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
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*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
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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
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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
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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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07/05/2009
06/05/09
Today is dedicated to the timeless wonder. the science buddy, the wonderful Camilla. To Tracey for the superb hot dogs and to Drogba. Finally to Emily Mountains Raynes.
Well I had an absolutely superb day yesterday. One of the best. I woke up cross and couldn't find my trousers. I was not happy at all. Then I got to school and found out I had German first thing. I didn't have my daybook Mr Gay has had it for a week. Luckily I brought P.E kit so I was ok for double P.E. Now it was free choice for normal P.E. but then for GCSE we did theory instead of practical. I was not happy again. We sat on the field and watched the other group do P.E. and did a test. Next I found out that I got an A for my English coursework and my day was getting better and better. After months of searching I am not a prom free agent any more. My mood was now sky high and it got better. The afternoon went quickly and then my highlight of the week. CLARKY LESSON. To be honest it was hard work this week and I didn't get a cup of tea either.
I got home and I was getting in the zone for Cobham just to find out it got called off so my mood dropped a bit cause I was on form however it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Tracey making the hot dogs we would have had so I got my mustard and went over. I was treated to 3 double hot dogs! I've never been so pampered in my life. On top of that there were chilli heat waves Doritos's and dip. To top it all off I had my best tea I have ever had. No chemical shit. A PG tips milk and two sugars special. It was heaven in a cup. I then was allowed to stay and watch the match so I was very happy to watch instead of listening to the radio. Well what makes me laugh is drogba accusing the ref of cheating. If anyone cheats more than drogba they would be on rogue traders. Yes even I felt sorry for Chelsea and I hate there plastic team. There plastic ground and there corporate prawn sandwich eating supporters. At least 3 penalties were stone wall and one of them was 50 50. Saying that when Inesta scored it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Also someone said I was a very blunt person and I never put an X on the end of my texts or writings so I will turn over a new leaf and instead of being blunt I will be vein.
JD x
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05/05/2009
My trip to Thorpe Park and day trip to Manchester
Today is dedicated to the coach journeys.
Well whenever I go on a road trip or to Thorpe park there is normally action. At Thorpe Park you can pretty much guarantee that I will soil myself from either shitting myself before going on the rides or mainly chucking up on upside down rides. On road trips you can know something was going to happen. And it did
Well my mum and dad went away from a few days and cause I hate flying I said I'm not going. I stayed at a friend of the families in Pyrford and we went for a trip to Thorpe park. Now I did warn them I am prone to sickness but they insisted on going on the new saw ride first. I was bricking it and got on and thought what is this. Other than the big drop after the vertical climb its pretty poor. Short. Not particularly quick. Not worth the wait at all. It was so poor I wasn't even ill afterwards. Next we went to collosus. I ride I saw never to go on again after I was sick on it and closed it for the rest of the day last year. Once again I was ill afterwards but kept myself and my clothes clean. I took a long break before going on stealth. I was dizzy and sick and didn't go on any more rides until the end of the day. I wasn't sick. I was ill. I felt pretty bad if I was honest but I was grateful for my clean clothes.
Now for my road trip. I had been looking forward to going to Man City for weeks and the time had come. My mood was dampened at being woken up at 5 o clock. We got on the coach and it was funny as hell. It passed quickly and we were buzzing. We got to the ground and the pitch was ruined already. Just passed an inspection and with my trusty air horn and dodgy flag the barmy army were going. Them stupid clappers were getting on my nerves but I kept calm until we started losing. In the end the girls lost 2-1. Emma scored a wonder goal the other team should have had there goalkeeper sent off. This is a rant. I am not being sexist but if the keeper comes out to foul a played who has gone round her its a red card. The ref knew nobody was coming back and didn't send the keeper off because they are girls. The ref was influenced by that. If that had been me or any other keeper I would have just walked off the pitch and not waited for the ref to get his red card out. It was an absolute disgrace. If the ref genuinely got it wrong he is an stupid brainless fool. The thing is he didn't and he bottled it big time. Would have made much difference. Probably not but it was still an absolute disgrace.
