EATING A LIGHT BULB

Everyone wants something,
Everything has a price.
The price to pay is sometimes too much,
But is too much enough to stop you?

How far can one cross the line and still go back,
Though going back is never the same.
Same thoughts, same feelings, forget it,
Just remember the course you took.

But if you're willing to pay the price,
And you're the determined to go back.
Would you erase the line you crossed,
And eat a light bulb?

GAME OVER!

I spent today with two of my mates who were both searching for an elusive game, titled "Soul Calibur 4". So we drove to Wembley market hearing of a stall that might have a pre owned copy or two. And surely enough, there it was. Just the one pre owned copy though.
Justin; the greedier of the two called shotgun on it. CLAIMED! Felt so bad for Paul. There's nothing worse than having to pay full price for something your mate bought under half price. It's what they would call "a shegg". And after checking another dodgier stall, where the ghetto looking 'brotha' tried selling me some iffy looking games. We decided to go to a mall, to a store called 'GAME', where they sold new and pre owned games. Didn't really mind paying a couple of extra quid. I mean it is the number one store for all you gaming needs.
So I ask the store clerk for a pre owned copy of this game. He checks.... he has four. RESULT! "How much is it?" we ask. Now the next thing that comes out of his mouth made no sense to me at all. You see further down the row of games was a brand new copy of "Soul Calibur 4". Now imagine my surprise when this clerk tells me that the price of a pre owned game costs the same as a brand new one.
Now I work in sales and there is no way a used car would ever cost the same as a brand new one. It makes no sense and it would just irritate customers. And thats exactly what I felt. What a stupid way to do business. I am so not happy with this kind of service, and I've been a loyal customer. I felt to dash my loyalty card square on his forehead, and I really should have!

cost of brand new "Soul Calibur 4" = £29.99

cost of pre owned "Soul Calibur 4" = £29.99

cost of store clerk's look on face when loyalty card smacks him in the face = priceless

cost of seeing me in cuffs for assault on store clerk = glad I didn't do it.

SHOOT BRIXTON

Shoot Brixton u ask? Don't take it too literally. I didn't go around SW9 wielding a gun of some kind as a result of my recent troubles. Instead take it, in a visual sense.
So my sister convinced me to take part in a very unusual treasure hunt. I think that's what it was? I think? So it was; up early on a Saturday (a very dull, wet and gloomy Saturday.) meet Gizzur and a long drive to SW. After a coffee and a smokes it was off to registration and a team talk in "Plan B". Only after I had received my starter pack did I realise what i had gotten myself into. 9 clues each leading to a particular place in Brixton, and our task was to solve these clues and snap up some pretty snazzy pictures of these places. However it wasn't about just solving the clues, but more about being thoughtful and artistic. 5 hours we were given to complete this task. Deadline at 5pm, and boy was my brain stalling. I mean blank. I needed inspiration... and quick.
It might have been the smell of fish in the market, or the idea of having to throw a little flounder about in the air that woke me. I eventually got my brain up to 2nd gear and we were doing great. We were on a roll. From paper boat hats, to a rabbi resembling an Australian. From fishes crossing the street to a potatoe on a skateboard. GREAT STUFF! I've never had so much fun running around in the rain, aimlessly at times. I mean we were SOAKED.
5pm struck and it was back to base with a the 9 chosen pictures. "I hope we win one clue at least." No such luck though. Couldn't even believe some of the pictures that the judges picked to win. I was like, "I took one of those." What a shame? And to top it all off my beautiful new digital SLR could only take so much of the rain, and after enduring a puddle it caught a cold and died shortly. Thank God for warranty ey?
On the whole it was a fantastic day out. Maybe because I hadn't really gone out to enjoy myself for a while. Or because I was out with a good friend, an evil sister, and a complete stranger. (Hi serieta, ur not a stranger anymore) or maybe it was just good to have a bit of unusualness in my life. Something different to do. Something off the wall. To me it was exactly that. Sign me up to the next one I say. God damned judges and their crap taste. I mean a potatoe on a skateboard? On a skateboard?? Come on??? Why I'll show them!

BIRTHDAY RANT!

Right then 27 years young/old. This year has brought about a bit of a change in me. This blog however is not so much about "the change". Just taking the opportunity to rant about something that's been eating me up for weeks and weeks prior to my birthday.

Everyone (and everything in fact, nowadays) is bestowed with this one special day, every year. A day you call your own regardless of the tens and thousands of people who may share the same birth date as yours. This is YOUR day. The day Gaia (mother earth) opened your eyes to the world, freedom, and your choice of infinite possibilities laid ahead of you. So every year you and everyone in your life celebrate the day you were born. In short it's a very momentous day. VERY! right? I mean it is, your birthday? My birthday?
Right then. Here's where my views on those birthday sentiments end, and where my rant begins. To start off, a chain of unfortunate and trying events took course in my life over the last three, maybe four months or so. It involved me, (obviously) and my girlfriend/fiance of eleven years. A nightmare I could not escape from, asleep or awake. No, I won't be getting into the horrible details of this unexpected struggle, and most surreal experience I've had to endure. Sorry to disappoint the sadist types. The sad truth was, no matter how hard I fought to save "us". My efforts were futile and no match against a certain "Crystal" who had my lady firmly in her grip. Me and my lady are no more. Hard to accept after eleven years but undeniable. So........ you're probably thinking, "where does all this tie in with ranting about birthdays". Well I ain't ranting about your birthday, I'm ranting about mine.
You see I was the guy who fancied 'the girl next door'. And I was, 'the boy next door'. Over a small period of time, romance developed and it was inevitable.......
but wait here comes the "doo doo squish" (thats the feeling you get when you've just stepped on a steaming turd and say to yourself "Damn it, how did I not see that?") Why on earth did I ask her out on my birthday? Did I think it was cool? Jeez! Anyway, over the years the 29th of October became more and more momentous for that reason, our anniversary. Eventually I made the 29th our day. I mean that's what i know it as now. Being with her was a defining point in my life and the 29/10 was our "life landmark." And that carried more significance to me than just personally owning or claiming the day all to myself.
Ok lets look at it from this perspective. Do you remember what it felt like when that doctor pulled you out into the world and gave you your first ass spanking, upside down probably? I don't think so. Now do you remember what it felt like when you first kissed, and made love to that person you wanted to be with the most? Definitely.
So for the first time in 11 years I was supposed to celebrate my birthday on the 29th. Was weird as hell because my brain kept wanting to celebrate a relationship. I was uncomfortable and had no idea how to celebrate my own birthday. I know I have to work on it again, and I will. I'm a rain whistler. Anyway the 29th of October is completely lost on me. Now I'm thinking to celebrate it nine months before; when i was conceived. YUCK! So 29th of Feb it is. Makes sense to me. I think life constantly throws us from one sinkhole to another. We make it out most of the time. And there will be a mother of all struggles along the way, that should you make it through will change most, if not all of you completely. You could say, transformed, or even reborn. Maybe we don't just have one birthday. Throughout one's life, one might have more than a handful. And on that note to avoid being in this kind of predicament, just watch where you step. Asking a girl out on YOUR day is NOT cool.