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!
25/10/2009
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
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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
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