The journey home was far more quiet. I moved next to Langy and as far as decisions go that was a bad one. I was right at the front near teachers so it was a bit boring but that was the least of my worries. We stopped off at the services and I came back without my bag. Everyone waited while I searched for my bag only to get back to the coach and find I didn't take it out. Typical. Langy then began to breath heavy and struggle so I said don't die Langy but I really should have seen the inevitable. He then began to shuffle in his seat and breath even heavier. Then that awful sound of sick splatting and my belt wouldn't come off! I frantically tried to get it off but it just wouldn't come out. Mercifully it came out and I leapt to the front of the coach. Save and clean. He missed me and my bag. Well that is my Bank holiday.
I am now becoming world famous. My match report is on the cobham website and I have ventured into the program. I have well and truly gone global.
End of post
Well whenever I go on a road trip or to Thorpe park there is normally action. At Thorpe Park you can pretty much guarantee that I will soil myself from either shitting myself before going on the rides or mainly chucking up on upside down rides. On road trips you can know something was going to happen. And it did
Well my mum and dad went away from a few days and cause I hate flying I said I'm not going. I stayed at a friend of the families in Pyrford and we went for a trip to Thorpe park. Now I did warn them I am prone to sickness but they insisted on going on the new saw ride first. I was bricking it and got on and thought what is this. Other than the big drop after the vertical climb its pretty poor. Short. Not particularly quick. Not worth the wait at all. It was so poor I wasn't even ill afterwards. Next we went to collosus. I ride I saw never to go on again after I was sick on it and closed it for the rest of the day last year. Once again I was ill afterwards but kept myself and my clothes clean. I took a long break before going on stealth. I was dizzy and sick and didn't go on any more rides until the end of the day. I wasn't sick. I was ill. I felt pretty bad if I was honest but I was grateful for my clean clothes.
Now for my road trip. I had been looking forward to going to Man City for weeks and the time had come. My mood was dampened at being woken up at 5 o clock. We got on the coach and it was funny as hell. It passed quickly and we were buzzing. We got to the ground and the pitch was ruined already. Just passed an inspection and with my trusty air horn and dodgy flag the barmy army were going. Them stupid clappers were getting on my nerves but I kept calm until we started losing. In the end the girls lost 2-1. Emma scored a wonder goal the other team should have had there goalkeeper sent off. This is a rant. I am not being sexist but if the keeper comes out to foul a played who has gone round her its a red card. The ref knew nobody was coming back and didn't send the keeper off because they are girls. The ref was influenced by that. If that had been me or any other keeper I would have just walked off the pitch and not waited for the ref to get his red card out. It was an absolute disgrace. If the ref genuinely got it wrong he is an stupid brainless fool. The thing is he didn't and he bottled it big time. Would have made much difference. Probably not but it was still an absolute disgrace.
The journey home was far more quiet. I moved next to Langy and as far as decisions go that was a bad one. I was right at the front near teachers so it was a bit boring but that was the least of my worries. We stopped off at the services and I came back without my bag. Everyone waited while I searched for my bag only to get back to the coach and find I didn't take it out. Typical. Langy then began to breath heavy and struggle so I said don't die Langy but I really should have seen the inevitable. He then began to shuffle in his seat and breath even heavier. Then that awful sound of sick splatting and my belt wouldn't come off! I frantically tried to get it off but it just wouldn't come out. Mercifully it came out and I leapt to the front of the coach. Save and clean. He missed me and my bag. Well that is my Bank holiday.
I am now becoming world famous. My match report is on the cobham website and I have ventured into the program. I have well and truly gone global.
End of post
01/05/2009
Not a proper post
Today is dedicated to the Nigel Rousell. Cobham Youth team. The pink trio. Scott AND finally to my headline. (See the match report below)
Well firstly we won 4-1 in the youth cup final. I did the official match report which I have pasted at the bottom.
It was GCSE Practicle exams on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday so we had we honour of going to school in P.E. Kit. I had football, Volley ball, Softball and Atherletics. I can't be bothered to finish so the rest is just the match report that I did pasted in.
Victory is Taylor made for Cobham as the hammers hammer hapless Camberley in the cup final.
