For LEANNE!!!
Well its all good. Christmas is coming. New Year is coming (The sooner I get rid of this year the better) but best of all blog is back.
Since the last blog Winston came back to play year 10s, I had a goalscoring debut at the B house, started work at psr, Hegarty had the party of the year and GOT MY FIRST A!(Not in Psychology although soon it will be) I've continued in role as chef's technical assistant (pot washer) at the star, O.B. has gone under the knife and I drove the bus.
Well last week there was some incredible drama especially on the train. What started out as a leisurely pee turned into full scale war on the train. As I just started the door began to slide open and anxious of someone walking in I frantically pressed the close button. The next thing I see is the Ticket man thrust his arm in the door while I'm peeing and force door open asking me if my bike was in the way. At this point the toilet door was at its fully open state and I was still peeing. Next Thing O.B and Tom Howard come storming in the toilet calling the ticket man a peado and all sorts all the while I'm still peeing. 3 other people in the loo with me while I'm peeing. A murderous looking ticket man + 2 others. Eventually ticket man walked off in a huff and I stood in shock after my ordeal.
Also last week the most dramatic case of mistaken identity took place. Its a stupidly long story so here are the short facts. We were playing text game. Choose to text Alex Ware. He didn't have my number. Dave gave me his number. To increase my chances of winning I posed as a fit girl that had gone on his facebook. Very unalex like however his text back was very modest. Also unalex like was the fact he said that his name was Dave and he wasn't hot. As you can imagine Dave was livid. Following many more texts and phone calls Alex was playing dumb. We checked numbers many times. Then at the station. The penny dropped. With a thud. I got the last 2 digits the wrong was round so was texting some randomer called Dave with all sorts. In the end when I thought it was Alex after he asked: any pics?' I said 'Alex its whitby. lol. you can have a pic of my cock if you want ;) x'
Yesterday there was an equally amazing moment! Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City. YES! Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City. Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City.Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City.Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City. Six Nil. All I can say is we gonna win the trophy cup!
JD Job Done, Job Done JD
22/11/2009
25/10/2009
this could be fun
Firstly today is dedicated to Callum as he is jetting of to St. Lucia with his girlfriend for a week. The jelous bones in my body a pumping. Secondally to my 2nd mother Tracey. To Grace and Emily. Finally however the biggest dedication has to go to the biggest most brilliant person in the world. If I could buy her a million pounds I would but I live in Goldsworth so she can dream on. A one in a billion. My 1st sister. Kelly.
Well Saturday began quite usually acctually. Mum shouting as per usual about mess here and mess there and the endless waves of my clothes that needed putting on hangers. As is the normal on Saturday though Tracey saved me and we made our way to Coulsdon to play a bit of football. We got there to find the smallest, grottiest, disgusting excuse for a dressing room. It was like being in one of those chicken farms when you are the chicken. Anyway we won 7-0 and I nearly came on out pitch.
Just for scott day I will write 'In the dressing room today ken told me he loved me.'
Then things got werid. The way home was a discussion of my love history. Fairly short but nevertheless quite dramatic. From Reception to Year 6 'relationships' to my awful lazytown adventures i've come a long way from the abusive countryfile/lazytown watcher. Then it was of to Epsom. Hegars taught me how to walk in the wind whilst still maintaining a high standad of hair. I unvieled a new style. I call it The Hegars Sidehawk.
All I will say is I didn't feel great afterwards. Plenty of drinks :D no cats!
Well Saturday began quite usually acctually. Mum shouting as per usual about mess here and mess there and the endless waves of my clothes that needed putting on hangers. As is the normal on Saturday though Tracey saved me and we made our way to Coulsdon to play a bit of football. We got there to find the smallest, grottiest, disgusting excuse for a dressing room. It was like being in one of those chicken farms when you are the chicken. Anyway we won 7-0 and I nearly came on out pitch.
Just for scott day I will write 'In the dressing room today ken told me he loved me.'
Then things got werid. The way home was a discussion of my love history. Fairly short but nevertheless quite dramatic. From Reception to Year 6 'relationships' to my awful lazytown adventures i've come a long way from the abusive countryfile/lazytown watcher. Then it was of to Epsom. Hegars taught me how to walk in the wind whilst still maintaining a high standad of hair. I unvieled a new style. I call it The Hegars Sidehawk.
All I will say is I didn't feel great afterwards. Plenty of drinks :D no cats!
11/10/2009
Freshers
Today is for the most amazing people. They know who they are and Mr Davis. Best blog in town.
Freshers was the night were I was meant to join the masses. The night that I was meant to have my ear pierced and then go hit Woking town. I backed out of ear piercing at the last minute and thought perhaps I'm better off going to do it at a professional place.
Freshers itself was not at all what I expected. I got there to see quite a nice looking place with different levels and not the sweat dripping from the cieling place I pictured in my mind. There was only one blip and predictably that came from my dickheadness. (if thats a word) Following a quick dance I went up the stairs to get a drink and completly stacked it. Once more a whole group of people were at the top of the stairs waiting for me to climb so my fall was in full veiw of about 20 people on top of the stairs and a few people behind me. Even worse I tried to make it stylish by getting on my feet and launching myself back up the stairs. Mistake.
In the end it was a decent night with more than I expected happening. On the way home however the nissan figaro appeared. The car of dreams to take us home. And that was that.
Sunday was work, work, work and more work.
Monday morning was problematic. Following Saturday's freshers Shane borrowed all my wax so I'm standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror thinking 'Shit! What am I going to do now!' No matter though. I had a plan. My year and a half old morrisons own brand gel will come to my rescue so I put it in. Oh dear. Not good. Looked at the time and cursed again before half washing it out and heading to college.
Monday was the day I found myself start to enjoy college. I couldn't believe it. I'm finally starting to grow up. And another amazing thing happened in media. I conquered photoshop! After 3 years and desperate attempts from Mrs O'brien to try and get me to learn it happened. I wasn't taught however there is a secret. To learn photoshop you must sit infront of it for hours and think like photoshop. Get into the mindset of photoshop and you will defeat it. Like me.
I think we can end on that dramatic note.
Winston vs Old Winstoners. 4.15. 3G Pitch. All teachers and all people wanted.
Friday 16th October.
Jd x
Freshers was the night were I was meant to join the masses. The night that I was meant to have my ear pierced and then go hit Woking town. I backed out of ear piercing at the last minute and thought perhaps I'm better off going to do it at a professional place.
Freshers itself was not at all what I expected. I got there to see quite a nice looking place with different levels and not the sweat dripping from the cieling place I pictured in my mind. There was only one blip and predictably that came from my dickheadness. (if thats a word) Following a quick dance I went up the stairs to get a drink and completly stacked it. Once more a whole group of people were at the top of the stairs waiting for me to climb so my fall was in full veiw of about 20 people on top of the stairs and a few people behind me. Even worse I tried to make it stylish by getting on my feet and launching myself back up the stairs. Mistake.
In the end it was a decent night with more than I expected happening. On the way home however the nissan figaro appeared. The car of dreams to take us home. And that was that.
Sunday was work, work, work and more work.
Monday morning was problematic. Following Saturday's freshers Shane borrowed all my wax so I'm standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror thinking 'Shit! What am I going to do now!' No matter though. I had a plan. My year and a half old morrisons own brand gel will come to my rescue so I put it in. Oh dear. Not good. Looked at the time and cursed again before half washing it out and heading to college.
Monday was the day I found myself start to enjoy college. I couldn't believe it. I'm finally starting to grow up. And another amazing thing happened in media. I conquered photoshop! After 3 years and desperate attempts from Mrs O'brien to try and get me to learn it happened. I wasn't taught however there is a secret. To learn photoshop you must sit infront of it for hours and think like photoshop. Get into the mindset of photoshop and you will defeat it. Like me.
I think we can end on that dramatic note.
Winston vs Old Winstoners. 4.15. 3G Pitch. All teachers and all people wanted.
Friday 16th October.
Jd x
08/10/2009
The Mystery
Well today is dedicated to detective Leech, emma fucking hibbert and Graaaaaaaaaceeee. Also to Christina. Perhaps Courtney can squeeze in there too.
Firstly everyone at Cobham were in shock today as training was cancelled. The conspiracy theorists were out in force with all sorts of rumours circulating such as moles invading the training pitch or manuel returning to finish his fence when a bird peaked him to death however all of those are indeed false. After intensive detective work leechy cracked it. A bird shat on the clubhouse which lead to the whole club blowing up...or not.
Today began with a free period and the agonising decision. When I don't start normal time its so difficult. Do I leave early for the station and risk getting there to early and sitting there bored or leave it as late as possible so I can get straight on the train however run the risk of missing the train. Well today I got it wrong and got there far to early. Allana and Ollie B didn't come till later so I was left however I wasn't on my own. When you have your phone you are never alone. Now if I could change my last name I would want it to begin with B. For example Ollie B. Its all about the B! Imagine Ollie K or Ollie O. It doesn't have the ring. I want the B suffix in my name. Danny B. I like it!
I had Psychology first and stupidly went off to P.E cause I thought I had that so I was a couple minutes late. My error was punished with my seat not being saved. :P. Grace however did save the backup chair for me so it was all good. Media and P.E followed with Emma Hibbert giving me brain waves and Aqib giving me a standing ovation. That was college. No drama. No drama means good day.
Firstly everyone at Cobham were in shock today as training was cancelled. The conspiracy theorists were out in force with all sorts of rumours circulating such as moles invading the training pitch or manuel returning to finish his fence when a bird peaked him to death however all of those are indeed false. After intensive detective work leechy cracked it. A bird shat on the clubhouse which lead to the whole club blowing up...or not.
Today began with a free period and the agonising decision. When I don't start normal time its so difficult. Do I leave early for the station and risk getting there to early and sitting there bored or leave it as late as possible so I can get straight on the train however run the risk of missing the train. Well today I got it wrong and got there far to early. Allana and Ollie B didn't come till later so I was left however I wasn't on my own. When you have your phone you are never alone. Now if I could change my last name I would want it to begin with B. For example Ollie B. Its all about the B! Imagine Ollie K or Ollie O. It doesn't have the ring. I want the B suffix in my name. Danny B. I like it!
I had Psychology first and stupidly went off to P.E cause I thought I had that so I was a couple minutes late. My error was punished with my seat not being saved. :P. Grace however did save the backup chair for me so it was all good. Media and P.E followed with Emma Hibbert giving me brain waves and Aqib giving me a standing ovation. That was college. No drama. No drama means good day.
07/10/2009
It's Back!
Nearly 4 months have passed since the last blog. Today is dedicated to Uncle Jurgen, Every Rousell, Every Rideout, Every palmer, Tom Howard, Ollie and Charlie B and AQQQIIIIIBBBB! Finally To Mr Crowley and Scotty Crowley for fixing the tap.
College has started and if there is one thing I have learnt in my short time at college it is that public transport is so shit. Firstly I have to pay an adult ticket until I get this railcard so it costs £3.90 unless I get a child ticket and sit in the toilet all journey. Do I get my moneys worth on the train? NO! No I don't. All I get is Nearly 4 quids worth of fluff on the seats. I've made no secret of the fact that at the moment I don't particularly like college. I'm pretty sure I will adapt and get used to it but every day is a mission. Get through the day.
My daily commute to college involves a cycling up past winston and then down towards brookwood. Uneventful unless its raining. Then you get to the queue of cars who are stuck at the traffic lights. Now I'm not sure weather its the fact they are stuck in traffic that makes them cross but they are the biggest collective group of dicks I've ever seen. Do they leave room for cyclist? No! I am motor crossing my bike down a grassy bank to try and get to college. Once I past that it is pretty uneventful again.
Last time I blogged I was unemployed but not anymore! I have 2 jobs. Pot-washer on Sunday and Coach on Monday.
My favorite lesson is probably media. Purely cause we've got Torres, a leek and AQIB! Unfortunately for me doing Media involves me reopening my relationship with the hateful photo shop. Could there be a more horrible thing. I've never been able to use it and bar a miracle I never will.
The last week has been appalling as far as football goes. You think Paul Robinson has a bad record a against Arsenal well that's nothing compared to mine against Woking. In the 2 Games I've let in 15 goals against them. 7 in one and 8 in the other. On the bright side, Jon Boardman was playing for Woking. Quite humbling.
Finally Thank you to Tracey for taking me to matches. Dan for helping me turn into Mourinho. Uncle Jurgs for sorting me out and Kelly and Emily, Life saving legends
JD Job Done x
End of Post
College has started and if there is one thing I have learnt in my short time at college it is that public transport is so shit. Firstly I have to pay an adult ticket until I get this railcard so it costs £3.90 unless I get a child ticket and sit in the toilet all journey. Do I get my moneys worth on the train? NO! No I don't. All I get is Nearly 4 quids worth of fluff on the seats. I've made no secret of the fact that at the moment I don't particularly like college. I'm pretty sure I will adapt and get used to it but every day is a mission. Get through the day.
My daily commute to college involves a cycling up past winston and then down towards brookwood. Uneventful unless its raining. Then you get to the queue of cars who are stuck at the traffic lights. Now I'm not sure weather its the fact they are stuck in traffic that makes them cross but they are the biggest collective group of dicks I've ever seen. Do they leave room for cyclist? No! I am motor crossing my bike down a grassy bank to try and get to college. Once I past that it is pretty uneventful again.
Last time I blogged I was unemployed but not anymore! I have 2 jobs. Pot-washer on Sunday and Coach on Monday.
My favorite lesson is probably media. Purely cause we've got Torres, a leek and AQIB! Unfortunately for me doing Media involves me reopening my relationship with the hateful photo shop. Could there be a more horrible thing. I've never been able to use it and bar a miracle I never will.
The last week has been appalling as far as football goes. You think Paul Robinson has a bad record a against Arsenal well that's nothing compared to mine against Woking. In the 2 Games I've let in 15 goals against them. 7 in one and 8 in the other. On the bright side, Jon Boardman was playing for Woking. Quite humbling.
Finally Thank you to Tracey for taking me to matches. Dan for helping me turn into Mourinho. Uncle Jurgs for sorting me out and Kelly and Emily, Life saving legends
JD Job Done x
End of Post
22/07/2009
The Century. 100 blog posts.
Since the last blog quite a lot has happened. It was my birthday. I proved to be the shining light during my debut out pitch for the youth team. I went for a character building test of patience to Maderia. I've played for the first team and on Friday going to Littlehampton in the FA Cup.
First off all for my birthday I didn't want much. All I wanted is a phone that works in my house which is on contract so I can actually call people and text people. Also being 16 is very odd. I can safely say that it has grown. My first 5 mins of being 16 were going so well until my ipod broke and is now broken. Now im 16 I can do many more things. I played the lottery thanks to Sam and got two numbers :D.
Anyway the 100th blog is dedicated to: The world record dedication holder Chris Rousell. Flask loving Leanne Sands. Emily 'Mountain' Raynes. Scott Crowley's knee. Hickseys Knee. To Amy's hair. To Pete 'messiah' Knight. To Uncle Jurgen.
Anyway its now August which is the 2nd worst month behind February. I still have no job and no money. Also I am beginning to worry about my exam results. I would rather live in blissful ignorance than find out I got Ds.
