Well I might as well tell you now, I was going to vote for the Green Party today.
I cycled down to my voting station posed as my brother (my registration was rejected and so used my brothers vote instead) and joined the very orderly cue waiting to vote.
I was set on the Green Party vote, I'd practiced my ticks, I'd engaged in a few heated debates concerning my choice and I felt pumped and ready to make that commitment.
My turn comes round to hop in the little booth and so I enter, unfold my slip of choices and BAM, am confronted with the crushing realization that there's no green party option.
I was going to go and point it out the the people behind the desk but a few worries started to whur around my mind concerning the fact that perhaps they go by another name in these parts or maybe they've not got through for some reason.
Consequently I'm left to dawdle in the booth for a good five minutes whilst I milled over my options.
I figured I could vote for another party that I know very little about or I could as I see it make a true stand and place a vote for none of the candidates.
I went for the latter option, posted my blank slip and strode out of there feeling as if I had made a true statement.
Considering that wassock Cameron is probably going to be head honcho from now on I'm sort of thinking that perhaps I should have gone for option number one but right in the midst of it all I felt as if my decision had been the correct one.
Dedicated to Aron the biggest Tory dork out there. x
Sunday, 9 May 2010
EXPERIENCE #92: BECOMING A REAL MAN WITH THE PURCHASE OF A GENTLEMANS TOBACCO PIPE
Yessiree, today I ticked off one of my longest lasting must do's, I went and got myself a pipe.
For the past two years running I have vowed on New Years Eve that my resolution is to take up smoking a pipe.
Lord knows why, perhaps it's to do with the whole bad boy image I am having to constantly uphold and improve upon or maybe it's because I'm half way through the Sherlock Holmes saga's and I think he's super cool / I'd do anything to replicate his entire being in any way, shape or form possible (and breathe Dan, goooood).
I have had my eye on one particular pipe in one particular shop for a few weeks now. Today I strolled right on up to the counter, rapped my knuckles on the glass top and asked the good sir behind it to fetch the one I'd been oggling at, post haste mind you.
So I proudly left the store pipe in hand and with my chin up I trundled on home.
I quite honestly feel like a child with a pornographic magazine or something, the pipe is something that I'm hiding from my mum and brag about to my mates.
Has it proven to be a good smoking utensil I hear you ask, well I haven't used it as of yet as I'm waiting the most perfect of opportunities to do so.
I have however decided that I suit the pensive pipe smoker type so will put it to use in times of deep concentration as well as debates and the births of each and every one of my children, quite.
Toodles for now x
For the past two years running I have vowed on New Years Eve that my resolution is to take up smoking a pipe.
Lord knows why, perhaps it's to do with the whole bad boy image I am having to constantly uphold and improve upon or maybe it's because I'm half way through the Sherlock Holmes saga's and I think he's super cool / I'd do anything to replicate his entire being in any way, shape or form possible (and breathe Dan, goooood).
I have had my eye on one particular pipe in one particular shop for a few weeks now. Today I strolled right on up to the counter, rapped my knuckles on the glass top and asked the good sir behind it to fetch the one I'd been oggling at, post haste mind you.
So I proudly left the store pipe in hand and with my chin up I trundled on home.
I quite honestly feel like a child with a pornographic magazine or something, the pipe is something that I'm hiding from my mum and brag about to my mates.
Has it proven to be a good smoking utensil I hear you ask, well I haven't used it as of yet as I'm waiting the most perfect of opportunities to do so.
I have however decided that I suit the pensive pipe smoker type so will put it to use in times of deep concentration as well as debates and the births of each and every one of my children, quite.
Toodles for now x
EXPERIENCE #91: PUTTING TOGETHER MY OWN PIN HOLE CAMERA
Consequently I have been left with a big pinhole shaped, er, hole in my heart ever since mainly because I greatly enjoy both cameras and making cheap bodge job replicas of things that I am simply too poor to buy.
So whilst having a little wonder around the internet I stumbled upon the creative going on's of a clever chap who goes by the name of Marc Rochkind. He made his own version of a pinhole camera that varied slightly from other models I had seen.
