I'd just like to add this...

About ten minutes after I added the previous post I started to play my guitar, and my parents wanted me to play for them and for about half an hour I played songs on my guitar and we had a really good time singing and laughing... when all of a sudden, the next door neighbour knocks on the door and starts swearing his head off
:

"Turn the fucking music down, people have to go to work in the fucking morning" and so on...

I can accept the fact that we were too loud, but I think it's better to be as dignified as you can about it and not swear your head off about it! I mean, all we were doin were singing and laughing.

And the time was only 30 minutes past midnight... it is christmas afterall isn't it?

I Cheated! (Sorry)

In the past few weeks I have tried my best to not get stoned and focus on what's important. I write this now totally drunk and a little bit stoned. But let me explain first,

Today I went bowling for the first time in my life and it was amazing. I had a few Budweisers (maybe about 6) and I'm quite drunk right now. But I say to you, is it wrong to get drunk (and stoned) once in a while. I mean, to deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human, (i got that from 'the matrix').

But I do have a job, and i'm working very well at it, and I'm prepared for Chrismas and I'm making plans for next year... it's not as if I've lost it is it. It's just a minor hiccup.

So, please don't think that I've given in, cos I haven't. I just thought I'd try and get into the festive spirit!

And a merry f***ing Christmas to you too!

It's about this time of year I image what Santa would be doing if he was actually real! (Sorry for all you kids out there!) He'd be rubbing his hands while sitting in his huge antique leather and wooden chair in his huge office shouting at his executive elves: "This is it boys, this is what we've been waiting all year for!", at which time he'll shout at the nearest elf he sees:

"You boy! How much do we expect to make this year?"

at which the elf shakily replies "Only £180 Billion, Sir. We are off the target by £20 Billion!"

"What! WHAT!"

At which time Santa picks the elf up and throws him into the fire...

... oh, how I love Christmas!




(Not)

How many people does it take...

I was just thinking to myself, in all this commercialised Christmas carnage, that Christmas lights (although symbolic and beautiful) are a complete waste of our resources. In these times of energy conservation and warnings or climate change and Environmental disasters that we should be looking at what is best for today's societies to function and cutting the little frills off the ends to reduce the load.
You cannot include things such as televisions, computers or radios, because that is where most of our information comes from (sadly). However things such as Chrismas lights, dancing santas and all the other crap that drains the juice from the power plants. I'm not saying that all lights should be banned, I'm just saying that there should be a restraint on how many you are allowed. I mean, people could say that fireworks are a waste of money, but what else could that explosive powder be used for? There are better uses for our electricity, but it's when it's no longer here that we realise this.

Employment again!

I just thought that I'd say to anyone interested that I have a job again, and thankfully this time it's permanent. (If there is such a thing nowadays). This hopefully will give me an opportunity to do the things that i've been talking about in the last few months. I'm gonna start driving and buying some film making equipment. But before I get ahead of myself I've gotta buy some presents for everyone, seeing as it's close to christmas.

I wanted to post a picture of my latest comic strip entitled Joey Alabama, but it was too big, if I can figure out a way to put it on here I will. But in the meantime I'd like to say a word for George Best, the now dead from alcohol football (that's soccer to you americans).

You shoulda seen it coming mate! No one can drink as much as you did and get away with it. Oh well, you're dead now and the worst part is you can't donate back the liver you bought from the NHS.

Elements of Tony Clifton in there...

Until next time, sports fans.

I've been busy...

I'm sorry I haven't been posting recently, but I've been looking quite desperately for a job. It may seem to you that I'm not even trying or that I'm not trying hard enough. I assure you this is not the case.

I will be posting ideas for shows and artwork very soon, I just need a bit more time.


So stay tuned!

The Apocalypse

I watched a program the other day about how the book of Revelations may be predicting the apocalypse and that it may be happening right now. There is an increase of natural disasters, we now have weapons of unbelievable destruction, there are more uncurable diseases now and Famine is rife in the middle east. Now considering that the four horsemen are War, Disease and Pestelance, Hunger and Famine and lastly Death. (Even thought the bible only names Death)

Is it just that these things together represent the end of the world and that judgement day is imminent? Or is it just that these things have always been here and now that we have the technological ability to broadcast events happening almost instantly to the rest of the world, we are beginning to see the true power of our fragile world and the damage that we have caused. Whatever the reason, there seems to be a lot of death and suffering in the world and it's days like these that your own problems take a back seat and you truly appreciate what you have and that your life is nowhere near as bad as a lot of people in the world. (That may sound selfish, but it's something to be thankful for I think)

Anyway... remember this: "No event or occurance could never be that bad that it can't get worse". Always be prepared for things to come. It doesn't look too good from where I'm sitting!