Anyway my 'holiday'. Not much to write. Went around seeing all different aunties and uncles. Drunk lots of coffee. Ate lots of meat. Spent all my money. On the last day I met Alex on the beach and spent the day there. Best day of the 'holiday' by a long way.
I got home at around 4.30 and was out the door again at 4.45 to play for the youth team only for it to be called off. Its safe to say I was a little cross.
Our 5 a side season came to an end and we finished second. We got a big trophy for our troubles too. That trophy meant a lot. After all the Auzzuri runner up trophy has pride of place on my shelve.
The song that puts you in the happiest mood :D TUUUUNNNNEEEE!
First off all for my birthday I didn't want much. All I wanted is a phone that works in my house which is on contract so I can actually call people and text people. Also being 16 is very odd. I can safely say that it has grown. My first 5 mins of being 16 were going so well until my ipod broke and is now broken. Now im 16 I can do many more things. I played the lottery thanks to Sam and got two numbers :D.
Anyway the 100th blog is dedicated to: The world record dedication holder Chris Rousell. Flask loving Leanne Sands. Emily 'Mountain' Raynes. Scott Crowley's knee. Hickseys Knee. To Amy's hair. To Pete 'messiah' Knight. To Uncle Jurgen.
Anyway its now August which is the 2nd worst month behind February. I still have no job and no money. Also I am beginning to worry about my exam results. I would rather live in blissful ignorance than find out I got Ds.
Anyway my 'holiday'. Not much to write. Went around seeing all different aunties and uncles. Drunk lots of coffee. Ate lots of meat. Spent all my money. On the last day I met Alex on the beach and spent the day there. Best day of the 'holiday' by a long way.
I got home at around 4.30 and was out the door again at 4.45 to play for the youth team only for it to be called off. Its safe to say I was a little cross.
Our 5 a side season came to an end and we finished second. We got a big trophy for our troubles too. That trophy meant a lot. After all the Auzzuri runner up trophy has pride of place on my shelve.
The song that puts you in the happiest mood :D TUUUUNNNNEEEE!
21/07/2009
Redknapp In Surprise £40m Move For Redknapp
Redknapp In Surprise £40m Move For Redknapp
Tottenham boss Harry Redknapp was at the centre of more questions about his transfer dealings this morning, when it emerged that his first high-profile capture of the summer would be Jamie Redknapp, his son, who is heading to White Hart Lane in a deal worth a reported £40 million. The transfer fee, one of the biggest in football history, has raised some eyebrows among commentators, not least because Redknapp does not currently play for any club, having retired in 2004-5 to concentrate on advertisements and laboured punditry. But Redknapp Sr. says there is 'nothing irregular' about the deal, mediated by agent Mark Redknapp, which will see the eight-figure sum paid directly by Spurs to Louise Nurding, Redknapp's wife. 'It was just convenient to do it that way,' said Redknapp, 'with us all having each other's numbers and that. Is this interview going to take long? I've got a couple of people to see down the Old Kent Road.'
When asked what he felt the retired Jamie could add to Spurs' midfield, Redknapp Sr. briefly looked even more tired than usual, his eyes disappearing altogether for more than ten seconds. 'He's just a tricky little player who can make things happen for you.' When it was put to him that Redknapp had not played at any level for three years, having been forced out of the game by a recurrence of some of the 3,405 injuries which plagued him throughout his career, the Spurs supremo fudged the question, muttering that Jamie had 'actually been playing for Wigan' since 2005: a claim which could not be countered as nobody could recall watching a Wigan game.
Jamie Redknapp was also evasive on the subject of the landmark transfer, saying: 'I'm not even joking, mate. You fuckers pay up the full amount by Monday or my old man's going to have one or two things to say, put it that way. What? Oh, sorry, I thought you was the boys from Nintendo.'
It's not the first time the man known to football fans simply as 'Harry', and to tax inspectors by a host of other names, has been subjected to scrutiny over his machinations in the transfer market. While at West Ham he attracted criticism for the mysterious signing of Marco Boogers, who made only two appearances for the Hammers, and in 2007-8 he was investigated by the FA after his wife Sandra joined Portsmouth as a right-winger on a £70,000-a-week contract.
20/07/2009
Knaphill Central 4-0 CCW
Second place on the cards for central.
Manager Sam Wells went for a stadium tour at Real Madrid and remarkably was signed on a 5 year deal so I stepped in to the managers job this week. Red faced Real president Florentino Perez issued a statement saying: 'He was milling aroud outside the ground so the we moved him inside to sign a contract,' 'Its a terrible misunderstanding but all new signings are good,' he added. "We thought he was a new signing because he was doing that thing with the scarf," spokesman Luis Villarejo explained.
With loan signing Shane Rideout joining the Knaphill crew to replace Sam an easy win was on the card and it started that way with a goal set up from the back. Whitby produced a delicate chip rolling back the years in the process to his outfielder days towards jon who in turn played the ball into rideout who lashed home. After Jacko amazingly missed from 2 yards with an open goal central fell apart. The gaffer decided to take off jack who's face was as red as his shirt after that howler ;). Bionic Legs geoff replaced him and performed well but couldnt stop endless pressure from CCW. Whitby made a good save from close range to prevent and equaliser and central got to the break 1-0 up.
Second half started similarly with Whitby making 2 or 3 vital saves until central ran riot. Bayliss ripped them apart with passing to rival Ian Selley, Chris Sharpling and many other greats. Central dominated and after the most spectacular own goal seen in 5 a side. I venomous drive into the top corner to make it 2-0. Jacko returned to the action and in the style of his idol Goma Lambu ran the other team ragged. CCW just couldn't keep the ball. After more great work from the man named after Woking Legend Shane Wye, Jon tapped in from close range before Rideout ran the pitch, rounded the keeper and scored. There was still time for Whitby to explore the CCW half with ball at my feet and Brad Bayliss to more than sting the fingertips of the CCW goalkeepr. Final score 4-0
Manager Sam Wells went for a stadium tour at Real Madrid and remarkably was signed on a 5 year deal so I stepped in to the managers job this week. Red faced Real president Florentino Perez issued a statement saying: 'He was milling aroud outside the ground so the we moved him inside to sign a contract,' 'Its a terrible misunderstanding but all new signings are good,' he added. "We thought he was a new signing because he was doing that thing with the scarf," spokesman Luis Villarejo explained.
With loan signing Shane Rideout joining the Knaphill crew to replace Sam an easy win was on the card and it started that way with a goal set up from the back. Whitby produced a delicate chip rolling back the years in the process to his outfielder days towards jon who in turn played the ball into rideout who lashed home. After Jacko amazingly missed from 2 yards with an open goal central fell apart. The gaffer decided to take off jack who's face was as red as his shirt after that howler ;). Bionic Legs geoff replaced him and performed well but couldnt stop endless pressure from CCW. Whitby made a good save from close range to prevent and equaliser and central got to the break 1-0 up.
Second half started similarly with Whitby making 2 or 3 vital saves until central ran riot. Bayliss ripped them apart with passing to rival Ian Selley, Chris Sharpling and many other greats. Central dominated and after the most spectacular own goal seen in 5 a side. I venomous drive into the top corner to make it 2-0. Jacko returned to the action and in the style of his idol Goma Lambu ran the other team ragged. CCW just couldn't keep the ball. After more great work from the man named after Woking Legend Shane Wye, Jon tapped in from close range before Rideout ran the pitch, rounded the keeper and scored. There was still time for Whitby to explore the CCW half with ball at my feet and Brad Bayliss to more than sting the fingertips of the CCW goalkeepr. Final score 4-0
Golf , World Exclusive Interview and painting
Today is dedicated to golf and Bradley
I hate golf. Not as badly as cricket but this week I found myself watching the open. I don't know why I watched. I just found it interesting that a 59 year old man could have a chance of winning. A 1000/1 outsider. This proves to me that it isn't a sport however like snooker I managed to lose myself watching the game. I even started to watch the build up and saw some past golf events and this Seve Ballesteros. The ultimate of human being. Anyway to my mind golf is the ultimate test of concentration and charecter with one bad shot resulting in heart break. The one thing that does slightly piss me off about golf is the people who watch it. They are the sort who go to watch Fulham. The sort who wear flat caps and chew on a stick of celery. The sort who work in an office drinking coffee until the weekend where they drive there Audi up to Scotland and watch the golf. They contribute to the game in no way at all.
Anyway onto me. I've been very good this week. To try and get money for some presents I have been doing house jobs and my latest one was painting and I'm a bit of a dab hand at painting if I don't say so myself. I was told to paint the shed and then started painting with the wrong paint. I stopped and started again and then to my horror my mum comes out screaming saying I've done a good job painting its just I've painted the whole of one side in think black oil. Eventually I got the right paint and set about painting the shed.
Once again this week I am Cappelo for the 5 a side team because Sam is away. I see myself more as a Harry Redknapp. Able to sign world beating players on a shoe string budget and this week. I have signed world player of the year. Valued by his club at around £75,000,000,000 however I have signed him for an undisclosed fee believed to be around £4.25 and a pack of wine gums. Rideout debuts for Knaphill Central at 6.30 today.
Knaphill Central Star, defensive rock Bradley Bayliss gave an interview for DanWhitbys Blog.
Whitby: 5 a side football is completely different to 11 a side. Did you find it hard to adapt at first?
Bradley: Yes it is tricky, but with the wise coaching from Daniel Whitby behind you, you soon get to grips with it.
Whitby: Last week you missed out due to work permit issues are you ready to seek retribution this week?
Bradley: Of course, I am raring to go. But a little glad I missed out on last weeks clash; didn't really fancy a knuckle sandwich for tea.
Whitby: With playing 5 a side comes HUGE media pressure what pre match routines do you have to cope?
Bradley: I start off the day with a nice relaxing 5 hours of call of duty, which gets me in the mood for battle and ready to face the challenge that awaits the team and I. After a Rivita mini for lunch, I sit down beside my bed and watch songs of praise to calm the nerves before getting the footy kit on and kissing the badge on my shirt. Then I choose socks with matching rings on them depending on what I'm wearing.
Whitby: Prediction for tonight?
Bradley: Hmmmm, 4-1 to us.
Also this week TOMMY HUTCH SIGNS! We really well piss the Blue Square South now. He loves us and we love him. Also we established Jake Ayres looks like Pie-face from Dennis the menace.
I hate golf. Not as badly as cricket but this week I found myself watching the open. I don't know why I watched. I just found it interesting that a 59 year old man could have a chance of winning. A 1000/1 outsider. This proves to me that it isn't a sport however like snooker I managed to lose myself watching the game. I even started to watch the build up and saw some past golf events and this Seve Ballesteros. The ultimate of human being. Anyway to my mind golf is the ultimate test of concentration and charecter with one bad shot resulting in heart break. The one thing that does slightly piss me off about golf is the people who watch it. They are the sort who go to watch Fulham. The sort who wear flat caps and chew on a stick of celery. The sort who work in an office drinking coffee until the weekend where they drive there Audi up to Scotland and watch the golf. They contribute to the game in no way at all.
Anyway onto me. I've been very good this week. To try and get money for some presents I have been doing house jobs and my latest one was painting and I'm a bit of a dab hand at painting if I don't say so myself. I was told to paint the shed and then started painting with the wrong paint. I stopped and started again and then to my horror my mum comes out screaming saying I've done a good job painting its just I've painted the whole of one side in think black oil. Eventually I got the right paint and set about painting the shed.
Once again this week I am Cappelo for the 5 a side team because Sam is away. I see myself more as a Harry Redknapp. Able to sign world beating players on a shoe string budget and this week. I have signed world player of the year. Valued by his club at around £75,000,000,000 however I have signed him for an undisclosed fee believed to be around £4.25 and a pack of wine gums. Rideout debuts for Knaphill Central at 6.30 today.
Knaphill Central Star, defensive rock Bradley Bayliss gave an interview for DanWhitbys Blog.
Whitby: 5 a side football is completely different to 11 a side. Did you find it hard to adapt at first?
Bradley: Yes it is tricky, but with the wise coaching from Daniel Whitby behind you, you soon get to grips with it.
Whitby: Last week you missed out due to work permit issues are you ready to seek retribution this week?
Bradley: Of course, I am raring to go. But a little glad I missed out on last weeks clash; didn't really fancy a knuckle sandwich for tea.
Whitby: With playing 5 a side comes HUGE media pressure what pre match routines do you have to cope?
Bradley: I start off the day with a nice relaxing 5 hours of call of duty, which gets me in the mood for battle and ready to face the challenge that awaits the team and I. After a Rivita mini for lunch, I sit down beside my bed and watch songs of praise to calm the nerves before getting the footy kit on and kissing the badge on my shirt. Then I choose socks with matching rings on them depending on what I'm wearing.
Whitby: Prediction for tonight?
Bradley: Hmmmm, 4-1 to us.
Also this week TOMMY HUTCH SIGNS! We really well piss the Blue Square South now. He loves us and we love him. Also we established Jake Ayres looks like Pie-face from Dennis the menace.
12/07/2009
My Top 7 songs. (At the moment)
My top 7 favorite songs at the moment. To be honest it could be in any order and thats why I did top 7 because I couldn't decide on a top 5. Anyway here it is.
Number 7:
Number 6:
Number 5:
Number 4:
Number 3:
Number 2: Just the happiest song in the world
Number 1: Man in the Mirror
Number 7:
Number 6:
Number 5:
Number 4:
Number 3:
Number 2: Just the happiest song in the world
Number 1: Man in the Mirror
Last 3 days and Parties :D
Today is dedicated to Sam Palmer who saved Saturday night and made it pretty spectacular. Uncle Jurgen AND ROBBIE WILSOOOON!!!
Thursday was the day that finally me and Jack got our epic tennis encounter underway. The first set was anything but tight with Jack racing into a 4-1 lead however I gritted my teeth and got it back to 5-5. I had now devised a great plan to beat him and it was to expose his height. This worked so well I went 6-5 up and was a game away from the first set. Unfortunately Jack held serve and forced a tie break. You could get the tension with a knife. The capacity crowd included a tramp asleep on the park bench and mothers pushing there children around couldn't bare to watch. It was probably more the mothers walking well away from us due to my loud cursing and the trap was asleep facing the other way. Buoyed by the crowd support, i fed off it and racing into a 5-2 lead in the tie break. 5-2 turned into 5-3 which turned into 5-4 and after and epic point 6-4. Two set points. From there it was all downhill as jack took the tie break 11-13 after 6 or 7 wind assisted shots. In the end Jack won 7-6, 6-4, 6-3 however for me it was like playing a 3 year old at football. I know I was far better than him and not wanting to make him upset I'm let him win. Simple.
Anyway 3 hrs of tennis left me pretty much broken for pre season training. That was hard.
Friday was a day which was full of Jack celebrating his fluke victory however it was Emma's surprise party to in the evening. Unfortunately due to a match the next day I was forced to being sober. Other than a cheeky shot each for me and Shane.
Onto Saturday's match and after one of the funniest dressing rooms ever we got out to warm up. I borrowed Jurgens gloves which were really good. I was quite pleased with myself. Despite the odd slip up as there generally is with me I played well and made some good saves. The match was all build up for Callum and Tash's engagement party though. I didn't bring any clothes so I went home with Sam and got changed and walked up to the Palmers. Emily then vandalised my facebook before we left to go. I got in the back seats and as I went to shut the boot I slipped and fell out the car. This sort of set the tone for the rest of the night. There were a couple of very notable incidents that included the stand and slippery surface however there is no need to get caught up on little details. It was a great night.