He had blacked out a simple cylindrical tube that had a diameter of roughly twenty centimeters, pierced the metal base to create the pinhole and then popped a piece of photographic paper (cut to a circular shape) in the lid end.
What he created was a magical little circular projection of his humble abode.
I'm not entirely sure how copywriting issues are dealt with within blogging circles but I'm simply putting the photo up here to show its greatness to all, I mean no harm brother ... p.s kudos to infinite for this little gem, I mean it.
I've added lighting bolt speed stripes either side to give it the aerodynamic quality that I strive for in all my DIY projects, I hope you don't mind Rochkind (can I call you by your surname? Sweet).
One of my contacts is hooking me up with a few sheets of photographic paper and soon enough I should have my own little circular keepsake of joy, huzzah!
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
EXPERIENCE #90: PLANTING MY OWN BED OF CANIVOUROUS PLANTS
Yes, in a mere eight weeks time I should the first signs of my own little version of the shop of horrors, brilliant.
Me and my little brother Isaac created swamp like conditions with peat, water and 'swamp rocks' and then simply scattered the seeds all over the top.
Next thing we had to do was put it in the fridge where it has to stay for eight weeks now to go through a process called stratification, STRAT - IF - FA - CAY - SHOON yes.
The problem is that because of the tub it's in and the color and texture of the peat soil mixture it highly resembles one of those Sarah Lee chocolate gateaus, you know, the ones that poor people and pregnant women always eat?
I'm not pregnant but I am a little bit poor so whenever I open the fridge I get real excited to see it in there only to then realize that it's actually just mud in a tub.
Anyway back to the experience, we went for the three classic meat eating plants: the Venus Fly Trap, the Cape Sundew Trap and another one I forget the name of.
It was gardening with a twist (I'd like to use the term extreme gardening here) and I hope they come out of stratification ready to eat some things and keep me entertained for endless hours.
Me and my little brother Isaac created swamp like conditions with peat, water and 'swamp rocks' and then simply scattered the seeds all over the top.
Next thing we had to do was put it in the fridge where it has to stay for eight weeks now to go through a process called stratification, STRAT - IF - FA - CAY - SHOON yes.
The problem is that because of the tub it's in and the color and texture of the peat soil mixture it highly resembles one of those Sarah Lee chocolate gateaus, you know, the ones that poor people and pregnant women always eat?
I'm not pregnant but I am a little bit poor so whenever I open the fridge I get real excited to see it in there only to then realize that it's actually just mud in a tub.
Anyway back to the experience, we went for the three classic meat eating plants: the Venus Fly Trap, the Cape Sundew Trap and another one I forget the name of.
It was gardening with a twist (I'd like to use the term extreme gardening here) and I hope they come out of stratification ready to eat some things and keep me entertained for endless hours.
EXPERIENCE #89: BECOMING THE SOLE PROPRIETOR OF A NUGGET OF HARDENED VOLCANO MAGMA
I'm always keen to take hold of new, shiny and rare objects just like some sort of human-like magpie creature thing.
I already own a chunk of land on the moon and now I can quite proudly say I posses a little bit of dried up volcano lava.
This mainly gets a mention due to the circumstances in which I received this little trinket of joyousness.
Mother et al flew away to New Zealand which is where they extracted the lava for me (gosh that makes it sound as if I'm some sort of Professor Xavier character who's gone and sent his comrades off to retract an ancient relic of some sort....I didn't but let's just pretend I did).
However another volcano back up our way prevented all planes from flying to and from the UK which in many way I found highly amusing.
I found it even more amusing when my poor mum literally fell through our front door two weeks later than her schedule had permitted only to unfurl her clasped clammy little paw and present this gift to me. The irony tickled me pink it did.
It's something that I don't think many can claim to possess (apart from you Jay, you have one too) and so in that way it counts as a new experience.
I already own a chunk of land on the moon and now I can quite proudly say I posses a little bit of dried up volcano lava.
