Friday night = go out trying to dance to as many genres possible in one night, wander around the 24 hour supermarket at 3am on my way home overwhelming myself with food decisions, cook the best early morning dinner/breakfast and end up falling asleep to odd dreams where things like contravariant functors and hyper-inaccessible cardinals move in the same world as humans
Who I Want to Meet:
One of those dead plant things that roll in circles in old western movies through deserted towns whose name I forget but which I now imagine rolling through friendster since nobody seems to use it any more.
matt is a thoroughly sound guy, who
not only had to endure me bringing
a bunch of pompey chainsmokers
along to ATP but also had to sit
through John telling him his lifestory
(yeah john! kill that buzz!), AND
survived to tell the tale. And he looks
after yr stereo very well.
One time Matth and i were raving it
at "The Space". We were taking an odd
assortment of X, 'Cid, And some
powdery stuff we found on the floor
that didnt have rave juice on it. He
kept asking me how did we really know
if we were inside and insisted that if
we walked to the left we would meet
Satan and he would sew us both
handbags. We walked to the left but
just ended up in a Plur puddle on the
floor. Matth really likes Acid house
and i like him...
I think we can all agree that the
young Mr. Willson is a fine gentleman
and scholar of the highest esteem. I
salute his endevours in all of his
specialist areas... particluarly in
pyromania, deep sea diving and raising
a secret family of radioactive
hamsters in his back garden. Luv Al
your old geetar playing buddy xxxxx
Matth you're a truly good man and
friend. He helped me take down a
Deceptacon stronghold, by tuning the
proper frequency in SoundBlaster, and
luring those disgusting Deceptacons out
of their miserable caves. I thought i
could shoot with my blaster, but Matty
showed how to take a Deceptacon by
throwing a pebble precisely into the
neural network processor rendering the
evil robot useless. Later we got drunk
on energon cubes and lit our farts.
ROLL OUT!
OK, I was in the same class as MJDub (as
I affectionately like to call him) for
about 13 years (15 if you think that the
classes in Beaumont's 6th form were
stupid [they were alphabetically allocated])
So I know him to a reasonable extent.
not only had to endure me bringing
a bunch of pompey chainsmokers
along to ATP but also had to sit
through John telling him his lifestory
(yeah john! kill that buzz!), AND
survived to tell the tale. And he looks
after yr stereo very well.
at "The Space". We were taking an odd
assortment of X, 'Cid, And some
powdery stuff we found on the floor
that didnt have rave juice on it. He
kept asking me how did we really know
if we were inside and insisted that if
we walked to the left we would meet
Satan and he would sew us both
handbags. We walked to the left but
just ended up in a Plur puddle on the
floor. Matth really likes Acid house
and i like him...
young Mr. Willson is a fine gentleman
and scholar of the highest esteem. I
salute his endevours in all of his
specialist areas... particluarly in
pyromania, deep sea diving and raising
a secret family of radioactive
hamsters in his back garden. Luv Al
your old geetar playing buddy xxxxx
friend. He helped me take down a
Deceptacon stronghold, by tuning the
proper frequency in SoundBlaster, and
luring those disgusting Deceptacons out
of their miserable caves. I thought i
could shoot with my blaster, but Matty
showed how to take a Deceptacon by
throwing a pebble precisely into the
neural network processor rendering the
evil robot useless. Later we got drunk
on energon cubes and lit our farts.
ROLL OUT!
think and i say hi to him at our
trailerpark shows...
paul
im down the shop, he woz wearing some
proper pumps, he proper juiced me!!!!
LOL
I affectionately like to call him) for
about 13 years (15 if you think that the
classes in Beaumont's 6th form were
stupid [they were alphabetically allocated])
So I know him to a reasonable extent.
Yeah, he's alright.
Wears a might corded trouser.