If anyone is interested...

I am currently making a skateboarding movie called 'bateSkoarding' along with my younger brother and my mate John. We are still filming but I think it will be finished soon. I have been assigned the task of designing the front cover and I was just wondering if anyone would like to offer their opinion on something...




We have all decided on the lettering and the style but I think the white S makes it jump out a bit... I know the sketch is a wee bit scrappy but it won't be the one that I put on the cover.

I have also noticed that my blog doesn't seem to get as many hits as it used to get. My last two posts got 0 comments and I was quite disappointed. I know my blog is just a random collection of thoughts, but the clue is in the title. I see a lot of blogs out there where people talk about their cat and get 20 comments, what's up with that?

I think I'll make more of an effort to post comments on other people's blogs, I just read them quickly and never bother to write down what I think of a post. I think i'm just impatient. So... anyway, I'll post more regularly too, but for now I've gotta go and find a job.

I Need Money!!!

My siuation is getting rather desperate, I haven't worked now since the end of June and a lot of problems with rent and other household money drains are starting to catch up with me. If I don't get a job soon it will soon engulf me and I'll get evicted or go crazy. Right now I would prefer the latter!

This, however, has only given me a bigger sense of urgency to make it big, or at least enter the industry soon. Maybe I'm too picky with the work I'm looking for, maybe I should get a part-time job doing anything while I save for the dream... all the time writing and drawing. I'm not panicing yet, I still have time. I just hope that I can get my head together and come up with something that someone wants to buy.

Perception of Time

Is it just me, or do days go faster when you have more purpose? I have gathered a lot of info about Am Dram societies in my area and I've started to write more music. Once I get a little job I'm gonna save up for a drum kit and write some PROPER stuff, record it and hopefully get a band together to perform gigs.

I have been getting panic attacks recently, due to my overactive brain. I had a blood test but there seems to be nothing wrong. My doctor told me to 'calm down', but in my opinion, that is what is causing it. The more I am active, the less it happens. But, I'm sure it'll fade when I am living the dream, so to speak. Once I have eventually enetered the entertainment industry, I feel my life will be totally different and I may become a whole different person.

Let's just wait and see what time brings.

What I will do next...

I have decided to try and get into the theatre and start acting. I know I can do it, my friends and parents tell me all the time that i should be a voice over artists or a comedian. I am very good at impersonating people, especially celebrities, but other people would say that I am better than good. I cannot say wether I am or not, that is for the audience to decide. I also have no problems with performing in front of loads of people, in fact I fell more comfortable when people are looking at me if I am playing my guitar of copying something off the T.V, which people also say I have a knack for remembering scripts and quotes.
I have written to the manager at my local playhouse and I have sent away for information about the Am Dram societies in my area. I'm really looking forward to it and hope that this will be the start of my future, living my dream, in entertainment. I'm not sure if I'm quite ready to go to london yet, but if I have to go there in the future, I will.

This has been just another post to tell myself what I am going to do. I'm not really sure wether or not anyone could comment, but if you could. It always makes me smile to think that just one person has read my little space on the internet.

Promise to myself

Today I'm gonna turn it all around. I'm gonna quit smoking weed, and try harder to find a job. I need to focus way more on my skating, because my attitude towards it has been a faded as of lately. Mostly down to smoking weed and being lazy. So this is why I am quitting the pipe and becoming more active again.

This is 'the first day of the rest of my life'. And hopefully it'll all work out. If I am determined enough to get what I want, then it will happen. All I need to do is stop this cannabis induced procrastination by changing my priorities and creating achievable goals. I have spent the last few days really thinking about it and I have decided that right now is the time.

GTA: North Shields (link)

I'm sorry I can't put the pics of my 3D island on my blog, its just that my computer is having trouble with uploading pics at the moment, But all is not lost, if you want to see the progress of the construction, and the completion pics of the island then click:

http://www.gtawh.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=17109

I would appreciate if any feedback you wish to give me was on this post in the comments.

Tenk you veddy much.

Lack of commitment!