Cobham F.C. lifted Grant-McLellan Youth Cup after a stunning 4-1 victory over Camberley Town.
Cobham began with the 4-5-1 / 4-3-3 formation that had been so successful against Lingfield and East Grinstead hoping to absorb the early pressure then let the football do the talking. Camberley started off very lively however couldn’t convert there dominance of the possession into chances on goal. Rousell and Stratful were unmoved at the heart of the Cobham defence and kept Camberley at bay. Cobham then began to get talismanic midfielder Shane Rideout on the ball was cutting through Camberley like a hot knife through butter. Rideout sprayed a perfectally weighted pass wide to young winger Shane Cheeseman who cut inside and forced the keeper into a good save with his legs. Cheeseman terrorized the Camberley left back who was having a torrid time and was soon left fully exposed again in the 20th minute but Cheeseman’s shot flew just past the post.
Camberley offered little in attack and Michael Connell and Dan Rousell dealt with danger man 9 who hardly had a kick. Cobham were beginning to really test Camberley with there short passing game and in the 30th minute got there reward. A move that started from D. Rousell at centre back. Rousell slipped the ball into Rideout who turned into space picked out Timmy Taylor in space on the left wing, thanks to a great run from the tireless Thomas Hegarty who drew the defender away. At an acute angle Taylor raced towards the goal and with a cool head lifted the ball over the onrushing Camberley Keeper to spark wild celebrations. The rest of the half was all Cobham as Camberley looked deflated and Camberley had the goalkeeper to thank for keeping the score 0-1 at half time.
HALF TIME SCORE: Camberley Town 0-1 Cobham FC (Taylor)
Camberley came out the traps early in the second half and as predicted attacked right from the off. Once again however they had nothing to show for the possession. 15 year old Sam Petters who showed a wise head on young shoulders and was particually outstanding. He was not at all flusted by the pressure and grew as the game went on. Chris Rousell in the Cobham goal has still yet to be tested however dealt superbly with all high balls and did a solid job. Cobham then produced and a deadly 10minute spell that proved to be the fatal blows for Camberley. In the 52ND minute from Rideout’s corner lone striker Hegarty rose like a salmon and powered the ball home. (NOTE I DON’T KNOW IF THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE I WAS GETTING KEN’S COFFEE) 4 minutes later Rideout picked up the ball on the half way line and ran at the Camberly back 4 turning them inside out and back to front before his shot was blocked however his midfield partner George Peterkin crashed in Cobham’s 3rd. Cobham didn’t stop and in the 60th minute Man of the Match Taylor produce and a spectacular lob to seal the game.
Holding midfielder Matthew Brooke was a rock all game and set Rideout and Peterkin free with his solid and disciplined display. Camberley began to assert themselves again and worked C. Rousell in the Cobham goal who shoveled the shot onto the post however couldn’t get to the rebound before the striker who slammed the ball home. Fortunatly for Cobham the offside flag went up and the goal was ruled out. On 75minutes Camberley got the goal that they so craved. A moved through the middle resulted in a fierce shot which was saved superbly by Rousell however the rebound was knocked home. The last 15 minutes were confortable and Cobham saw the game through to win. Captain D. Rousell lifted the trophy aloft and Cobham F.C had won the Grant-McLellan Youth Cup.
Cobham: C. Rousell, Petters, Stratful, Rousell (C), Connell, Taylor, Rideout, Brooke, Peterkin (Hockley 80mins), Cheeseman, Hegarty.
Each and every player played out of there skin. Hegarty worked tirelessly all game and makes the 4-5-1 system work. Rousell and Stratful laid the foundations for victory. Taylor and Cheeseman crucified their markers. Peterkin was strong and a force in the midfield. Petters and Connell were as solid as a rock and nobody got in behind them. Chris Rousell did everything he had to do with minimum fuss and did it well. Brooke kept the game ticking and Rideout just tore them apart. Limb from Limb.
Well firstly we won 4-1 in the youth cup final. I did the official match report which I have pasted at the bottom.