Thats pretty much that :D
JD X
End of post
Thursday was the day that finally me and Jack got our epic tennis encounter underway. The first set was anything but tight with Jack racing into a 4-1 lead however I gritted my teeth and got it back to 5-5. I had now devised a great plan to beat him and it was to expose his height. This worked so well I went 6-5 up and was a game away from the first set. Unfortunately Jack held serve and forced a tie break. You could get the tension with a knife. The capacity crowd included a tramp asleep on the park bench and mothers pushing there children around couldn't bare to watch. It was probably more the mothers walking well away from us due to my loud cursing and the trap was asleep facing the other way. Buoyed by the crowd support, i fed off it and racing into a 5-2 lead in the tie break. 5-2 turned into 5-3 which turned into 5-4 and after and epic point 6-4. Two set points. From there it was all downhill as jack took the tie break 11-13 after 6 or 7 wind assisted shots. In the end Jack won 7-6, 6-4, 6-3 however for me it was like playing a 3 year old at football. I know I was far better than him and not wanting to make him upset I'm let him win. Simple.
Anyway 3 hrs of tennis left me pretty much broken for pre season training. That was hard.
Friday was a day which was full of Jack celebrating his fluke victory however it was Emma's surprise party to in the evening. Unfortunately due to a match the next day I was forced to being sober. Other than a cheeky shot each for me and Shane.
Onto Saturday's match and after one of the funniest dressing rooms ever we got out to warm up. I borrowed Jurgens gloves which were really good. I was quite pleased with myself. Despite the odd slip up as there generally is with me I played well and made some good saves. The match was all build up for Callum and Tash's engagement party though. I didn't bring any clothes so I went home with Sam and got changed and walked up to the Palmers. Emily then vandalised my facebook before we left to go. I got in the back seats and as I went to shut the boot I slipped and fell out the car. This sort of set the tone for the rest of the night. There were a couple of very notable incidents that included the stand and slippery surface however there is no need to get caught up on little details. It was a great night.
Thats pretty much that :D
JD X
End of post
The last 3 days :D Parties :D
Today is dedicated to Sam Palmer who saved Saturday night and made it pretty spectacular. Uncle Jurgen AND ROBBIE WILSOOOON!!!
Thursday was the day that finally me and Jack got our epic tennis encounter underway. The first set was anything but tight with Jack racing into a 4-1 lead however I gritted my teeth and got it back to 5-5. I had now devised a great plan to beat him and it was to expose his height. This worked so well I went 6-5 up and was a game away from the first set. Unfortunately Jack held serve and forced a tie break. You could get the tension with a knife. The capacity crowd included a tramp asleep on the park bench and mothers pushing there children around couldn't bare to watch. It was probably more the mothers walking well away from us due to my loud cursing and the trap was asleep facing the other way. Buoyed by the crowd support, i fed off it and racing into a 5-2 lead in the tie break. 5-2 turned into 5-3 which turned into 5-4 and after and epic point 6-4. Two set points. From there it was all downhill as jack took the tie break 11-13 after 6 or 7 wind assisted shots. In the end Jack won 7-6, 6-4, 6-3 however for me it was like playing a 3 year old at football. I know I was far better than him and not wanting to make him upset I'm let him win. Simple.
Anyway 3 hrs of tennis left me pretty much broken for pre season training. That was hard.
Friday was a day which was full of Jack celebrating his fluke victory however it was Emma's surprise party to in the evening. Unfortunately due to a match the next day I was forced to being sober. Other than a cheeky shot each for me and Shane.
Onto Saturday's match and after one of the funniest dressing rooms ever we got out to warm up. I borrowed Jurgens gloves which were really good. I was quite pleased with myself. Despite the odd slip up as there generally is with me I played well and made some good saves. The match was all build up for Callum and Tash's engagement party though. I didn't bring any clothes so I went home with Sam and got changed and walked up to the Palmers. Emily then vandalised my facebook before we left to go. I got in the back seats and as I went to shut the boot I slipped and fell out the car. This sort of set the tone for the rest of the night. There were a couple of very notable incidents that included the stand and slippery surface however there is no need to get caught up on little details. It was a great night.
Thats pretty much that :D
JD X
End of post
Thursday was the day that finally me and Jack got our epic tennis encounter underway. The first set was anything but tight with Jack racing into a 4-1 lead however I gritted my teeth and got it back to 5-5. I had now devised a great plan to beat him and it was to expose his height. This worked so well I went 6-5 up and was a game away from the first set. Unfortunately Jack held serve and forced a tie break. You could get the tension with a knife. The capacity crowd included a tramp asleep on the park bench and mothers pushing there children around couldn't bare to watch. It was probably more the mothers walking well away from us due to my loud cursing and the trap was asleep facing the other way. Buoyed by the crowd support, i fed off it and racing into a 5-2 lead in the tie break. 5-2 turned into 5-3 which turned into 5-4 and after and epic point 6-4. Two set points. From there it was all downhill as jack took the tie break 11-13 after 6 or 7 wind assisted shots. In the end Jack won 7-6, 6-4, 6-3 however for me it was like playing a 3 year old at football. I know I was far better than him and not wanting to make him upset I'm let him win. Simple.
Anyway 3 hrs of tennis left me pretty much broken for pre season training. That was hard.
Friday was a day which was full of Jack celebrating his fluke victory however it was Emma's surprise party to in the evening. Unfortunately due to a match the next day I was forced to being sober. Other than a cheeky shot each for me and Shane.
Onto Saturday's match and after one of the funniest dressing rooms ever we got out to warm up. I borrowed Jurgens gloves which were really good. I was quite pleased with myself. Despite the odd slip up as there generally is with me I played well and made some good saves. The match was all build up for Callum and Tash's engagement party though. I didn't bring any clothes so I went home with Sam and got changed and walked up to the Palmers. Emily then vandalised my facebook before we left to go. I got in the back seats and as I went to shut the boot I slipped and fell out the car. This sort of set the tone for the rest of the night. There were a couple of very notable incidents that included the stand and slippery surface however there is no need to get caught up on little details. It was a great night.
Thats pretty much that :D
JD X
End of post
09/07/2009
Top 5 best saves of all time
Barthez vs. Liverpool
Peter Schmeichel for Man City Vs. Liverpool
David Seaman claws the ball out
Kuszczak unbelievable save
Bogdan Lombont. The greatest save.
Peter Schmeichel for Man City Vs. Liverpool
David Seaman claws the ball out
Kuszczak unbelievable save
Bogdan Lombont. The greatest save.
08/07/2009
08/07/09 I hate cricket
Today I was meant to be writing about my crushing defeat of Jacko in tennis however the start of the worst and most boring 'sporting' series in the world meant he had to stay in and watch that. I mean does anyone watch cricket outside of Surrey? Maybe one or two people but by law they must have a comb over. How can people watch it? The same thing happens over and over again. What possessed someone to invent a sport where you stand in front of 3 sticks with a plank of wood in hand? Then you get all these tribal dances when someone appeals for LBW. I can just about understand what is good about 20/20 cricket because its over quickly and the players actually whack the ball but test cricket is unbearable. Could someone please tell me how it is interesting about it. It ruins my sky sports news in the morning which is full of the ashes score and what channel its on. 'Sky sports 1 and HD one', 'Watch the cricket in glorious High Definition' is all I hear. NO! I would rather watch Songs of Praise or Prime Ministers questions in HD. I nearly said Countryfile but that's going to far. I've been to a cricket club and whilst attempting to have a go at the game is far better than watching it, that is only because all the people with comb overs and stumps so far up there arse they walk like ducks got cross with me cause I was noisy, crap and pretty much every sentence ended with: What am I doing here?
Well anyway onto today and I made my first smoothie as recommended my Jurgen. After I successfully cooked last week I was feeling buoyant at the prospect of making a smoothie. I mean how hard could it be? With advice from Jurgen I did banana and I got out my blender, cut 3 bananas into small chunks and then stuck them in. To put it bluntly I made a huge mess and all bits of smoothie came out the little hole in the blender. It was to bannanary. So I put lots of sugar and maple syrup in. Then it tasted of banana horribleness. That wasn't even the worst of it. The shire sight of it made me ill. I can only describe it as erupting, bubbling cement. It was all grey and horrible. To be fair to it when I got used to the taste it wasn't to bad so alls well that ends well.
Spot the difference
That's pretty much that
JD X
End of post
More Pre - Season and Cricket
Today is dedicated to JURGEN!
I will start with some terrible news. Pete's van is sick. :(
Today was meant to be the day that I destroyed Jacko at tennis however the monsoon rain postponed it. My prediction is 6-0 6-0 6-1. Purely 6-1 cause I would give him a game at the end.
Pre season training is now in full swing. Pete has retired from fitness duties and handed it to Callum. Last week was painful but this week... Well. Anyway before all that was making saves. In the first couple of sessions I can safely say I was cooking on calor gas. Whitby was flying left and right as if he was drinking red bull. Then it was off to callum and after last week I was genuinely scared of doing the fitness and after watching everyone else it didn't really help my fears. It was a mix of shuttle sprints, squat thrusts, knees to chest and punishments. The last placed team had to do punishments and I always seemed to do the punishments except the one that we had to do 15 marine press ups. When I got home I tried one and immediately regretted saying I would do 50 marine press ups if I'm not on top form on Thursday. It was murder. I could barely stand up. Then I went over for more goalkeeping and I couldn't see. I had black spots and fuzzyness. I got in the clubhouse for a well earned toastie and made our way home. Mark Mcendrick ran out of petrol outside a petrol station that was shut which is pretty bitter so Pete went to pick him up and get him some petrol from somewhere else. Then I went home.
The ashes started today. I hope the is rain for every single day it is on. So then the ashes doesn't happen. It ruins everything. Sky Sports News is now vandalized with ashes updates and all kinds of useless ashes facts. I don't care who wins. Its not even a sport. It is a game for the upper classes. Like hunting. I hate it hate it hate it.
I will start with some terrible news. Pete's van is sick. :(
Today was meant to be the day that I destroyed Jacko at tennis however the monsoon rain postponed it. My prediction is 6-0 6-0 6-1. Purely 6-1 cause I would give him a game at the end.
Pre season training is now in full swing. Pete has retired from fitness duties and handed it to Callum. Last week was painful but this week... Well. Anyway before all that was making saves. In the first couple of sessions I can safely say I was cooking on calor gas. Whitby was flying left and right as if he was drinking red bull. Then it was off to callum and after last week I was genuinely scared of doing the fitness and after watching everyone else it didn't really help my fears. It was a mix of shuttle sprints, squat thrusts, knees to chest and punishments. The last placed team had to do punishments and I always seemed to do the punishments except the one that we had to do 15 marine press ups. When I got home I tried one and immediately regretted saying I would do 50 marine press ups if I'm not on top form on Thursday. It was murder. I could barely stand up. Then I went over for more goalkeeping and I couldn't see. I had black spots and fuzzyness. I got in the clubhouse for a well earned toastie and made our way home. Mark Mcendrick ran out of petrol outside a petrol station that was shut which is pretty bitter so Pete went to pick him up and get him some petrol from somewhere else. Then I went home.
The ashes started today. I hope the is rain for every single day it is on. So then the ashes doesn't happen. It ruins everything. Sky Sports News is now vandalized with ashes updates and all kinds of useless ashes facts. I don't care who wins. Its not even a sport. It is a game for the upper classes. Like hunting. I hate it hate it hate it.
06/07/2009
Made me laugh
While looking for a job I came across this. Made my laugh.
This is an actual job application from a 17 year old boy to McDonalds, and he got the job for being so honest and funny.
Name: *******
Sex: Not yet I'm saving myself for the right person.
Desired position: Company's President/Vice President. But seriously, whatever's available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be applying here in the first place.
Desired Salary: $185,000 a year plus stock option and should it not work out - a Michael Ovitz style severance package. Seriously, make an offer and we can haggle.
Education: Yes
Last position held: Target for middle management hostility.
Salary: Less than I am worth.
Most notable achievement: My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it pads.
Reason for leaving: It sucked.
Hours available to work: Any.
Preferred hours: 1.30 - 3.30pm (with 1/2 hour lunch break). Monday ,
Tuesday & Thursday only.
Do you have any special skills? Yes, but they're better suited to a more
intimate environment.
May we contact your current employer - If I had one, would I be here?
Do you have any physical conditions that would prohibit you from lifting up to 50 lbs? Of what?
Do you have a car - I think the more appropriate question here would be "Do you have a car that runs?"
Have you received any special awards or recognition? I may already be a winner of the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstake.
Do you smoke? On the job - no, during breaks yes.
What would you like to be doing in five years? - Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy sexy super model blonde, who thinks I am the best thing since sliced bread. - There again I'd like to be doing that now.
DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE? - Yes, Absolutely.
Sign Here: Aries.
This is an actual job application from a 17 year old boy to McDonalds, and he got the job for being so honest and funny.
Name: *******
Sex: Not yet I'm saving myself for the right person.
Desired position: Company's President/Vice President. But seriously, whatever's available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be applying here in the first place.
Desired Salary: $185,000 a year plus stock option and should it not work out - a Michael Ovitz style severance package. Seriously, make an offer and we can haggle.
Education: Yes
Last position held: Target for middle management hostility.
Salary: Less than I am worth.
Most notable achievement: My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it pads.
Reason for leaving: It sucked.
Hours available to work: Any.
Preferred hours: 1.30 - 3.30pm (with 1/2 hour lunch break). Monday ,
Tuesday & Thursday only.
Do you have any special skills? Yes, but they're better suited to a more
intimate environment.
May we contact your current employer - If I had one, would I be here?
Do you have any physical conditions that would prohibit you from lifting up to 50 lbs? Of what?
Do you have a car - I think the more appropriate question here would be "Do you have a car that runs?"
Have you received any special awards or recognition? I may already be a winner of the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstake.
Do you smoke? On the job - no, during breaks yes.
What would you like to be doing in five years? - Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy sexy super model blonde, who thinks I am the best thing since sliced bread. - There again I'd like to be doing that now.
DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE? - Yes, Absolutely.
Sign Here: Aries.
The house is still standing!
Saturday was epic. It was the day I was going to cook. When I told my mum the first thing she said was don't burn the house down.
Anyway first things first. The epic tennis match. The battle of the blogs. The clash of the titans. Rooster Vs. Whitby. We arrived at Winston at 12 however due to the capacity crowd unable to fit in (and the courts being full)we went to the leisure centre for the start of the match. Unfortunately my confidence was slightly misplaced as Chris won the first set 6-1. I wasn't having this so I uped my game a as soon as the forehand began to click Chris was a broken man and I took the second set 6-3. I was really storming and then powered to a 6-2 win in the third set. I became over confident again and it was 3-2 to Chris when the capacity crowd could no longer fit in the leisure centre (we were chucked out) and we went back to Winston. The mecca of tennis with all its history. The atmosphere was electric and Chris raced into a 5-2 lead on the new surface. I was let down by the fact that I don't have whats known as 'soft hands'. I was down but by no means out and I started to get going again and I forced I tie break. The tie break turned into a slog from the back of the court with Chris burnt to a crisp and me shattered and broken. Finally with one last forehand it was all over and I had taken victory. 1-6, 6-3, 6-2, 7-6.