I'm sorry I haven't been posting these past couple of weeks (not that many people read my window), it's just that I've been distracted with Skateboarding and trying to film some more footage for the Skate movie that me, my brother and my friend and making. The finished movie will be put onto DVD (which I am doing the cover design for), so if anyone wants a copy then just let me know! I have also been learning how to make 3D models on the computer using software called 'Sketchup'. The program itself is quite basic in comparison to some of the other, more professional 3D modelling software, however, I feel I have this program down to a fine art now. It started out just making houses and other stand-alone buildings:












Then it hit me! I had designed a map of an Island about a month previous and a lot of people on GTA Warehouse forums were saying that it would be cool if it were made into a 3D model. So I decided to make my island just as I had seen it in my head as I drew the original map in pencil onto a sheet of plain A4 paper.


I named it GTA: NORTH SHIELDS

























I drew this map originally in pencil, then scanned it and coloured it on my computer. I used this map as the template for the 3D model. It took me about a month to complete. I will post the pics of it's progress and completion in the next post because i seem to have problems with hosting pics...

I'm falling behind...

Lately, these past few months (since i've lost my job) I have noticed everyone around me getting further in life, and I seem to be stuck in the same routine, like groundhog day, or something. The only thing that really seperates my days is what's on T.V, or how stoned I am...

I look for work nearly everyday, but there seems to be a lack of office work where I live. I can't go out any further because i can't afford it, and when I do get an office job, I know in my heart it's not what I want to do. I feel as though I have no control and that everything I want to do is just pulled away from me gradually as time passes. I don't know what I will do, but I'm sure something will turn up. I mean, once I get a job all I need to do is save up some money and go to London (or Manchester) with some of my ideas and see if anyone wants to hire me...

T.V is my future... I can see it... but it seems to be further and further away everyday.

Am I Wierd? Please tell me...

I have recently bought an item of ebay that my father has given me a little shit about. Saying that I am strange and I need to "sort myself out"....

The item is a printed replica of Andy Kaufman's death certificate. Now, wait before you go off and call the men in white coats, I did not go out looking for this item, I simply types the name "Andy Kaufman" into ebay and this item appeared, and I thought: "Oh... this is a stramge item, I might as well buy it."

What my dad doesn't understand is the big hoax of Andy faking his death. Is the certificate real?... is it a made-up phoney and Andy is living in Aruba or somewhere else in this world? That's why I decided to buy it...

So anyone who is reading this... will they please give me some opinion as to wether this purchase has placed me in the queue to get a large "insane" stamp on my head and led off to the padded cells. Personally, I think it's quite a funny thing to have because of the mystery surrounding the subject matter, but again, that may be the insanity talking.

Ibi da.

Where are the Parents?

I have become increasingly concerned with the rise of the 'yob culture' in Britain. There seems to be more youth related violent crimes than I remember in my childhood, and of what my parents talk of. I mean, football hooliganism was a problem in the seventies, but that was all rooted around a sport and the police could kind of predict it. But now, there seems to be little motive behind more recent crimes, for instance, I heard on the news today that a gang of youths attacked a ten year old yesterday, who now has been named as the youngest victim of the 'Yob culture'.
And the story of the young kid who was racially attacked by two thugs, with an axe. The news said that they hit him with so much force that the axe bedded itself into his forehead. His funeral service was today. I watched the report on the news this morning and thought to myself... "hell in a handbasket".

Is it too late? Is the human race already doomed to destroy itself?

Is 'whacky T.V' becoming predictable?

I was watching television last night, there was a comedy night on BBC three, when "Little Britain" came on. As much as I love the character of Andy Pipkin (yeah I know), the whole show has grown somewhat predictable and tired. They use the same jokes and ride catchphrases. Along with Catherine Tate (who honestly does crack me up) who seems to create characters initially and then ride on the popularity of those characters.

However, a show I discovered recently, called "The Mighty Boosh" doesn't follow any pattern and is currently stretching the boundaries of surrealist comedy (in my opinion) and the only real consistency with the show is the four main characters that were taken from the first series. However these characters are so diverse that anything is possible in their (mis)adventures. First of all it stars the two writers of the show Julian Barrett and Noel Fielding who play Howard Moon and Vince Noir, respectively. Then along with them comes a Shaman called Naboo, played by Noel's brother Michael, and Naboo's familiar Bollo the huge 6ft gorilla. The nusic is so inventive and the range of characters that drift in and out of the show are hilariously bizzare but well played out and highly detailed.


this show will hopefully stay on the air for a while.

Just an excuse to post...

I just thought i'd take some time to put some pictures on the blog.... nice pictures! Because we remember in pictures and not in words, don't we?

I think this post was used by me as an excuse not to say anything... shame on me! I should really try to be more creative and say something good next time!

