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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Radioactive Milk?

Hi there, just getting started on this beast of a data pack, having done some cramming of data earlier on. Looking at various radiation levels across Britain up until 1990. It looks rather dull. So I'll write here instead.

Chrismtas was pretty average. Got some cracking pressies- a new mobile which can take photos, so that I can photo my walks, a cool scarf and some jelly willies. Ok that last one was absolutely terrible. They were inedible. Still I had fun with them one night, taking them to the Brockwell one evening and trying to get Kris and Hadlow to eat them. When this failed, we 'artfully' placed them in various locations around the pub.

Ok off on a tangent there. Where was I? Oh yeah got a webcam as well, so I can now tell peeps to F off on MSN rather than just writing it. And wave in the background whilst Alex is trying to talk to a girl he fancies.

Have spent many nights at the Brockwell since Christmas. Its a great place really, and its guarranteed that there will be someone you weren't expecting to meet. Like meeting up with Chibi, Dease, Mike and co. Some of the pressies being handed round that night were genius. Dease looked very fetching in his con man moustache. Nice one Tomo!

I think my bedroom is haunted, or at least 3 people seem to think so. Alex, who sleeps there when I'm gone said he gets creeped out some nights in there. Stacey got creeped out one night when she was sleeping over. And the cat often bolts out. Ok thats two people and a cat. But still, coincidence? I'm not even sure if I believe in ghosts. Lets get Derek Acorah in to see what he has to say hehehehehehehe.

Found out an interesting fact at the pub while with the lads the other week. At least 8 people have had sex in my bathroom. Not all at the same time mind you.

New Year was again ok. Went to Suzanne's party, which was alright except only nine people showed up. The highlight was a row between Fletch and Suzanne which erupted in her room, then Fletch locked himself in the bathroom to calm down while Suzanne punched the wall. But they made up. And the karaoke was good- highlight being Jeffs dreadful mumbling. But overall, I wish I'd stayed with the rest of my gang. hey ended up at David's.

In 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' by Metallica, the bell tolls 26 times.

University seems such a world away now. It seems ages ago, and I'm back into the swing of things at home. It all seems so clean here and luxury of no fire alarms and warm showers is one I could get used to. But I'm going back on Saturday and hopefully Mum will not be too shocked by the state of the bedroom floor, which is rather grubby.

Right time to get started on that radioactivity levels piece. Apparently 1964 was a very bad year for milk, and 1980 was an extremely bad year to swim in the Irish sea. Tata.

2 Comments:

At 1/10/2006 7:07 pm, Blogger Tomo-chan said...

Hiya Jimbob!

Thank you thank you, yes I think the moustache was a stroke of genius if I may say so myself! :D I only wish I'd been there to see it. I was VERY annoyed with myself, I didn't hear my phone (I was watching Chicken Run! :D) otherwise I would have come and said hello.

Oh well, next holidays eh!

 
At 1/14/2006 8:12 pm, Blogger JimbobXII said...

Hey all!

Yep holidays... :( *humph*

Awwwww Chicken Run. Oh well at least you were watching something worthwhile.

Nice little tie in with the whole Metallica/ Face fungus theme going here. But a pint for a boxset? You can't be serious! Are you wearing Mark's con man 'tache?

 

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