The times described my performance on the front page as a 'tour de force' and 'awe inspiring' The daily mail reported 'He is a true hero. I triumph over adversity' and my favorite from the new of the world 'Dan's destiny train steamrolls rousell who is powerless to resist as he is left battered and bruised in a cloud of ash'
Moving on it was time to cook. Chris, Jacko, Kelly and Emily were due at 5.30 for some Michelin star food. It was all going very well. The chicken was in the oven and my cheesecake was made. Unfortunately the pasta took longer than we thought and everyone was waiting for a bit until we ate. To summarise it was shockingly good. Nothing burned. There was no fire. There was a mess but no stains. Amazing.
Anyway first things first. The epic tennis match. The battle of the blogs. The clash of the titans. Rooster Vs. Whitby. We arrived at Winston at 12 however due to the capacity crowd unable to fit in (and the courts being full)we went to the leisure centre for the start of the match. Unfortunately my confidence was slightly misplaced as Chris won the first set 6-1. I wasn't having this so I uped my game a as soon as the forehand began to click Chris was a broken man and I took the second set 6-3. I was really storming and then powered to a 6-2 win in the third set. I became over confident again and it was 3-2 to Chris when the capacity crowd could no longer fit in the leisure centre (we were chucked out) and we went back to Winston. The mecca of tennis with all its history. The atmosphere was electric and Chris raced into a 5-2 lead on the new surface. I was let down by the fact that I don't have whats known as 'soft hands'. I was down but by no means out and I started to get going again and I forced I tie break. The tie break turned into a slog from the back of the court with Chris burnt to a crisp and me shattered and broken. Finally with one last forehand it was all over and I had taken victory. 1-6, 6-3, 6-2, 7-6.
The times described my performance on the front page as a 'tour de force' and 'awe inspiring' The daily mail reported 'He is a true hero. I triumph over adversity' and my favorite from the new of the world 'Dan's destiny train steamrolls rousell who is powerless to resist as he is left battered and bruised in a cloud of ash'
Moving on it was time to cook. Chris, Jacko, Kelly and Emily were due at 5.30 for some Michelin star food. It was all going very well. The chicken was in the oven and my cheesecake was made. Unfortunately the pasta took longer than we thought and everyone was waiting for a bit until we ate. To summarise it was shockingly good. Nothing burned. There was no fire. There was a mess but no stains. Amazing.
03/07/2009
July!
July. By far the best month of the year. The month of my Birthday. Now I am going to be 16 so everyone knows what they can give me. The month of June has been a fairly big one. Finished Exams, Had the prom and after prom, got a job, lost a job, signed out of school and most importantly dossed.
Anyway sorry again for long delay between blogs. From now there will be know more delays. Today is dedicated to the teachers who have taught me at Winston.
Well on Monday the 5 a side team produced a sintillating victory to dispose of O'Wala team. That was after I cycled straight from Pirbright to GWP to get there on time. Tuesday was a phenomenal day and I got new clothes. I was very pleased with myself. Apart from the jeans that I acctually choose everything else was good. Then we got the bus to the Lye and went there.
Thursday involved a spectacular trip to the lido where time stood still as alex ware flew belly first into the pool. The whole pool watched as everyone followed in his footsteps. I got the bus to the station and the train to guildford. I hate public transport and buses in particular. Are all bus drivers tossers? I mean on my way to the station I'm trying to prove that i'm 15. I AM 15! So he gives me an adult ticket. This happened last week to so this time I stood my ground and thought this bus isn't going unless I get my child ticket. So he said he can refuse me entry to the bus if I don't get in. I hate buses. I hate bus drivers. Normally I don't mind trains but yesterday. Well. I was at guildford and it wouldn't go. So it was delayed for ages and ages while they got a new train. Then me and Sam got in the train and listen to my ipod and phone respectivly. Well because we were in the quiet zone we could listen to it. Luckily Woking was the first station so I got up and in the process of that bashed my head on a shelve. The whole carrige held in there laugh as much as the could until one man burst out laughing. Red faced I walked out and went home. Then it was off to Cobham. Thankfully the messiah Pete Knight waited for me and we went to Cobham. When I was told Pete wasn't doing the running this week I thought it would be good news. Good news until I found out Callum was doing it instead. After training many words come to mine. Knackered isn't really strong enough. Mega tired doesn't do it justice. Only one word can discribe how I was feeling and it began with F and ended with ED with part of duck inbetween.
On Saturday all eyes will be on the tennis. The pinicle of any tennis season. A sporting phenomem. The hottest ticket in town. Thousand will flock to watch. The Daily Mail describe it as: 'the match of the century'. The day I come out of retirement and play Chris Rousell. Dubbed by the News of the World as: 'Ground Breaking, Innovative and spectacular.' you can guarentee blood, sweat and tears. From Chris. In a Thirty Nine page preview pull out in the Daily Star the match up was described as 'The Clash of The Titans.' 'A battle of the blogs.'
JD X
End of post
Anyway sorry again for long delay between blogs. From now there will be know more delays. Today is dedicated to the teachers who have taught me at Winston.
Well on Monday the 5 a side team produced a sintillating victory to dispose of O'Wala team. That was after I cycled straight from Pirbright to GWP to get there on time. Tuesday was a phenomenal day and I got new clothes. I was very pleased with myself. Apart from the jeans that I acctually choose everything else was good. Then we got the bus to the Lye and went there.
Thursday involved a spectacular trip to the lido where time stood still as alex ware flew belly first into the pool. The whole pool watched as everyone followed in his footsteps. I got the bus to the station and the train to guildford. I hate public transport and buses in particular. Are all bus drivers tossers? I mean on my way to the station I'm trying to prove that i'm 15. I AM 15! So he gives me an adult ticket. This happened last week to so this time I stood my ground and thought this bus isn't going unless I get my child ticket. So he said he can refuse me entry to the bus if I don't get in. I hate buses. I hate bus drivers. Normally I don't mind trains but yesterday. Well. I was at guildford and it wouldn't go. So it was delayed for ages and ages while they got a new train. Then me and Sam got in the train and listen to my ipod and phone respectivly. Well because we were in the quiet zone we could listen to it. Luckily Woking was the first station so I got up and in the process of that bashed my head on a shelve. The whole carrige held in there laugh as much as the could until one man burst out laughing. Red faced I walked out and went home. Then it was off to Cobham. Thankfully the messiah Pete Knight waited for me and we went to Cobham. When I was told Pete wasn't doing the running this week I thought it would be good news. Good news until I found out Callum was doing it instead. After training many words come to mine. Knackered isn't really strong enough. Mega tired doesn't do it justice. Only one word can discribe how I was feeling and it began with F and ended with ED with part of duck inbetween.
On Saturday all eyes will be on the tennis. The pinicle of any tennis season. A sporting phenomem. The hottest ticket in town. Thousand will flock to watch. The Daily Mail describe it as: 'the match of the century'. The day I come out of retirement and play Chris Rousell. Dubbed by the News of the World as: 'Ground Breaking, Innovative and spectacular.' you can guarentee blood, sweat and tears. From Chris. In a Thirty Nine page preview pull out in the Daily Star the match up was described as 'The Clash of The Titans.' 'A battle of the blogs.'
JD X
End of post
28/06/2009
Winston Churchill Prom Night 2009
Dedicated to Scrivener's prom.
In the morning I woke up with the sense of occasion. What will I get up to? How will I get home? Will there be an after party? Who will be prom king and queen?
Well the getting ready process started at about 4 30 where I packed all my things and headed to Langy's. The first drama of the day was a pretty major one. I put my shirt on and went to do up the sleeve to find there was no button. There simply wasn't one. It turns out I needed cuff links. I managed to get some. Then the next drama was equally very big. I decided I should have a cravat and went to put it on and thought, How the hell does this work. I went around the parents and nobody new. It just had to be me with the tie that nobody knew how to do. In the end google was my friend and Kath and Karen saved me.
Things weren't going well and then we were served another slice of disappointment. The already late limo got held up and would be even later. So we did some pictures and then when the limo came at 8:15, 45mins after the prom had started, we went straight to bisley. Now by this time I was in a foul mood. My hired waist coast was already missing two buttons buttons when another fell off in the limo. Now I was cross and then we were given some pink fizzy stuff instead of champagne. It was shaping up to be a long, long night and it got even better. As we were so late we arrived at Bisley to the sum total of 7 people. 5 of them from Louis' family. Not quite the fanfare entrance. At the entrance door I was then searched by Mr Scrivener. That was an odd experience to say the least.
Anyway things were on the up. We had got to the prom! I was in such and mood I wasn't expecting much but as it happens the prom was quality. Really quality. I was now buoyant. Especially since I was in a mood and when I'm in a mood I normally stay in one. The only minor thing was it being like a Microwave inside. Amazingly and pretty spectacular from my point of view I got 4 dances from the 3 slow songs. The Prom King was Zohib and Queen was Chloe Harris. Then the music stopped and we had to go outside to watch fireworks. Now I was expecting a Catherine wheel attached to a tree or one of them little fizzer things that your next door neighbour has but the fireworks were amazing. The really were good. 10 minutes of fireworks which I've got to say was better than the Ripley Bonfire fireworks. It was incredible. Still reeling from shock we went back in for the last few songs and then it was all over. Prom was done. Mr Scrivener sir you organised a superb prom. Cheers.
Thank you everyone.
Due to Karls after party being cancelled a couple weeks ago there was chaos as to where we would go. In the end we went to Brookwood. It was quality and a great way to end the night.
JD x
End of post
In the morning I woke up with the sense of occasion. What will I get up to? How will I get home? Will there be an after party? Who will be prom king and queen?
Well the getting ready process started at about 4 30 where I packed all my things and headed to Langy's. The first drama of the day was a pretty major one. I put my shirt on and went to do up the sleeve to find there was no button. There simply wasn't one. It turns out I needed cuff links. I managed to get some. Then the next drama was equally very big. I decided I should have a cravat and went to put it on and thought, How the hell does this work. I went around the parents and nobody new. It just had to be me with the tie that nobody knew how to do. In the end google was my friend and Kath and Karen saved me.
Things weren't going well and then we were served another slice of disappointment. The already late limo got held up and would be even later. So we did some pictures and then when the limo came at 8:15, 45mins after the prom had started, we went straight to bisley. Now by this time I was in a foul mood. My hired waist coast was already missing two buttons buttons when another fell off in the limo. Now I was cross and then we were given some pink fizzy stuff instead of champagne. It was shaping up to be a long, long night and it got even better. As we were so late we arrived at Bisley to the sum total of 7 people. 5 of them from Louis' family. Not quite the fanfare entrance. At the entrance door I was then searched by Mr Scrivener. That was an odd experience to say the least.
Anyway things were on the up. We had got to the prom! I was in such and mood I wasn't expecting much but as it happens the prom was quality. Really quality. I was now buoyant. Especially since I was in a mood and when I'm in a mood I normally stay in one. The only minor thing was it being like a Microwave inside. Amazingly and pretty spectacular from my point of view I got 4 dances from the 3 slow songs. The Prom King was Zohib and Queen was Chloe Harris. Then the music stopped and we had to go outside to watch fireworks. Now I was expecting a Catherine wheel attached to a tree or one of them little fizzer things that your next door neighbour has but the fireworks were amazing. The really were good. 10 minutes of fireworks which I've got to say was better than the Ripley Bonfire fireworks. It was incredible. Still reeling from shock we went back in for the last few songs and then it was all over. Prom was done. Mr Scrivener sir you organised a superb prom. Cheers.
Thank you everyone.
Due to Karls after party being cancelled a couple weeks ago there was chaos as to where we would go. In the end we went to Brookwood. It was quality and a great way to end the night.
JD x
End of post
22/06/2009
Virtua Tennis 2009. My Idols, Pirbright and 5 a side
Its that time of the year with Wimbledon coming up and its time to get your racket out or in my case by a tennis game. I had a choice between Topspin 3 and Virtua Tennis 2009. After playing both demos I decided to buy topspin but as I had a 5 pound HMV voucher left over from Christmas I went there and they didn't do Topspin so I got Virtua Tennis.
I don't ask much from a game. Some reasonable excitement and time passing enjoyment. Virtua Tennis is very poor. The career mode is stupidly easy to begin with and it takes ages to go up through the ranks. You start off on the amateur tour at 100 and go up 2 ranks at a time. All the events are repetitive and you can't enter some tournaments because you are wearing the wrong clothes. E.G. Fancy dress How do you get fancy dress on it? Will you have to do these stupid mini games. It's very tacky and very poor. Completely underwhelming and going back to the shop. 45/100. The game only becomes challenging when you get to rank 20 and above but even then its still easy. Bad game. Unlicensed so its even more tacky and tinpot.
Anyway I was doing some thinking about who my idols are. Who I aspire to be like and to be honest its a bit sad. The first one was Neil Smith. A hero and still is. Wore his heart on his sleeve and made me love football for what it is. My second is Ben Foster. He is the best british Goalkeeper. The third is Jeff Stelling. Stelling's wit and warm personality has been the driving force behind the ever-increasing popularity of Gillette Soccer Saturday. The one liner king. Anyway number 4 is Federer because he is the best and most gracious champion. My fifth idol is Jurgen. I want to be as good as him.
Once again I returned to Pirbright and it was a good day. I lost track of time and then from Pirbright cycled straight to 5 a side. I was Cappelo for the day and with a squad of 6 set about toppling second place. It finished 3-3 all and we were quite lucky acctually but we remain set for promotion.
To finish Two videos
Jeff Stelling. The legend.On a show that should be terrible.
Neil Smith, story of a legend:
JD X
End of post
I don't ask much from a game. Some reasonable excitement and time passing enjoyment. Virtua Tennis is very poor. The career mode is stupidly easy to begin with and it takes ages to go up through the ranks. You start off on the amateur tour at 100 and go up 2 ranks at a time. All the events are repetitive and you can't enter some tournaments because you are wearing the wrong clothes. E.G. Fancy dress How do you get fancy dress on it? Will you have to do these stupid mini games. It's very tacky and very poor. Completely underwhelming and going back to the shop. 45/100. The game only becomes challenging when you get to rank 20 and above but even then its still easy. Bad game. Unlicensed so its even more tacky and tinpot.
Anyway I was doing some thinking about who my idols are. Who I aspire to be like and to be honest its a bit sad. The first one was Neil Smith. A hero and still is. Wore his heart on his sleeve and made me love football for what it is. My second is Ben Foster. He is the best british Goalkeeper. The third is Jeff Stelling. Stelling's wit and warm personality has been the driving force behind the ever-increasing popularity of Gillette Soccer Saturday. The one liner king. Anyway number 4 is Federer because he is the best and most gracious champion. My fifth idol is Jurgen. I want to be as good as him.
Once again I returned to Pirbright and it was a good day. I lost track of time and then from Pirbright cycled straight to 5 a side. I was Cappelo for the day and with a squad of 6 set about toppling second place. It finished 3-3 all and we were quite lucky acctually but we remain set for promotion.
To finish Two videos
Jeff Stelling. The legend.On a show that should be terrible.
Neil Smith, story of a legend:
JD X
End of post
20/06/2009
The greatest moment in football. ever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KejwqhLDeOs
After this is the worlds quickest pitch evasion. The referee is bundled. A player who didn't even play for Calisle made sure Calisle stayed up. Jimmy Glass. The greatest moment in football.