Oh well... thanks for stopping by anyway.

Video Game Controversy

As you may, or may not, have already heard, the company behind designing the Game Grand Theft Auto San Andreas have been getting a lot of bother recently over a game modification where you can have sexual intercourse with your girlfriends.



Let me explain...

The Game itself is based upon real life and is set in a fictional state containing three large cities, a dozen small towns and a lot of countryside and desert. The three cities are named Los Santos (bases On Los Angeles), San Fierro (based on San Francisco) and Las Venturas (based on Las Vegas). The game is 100% free choice and the player had a lot of variety in order to keep him/herself entertained. However there is a storyline, where a character called Carl Johnson (C.J) returns to the hood he grew up in to find his mother murdered and gang warfare is much worse. He, as in YOU, work with your own gang and remaining family to help regain the streets back.

Anyway, during the story you are given the task of petrol bombing a rival gangs apartment block. However, upon doing so you trap an innocent woman on the top floor. So you must go and rescue her and bring her to safety. After you do this, she becomes your girlfriend and you have to swing by her house once every few days to take her out. Once you have done this a few times she will ask you in for coffee... and this is where it starts. Originally, all that happened was, the camera view stayed outside your girlfriends house while all you can hear are some muffled orgasmic groans. But now, due to someone finding a hidden code in the game, have turned it into a sub-game to pleasure your girlfriend. You have to consider things such as rythm and force and keep your eye on her pleasure metre, cos when it hit's top... it's all over.

I personally love the game and will never stop playing it, i'm not sure that this mod will make much difference to it's already huge popularity.

And the story of an 85 year old woman who is trying to sue Rockstar after she bought the game for her 14 year old grandson without realising the games content first just enrages me. The game does have an 18 rating for crying out loud (or rated M in USA, which i think is 17+). It just makes me angry when people think they can sue anyone for anything and get away with it.

Anyway... here's the story http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/fun.games/07/27/game.lawsuit.ap/index.html

A Short Story... for your pleasure.

I wrote this while working last month, and now that I am unemployed again, I thought i'd take the time to publish it on my blog. It's not very long and reads quite fast, so it shouldn't take that much time to read it. So enjoy the literary recreation of my imagination:

