed too! What was going on? In the end we decided to head back into the safety of BA1 and drink at The Dolphin. They weren’t showing the football, but at least I was able to have a relaxing drink, with good company in nice surroundings.
Even though I missed the match, I still had a good time. Just a shame my clothes were left stinking of smoke from my visit to The Fleece. Roll on 1st July!
I changed my Xbox Live gamertag yesterday. I am now known as Somerset Ninja. Has it improved my game on Gears of War? Actually, it has a little. Since changing my name, I have made a few kills and am surviving for longer – although you could argue that all this practice is paying off.
Somerset Ninja wasn’t my first choice however. Here are some other tags I wanted which were unfortunately taken
… Don’t ask where the Ninja/Roman obsession stemmed from.
While in the Xbox Marketplace, I also bought a couple of games from the arcade – Doom and Worms. These may be old, but they’re classics and will be great fun in multiplayer.
What is it with this English weather? I’m lying in bed right now, it’s pissing down outside and is freezing cold – anyone would think it’s the autumn!
Spring Bank Holiday. I suppose it would be too much to expect three hot and sunny days (even one would be welcome), where one could enjoy a nice riverside walk and a few hours in a pub beer garden.
I’m off to sleep now *shiver, shiver*
Rant over
I may not have won anything on that stupid duck game yesterday, but I didn’t leave Weston empty handed. Look what is taking pride of place next to the fish tank in my flat – does it seem familiar? :o)
Today Watkins and I went to Weston Super Mare. Here is a photo blog of our day out. As you can see, we were very busy. I am now extremely tired and as soon as I have finished this blog, will be going to bed – even though it is ridiculously early for a Saturday night.
Remember – you can click on the thumbnails for a full sized image.
One of the main reasons to come to Weston
(Near) the end of the pier
This duck game caused me great frustration and cost me lots of money.
I didn’t win anything.
This game caused Watkins great frustration and cost him lots of money.
He also didn’t win anything.
A Homer Simpson rip-off, or a keyring of Kyle Gass from Tenacious D?
This pinball machine was so cool!
A worms eye view of the tide coming in.
If you really were a worm and could see this, you would be fucked…
unless you could swim.
A seagull. Nuff said.
Me flying a kite I bought. Was surprisingly entertaining.
These donkeys reminded me of Clerks 2.
Watkins and I found a stray buoy in the sea and bravely saved it.
We then played football with it.
This is me doing a spot of water sport.
Yes, it REALLY, REALLY is me – honest!
After a dull and humid afternoon, yesterday evening was very nice. Chris, Sam, and I went straight from work to the Dolphin pub to enjoy a couple of pints in the beer garden. We then walked along the riverside to another pub, The Boathouse, where we had a delicious meal and another drink or two.
We sat outside while we ate, and a number of dogs wanted to share our meals. You would have thought it would be annoying to have slobbering dogs jumping up at your table, trying to nick your dinner, but these dogs were so cute and friendly, you couldn’t help but pay them attention. They certainly had a taste for steak and sausages. Unfortunately for them, all they got was a few friendly strokes and not any of our meat.
After the meal, we walked back to my flat and watched Clerks 2. I have seen this film before, but it’s so good I didn’t mind watching it again and showing it to Chris and Sam who, up until yesterday were Clerks Virgins.
The film was just as funny the second time round, however the scene with the man and the donkey was rather disturbing. Mainly because our network administrator had pointed out the astounding resemblance he shares with the donkey’s “handler”. It was very, very scary.
An unexpected guest turned up in the garden this morning.
Isn’t she beautiful! Just sitting out in the morning sun, after a night out chasing cats, eating chickens, and whatever else that foxes do for fun. I was tempted to throw her some food, but I don’t think the ground floor flat would appreciate it. More foxy pictures if she comes back.
Today was a busy day at work. Some swine thought it would be a clever idea to plug an ADSL router into the network. It wasn’t a good idea. It fucked the system – badly. The offender was tracked down and shot like a dog.
The problems didn’t end there. 10 minutes before home time, a major system died. Worse still, this system is maintained by an external company. An external company run by donkeys. I finished work at 5pm, leaving a major system fucked. What can I say? It was out of my control.
It is now the evening and I am now relaxing – eating pizza and having a beer, sitting on the sofa, ready to watch The Champions League Final. Apparently this is a rather important match on the football calendar.
Last night I played Gears of War online for the first time since I got it for Christmas. Sam, who has been playing the game religiously since December, met me online to show me the rules in Co-operative mode, before blasting the shit out of me on the Deathmatch. I was humiliated, destroyed, violated and raped.
Still, I’m not one to give up. I will be practicing until I can enter the Gears of War Ring with dignity, and destroy Sam and all the other opponents. If not, I’ll just kick his ass on Dead or Alive 4… maybe. If I ever play him at Fifa 07 however, may God have mercy on his virtual soul.