Full blog below.
After this is the worlds quickest pitch evasion. The referee is bundled. A player who didn't even play for Calisle made sure Calisle stayed up. Jimmy Glass. The greatest moment in football.
Full blog below.
17/06/2009
16th June. Pre Season. Matheletics and other happenings
Today is dedicated to Sam Petters although I don't know why. To Abbey's phone and to Abbey. Finally to Tracey's, Sam's and Jane's after training food.
Again its been ages since the last blog. Very sorry. Anyway in the past week connor mcloud learnt that calor gas is not to be messed with. Cobham Pre season training was hard. Youth team training was funny and my work is being refurbished so my brief job as the chef's technical assistant (Washer upper) is over. Once again I am unemployed.
Tuesday was pre season training. Hell on earth was one way of describing it. The infamous square and all other aspects of fitness however. Cometh the moment. With the brazilian ball at my feet. Skillfully rounding the assistant manager to stunned shock of myself and I got so excited I then lost the ball. Another highlight of was the new training food. Jacket Potato and beans which I managed to spread all over the the table; Burgers, hot dogs and my personal favorite the cheese and ham toastie. Also Abbey Palmers phone games past the after training time.
Thursday was off to Winston to help out the maths department. Standing in goal with balls getting smashed at you. It was great fun. Two goal set up. One with Odgie in and the other with me. Two ice cold buckets behind each goal and it was all good. I then went to out to lunch and got lunch and I sat around until 1 30 until I had to stand around and get balls smashed at me again. The evening was Cobham training and the now infamous van journey with Pete. Foods now ticked of my list to eat are apple pies, cucumber, porridge with jam and bananas. I will also share my favorite joke from the fan journey. 'It was inevitable Ronaldo would follow Kaka to Madrid, A Brazilian is always followed by an irritating cunt' Training itself was hard and I was well and truly cream crakered. Keeper training with King Jurgen was good and I was so tired I couldn't talk. Good thing for Jurgs.
Friday was a very sad day. My last day as the chefs technical assistant at my job at the university of Surrey. Due to the refurbishment everything had to be moved. So it meant an extra 2 hours of work and hard work at that. I got straight home and went to Pete's for Cobham youth training. The day of the cuts and I was looking forward to seeing everyones face when the got told yay or nay. I was playing out pitch cause it was just 2 5 a side games of football. I didn't do my best because I didn't want to show everyone up however there was still room for the Whitby turn and the brand new frank flip learnt on Tuesday. Mark and Matt were left more than red faced as I strutted my stuff. Obviously I fell over the ball a couple of times because I've got to let the others look good and then that was that. A good week.
Today I will share MY top 4 moments of 2008-09 season. Sport.
4:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_VdCYaKJ2A&feature=channel_page Woking's first win of the season. It had to go in.
3: Federer wins French Open
2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=io8t2CHGNb4 Usain Bolt's crazy 100m in 9.69. A world record.
1: I don't like golf and I didn't watch it at all but to come back with one leg and playing through the amazing pain is unbelievable.
Finally. A spot the difference to finish!
Again its been ages since the last blog. Very sorry. Anyway in the past week connor mcloud learnt that calor gas is not to be messed with. Cobham Pre season training was hard. Youth team training was funny and my work is being refurbished so my brief job as the chef's technical assistant (Washer upper) is over. Once again I am unemployed.
Tuesday was pre season training. Hell on earth was one way of describing it. The infamous square and all other aspects of fitness however. Cometh the moment. With the brazilian ball at my feet. Skillfully rounding the assistant manager to stunned shock of myself and I got so excited I then lost the ball. Another highlight of was the new training food. Jacket Potato and beans which I managed to spread all over the the table; Burgers, hot dogs and my personal favorite the cheese and ham toastie. Also Abbey Palmers phone games past the after training time.
Thursday was off to Winston to help out the maths department. Standing in goal with balls getting smashed at you. It was great fun. Two goal set up. One with Odgie in and the other with me. Two ice cold buckets behind each goal and it was all good. I then went to out to lunch and got lunch and I sat around until 1 30 until I had to stand around and get balls smashed at me again. The evening was Cobham training and the now infamous van journey with Pete. Foods now ticked of my list to eat are apple pies, cucumber, porridge with jam and bananas. I will also share my favorite joke from the fan journey. 'It was inevitable Ronaldo would follow Kaka to Madrid, A Brazilian is always followed by an irritating cunt' Training itself was hard and I was well and truly cream crakered. Keeper training with King Jurgen was good and I was so tired I couldn't talk. Good thing for Jurgs.
Friday was a very sad day. My last day as the chefs technical assistant at my job at the university of Surrey. Due to the refurbishment everything had to be moved. So it meant an extra 2 hours of work and hard work at that. I got straight home and went to Pete's for Cobham youth training. The day of the cuts and I was looking forward to seeing everyones face when the got told yay or nay. I was playing out pitch cause it was just 2 5 a side games of football. I didn't do my best because I didn't want to show everyone up however there was still room for the Whitby turn and the brand new frank flip learnt on Tuesday. Mark and Matt were left more than red faced as I strutted my stuff. Obviously I fell over the ball a couple of times because I've got to let the others look good and then that was that. A good week.
Today I will share MY top 4 moments of 2008-09 season. Sport.
4:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_VdCYaKJ2A&feature=channel_page Woking's first win of the season. It had to go in.
3: Federer wins French Open
2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=io8t2CHGNb4 Usain Bolt's crazy 100m in 9.69. A world record.
1: I don't like golf and I didn't watch it at all but to come back with one leg and playing through the amazing pain is unbelievable.
Finally. A spot the difference to finish!
11/06/2009
My first proper day of work
Today is dedicated Farm Town and my neighbours :D Also to Leanne. If she does see this then she will be happy.
Firstly sorry for going a week without a blog. I've been massivly busy so I shall try and make up for it.
The past week included my first proper day of work. Working at the university of Surrey washing up and chopping things at an oriental resturant. Hours from 11 till 3.30 twice a week and its not to bad but as ever with me there were one or two dramas on my first day. There was a sink full of murky horrible water and I walked around the kitchen picking up lots of pots and pans and then dropped them into the sink. At which point water flew into the air and completly soaked, from head to toe, one of my work collegues. I can safley say he wasn't best pleased. Other than that I dropped a few things and spilled a few things but nothing to bad. My final job of the day was mopping the floor. If I'm honest it could have gone better. Due to my feeble, ailing, frail attempts at mopping the floor, I missed my train home by 20mins due to having to stay until I did it properly. Luckily I missed the train by so much I didn't have to wait long until the next train.
Saturday was an early start for me and it was off to play in a charity tournement with Timmy and brothers plus two others. We got there and our first game was within 5mins so we didn't do much in the shape of a warm up. We drew our first game 2-2 after being 1-0 and 2-1 up. Tim hit the post in the last minute. What happened next illustrated my disliking of tournements. We waited another matches to go on again in a game we won 3-1. Then we waited even more with most teams on there 4th games. In the end we finished our games with 3wins, 2 draws and 1 defeat. Now how hard can it be to organize who plays who in the quater finals. Well it was fixed so the organizers team, who were put in the easiest group, played the worst qualifing team. They kept changing who played who and we waited a full 1hour 30mins till the quater final. During the gap i recieced a text from Mark telling me the cougars presentation was at 1 30 on that day. It was 12.30 when I recieved this text. We werw knocked out the Quarter final against the run of play and then it was off to the pub.
I got dropped off at the hermitage school because according to Rooster there was a FREE BBQ! I arrived and found out the sum total of 5 people turned up from our team! 5 PEOPLE! Anyway it was a good afternoon and we had a long talk with paul.
Sunday was off to Pirbright green again with my A game and some shop money. It was good times indeed.
Now to finish, and this is not a rant but these people who walk around with these headscarfs where all you can see is there eyes really get on my nerves. Its not a question of race but if people aren't allowed to wear hoddies in some areas how do people get away with wearing those scarfs. Its the same principle. I am far more intimidated seeing people with those scarfs were all you can see is there eyes other than somebody wearing a hoddie. The fact that they are allowed and hoddies not is hyporcricy at its highest.
JD X
End of post
Firstly sorry for going a week without a blog. I've been massivly busy so I shall try and make up for it.
The past week included my first proper day of work. Working at the university of Surrey washing up and chopping things at an oriental resturant. Hours from 11 till 3.30 twice a week and its not to bad but as ever with me there were one or two dramas on my first day. There was a sink full of murky horrible water and I walked around the kitchen picking up lots of pots and pans and then dropped them into the sink. At which point water flew into the air and completly soaked, from head to toe, one of my work collegues. I can safley say he wasn't best pleased. Other than that I dropped a few things and spilled a few things but nothing to bad. My final job of the day was mopping the floor. If I'm honest it could have gone better. Due to my feeble, ailing, frail attempts at mopping the floor, I missed my train home by 20mins due to having to stay until I did it properly. Luckily I missed the train by so much I didn't have to wait long until the next train.
Saturday was an early start for me and it was off to play in a charity tournement with Timmy and brothers plus two others. We got there and our first game was within 5mins so we didn't do much in the shape of a warm up. We drew our first game 2-2 after being 1-0 and 2-1 up. Tim hit the post in the last minute. What happened next illustrated my disliking of tournements. We waited another matches to go on again in a game we won 3-1. Then we waited even more with most teams on there 4th games. In the end we finished our games with 3wins, 2 draws and 1 defeat. Now how hard can it be to organize who plays who in the quater finals. Well it was fixed so the organizers team, who were put in the easiest group, played the worst qualifing team. They kept changing who played who and we waited a full 1hour 30mins till the quater final. During the gap i recieced a text from Mark telling me the cougars presentation was at 1 30 on that day. It was 12.30 when I recieved this text. We werw knocked out the Quarter final against the run of play and then it was off to the pub.
I got dropped off at the hermitage school because according to Rooster there was a FREE BBQ! I arrived and found out the sum total of 5 people turned up from our team! 5 PEOPLE! Anyway it was a good afternoon and we had a long talk with paul.
Sunday was off to Pirbright green again with my A game and some shop money. It was good times indeed.
Now to finish, and this is not a rant but these people who walk around with these headscarfs where all you can see is there eyes really get on my nerves. Its not a question of race but if people aren't allowed to wear hoddies in some areas how do people get away with wearing those scarfs. Its the same principle. I am far more intimidated seeing people with those scarfs were all you can see is there eyes other than somebody wearing a hoddie. The fact that they are allowed and hoddies not is hyporcricy at its highest.
JD X
End of post
10/06/2009
It's all over
Today is dedicated to Mr Davis and the pink tie.
First of all I was told that the blog is getting dull and boring by someone mentioned above . So what better way to interest people than controversy. When I think of controversy all I can think of is something big that will get me in trouble so instead of looking for controversy I shall hope that controversy comes looking for me. Rooster's arguement with a BNP fan on his blog tripled the amount of hits on his blog. The thing were Russel Brand called someones granddaughter a slut or something along those lines made the granddaughter and the grandfather famous. So much so that with a bit of research I believe the grandfather's name was Andrew Sachs. A little known actor before the incident and the granddaughter Georgina Baillie who seems to have done some form of modelling which some people will find interesting to say the least. Google images.
Onto my day. The last exam and the last time I will don the Winston Churchill school uniform. Unfortunately it was physics which I am not very good at and was not looking forward to. Mr Anslow was starting the exam and whilst at any other time I would have been delighted to see him I wish he wasn't doing our exam. He makes me laugh uncontrollably and holding it in was making my guts hurt. Thankfully he didn't say the famous words because I wouldn't have been able to hold it in. Anyway as expected the exam was hard. Very, very hard. I had just finished the exam and then I saw Mr Davis who said the blog was getting boring. BORING! BORING! Well. On the Mr Davis theme I must admit his words were ringing in my ears on Tuesday's Geography exam. How?, Why?, So What?, People work and development and the every lesson lines such as: Charlotte!!!, I'm calling your mum Tanya!, Maxwell, The Dale exchanges, Georgia!!! and shut it Whitby. My personal all time favorite 'Tough ti... I nearly said titties then ... O I just did!' All of which smoothly guided me to what I think is a confident B in Geography. I was very pleased with myself. Both exams were fairly breezy and I am confident. Can't say the same about the other GCSEs though.
The day ended with Cobham training and me showing off my outfield skills and watching England smash Andorra in the bar afterwards. Those Andorrans are dirty f***ers but I suppose I would be if I was so s**t.
JD X
End of Post
First of all I was told that the blog is getting dull and boring by someone mentioned above . So what better way to interest people than controversy. When I think of controversy all I can think of is something big that will get me in trouble so instead of looking for controversy I shall hope that controversy comes looking for me. Rooster's arguement with a BNP fan on his blog tripled the amount of hits on his blog. The thing were Russel Brand called someones granddaughter a slut or something along those lines made the granddaughter and the grandfather famous. So much so that with a bit of research I believe the grandfather's name was Andrew Sachs. A little known actor before the incident and the granddaughter Georgina Baillie who seems to have done some form of modelling which some people will find interesting to say the least. Google images.
Onto my day. The last exam and the last time I will don the Winston Churchill school uniform. Unfortunately it was physics which I am not very good at and was not looking forward to. Mr Anslow was starting the exam and whilst at any other time I would have been delighted to see him I wish he wasn't doing our exam. He makes me laugh uncontrollably and holding it in was making my guts hurt. Thankfully he didn't say the famous words because I wouldn't have been able to hold it in. Anyway as expected the exam was hard. Very, very hard. I had just finished the exam and then I saw Mr Davis who said the blog was getting boring. BORING! BORING! Well. On the Mr Davis theme I must admit his words were ringing in my ears on Tuesday's Geography exam. How?, Why?, So What?, People work and development and the every lesson lines such as: Charlotte!!!, I'm calling your mum Tanya!, Maxwell, The Dale exchanges, Georgia!!! and shut it Whitby. My personal all time favorite 'Tough ti... I nearly said titties then ... O I just did!' All of which smoothly guided me to what I think is a confident B in Geography. I was very pleased with myself. Both exams were fairly breezy and I am confident. Can't say the same about the other GCSEs though.
The day ended with Cobham training and me showing off my outfield skills and watching England smash Andorra in the bar afterwards. Those Andorrans are dirty f***ers but I suppose I would be if I was so s**t.
JD X
End of Post
07/06/2009
7th June
Firstly I would like to welcome everyone to the Rolls Royce of blogs and enjoy today's spectacular feast of blog.
Today is dedicated to Amyyyyy the one and only pirbright girl. Also to Jack's jubblies
Today is the first edition in a series of articles by the little man himself called Jack's Jubblies. Read further for details.
I woke up this morning to a lot of noise. Lots of laughing and lots of talking. I was not having this and I went downstairs to see my Auntie and Uncle from Guensey had come. I didn't know they were coming and I had been woken up loud talking. So slightly grumpily I went to pour myself Cherrios and while talking I missed to bowl. My mood was worsening however when everyone went to town and I was all alone in my nice quiet house I was happier. Next I proceeded to beat Brad at fifa. I stunning performance from my Villa lads as I trounced Brad's Arsenal 3-1. Better was still to come. The enigma that is Akeel. With his glory hunting bunch of Man U dream team tossers and my little old normal villa team. Obviously I won however its not the winning its the rubbing it in. So much so Akeel could take no more a block me on msn. Mission accomplished. I think I might have got a little over confident and later suffered defeats to Webby on Pens and Bradley 2-0.