Worst case scenario

Holding the handle of the gun tightly, John walked slowly towards the door of the apartment. The light shining from the end window was a horrible orange shade, and the carpet around his feet was sticky. A rush of heat rushed over him as he prepared himself to enter the apartment’s door… this was it…Two days ago John received a phone call at his desk, which surprised him because his phone wasn’t receiving any calls that day. He lifted the receiver, and a harsh, gravely voice started talking. The voice informed him that a body had been found underneath the railway bridge at the outskirts of the town. John immediately assumed that a bum had just discovered a body and had used a payphone to call. The only thing that bothered him was the fact he got through to his phone. He dismissed this as a freak incident and carried on with the investigation. On his way out he noticed a small man in a brown overcoat behind some bushes directly opposite his car, but as he took another glance he noticed the figure had gone. Again he gave this incident no credit and carried on.When he reached the scene there was a small crowd huddled around the body, just quietly looking at it. This gave john a real uneasy feeling:“What are they doing? Hasn’t anyone seen a body before?” But while walking towards the corpse John started to realise this was no ordinary body. The eyes were missing. John picked up the radio on his dashboard and called for Forensics to come down and have a look, and after he had done that it was time to lay the yellow tape.“What’s botherin’ you John?” asked David. He could see something was on his mind by the way he was staring blankly into space, as he never usually did that. John just stared at him for a few seconds and then stood up to walk towards the window. “Come on John, you know you can tell me” piped David. “It’s stupid!” replied John. “Try me”:“Well, it’s just I feel empty, I can’t explain it. It started this morning when I saw that old man.”“What old man?”“It doesn’t matter.”John walked over to the other end of the office and poured himself a cup of coffee, looking into the Chief’s office he noticed the secretary was laughing at something. He then walked into the bathrooms and looked into the mirror, instantly noticing another face instead of his. Jumping back and spilling his coffee John looked closely at the mirror. The face had gone from in front of him, but the face in his mind remained. He began to think that something very odd was happening, but again he dismissed it and put it down to lack of sleep, or stress.“John, quick, get over here now!” Came a voice from inside the office. John ran forgetting the broken pieces of coffee mug on the bathroom floor and looked directly at David.“It’s another call, what’s going on?” John answered it and the same harsh, gravely voice started talking again. This time it wasn’t about a body, well, not yet, the voice informed John of a possible attack that was about to happen in a small rundown street in the centre. John mulled over this but then began imagining scenarios of ambush and the likes, so he decided not to go.An hour later John received a fax on his desk stating that someone had been killed not ten minutes ago in the very street the man had named. This couldn’t be coincidence, it just couldn’t be.John waited until the end of the day for another call, but it never came. So he went home feeling empty again. He knew there was a murderer on the street tonight, that he had a chance of stopping, but now it was too late, another person had perished. As he walked to his car he noticed the same man in the corner, but again he disappeared just mere nanoseconds before he could align his sight towards him.That night John tossed and turned in his bed, the image of the old man alive in his mind. Somehow he had occupied his entire mind, even though John had never seen his face clearly, he was some sort of sub-conscious idea that wouldn’t go away, however hard you tried. The next morning John had forgotten about it all, but was reminded again when he looked into the mirror of his medicine cabinet and saw the face again. Jumping back as before the face vanished just as soon as it appeared. This had gone beyond the symptoms of stress, or lack of sleep, so John decided to make a doctor’s appointment for later on that day. On his way to the office block he noticed a large, derelict building that used to be a block of flats. He had always known it was there, but this time he felt something drawing him to it. He couldn’t explain it but he felt compelled to go inside, so he pulled up and got out of the car. Looking at the crusty, old, heavy wooden front door he felt an overwhelming sense of heat all over his body. He also thought he could hear someone whispering, but he decided against this idea. He walked into the reception area and placed his hand on the wooden banister leading up a long set of winding stairs, and as soon as his hand touched the wood an image flashed instantly in his mind. He could see a young girl screaming and then a knife and all of a sudden he looked around the room and the time had passed several hours. Taking a moment to compose himself he dusted his coat down and started towards the door. At this very moment his mobile phone rang and his superior was on the other end:“Where the hell have you been John? Its chaos down here… move your ass!” The dialling tone followed. Then John noticed that he had seven missed calls on his mobile LCD screen. This he puzzled over and the progression of the time, but again he was forced to dismiss it. However things were getting weirder all the time and John knew it. He began to feel empty again.Back at the office he received a barrage of probing questions, all of which he couldn’t answer. The likes of “where were you” and “how did it take you that long” were all mystery, but the real priority was the next call, which John had been informed happened over one hour ago, to his phone. David told him it was an old man’s voice and immediately John knew the significance of his visions. Was this the killer he had been seeing in his hallucinations? He could only speculate on an answer. They proceeded to the scene of the supposed dumping and found it to be occupied by a small crowd, as before, again just quietly looking at the corpse. John knew what was next but needed some confirmation:“Check if it has eyes!” David looked at him is disbelief. “Go on then.”David left the car and walked slowly towards the body but stopped dead about half way there and turned around with a look of despair on his face. The eyes were indeed missing. John immediately began to feel hot and put his finger into his collar to let some air circulate around his body. It began to engulf him in heat and an instant image of the large crumbling building flashed into his mind. He knew exactly where to go:“David, come on, we gotta go!” David ran toward the car, jumped in and slammed the door behind him. John backed the car up really fast and skidded a complete 180 degrees to face forwards. He applied all of his weight to the accelerator and the car sped off down the street. At the building, John began to sweat profusely and his face began to turn red, so he decided to get out of the car and cool down, but as soon as he stood up, the feeling had gone and all he could hear was a faint whispering sound, but then he couldn’t be sure it was actually there. Walking toward the same heavy, wooden door David jogged a little to keep up with John’s fast pace.“What we lookin’ for in here?” David asked. “I don’t really know, but I feel something is here that shouldn’t.” David looked at him with a smirk, “You can’t go breaking into derelict buildings just on a hunch?” “This is NOT a hunch, David, something is here, and I can feel it!” John picked up the pace and then lunged his leg towards the front door violently swinging it open. Looking up the huge spiral stairway he reached for his belt and extracted his gun from its holster. David did no such thing thinking there was no need. John started to walk up the stairs and as soon as his hand touched the banister he began to have hallucinations. It was almost instant but lasted only a moment before he came back and realised David had a hold of his arm. “What happened?” asked John, quite shakily. “I don’t know, you went to go up the stairs and you just froze.” David told him he had only been standing there a few minutes but had not moved once. John continued up the staircase. He reached the top and noticed a long hallway with doors leading on both sides. All of the rooms had no doors on them, except for one, which was located at the end of the hall and to the right. John also noticed a small window with wooden planks going across, making the sun shining through it a horrible dark orange colour. He walked toward the only closed door and placed his hand on it to push it forward. But before he could place a finger on it he remembered about the banister, so he then decided to charge wildly in. He ran into the door and immediately tripped into a large hole directly in front of him. It was a trap. John fell almost twenty feet and landed heavily groaning loudly as he regained his consciousness. As he looked along the floor of the hole he noticed two feet. They looked human but were a grey/blue colour, and then they started to walk towards him, revealing more of the leg as it slid out of the shadows. The figure was horribly distorted with lumps and folds all over. His eyes were bright yellow with a long thin black pupil in the middle.“What were you planning to do when you got here?” The figure asked in a harsh, gravely voice. “Kill me?” The legs walked away. Right then John recognised the voice as the same one behind the phone calls, and instantly began thinking whether this was all planned from the first phone call. “No it’s earlier than that John. I’ve been watching you for a while.” This startled John, he couldn’t think anymore. Was he dreaming or having a nightmare? “I’ve been in this world for thousands of years, I was banished from my world because of my appetite for human souls. Once a decade I would come here and feed on the souls of any humans I could find. But now I am forced to move from place to place, causing unsolved murders wherever I go. So, now I am to move again, but before I do, I shall have one last feed.” The figure started walking towards John again and placed his hand on his shoulder. With a huge burst of power he was lifted off his feet and all of a sudden John was face to face with the creature. His horrible distorted face was showing a crude smile through the yellow eyes and black gums. His teeth were a dull black/grey colour and the skin on his face matched the colour of his feet, and all over his body. He was a monster. The creature looked up and his eyes turned dark red. “Do not struggle. I will remove your eyes and consume your soul. You will not feel anything.” The creature then started to chant in a strange archaic language. He moved his hand towards John’s face. John immediately closed his eyes tight, but was thwarted by the creature that had placed one finger over his eyelid and pulled it upwards. The creature was getting louder with the chant and his eyes grew darker and darker until, eventually, they were black. His other hand started moving towards John’s face. This was it… he braced himself.All of a sudden the monster let out a bellowing wail of pain and dropped John onto the ground. At once John noticed David standing above the hole with his gun pointed directly at the beast. “Shoot it again,” yelled John. A barrage of bullets followed and eventually John was lifted from the deep pit and all at once he noticed the empty feeling had gone. “I’m having a couple of weeks off, I think” David just smiled uneasily at the wreck that John was, picking him up and limping out of the door.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope you enjoyed it, or found it at least a little bit interesting.

