Ebenezer good

This is my tune from my pillhead days & maaaaaaaaaaan, does it make me miss my youth.


Lol Wiggers.

Wiggers. Still about. Still funny.

Enjoy : http://lolwigger.com

I'm so dreamy ..

I dreamt I had a bottle of Dr. Pepper, ice cold, in the fridge.. then when I woke up and realised it wasn't really there I was gutted. Put a damper on my whole day.


We do it better than those Yanks.

(Another music post, I know. I'll find something interesting to blog about one day soon).

Before Mad World blew up and hit the charts and shit.. UK heads dropped a sick remix on Manchester radio.

UK hiphop shits on US hiphop. Believe it.

Tom Vek

Who'da thunk it? Playing video games turns you onto good music.

This is my song breeeeh, gotta love GTA IV.

Tom Vek, you're the man.

Mr. Parker

I <3 this beat.

A night out in Cardiff, Wales.

I imagine it's the same in most UK cities, and pretty appalling, but going there alot for nights out myself since it's like 10 miles away from me, I can't help but feel a tiny bit of Welsh pride.

Here be the full set of pictures : CLICKY

And a few of my personal faves:

Why cats are better than dogs ..

Excerpt From a Dog's Diary...

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpt From a Cat's Diary...

Day 983 of my captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

This is spot on ..

.. but then anything can be attributed to anyone if it's vauge enough. Fortune tellers and astrologers in womens mags and that.. all bullshit.

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Songs I be liking today..

Blackface - The Session

MF Grimm - Dedicated

Demastas - Ain't No Sunshine

& a quick faaack you to ..

.. Wetherspoons.

For ending their 99p pint offer at the start of summer.


Fuck you, shampoo.

Yeah, semi-related to the Tragic Sex post, I went back to this girls house after a night out on Sunday. Lovely girl, feisty, (bitch gave me nosebleed.. no shit) tanned, good body etc.. but 'cos she shares a flat with others, we didn't have a room away from anyone else so as to do the business.

So she goes for a shower, & I follow & jump in with her after a few minutes just before she washed the shampoo out of her hair. All good, all like recreating those sexy shower scenes from movies and whatnot, bigging myself up in my head because I'm the man, switching shit up on the foldable shower seat (I know, right?), when with her hair flicking around a bit, a fat drop of shampoo flies right in my eye. I'm sure at first she thought I was shooting up in her or summut when I let out an 'Urghrghgrhgr aagragrga..'. Stuff proper blinded me for like 2 minutes, burnt like fuck, but we quickly realised what happened and fell about laughing.

It ruined the moment and put an end to movie sex in the shower, but it was a brilliantly comedic moment.

Next time though I'mma make sure it's 'Johnsons No More Tears' shit on the shelf, or they can just get themselves off with the shower head.

Fuck the TV licence ..

Slags. The lot of 'em. How can anyone justify having to buy a licence every year.. to watch TV. What the fuck is going on here?

After throwing countless letters in the bin and just giving them the finger for months/years, I got a knock on the door the other day. Half asleep, half idiot, I answered it and was greeted by some bloke from the TV licence company, who asked 'Can I come in?'.


Retrospect is a bitch. If I refused there and then.. I'd be all good. But nah.. I was like 'Uhh, yeah whatever man' and let him in.

He inspected my TV, took note of what was on TV at the time (Diagnosis Murder.. that's how I roll), interviewed me under caution (no shit), and said I might have to go to court unless I start paying straight away. The prick.

Anyway, a week or so on and after throwing the new letters in the bin, I get one that's about court and how proceedings will start unless I get a licence NOW. Shit is getting serious.. and I realise that if I go to court I'll probably get fined around £500, can't see it being more than that, but then a licence is only £140.

Still, it's the principle. I'mma decide how I'mma play this the next few days, but I reckon I'mma gonna haveta pay summut. Or bomb the BBC, either or.