Today was my second adventure to Pirbright and this time it really was an adventure. The journey is perfect until the Brookwood traffic lights. Little old me and my bike were sitting in the road at the red light with cars all behind me. I pedaled away as fast as I could but as always these tosser drivers are so impatient so in a bad but bold move i slowed down. The next set of lights leading onto Cemetery Pales forces me to cut across the traffic so when I did I became even more unpopular with these drivers. Anyway I got onto cemetery pales in one piece but leaving cemetery pales in one piece would be another achievement. I cycled down the dead straight road with walls either side of me separated from the road by a small grass mound with dead people either side of me and cars flying past me at 50mph. It was scary and cars were literally inches away. I got to the picturesque Pirbright green and luckily for me I brought my A game, my boots, my gloves and shop money. Tom H, Ollie Fullbrook and Jacko just couldn't find a way past until... A moment of inspiration. Either that or he had drugs in his bag that he had just taken. Jack scored the most incredible goal I have ever seen. Ollie F smashed the ball in the air toward Jack who kneed the ball (Probably by accident) into the air then kicked the ball up and then smashed and unstoppable thunderbolt towards my goal. Who thought someone so small could do that. I thought the sun had got to me.
JACKS JUBBLIES
Today was a good day in fact, a great day. Whitby and the boys came down to the sleepy village of Pirbright, whitby was on form but could not stop some of the scintillators I was producing one in particular was the 30 yard volley that went top corner. Anyway that's enough of my spectacular volleys and onto more important matters. The wonderful village of Pirbright. My home village. Nothing happens in Pirbright. It's kind of boring. We have Pirbright green. The heartbeat of the village that has now been blessed twice by Whitby. This Saturday the sleepy village of Pirbright will come together in celebration. Of Hollywood Scarecrows. The Pirbright green is already in the shadow of Chewbaker and on Saturday a whole host of other celebrities.
Finally I must apologise for my unprovoked scathing attack on another blog yesterday.
JD X
End of post
Today is dedicated to Amyyyyy the one and only pirbright girl. Also to Jack's jubblies
Today is the first edition in a series of articles by the little man himself called Jack's Jubblies. Read further for details.
I woke up this morning to a lot of noise. Lots of laughing and lots of talking. I was not having this and I went downstairs to see my Auntie and Uncle from Guensey had come. I didn't know they were coming and I had been woken up loud talking. So slightly grumpily I went to pour myself Cherrios and while talking I missed to bowl. My mood was worsening however when everyone went to town and I was all alone in my nice quiet house I was happier. Next I proceeded to beat Brad at fifa. I stunning performance from my Villa lads as I trounced Brad's Arsenal 3-1. Better was still to come. The enigma that is Akeel. With his glory hunting bunch of Man U dream team tossers and my little old normal villa team. Obviously I won however its not the winning its the rubbing it in. So much so Akeel could take no more a block me on msn. Mission accomplished. I think I might have got a little over confident and later suffered defeats to Webby on Pens and Bradley 2-0.
Today was my second adventure to Pirbright and this time it really was an adventure. The journey is perfect until the Brookwood traffic lights. Little old me and my bike were sitting in the road at the red light with cars all behind me. I pedaled away as fast as I could but as always these tosser drivers are so impatient so in a bad but bold move i slowed down. The next set of lights leading onto Cemetery Pales forces me to cut across the traffic so when I did I became even more unpopular with these drivers. Anyway I got onto cemetery pales in one piece but leaving cemetery pales in one piece would be another achievement. I cycled down the dead straight road with walls either side of me separated from the road by a small grass mound with dead people either side of me and cars flying past me at 50mph. It was scary and cars were literally inches away. I got to the picturesque Pirbright green and luckily for me I brought my A game, my boots, my gloves and shop money. Tom H, Ollie Fullbrook and Jacko just couldn't find a way past until... A moment of inspiration. Either that or he had drugs in his bag that he had just taken. Jack scored the most incredible goal I have ever seen. Ollie F smashed the ball in the air toward Jack who kneed the ball (Probably by accident) into the air then kicked the ball up and then smashed and unstoppable thunderbolt towards my goal. Who thought someone so small could do that. I thought the sun had got to me.
JACKS JUBBLIES
Today was a good day in fact, a great day. Whitby and the boys came down to the sleepy village of Pirbright, whitby was on form but could not stop some of the scintillators I was producing one in particular was the 30 yard volley that went top corner. Anyway that's enough of my spectacular volleys and onto more important matters. The wonderful village of Pirbright. My home village. Nothing happens in Pirbright. It's kind of boring. We have Pirbright green. The heartbeat of the village that has now been blessed twice by Whitby. This Saturday the sleepy village of Pirbright will come together in celebration. Of Hollywood Scarecrows. The Pirbright green is already in the shadow of Chewbaker and on Saturday a whole host of other celebrities.
Finally I must apologise for my unprovoked scathing attack on another blog yesterday.
JD X
End of post
06/06/2009
Adam's Brunch
Seeing as it was so spectacular I thought it best to remove it from the main blog (below)and give it its own page. Adam invited to me over for revision and brunch and to be honest I was more looking forward to the revision and worried about shitting myself in the exam or throwing up undercooked bacon on my paper. Well on the menu was a English breakfast however my allergies were hampering so egg was replaced by fried potatoes. The cooking process itself went very painlessly and there were no cut of fingers and burnt things or anything on fire. It was going to well. As I took my plate to the table. I gingerly tucked in and to my surprise it wasn't just edible but it was quite tasty. Fortunately for the blog readers and my own amusement as I began to eat all hell broke lose around me. John sat down in the dining and Adam very sensibly left his plate full of dinner on the turned on hob! He went to pick it up and ran into the dinning room with a plate so hot the bean were boiling on screaming 'HOR HOR HOR HOR HOR HOOOT!' He dropped the plate on the table mat in front of John and as a result, due to the searing heat, the plate subsequently smashed. This resulted in some cursing and Adam picking up a shard of plate and once again screaming ' HOR HOR HOR HOR HOR HOOOOOOOOOT!' This time even louder and then he rushed back to the kitchen and put the shard on the surfaces. As Adam was seeing to his burn there was still a broken plate with beans flowing onto the table mat in front of john. A wounded Adam returned to clear the plate and transported the rest of the breakfast onto a fresh and intact plate that had not been left on the hob. As attention turned back to the food I was once again pleasantly surprised. There were Beans, Potatoes, Bacon, Toast, Mushrooms and Tomatoes all of which was edible and nice.
Also coming up in future blogs: Clarky's Corner and a possible return of THE CHEESY ADDITION!
Also coming up in future blogs: Clarky's Corner and a possible return of THE CHEESY ADDITION!
Friday and Saturday
Today is dedicated to record holder Roostaaar and our invented sport. Furthermore my blog is far superior to his so much so that I am not going to my waste time, the one or two readers time or bandwith putting in a link. To Pete for the van journeys and general amusement. Finally to Mark who is going to get his own special paragraph.
Ok Friday and the final piece of German I ever have to do. Why the test was 30mins I don't know. Everybody was done in 10mins and looking around. It was like a minute silence with nobody daring to speak. When the 30mins of boredom was up the examiner said pens down everyone and stop writing. There was not a sound. Pens were already down a books were already shut. In the evening it was Cobham training and the weekly van journey with Pete. This week we were joined by rooster. We made our way there and were told to pump balls up. Obviously we interpreted this as take a ball and go play wall ball against the dressing room. It was an epic game of first to 15 and with a monumental point, that I won, which involved me running on the pitch and leaping over fences and running in and out of the car park. It was 15-14. When Pete came back however he was not amused. The balls were mainly flat and water bottles not filled. Chris and I filled them in record time and then it was off to training. As we were doing the warm up the wonderful melody of 'DAN WHITBY GET HERE NOW!!!' was screamed across the training pitches and as I went over to see what I had done Pete asked me to go get the poles. I thought whats all this and as Chris was also summoned to go get the poles we decided to venture across the pitch to get them. Bad idea. Anyway the rest of training was eventful but unremarkable and Adam and I trekked to Brookwood.
Next we are going to talk about someone who claims to play football. I don't think putting your foot through the ball counts but he claims to be a footballer. He has the pace of Usain Bolt 3 times over (Detect Sarcasm). Also this person who claims to play football and has the pace of Usain Bolt 3 times over seems to have ginger hair when is sunny and when his hair is brutally gelled or wet it turns brown. How can this be? This boy is also a very out going person ... I think I will turn this into a rooster riddle of guess the person. He is quite big. Very unfit. Has ginger hair and can't play football. (Its not John Hartson). He is used to be known as tin man. He has donned such nicknames as skidmark, bookmark, denmark, mark 1 tank, primark, birthmark, landmark, MARKet place and my personal favorite 20mins. It's better than 10 seconds I suppose. Anyway he has been playing at his level all his life however now he wants to play for another team. Yet he is inspirational leader. What will cougars do without there leader. They will be like a boat with no rudder. Nobody to drive them to victory. Anyway his search for a new team has gone just as we all expected with his rejection from Fleet after one look at him. Now I am not going to name names because i'm not that sort of harsh boy but next time Mark says my blog is slipping he can have a whole page of this :P.
Anyway moving swiftly on to Saturday and a very boring uneventful day. I got up later the usual and my first action of the day was watching England. Oh my word they were as bad as Setanta's coverage so with them 2-0 up at half time I went and tidied my room. Boring Saturday
JD x
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Ok Friday and the final piece of German I ever have to do. Why the test was 30mins I don't know. Everybody was done in 10mins and looking around. It was like a minute silence with nobody daring to speak. When the 30mins of boredom was up the examiner said pens down everyone and stop writing. There was not a sound. Pens were already down a books were already shut. In the evening it was Cobham training and the weekly van journey with Pete. This week we were joined by rooster. We made our way there and were told to pump balls up. Obviously we interpreted this as take a ball and go play wall ball against the dressing room. It was an epic game of first to 15 and with a monumental point, that I won, which involved me running on the pitch and leaping over fences and running in and out of the car park. It was 15-14. When Pete came back however he was not amused. The balls were mainly flat and water bottles not filled. Chris and I filled them in record time and then it was off to training. As we were doing the warm up the wonderful melody of 'DAN WHITBY GET HERE NOW!!!' was screamed across the training pitches and as I went over to see what I had done Pete asked me to go get the poles. I thought whats all this and as Chris was also summoned to go get the poles we decided to venture across the pitch to get them. Bad idea. Anyway the rest of training was eventful but unremarkable and Adam and I trekked to Brookwood.
Next we are going to talk about someone who claims to play football. I don't think putting your foot through the ball counts but he claims to be a footballer. He has the pace of Usain Bolt 3 times over (Detect Sarcasm). Also this person who claims to play football and has the pace of Usain Bolt 3 times over seems to have ginger hair when is sunny and when his hair is brutally gelled or wet it turns brown. How can this be? This boy is also a very out going person ... I think I will turn this into a rooster riddle of guess the person. He is quite big. Very unfit. Has ginger hair and can't play football. (Its not John Hartson). He is used to be known as tin man. He has donned such nicknames as skidmark, bookmark, denmark, mark 1 tank, primark, birthmark, landmark, MARKet place and my personal favorite 20mins. It's better than 10 seconds I suppose. Anyway he has been playing at his level all his life however now he wants to play for another team. Yet he is inspirational leader. What will cougars do without there leader. They will be like a boat with no rudder. Nobody to drive them to victory. Anyway his search for a new team has gone just as we all expected with his rejection from Fleet after one look at him. Now I am not going to name names because i'm not that sort of harsh boy but next time Mark says my blog is slipping he can have a whole page of this :P.
Anyway moving swiftly on to Saturday and a very boring uneventful day. I got up later the usual and my first action of the day was watching England. Oh my word they were as bad as Setanta's coverage so with them 2-0 up at half time I went and tidied my room. Boring Saturday
JD x
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04/06/2009
A good day
The dedications are back and today is dedicated to the king of kings. He spawned cheeeeeze the geeeeze, the one and only. Take a bow Nod Cheeseman. Also today is dedicated to palmtree for the small amusement I received in the hall after the exam XD.
I will start off with a brief look back on yesterday. I went to explore new territory and brought new life to the sleepy village of Pirbright. I want to live there :(. I just have to go to the celebrity scarecrow day. I've seen the chewbacker.:D Anyway we played a bit of football and Whitby was all over it. As to be expected really. Anyway after a quick kick about it was off to the Oxtoby's for a guided tour. Apart from the occasinal dirty Chelsea thing it was cool stuff. Then I got beaten on Fifa by jack brother. My players just didn't turn up. Then I had one on Mandy's jubblies. They were nice. Then it was hardcore revision and a phone call to Clarkinho. Then with the sun falling I made my way home down the infamous cematry pales.
Well back to today and it didn't look good on paper. Chemistry exam in the morning. 1hr 30min english exam in the afternoon. It turned out to be quite alright. Foundation is so incredibly easy that anyone who can read will get at least a D cause all the answers are there. You just need the ability to read. Anyway with that over Max and Louis came back to mine between exams and watch Jonny English. They know every word and I catching up! They then did my hair beautifly however according to the official Whitby hair judges it is a close third behind Emily and Kellys doing of my hair and Hegars' complete new look. Well then we returned to school and me and pintsize went to see Clarky. I couldnt give him my present but we wished him well and we got exam tips. I got in the exam and it was surprizingly enjoyable. I was amazed. I was proud of my headline for the article. I got alleteration, Rhetorical Question and metaphor all in to words. COSMOPOLITAN COUNTRYSIDE? I was proud.
The rest of the day fizzled out into ammusing but unremarkable moments.
JD X
End of post
I will start off with a brief look back on yesterday. I went to explore new territory and brought new life to the sleepy village of Pirbright. I want to live there :(. I just have to go to the celebrity scarecrow day. I've seen the chewbacker.:D Anyway we played a bit of football and Whitby was all over it. As to be expected really. Anyway after a quick kick about it was off to the Oxtoby's for a guided tour. Apart from the occasinal dirty Chelsea thing it was cool stuff. Then I got beaten on Fifa by jack brother. My players just didn't turn up. Then I had one on Mandy's jubblies. They were nice. Then it was hardcore revision and a phone call to Clarkinho. Then with the sun falling I made my way home down the infamous cematry pales.
Well back to today and it didn't look good on paper. Chemistry exam in the morning. 1hr 30min english exam in the afternoon. It turned out to be quite alright. Foundation is so incredibly easy that anyone who can read will get at least a D cause all the answers are there. You just need the ability to read. Anyway with that over Max and Louis came back to mine between exams and watch Jonny English. They know every word and I catching up! They then did my hair beautifly however according to the official Whitby hair judges it is a close third behind Emily and Kellys doing of my hair and Hegars' complete new look. Well then we returned to school and me and pintsize went to see Clarky. I couldnt give him my present but we wished him well and we got exam tips. I got in the exam and it was surprizingly enjoyable. I was amazed. I was proud of my headline for the article. I got alleteration, Rhetorical Question and metaphor all in to words. COSMOPOLITAN COUNTRYSIDE? I was proud.