Peace out!

I'm Back (again)!

After a short absence where I was unable to post (lack of internet connection) I severely missed posting on my little blog. It doesn't make much difference wether I post here or not, but It makes me feel happier to write my thoughts onto web space. And that's the most important thing I think.

So... what have I missed out on this past month? It would be stupid to think that just because I don't have the internet I still don't seek the news. The London Bombings... that happened on my birthday, It was very strange because I had been out skateboarding and my mother phoned me on my mobile as we were coming back and told me that a number of bombs had gone off in the capital. I felt strangely empty. Like I had no emotion. I couldn't feel happy or sad, but I feel greatly for the innocent commuters who were caught up. Let's not blame any religion for this cowardly action. Let's blame ignorance.

I have also been filming for a skateboarding DVD me and my friends are hopefully going to bring out in the very near future. Here's a screenshot of me skating: (it's only a little drop, but I never had a chance to flip it. I sprained my ankle that day, and about a fortnight later the council tore the site down)

Thank you for returning to the Random Window, keep looking for future posts. Now I have my internet connection, there's no stopping me!!

Shout out!

Due to the contract on my job ending at the end of this week, I won't be posting for a little while, well at least not until I get my computer connected on the net. So I'd like to thank all of those who have been reading or have ever read anything on this site and all of you who commented on the random posts that I hope have even given you something to remember, (Global Dimming perhaps?). So, thank you all, and I'll be posting soon, I promise. But until then...

Live long, Skate fast and Have Fun! (The second one is maybe a lil' bit specific)

Thank you,

Adam Culyer

I'm Back!