It was GCSE Practicle exams on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday so we had we honour of going to school in P.E. Kit. I had football, Volley ball, Softball and Atherletics. I can't be bothered to finish so the rest is just the match report that I did pasted in.
Victory is Taylor made for Cobham as the hammers hammer hapless Camberley in the cup final.
Cobham F.C. lifted Grant-McLellan Youth Cup after a stunning 4-1 victory over Camberley Town.
Cobham began with the 4-5-1 / 4-3-3 formation that had been so successful against Lingfield and East Grinstead hoping to absorb the early pressure then let the football do the talking. Camberley started off very lively however couldn’t convert there dominance of the possession into chances on goal. Rousell and Stratful were unmoved at the heart of the Cobham defence and kept Camberley at bay. Cobham then began to get talismanic midfielder Shane Rideout on the ball was cutting through Camberley like a hot knife through butter. Rideout sprayed a perfectally weighted pass wide to young winger Shane Cheeseman who cut inside and forced the keeper into a good save with his legs. Cheeseman terrorized the Camberley left back who was having a torrid time and was soon left fully exposed again in the 20th minute but Cheeseman’s shot flew just past the post.
Camberley offered little in attack and Michael Connell and Dan Rousell dealt with danger man 9 who hardly had a kick. Cobham were beginning to really test Camberley with there short passing game and in the 30th minute got there reward. A move that started from D. Rousell at centre back. Rousell slipped the ball into Rideout who turned into space picked out Timmy Taylor in space on the left wing, thanks to a great run from the tireless Thomas Hegarty who drew the defender away. At an acute angle Taylor raced towards the goal and with a cool head lifted the ball over the onrushing Camberley Keeper to spark wild celebrations. The rest of the half was all Cobham as Camberley looked deflated and Camberley had the goalkeeper to thank for keeping the score 0-1 at half time.
HALF TIME SCORE: Camberley Town 0-1 Cobham FC (Taylor)
Camberley came out the traps early in the second half and as predicted attacked right from the off. Once again however they had nothing to show for the possession. 15 year old Sam Petters who showed a wise head on young shoulders and was particually outstanding. He was not at all flusted by the pressure and grew as the game went on. Chris Rousell in the Cobham goal has still yet to be tested however dealt superbly with all high balls and did a solid job. Cobham then produced and a deadly 10minute spell that proved to be the fatal blows for Camberley. In the 52ND minute from Rideout’s corner lone striker Hegarty rose like a salmon and powered the ball home. (NOTE I DON’T KNOW IF THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE I WAS GETTING KEN’S COFFEE) 4 minutes later Rideout picked up the ball on the half way line and ran at the Camberly back 4 turning them inside out and back to front before his shot was blocked however his midfield partner George Peterkin crashed in Cobham’s 3rd. Cobham didn’t stop and in the 60th minute Man of the Match Taylor produce and a spectacular lob to seal the game.
Holding midfielder Matthew Brooke was a rock all game and set Rideout and Peterkin free with his solid and disciplined display. Camberley began to assert themselves again and worked C. Rousell in the Cobham goal who shoveled the shot onto the post however couldn’t get to the rebound before the striker who slammed the ball home. Fortunatly for Cobham the offside flag went up and the goal was ruled out. On 75minutes Camberley got the goal that they so craved. A moved through the middle resulted in a fierce shot which was saved superbly by Rousell however the rebound was knocked home. The last 15 minutes were confortable and Cobham saw the game through to win. Captain D. Rousell lifted the trophy aloft and Cobham F.C had won the Grant-McLellan Youth Cup.
Cobham: C. Rousell, Petters, Stratful, Rousell (C), Connell, Taylor, Rideout, Brooke, Peterkin (Hockley 80mins), Cheeseman, Hegarty.
Each and every player played out of there skin. Hegarty worked tirelessly all game and makes the 4-5-1 system work. Rousell and Stratful laid the foundations for victory. Taylor and Cheeseman crucified their markers. Peterkin was strong and a force in the midfield. Petters and Connell were as solid as a rock and nobody got in behind them. Chris Rousell did everything he had to do with minimum fuss and did it well. Brooke kept the game ticking and Rideout just tore them apart. Limb from Limb.
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