The rest of the day fizzled out into ammusing but unremarkable moments.
JD X
End of post
02/06/2009
01/06/2009
1st of June.
Today is dedicated to the world beating awe inspiring hair saving Palmtree and the life saving, life giving, hair saving and queen of everything miss Kelly Rideout.
It was maths exam part 2 today and I was bricking it. My preparation hadn't exacly gone plan. The night before I had a thumping headache thanks to moulding paint and I was pissing out my arse most likley thanks to the BBQ. Cheers Pete :D. Well my fears proved unfounded and the exam was ok and mentally painless however the same could not be said physically. I had a horrible cold and cause I was so nervous and had sweaty palms I couldn't twist the lid of my drink and when I tried to do it with my blazer it spilt so I was covered in water. Next pain was towards the end of the test. I was childishly playing with my rubber and compass and while I was holding the rubber it split leaving the tip of the compass to fly into my finger. I let out a quiet yelp as I bled over my test paper.
I got home and settled down to some crazy taxi. It's addictive and should come with a health warning and a don't play if your doing gcses warning. Anyway my high score was smashed and I was pleased with myself. Next it was off to the Rideouts for some geography revision/sunbath/pick shanes clothes/sort my hair/tour of the unexplored upstairs/iron. It was a bumped afternoon with EMILY EVERYWHERE and KELLY EVERYWHERE. Well it all started with a bit of Geography before watching Palmtree cut a strip of grass for the first time. Then I recieved a guided tour of the upstairs and packed trophy room. My hair got sorted and everyone else got ready to go for a meal.
Monday means 5 a side but not today. The other team didn't turn up so we got a 4-0 win by default.
Thats that
JD x
End of post
It was maths exam part 2 today and I was bricking it. My preparation hadn't exacly gone plan. The night before I had a thumping headache thanks to moulding paint and I was pissing out my arse most likley thanks to the BBQ. Cheers Pete :D. Well my fears proved unfounded and the exam was ok and mentally painless however the same could not be said physically. I had a horrible cold and cause I was so nervous and had sweaty palms I couldn't twist the lid of my drink and when I tried to do it with my blazer it spilt so I was covered in water. Next pain was towards the end of the test. I was childishly playing with my rubber and compass and while I was holding the rubber it split leaving the tip of the compass to fly into my finger. I let out a quiet yelp as I bled over my test paper.
I got home and settled down to some crazy taxi. It's addictive and should come with a health warning and a don't play if your doing gcses warning. Anyway my high score was smashed and I was pleased with myself. Next it was off to the Rideouts for some geography revision/sunbath/pick shanes clothes/sort my hair/tour of the unexplored upstairs/iron. It was a bumped afternoon with EMILY EVERYWHERE and KELLY EVERYWHERE. Well it all started with a bit of Geography before watching Palmtree cut a strip of grass for the first time. Then I recieved a guided tour of the upstairs and packed trophy room. My hair got sorted and everyone else got ready to go for a meal.
Monday means 5 a side but not today. The other team didn't turn up so we got a 4-0 win by default.
Thats that
JD x
End of post
31/05/2009
The Cobham Cup Weekend
There are many headlines that I could use for the Weekend. Chris Plays his Cards right :D Radio Face :D Nose Bleed :D Power Naps. Pick 'N' Mix King. Burying My Head in the sand. All of those are very good but I am going to go for WHITBY COOKS ON CALOR GAS.
DAY 1
Saturday morning started bright and early in the searing heat and some brightly coloured bibs. I was doing what I was born to do and directing traffic. I could be in diversity with my skills and there were no collisions or accidents. Job well done. I was then promoted to the Tuck shop with glamorous assistant and the latest Rousell to meet Charley. Ken was in a particularly jolly mood over the weekend but the grumpier he is the funnier he is so it didn't bother me at all. Now what happened next was a moment to savor. Something to treasure forever. I finally cooked on Calor Gas. I strip of bacon and the great moment was all caught on camera (THE VIDEO WONT UPLOAD BUT FEAR NOT READERS THE ROOSTAR WILL FIND A WAY). In Cobham Cup car park round 2 there was a scuffle. But cometh the moment. Cometh the man Nigel Rousell saves the day. A little kid swore at another boy so Nige told him to shut up so the boy got his dad who started on Nige but he stood firm. Then man walked off.
The day turned into a lie on the inflatable and get burnt but it was good. Just as we were leaving my nose bled and bled everywhere. For no reason. On the way home with the Rideouts I just got it to stop when Mark launched the car over a bridge, I banged my head on the side panels and my nose was bleeding again. Then I rushed home to get ready to go the Brookwood and Palmer and I made our way down. Emily then went and left me a parting gift that I am still not thankful for :(. Anyway I went home at Half 11 and was so hot that I couldn't sleep so I was on msn until late. Bad Idea
Day 2
Cobham Cup day 2 and it was the younger ones. My Alarm went off at 7 but I couldn't get up. Late night msn was a bad idea. Anyway I made my way towards the Rideout and I got down the road when I saw Mrs Rideout driving off. With my last bit of energy I caught them up and made my way to Cobham. I was like a zombie all morning. I had some grumpy bitch trying to go through the wrong gate and then moaning when I told her not to go through the gate. I chased a boy across a field. Nearly got run over by a especially foul mooded Ken while I was showing a Spanish Lady round and my hair was particularly shit. I had no energy left and went into the Leonard' Caravan behind the BBQ and slept. 30mins later I was woken up by Mark Knight. I was still shattered but carried on going until I was shattered again and went back to bed until 45mins later I was woken up by the evergreen Ken Reed banging on the door and Nigel coming in telling me everyone had gone. Nobody had gone and it was only 2 o'clock but I was refreshed and got my second wind. I cooked on Calor Gas again and then Pete gave me the glamorous job of clearing out the paint pots. Joy! Little did I know they were mouldy, Stinky and rotten. So I assembled a crack team of Mini Petters, Medium Petters and Roostar. Then we were told to get rid of some boxes but there was some good stuff in there so we took some DVDS home and that was that.
Congrats are in order for Chris Rousell. Your in son. You got her number. There is a opening and you got to exploit it now. Chris you played your cards right with the Ref.
Looking back over the past two days I have spent 20hours with Chris, Charley, Nigel, Tracey and Mark as well as about 15hours with The chipper one himself Mr Ken Reed and the PSR Lot.
JD
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*CHARLEY ROUSELL*
DAY 1
Saturday morning started bright and early in the searing heat and some brightly coloured bibs. I was doing what I was born to do and directing traffic. I could be in diversity with my skills and there were no collisions or accidents. Job well done. I was then promoted to the Tuck shop with glamorous assistant and the latest Rousell to meet Charley. Ken was in a particularly jolly mood over the weekend but the grumpier he is the funnier he is so it didn't bother me at all. Now what happened next was a moment to savor. Something to treasure forever. I finally cooked on Calor Gas. I strip of bacon and the great moment was all caught on camera (THE VIDEO WONT UPLOAD BUT FEAR NOT READERS THE ROOSTAR WILL FIND A WAY). In Cobham Cup car park round 2 there was a scuffle. But cometh the moment. Cometh the man Nigel Rousell saves the day. A little kid swore at another boy so Nige told him to shut up so the boy got his dad who started on Nige but he stood firm. Then man walked off.
The day turned into a lie on the inflatable and get burnt but it was good. Just as we were leaving my nose bled and bled everywhere. For no reason. On the way home with the Rideouts I just got it to stop when Mark launched the car over a bridge, I banged my head on the side panels and my nose was bleeding again. Then I rushed home to get ready to go the Brookwood and Palmer and I made our way down. Emily then went and left me a parting gift that I am still not thankful for :(. Anyway I went home at Half 11 and was so hot that I couldn't sleep so I was on msn until late. Bad Idea
Day 2
Cobham Cup day 2 and it was the younger ones. My Alarm went off at 7 but I couldn't get up. Late night msn was a bad idea. Anyway I made my way towards the Rideout and I got down the road when I saw Mrs Rideout driving off. With my last bit of energy I caught them up and made my way to Cobham. I was like a zombie all morning. I had some grumpy bitch trying to go through the wrong gate and then moaning when I told her not to go through the gate. I chased a boy across a field. Nearly got run over by a especially foul mooded Ken while I was showing a Spanish Lady round and my hair was particularly shit. I had no energy left and went into the Leonard' Caravan behind the BBQ and slept. 30mins later I was woken up by Mark Knight. I was still shattered but carried on going until I was shattered again and went back to bed until 45mins later I was woken up by the evergreen Ken Reed banging on the door and Nigel coming in telling me everyone had gone. Nobody had gone and it was only 2 o'clock but I was refreshed and got my second wind. I cooked on Calor Gas again and then Pete gave me the glamorous job of clearing out the paint pots. Joy! Little did I know they were mouldy, Stinky and rotten. So I assembled a crack team of Mini Petters, Medium Petters and Roostar. Then we were told to get rid of some boxes but there was some good stuff in there so we took some DVDS home and that was that.
Congrats are in order for Chris Rousell. Your in son. You got her number. There is a opening and you got to exploit it now. Chris you played your cards right with the Ref.
Looking back over the past two days I have spent 20hours with Chris, Charley, Nigel, Tracey and Mark as well as about 15hours with The chipper one himself Mr Ken Reed and the PSR Lot.
JD
END OF POST
*CHARLEY ROUSELL*
29/05/2009
Thursday. The Vyne Adventure
Today can only be dedicated to Bradley, Big D AND Ramoneskieees!
Well I woke up at 10 thanks to my mum waking me. Cheers. Well I set about topping up my Ipod and keeping Notts Co in the football league on FM09 and not doing well. Then I was informed that everyone was going to the vyne so I thought I will pop down and see whats going on. There was an epic match going on. Step foward Sir Whitby. Year 12 and Whitby against the masses. We lost. Ramone, Brad and Deanooooooooo came so after a little kick around we sat down and compared lists. Now I am not one to be ambitious however after we had all shared our lists I felt distictly unambitous and changed my list so I was more ambitious.
Now I thought I would conclude with a minor rant. It does piss me off when anyone who is famous is slaughtered by the media. They try and look for anything and then take them down. Take the 73 year old breakdancer on Britains got Talent. He has been crucified because he is on benifits. Well he is 73! Then there is Susan Boyle. Headline after headline of horrible things. Just let her sing and judge her singing not wheather she is mad. It's the same with everything. One little foot wrong from anyone remotly famous and they will be exploited and hammered. If I play for Woking in the premier league then what is going to happen!
Tommorow is the first of the massive kids tournement at Cobham and I hope i'm on the BBQ. Then I will really be cooking on Calor Gas. I've seen them. 6kg Propane or something like that. Calor gas. The best around. Anyway I am happy as long as I am fed so if I am fed it will be a good time and good timeeeeeeees.
Well I woke up at 10 thanks to my mum waking me. Cheers. Well I set about topping up my Ipod and keeping Notts Co in the football league on FM09 and not doing well. Then I was informed that everyone was going to the vyne so I thought I will pop down and see whats going on. There was an epic match going on. Step foward Sir Whitby. Year 12 and Whitby against the masses. We lost. Ramone, Brad and Deanooooooooo came so after a little kick around we sat down and compared lists. Now I am not one to be ambitious however after we had all shared our lists I felt distictly unambitous and changed my list so I was more ambitious.
Now I thought I would conclude with a minor rant. It does piss me off when anyone who is famous is slaughtered by the media. They try and look for anything and then take them down. Take the 73 year old breakdancer on Britains got Talent. He has been crucified because he is on benifits. Well he is 73! Then there is Susan Boyle. Headline after headline of horrible things. Just let her sing and judge her singing not wheather she is mad. It's the same with everything. One little foot wrong from anyone remotly famous and they will be exploited and hammered. If I play for Woking in the premier league then what is going to happen!
Tommorow is the first of the massive kids tournement at Cobham and I hope i'm on the BBQ. Then I will really be cooking on Calor Gas. I've seen them. 6kg Propane or something like that. Calor gas. The best around. Anyway I am happy as long as I am fed so if I am fed it will be a good time and good timeeeeeeees.
27/05/2009
Wednesday.
Today is dedicated to Sir Alex Ferguson's face.
Watching Sir Alex Ferguson sulking on the Man Utd chewing his gum bench rivaled Alan Shearer nearly in tears on the villa park pitch while the villa fans took the piss out of him. Both made me laugh uncontrollably. Other footballing highlights of my year include Inesta's last minute goal which even by my hating Chelsea standards was harsh but the funniest thing and seeing Shane's face as the net rippled. Gold. Lowlights include not seeing Woking win since the Surrey Senior cup win against Bognor on the 8th of November.
Well after yesterdays adventures I woke up slightly worse for wear at about 10 o clock. I tuned in to Andy Murray and quickly tuned out because he was going to lose. Then I turn it back on to see if he lost yet and he won. My mum was also unhappy at my time of arrival home yesterday and my subsequent antics so I was not allowed to go out in the afternoon. Nothing at all blog worthy happened other that I actually did housework. When I say housework I really mean filtering through players to find the best free agents on Football Manger and signing them up.
I went Cobham training and the van journey is normally great and today didn't disappoint. The normal subject of political correctness and a couple of phone jokes. A lot of them are wasted on me but I got most of them today. My personal favorite was the worst Brazilian ever. Any training was very fun again and then we settled down to a reasonably good champions league final in the bar. As the new training group we discussed many of life's more complicated issues. Anyway it was a good result and Barca won even with a 90 year old left back who had Ronaldo in his pocket all game.
JD
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Watching Sir Alex Ferguson sulking on the Man Utd chewing his gum bench rivaled Alan Shearer nearly in tears on the villa park pitch while the villa fans took the piss out of him. Both made me laugh uncontrollably. Other footballing highlights of my year include Inesta's last minute goal which even by my hating Chelsea standards was harsh but the funniest thing and seeing Shane's face as the net rippled. Gold. Lowlights include not seeing Woking win since the Surrey Senior cup win against Bognor on the 8th of November.
Well after yesterdays adventures I woke up slightly worse for wear at about 10 o clock. I tuned in to Andy Murray and quickly tuned out because he was going to lose. Then I turn it back on to see if he lost yet and he won. My mum was also unhappy at my time of arrival home yesterday and my subsequent antics so I was not allowed to go out in the afternoon. Nothing at all blog worthy happened other that I actually did housework. When I say housework I really mean filtering through players to find the best free agents on Football Manger and signing them up.
I went Cobham training and the van journey is normally great and today didn't disappoint. The normal subject of political correctness and a couple of phone jokes. A lot of them are wasted on me but I got most of them today. My personal favorite was the worst Brazilian ever. Any training was very fun again and then we settled down to a reasonably good champions league final in the bar. As the new training group we discussed many of life's more complicated issues. Anyway it was a good result and Barca won even with a 90 year old left back who had Ronaldo in his pocket all game.
JD
End of post
24/05/2009
More portugese exam, party and Sunday
Today is dedicated to Mrs Mandy Oxtoby. She brought little Jack into the world. In his own words 'What a man he is. The sunshine of life. a breath of fresh air.' Also to mountain raynes. Himilaya. Finally to the little man himself.
