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
28/06/2009
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
End of post.
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
End of post.
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
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