I recently went skateboarding, and to begin with I was being very conservative and not trying any tricks due to fears of damaging my foot again. However, I came across no problems and decided to get a bit bigger as the day went on. By the end of the day it was as if the injury hadn't ever ocurred. Maybe I was in the right mindset, or maybe I had lots of energy, but it seemed that I was actually better than before I did the injury. It's strange but as I was jumping a small stair gap of around six steps (which I landed first try) all memory of injuries and not landing just disappeared and It seemed harder to bail(crash) than it did to land the tricks. I hope I can keep this up, because at this rate, I'll be much better than I was before. I also put it down to a new deck which I have recently purchased too, but it can't all be down to the board can it? I mean, I have to have some skill too! Also, my fakie 360 flips are smoother than they've ever been and have now become my favourite trick. Good times.

The Clock is Ticking

As the seconds whittle away I am searching for another job. I know I shouldn't worry about anything, what with the global dimming thing, but you wanna make the goochie go woo woo. And the only thing to make that happen is cash. It's a fact of modern life.

However, if I procrastinate in my search for employment, that means I can go skateboarding more. Plus, i'm planning to work at a music festival in august if nothing is happening then. Im crossed between my love for skating and music and the need for a regular income. Shall i be boring and skate on the weekends or just f*ck it and spend the next few months being overly hedonistic? It's not very practical, but by god is it fun. Plus, I'm only 20, so I suppose i'll get serious about work and careers later. But i may find out that i can't get serious because i've wasted all of the early opportunities and end up in an even more tediously boring, dead end job.

It's a nightmare.

Designing a winning concept.

I have had a lot of ideas over the past few months regarding shows and things. One of the things that i think will be funny is a comic strip depicting a character that asks for a cigarette at the most inappropriate times. But you really have to read it to fully understand. Anyway, I was puzzling over the idea that everone in this planet had an individual outlook on life, so how do you know if something is funny, or interesting? This is certainly an issue i will have to play with and try to create something brand new and refreshinly original. But nowadays the boundaries are being pushed further and further and the idea of being original is hurting yourself badly for entertainment value. I mean, what do i have to do... have a spasm in mid...

...aahgg woo woo. AAAAAAAAHHHH!...

...sentance? Is that funny? It certainly is original. But no one understands it, so therefore it is not funny. It a tricky balancing act. But one which, I'm sure, I will have fun trying.

I'm not even sure what this post was trying to say, but then again, does it matter? If anyone read this, then it's reason enough to write it, I think.

Peace.

The state of today's music

I have been an avid music fan ever since i could talk and now it seems the industry has ran out of original ideas. I mean, throughout the decades music has undergone a number of changes to what is considered talent. In the sixties it was all about being 'psychadelic' and the humble beginnings of bands such as The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. In the seventies it was about getting as much feedback from an amplifier with an electric guitar as possible. For example: Queen, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zepplin etc. And in the eighties it was about being smart, having loads of money and using synthetic sounds on every track you produce. And then the nineties came and so did Oasis, along with the renewed laddish movement coined originally with the stones but then abandoned during the over-franchised eighties.

But today it seems as though we are back tracking. We over glorify karaoke singers and buy re-releases of old songs that are never sung as well as the original. And a lot of bands today are moving back in time. For example: Franz Ferdinand(80s), The Darkness (70s) and the Libertines (who seem to drift between the 70s and 90s).

Also, what really got on my nerves was the fact that a girl group, manufactured on television no less, can get a number 1 single for 'Eternal Flame' originally sung by The Bangles. What's going on? In my opinion, the only style that is really going anywhere is the hip-hop industry. But then again, it's starting to merge with pop music to create Hip-pop, with the likes of Beyonce and Mary J Blige.

Come on!!! Let's get creative!!!

Is cannabis addictive?

I used to smoke cannabis everyday, and currently i am off it. Occasionally i will by £10 worth and it will last me a few days. But recently, i have found out about a lot of people who seem positively addicted to the stuff. I don't need to be high ALL THE TIME, but these people can't function without being off the map everyday.

I don't think it's the chemicals in the weed that make it addictive, it's the fact that it feels so good to be stoned, and these people can't bring themselves above the need for this feeling. It also makes sobriety feel utterly depressing, which i beleive to be another factor towards dependancy. However, i don't feel these effects, even though i spent the best part of four years being stoned and all of a suddern stopped. Anyone else out there reading this (which I seriously doubt) who wants to share their wisdom with me then i will be very grateful. But to be honest, no one reads my stuff anyway.

TENK YOU VEDDY MUCH!!

The New TV event

The New Big Brother has just strated in Britain, and I, for one, will be glued to my screen. The selection of housemates this time has surpassed all expectations of weirdness. There's a transvestite who has just come out of the closet on TV, a witch who actually believes she has been abducted by aliens, a total slut who entered in a plastic nurses outfit, a disillusioned 70's dancer who thinks he's a pop star and a del-boy wannabe from London, just to start.