Well after the distraction of the last day i forgot to write about Portugese exam round 2. Blissfully unaware that I hadn't cancelled the exam I was perfectally content in German practising listening papers when Mrs O'Brien comes in with the exam sheet and my name saying ive missed the start. I begged and pleaded with her but I was forced in. This time was even worse and I thought to myself god please help me and god did help me. Mrs O'Brien let me out with the people doing foundation ICT. I was pleased.
Now our 5 a side team Knaphill central were against top of the league and as a newley promoted side we were going to struggle. BUT NO! 4-3 winners and Jacko turned up! Hit the bar from one yard though.
Also lets all laugh at Newcastle. They will move onto to the next messiah either Ant or Dec.
JD
End of post
Well after the distraction of the last day i forgot to write about Portugese exam round 2. Blissfully unaware that I hadn't cancelled the exam I was perfectally content in German practising listening papers when Mrs O'Brien comes in with the exam sheet and my name saying ive missed the start. I begged and pleaded with her but I was forced in. This time was even worse and I thought to myself god please help me and god did help me. Mrs O'Brien let me out with the people doing foundation ICT. I was pleased.
Now our 5 a side team Knaphill central were against top of the league and as a newley promoted side we were going to struggle. BUT NO! 4-3 winners and Jacko turned up! Hit the bar from one yard though.
Also lets all laugh at Newcastle. They will move onto to the next messiah either Ant or Dec.
JD
End of post
21/05/2009
really quite sad
The last day of Winston was today. It all just hit me. For no reason at all I just felt empty. When I walked out of the gates for the last time and made my way to the lye the school was something that I can't describe. It's like it changed. The school is almost a home. For all the memories and all the people. The last assembly was brilliant. Especially the teachers. All the drama things were especially good.
Everything about today was brilliant. The yearbooks of which I ranted about the price were superb and worth every penny. It was just such a lovely day. It was just great. Clarky was in a great mood. We partied and played loud music.
We will even miss the people we don't like and the things we don't like about them. We will miss the people we do like even more. For me School finished in style. What a way to sign off my school career. Science with Mr Gay. He made a speech at the end and a good one too. It was actually really nice and top man for doing it. Then it hit me like a brick. Are my best days gone? Will anything this character building and this amazing happen again? The whole year group is superb. Good luck to everybody. A perfect way to end the year. A perfect way to end school. I still remember my first day and my first ever lesson. Science with Mrs Reidie right at the top of science. I was late with a mix of year 7 photos and getting lost. I remember walking into school at the front entrance and being told to go round. I remember not knowing where or what form was. Its all gone so quickly.
JD
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18/05/2009
The maths exam
Today is dedicated to Mark and Bradley the life saver. Bradley the hero. Bradley the inspiration.
Well it was the morning of the maths exam and I was still moody about some of the irrelevant questions that I have learned. I draughted in Mark first thing in the morning to do some power revision and I think it worked. I learned a lot but I still wasn't at all confident. I am really not a fan of Maths. I think I would rather learn Urdu. At least it would be relevant and useful in future life. I can appreciate that maths is important and there are some important topics but all these algebraic formulas and more mind melting stuff. I then began to flap around because I had no equipment other than a compass and a pen. No worries though because come of the man. Come of the hour. The hero Brad Bayliss pops up and saves the day. We got into the hall and I settled down to some hard work. It started off ok until I got to question 19 of a 26 question paper were it felt like I had fallen off a cliff. My cliff of knowledge was gone and I had fallen off. Well in the end it could have been a lot worse and I am quietly confident about passing. Next I turned my attention to Clarky as Akeel and I had a joint lesson! He loves my ipod and is fascinated by how it works. Today's lesson was up there with the best yet.
I got home and beat everyone at the revision game, as to be expected really and then got ready for my 5 a side debut. Well I was cooking on some pretty fine Calor Gas as we won 4-3. O yes it was distilled and filtered today. Little Jack was blowing out of his arse after about 3 mins. You need to get fit son. Also in other 5 a side news Josh was beaten up for mouthing off at a player in his teams win.
Apologies for the anorexic blog today. Lots of revision
JD
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Well it was the morning of the maths exam and I was still moody about some of the irrelevant questions that I have learned. I draughted in Mark first thing in the morning to do some power revision and I think it worked. I learned a lot but I still wasn't at all confident. I am really not a fan of Maths. I think I would rather learn Urdu. At least it would be relevant and useful in future life. I can appreciate that maths is important and there are some important topics but all these algebraic formulas and more mind melting stuff. I then began to flap around because I had no equipment other than a compass and a pen. No worries though because come of the man. Come of the hour. The hero Brad Bayliss pops up and saves the day. We got into the hall and I settled down to some hard work. It started off ok until I got to question 19 of a 26 question paper were it felt like I had fallen off a cliff. My cliff of knowledge was gone and I had fallen off. Well in the end it could have been a lot worse and I am quietly confident about passing. Next I turned my attention to Clarky as Akeel and I had a joint lesson! He loves my ipod and is fascinated by how it works. Today's lesson was up there with the best yet.
I got home and beat everyone at the revision game, as to be expected really and then got ready for my 5 a side debut. Well I was cooking on some pretty fine Calor Gas as we won 4-3. O yes it was distilled and filtered today. Little Jack was blowing out of his arse after about 3 mins. You need to get fit son. Also in other 5 a side news Josh was beaten up for mouthing off at a player in his teams win.
Apologies for the anorexic blog today. Lots of revision
JD
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17/05/2009
Maths Exam ,Revision and cold fields
Today is dedicated to the maths GCSE
Maths GCSE on Monday Maths and it is the focus of mine and everyone else's revision. It's hard and none of it relevant to later life. 75% of the test is algebra. Now this is not a rant but why the hell do I need to or want to know about algebra or most other maths. When I go shopping I am not going to substitute a Mars bar for X and proceed to find how many parallel vertices's its got; I am not going to work out how many lines of rotational symmetry a box of terry's chocolate orange has got and I won't find the circumference of a Pineapple. It is crazy, in fact way beyond crazy.
Also I'm not particularly delighted by probability. Here is a question from a mock exam I tried earlier: Two dice are thrown. The first is a four-sided die numbered 1 to 4, the second a
six-sided die numbered 1 to 6.
Ali throws the dice and scores the product of the two dice. I DON'T CARE. LET ALI THROW DICE! Firstly I have never seen are four sided dice and then it tells me to complete a table with all the possible outcomes. I am not going to play snakes and ladders with a four sided dice and I am not going to work out all the different out comes with a normal dice.
My personal favorite question is: The total surface area of a right cone with base radius 2cm is 5πcm². Find the slant height of the cone. Now I don't think I am narrow minded but what on earth is this. Its worse than my Portuguese exam. Well I ever do this in life? Well this ever come in handy? Yet I am spending my time learning it.
Well onto my day and I spent my day going to Knaphill Cafe with Kelly and Scotty. The didn't give me my change but the food was nice so I thought oh well. Then it was to Knaphill tournament to watch a girls tournament. It was cold, wet and windy and my legs hurt. I get in and my dad blames me for losing his keys only to find them in his pocket. Then maths revision.
JD
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Maths GCSE on Monday Maths and it is the focus of mine and everyone else's revision. It's hard and none of it relevant to later life. 75% of the test is algebra. Now this is not a rant but why the hell do I need to or want to know about algebra or most other maths. When I go shopping I am not going to substitute a Mars bar for X and proceed to find how many parallel vertices's its got; I am not going to work out how many lines of rotational symmetry a box of terry's chocolate orange has got and I won't find the circumference of a Pineapple. It is crazy, in fact way beyond crazy.
Also I'm not particularly delighted by probability. Here is a question from a mock exam I tried earlier: Two dice are thrown. The first is a four-sided die numbered 1 to 4, the second a
six-sided die numbered 1 to 6.
Ali throws the dice and scores the product of the two dice. I DON'T CARE. LET ALI THROW DICE! Firstly I have never seen are four sided dice and then it tells me to complete a table with all the possible outcomes. I am not going to play snakes and ladders with a four sided dice and I am not going to work out all the different out comes with a normal dice.
My personal favorite question is: The total surface area of a right cone with base radius 2cm is 5πcm². Find the slant height of the cone. Now I don't think I am narrow minded but what on earth is this. Its worse than my Portuguese exam. Well I ever do this in life? Well this ever come in handy? Yet I am spending my time learning it.
Well onto my day and I spent my day going to Knaphill Cafe with Kelly and Scotty. The didn't give me my change but the food was nice so I thought oh well. Then it was to Knaphill tournament to watch a girls tournament. It was cold, wet and windy and my legs hurt. I get in and my dad blames me for losing his keys only to find them in his pocket. Then maths revision.
JD
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15/05/2009
Reflection on school life
Sitting in DiDA with my certificate of knowing the most about Woking, Football, Snooker and any other related sport I thought I would reflect on my school life starting off with the teachers.
I had my fair share of good and not so good teachers. I spent a year without a maths teacher after my teacher left after half a term and my classes always seem to get the trainee teachers.
I think that Mrs Hampson is one of the best teachers I have had. She got the mix of talking and actually working and made science fun. Our class is pretty poor but she handled us perfectly. It was a shame she retired. Next, although it pains me to say it and trust me it really does. The worst male Geography teach Mr Davis. He makes Geography interesting up there with the best teachers I have had. 3 years worth of Mr Davis.
Mr Clark makes the hall of fame as he has got to be one of the funniest people on he earth. He turned me from C grade to A grade English. Mr Callender because he is quality and he gave me a sausage on D of E when I only had cereal bars. Unfortunately it had egg on it so I was sick. Next is Mr Scrivener who made History superb in year 8 and 9. We never worked out of text books and always had great fun. I hated history but he was so good I nearly took it in the end but in the end I choose Geography. Mr Anslow is superb and nearly as funny as Clarky. I would give anything to hear him bellow out year 11 again. Ms O'Brien is great as well. She laughs with the class and hardly any teachers do that. The DiDA atmosphere is juicy. Mr Brown. The football coach. The maths teacher. Funny as hell. We are the best team talk well stay with me for a long time. Mrs Merral is a cool cat.
As it third lesson I will do my day up until now. P.E was great. We did Dodgeball. Callender vs. Merral and then 5 a side football. It was great and good way to finish P.E. Then it was my last ever lesson with Mr Anslow :(. It was sad. We love him and we did class photos at the end.
JD
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I had my fair share of good and not so good teachers. I spent a year without a maths teacher after my teacher left after half a term and my classes always seem to get the trainee teachers.
I think that Mrs Hampson is one of the best teachers I have had. She got the mix of talking and actually working and made science fun. Our class is pretty poor but she handled us perfectly. It was a shame she retired. Next, although it pains me to say it and trust me it really does. The worst male Geography teach Mr Davis. He makes Geography interesting up there with the best teachers I have had. 3 years worth of Mr Davis.
Mr Clark makes the hall of fame as he has got to be one of the funniest people on he earth. He turned me from C grade to A grade English. Mr Callender because he is quality and he gave me a sausage on D of E when I only had cereal bars. Unfortunately it had egg on it so I was sick. Next is Mr Scrivener who made History superb in year 8 and 9. We never worked out of text books and always had great fun. I hated history but he was so good I nearly took it in the end but in the end I choose Geography. Mr Anslow is superb and nearly as funny as Clarky. I would give anything to hear him bellow out year 11 again. Ms O'Brien is great as well. She laughs with the class and hardly any teachers do that. The DiDA atmosphere is juicy. Mr Brown. The football coach. The maths teacher. Funny as hell. We are the best team talk well stay with me for a long time. Mrs Merral is a cool cat.
As it third lesson I will do my day up until now. P.E was great. We did Dodgeball. Callender vs. Merral and then 5 a side football. It was great and good way to finish P.E. Then it was my last ever lesson with Mr Anslow :(. It was sad. We love him and we did class photos at the end.
JD
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14/05/2009
Exam hell
Firstly I'm not quite sure how it works but all I know is that this WuTravel.com are giving me money and then more after every click on the logo(then you have to compare hotels). Secondly I got bored of the old template so thought I should change it.
My school days are now numbered and today was PE Exam. Something I was fully confident that I would pass when I first choose it in year 9. How 2 years can change someones opinion. I was so nervous. Last minute revision went badly and I was preparing myself for a long and hard few hours. It went well. I wasn't particular stuck on anything and thankfully nothing I didn't revise came up. Lucky boy I was. The same however couldn't be said about my Portuguese reading exam. I sat down and immediately thought things were going badly when the examiner told me the test was 2 hours! Matters were made even worse by the lack of any English words at all. Even the instructions were foreign. I opened the booklet and I was greeted by what I can only describe as melted bollocks on paper. I didn't understand a word and then when I put my name and details on the exam I realised I was doing the exam for people who are actually fully Portuguese and it is there first language. I soldiered on however determined to get a mark. Out of the 100 on offer I am hopeful of getting one. I copied the paragraphs of text into my answer as I did not know what it was telling me to do. This passed an hour of the test and I turned over and all I could understand was the big 30, which meant 30 marks, (I think) and writing. This was the last straw and I pleaded with the examiner to let me out and mercifully she did. My hell was over.
7 days until the end of winston churchill school forever. Also yesterday going to watch Cobham Chixx was an evening very well spent and the fire alarm went off for the first time this year at school. Right in the middle of R.E exams and German speaking. Now I was feeling pleased because with our new form tutor we are now BFO from ZDE so I thought yes! We might be near the astro door and won't be last. As it happens we were still last out.
JD
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11/05/2009
10/05/2009
Bikeathon and Shopping. Medditerranean Hunk?
Today is dedicated to anyone who suffered on the bikeathon.
It was the day of the Woking bikeathon and seeing as none of my friends who said they were going to do it did it I was on my own. My bike is pretty much ruined so I borrowed my dads bike which is meant to be one of the best while my dad took his new bike around. When he said one of the best it obviously didn't mean one of the best at not giving me bollock pain. So I cycled all the way to the BDB School which was the start line already suffering with my balls. There were more people than I thought so as i queued up to start 2 things occurred to me. Could the steel band shut up I am trying to listen to my ipod. Why am I doing this? We got our safety talk which I didn't listen too because I had my ipod in and we got underway and immediately nearly got hit by a car. I settled down into a good rhythm however with all my bollock pain and teeth chipping thanks to the horrific bike I bravely decided to do the short route instead of the long hilly one. Still on a brighter note there were jam donuts at the checkpoint so I made hay and took four. Seeing as the bikeathon route went sort of near my house I thought forget the plastic medal and cycle home. The feeling of sitting down nursing my balls was a good one. The hurt so much I didn't notice my leg bleeding from the pedal smashing into the back of my leg. I sat down and reflected on my journey. This year part of it was on a narrow pavement so I was stuck behind a little girl. Whoever's idea it was to put it on the pavement deserves a slapping.
As I recovered from my bikeathon ordeal I went to see if everyone was still going shopping. Predictably everyone wasn't going anymore. I was determined to get some new plimpsoles so got some new people together and we went. Me, Rooster, Adam and Scotty boy went to town and first stop was river island. I got my plimpsoles but at £19.99 it left a large hole in my money pocket and to make the hole bigger I bought a £29.99 jumper. All my money gone in the first shop. With my new clothes on I was a Mediterranean hunk. Well after a quick look round I went home happy that I spent my money wisely. Also on Monday I am making my 5 a side football debut for Knaphill central. Should be good.
JD x
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