This mainly gets a mention due to the circumstances in which I received this little trinket of joyousness.
Mother et al flew away to New Zealand which is where they extracted the lava for me (gosh that makes it sound as if I'm some sort of Professor Xavier character who's gone and sent his comrades off to retract an ancient relic of some sort....I didn't but let's just pretend I did).
However another volcano back up our way prevented all planes from flying to and from the UK which in many way I found highly amusing.
I found it even more amusing when my poor mum literally fell through our front door two weeks later than her schedule had permitted only to unfurl her clasped clammy little paw and present this gift to me. The irony tickled me pink it did.
It's something that I don't think many can claim to possess (apart from you Jay, you have one too) and so in that way it counts as a new experience.
Monday, 3 May 2010
EXPERIENCE #88: GOING TO A SATURDAY NIGHT DRIVE IN MOVIE
I don't actually know one person out there that doesn't think that this would be a super cool experience to have.
My local town for whatever reason decided to pull their socks up and give the people what they actually wanted for a change and announced a weekend of drive in movies that everyone could attend.
Me and the gang changed into our denim and tees and drove the car down to watch the Saturday evening showing of Grease, classic!
As the sun went down the movie came on and the crowd absobloodylovedit!
Everyone was singing and honking along to the songs and other rather promiscuous lines from the film; gosh some people even just kept their hazard lights on for the length the film just show their enthrallment in the whole event.
Perhaps the only downside was that because it was so busy we were quite a distance from the screen which gave many of us eye ache, tut.
Anyhoo it was such a cool evening and I truly hope that they keep this going through the summer.
My local town for whatever reason decided to pull their socks up and give the people what they actually wanted for a change and announced a weekend of drive in movies that everyone could attend.
Me and the gang changed into our denim and tees and drove the car down to watch the Saturday evening showing of Grease, classic!
As the sun went down the movie came on and the crowd absobloodylovedit!
Everyone was singing and honking along to the songs and other rather promiscuous lines from the film; gosh some people even just kept their hazard lights on for the length the film just show their enthrallment in the whole event.
Perhaps the only downside was that because it was so busy we were quite a distance from the screen which gave many of us eye ache, tut.
Anyhoo it was such a cool evening and I truly hope that they keep this going through the summer.
EXPERIENCE #87: PAYING OFF MY CREDIT CARD AFTER FIVE WHOLE YEARS
Way back in my first year of uni, my brother and I spent the entire wad of mullah our dear ol' mum had given us to live off of during his stay on rounds of Lazer Quest down at the arcade.
Consequently we were poor and hungry and so I slunk down to the bank and picked up my very own credit card; that day we ate like gods.
In the years to come it saved me from various other slightly awful situations that I found myself in, for example the need for bail money to get me out of Thai prison and also preventing a few cold nights sleeping on the streets of Paris.
Needless to say for the most part its been pretty much maxed out and I've only really ever paid off the monthly interest.
Today though after a few months of toiling labor I achieved the unachievable and paid that bad boy off in full, good eh?
It is a very empowering feeling to get that burly bit of debt off my back and out of my brain, I think my bank must be a little relieved also.
I want to thank my credit card though for being with me through the toughest of times. Although I had no choice but to chop you up little man this dedication still goes out to you.
May your pieces rest in, um, peace(s)?
Consequently we were poor and hungry and so I slunk down to the bank and picked up my very own credit card; that day we ate like gods.
In the years to come it saved me from various other slightly awful situations that I found myself in, for example the need for bail money to get me out of Thai prison and also preventing a few cold nights sleeping on the streets of Paris.
Needless to say for the most part its been pretty much maxed out and I've only really ever paid off the monthly interest.
Today though after a few months of toiling labor I achieved the unachievable and paid that bad boy off in full, good eh?
It is a very empowering feeling to get that burly bit of debt off my back and out of my brain, I think my bank must be a little relieved also.
I want to thank my credit card though for being with me through the toughest of times. Although I had no choice but to chop you up little man this dedication still goes out to you.
May your pieces rest in, um, peace(s)?
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