The rest of them are just as "whacky" and are sure to provide ample entertainment over the next few months. It's not even passed a whole week and already there's been tears and fighting. Along with a few gratuitous titty shots from Lesley.

And Makosi, with her extremely difficult, yet easily executed task of getting everyone in the house to dislike her, making them vote for her, and becoming immune from eviction if she receives the most votes. Brilliant.

Good on you Big Bro... you've done it again!!

My Fragile Feet

I like to skateboard. Love it, in fact. But i am constantly blighted by injury. At this very moment I have torn ligaments in my right foot, due to a failed half cab kickflip up a slope. This has happened twice now in as many months, and before that i damaged my left ankle about four times.

Does anyone else have this problem, and is there any method of strengthening your feet, or anything you can wear to help prevent injury? I've thought of wearing football (soccer) shin pads with the ankle protection, but this is just one basic thought.

Any ideas???

"Tenk you veddy Much" - (Andy Kaufman as Foreign Man)

Global Dimming

It came to my attention that hardly anyone knows about Global Dimming. If you have heard about it, well, done, but if you haven't, pull your finger out and do some research.

Global Dimming is primarily caused by the formation of rain drops. They used to be formed by particles of dust or pollen which meant the rain drops were bigger. But now bigger particles of Carbon Monoxide and Sulphur Dioxide are forming the rain drops, which means they are smaller... and it's harder for the sun light to get through a lot of small drops that it is to get through fewer, bigger drops. And apparently, we have lost around 10% of our total sunlight on Earth in the past 30 years. It is actually holding the Global Warming back a little, however our planet is still heating up. And if it gets too hot, there's Ten Thousand Billion Tonnes of stabalised methane underneath the sea bed, which gets released when, you guessed it, the temperature rises.

Also, if we do not do anything about it, we will have irriversable damage within 25 years.

Now, am I crazy here, or does that sound a little bit scary?

The Entire Concept of Employment

It has recently occurred to me that employment is a relatively unfair concept. In a capitalist world the only way to survive beyond your means is to work for someone else, doing work for them. Now since employment has only been around for about 10,000 years it is still a relatively new idea in the evolution of the human race.

Before that, we used to rely on trade and exchanging our trade for other items in other trades. For example, a pig farmer would give one dead pig to a blacksmith, for re-shoeing his horse or something like that.

So i put it to anyone who is reading this, we rid ourselves of the inevitable drudgery from age 16 to 65 and actually do things for ourselves. It's the only way to actually save this planet in my opinion...

The Daily Drivvel...

Here i am again, a day after the previous post, talking rubbish again. You would think i would have much better things to do, but no. I'm sitting at my desk, at work, writing this, with no real motive.

Maybe i'm just filling time, or maybe there's a hidden message behind this? Whatever the reason, it's taken up just a little bit more web space and what's more... my name is on it too!

So until the next pointless post...

"well it's time, to say goodbye,
It's been good, having you, so near.
Although i've got to leave, it's the end,
I'll always be stayin' right here.
So my friends goodbye, it's just about that time,
wish that i could do, just one more song for you."

Peace out!

21 years ago...

Andy Kaufman's death was 21 years ago today, and i for one, remember him as a great man with a lot of greater ideas. It's such a shame that some people choose to exploit his name and steal his ideas by claiming he has returned.

Well let me tell you, he never died. He may have stopped breathing and declared officially dead by doctors, but his spirit lives on. (That sound really cheesy but it's true) I mean, how many people can still be considered to be radical even so long after they have died... Che Guevara? Malcolm X?

I enjoy Andy's work to this day and still laugh at the Saran wrap bit on the Andy Kaufman show, with the invisable steps. Good on you Andy, you're a legend.

This is unrecognised... and rightly so.

I expect no one to read this. Nor do i expect anyone to care, if they are.

My name is Adam, and I was born the same year Andy Kaufman died. Even though I was never officially alive when he was, I feel a connection with his ideas. I am currently working in a boring office job, on boring hours and low wages. I need a creative outburst or something, and i'm hoping that someone out there has the answer. This is not a plea for help, it is simply a recognition of what i will do...

...i hope you will see me in the near future on your TV. But until then , i'll keep working towards the goal.

Thank you very much.

my new blog

this new blog is for all the people who love andy but have accepted his death long before the movie even came out...

and for anyone who still thinks it's possible...

..."they are all oatmeal north of the eyebrows".