Flea stared at me!

I was doing some uni work (Yes I was doing uni work! Shut up!) when I noticed someone on Facebook posting about blogging. That brought back some memories. Remember when I used to blog? phuh! All the time! Sometimes - twice in one day!

"Hey Martin how did you see someone's facebook update if you were doing uni work?" Because I've got 2 monitors. Now let me get back to my story dick head!


Wait, isn't Dick head 1 word? "Dickhead" That looks better, but the Google chrome spell checker's put a red, squiggly line under it... Hmm

Anyhoo, I was all like: "remember when I used to blog? I should get back into blogging."

But then came a question. What to blog about?

I paused for a second then I came to a conclusion. I could. Blog about...

THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!

As you probably know (The chances are - if you're reading this - you're probably me.) I went to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers last Saturday. It was fucking immense. Because My good friend Scott Lang (Langsters paradise) got me a ticket from O2, I had to meet him there to get it. I also had another ticket that I'd bought so I took my girlfriend. As it turned out, the Langsta didn't get there before we reached the door to get into the actual gig. So we were there with 1 ticket between us. I know what you're thinking; "Shit! You'll be killed". Luckily though, it wasn't some mad killer with a knife at my back, It was a very nice man with a spare ticket. I was too shocked to thank him properly. I was thinking I could do that here, but no. He won't be one of the 2 or 3 people to read this.

The support band were alright. At first I thought their guitarist was on heroin or something. Though after a while I realised; he's just a hipster twat.

But nothing previously mentioned in this post - or even the entirety of this blog - bears any significance in comparison to the fact that... FLEA STARED AT ME!

Right at me!

I was all like rocking out with my fist in the air and he was like...


It was intense. I thought I might shit myself - I didn't. But afterwards, I was thinking. If I'd flattened my hand to turn my putting my fist in the air into a Nazi salute... That would've probably thrown him off. That would be pretty funny.

I think I might start blogging more often, I might make it a weekly thing or something.

Let's get bloggical

bloggety blog blog de blog blog blog. Blogging!

Yeah! Blogging. I'm blogging. About something. I don't know what. I just feel like blogging. I used to blog about fuck all all the time.

Maybe I should blog about a clog...

Look, it's a clog!

*There was a picture of a clog here but it was massive and covered the whole screen. You could say it clogged up the page...*

Anyhoo, I'm back at uni. I could be doing uni work. Or I could blog about uni work.


Speaking of work. I was supposed to be working tonight but they sent me home early. Probably so I could make this post. Or because there were very few bookings. They don't care about my blog. :(

I though of some pretty funny observations the other day and was like "I should blog that shizz!". But I can't remember any of these observations. Maybe if I just keep blogging every day, my posts will start getting really good. No? maybe.

This post is 2 days late...

That's 2 days for each year I've been blogging

That's right! Today (well not actually today, but Friday) is the 2nd anniversary of this blog.
It all started with a picture of Leggat wearing a traffic cone on his head and a bunch of jokes about Billy being a paedophile.

Here's to another 2 years of me blogging - Perhaps even 2 and a half years.


(I would've posted a picture to make this post look better but to be honest - after 2 years - the love's gone and it feels more like work)

Go Blog!

OH MY (BLO)GOD!!

so yeah... I was going to start blogging again (good ain Martin)

Well what the fuck you think I'm doing now!

Stalling? You think I'm stalling? You think I have things to say? Opinons? Stuff that I could post on this blog that matters?

Well no, I don't. But I'm going to pretend I do...

So... those Chilean miners huh? When you think they're going to get out of the mine? Wha- oh. Right, they got out. But surely they've got to go back down again. Right?
I mean they ARE miners. That's what miners do, they mine. In holes. They've had a nice, several months long holiday, time to go back down some holes.
...And hopefully get back up at the end of their shifts this time.

In conclusion, I'm blogging again. Blogging like it's 2009... or like it's 2007. I blogged a lot in 2007.

I really don't have time to blog right now

But if I did, this would be a fucking mind-blowing post. Believe me.

Time to Flog Some Blog

And by "flog", I mean "blog". It's time to blog some blog. I'm gonna blog the blog outta this blog - it'll be so bloggy blogiful that blogspot will have to blog about blogging in ... well in blog.

That paragraph could've ended better. Could've started better too. The middle section was shit. It's basically a bad paragraph. My next paragraph'll be better. Much better than this one. It won't just be me apologising for earlier parts of the post. It'll be ground breaking. It'll be life changing. It'll be about how I'm watching 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

So anyway, I'm watching 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit' (told you I'd mention it - this paragraph's already great). I've never seen it before, is it good? Don't tell me. I'm watching it now. I'll find out soon enough. Just like when I found out how to catch Mew in the original pokemon games. How am I watching 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit'? I can only get 5 channels on my TV - none of which are showing the film. Well I'm not actually in Dundee... That's right, I'm in the thriving metropolis that is ROTHES. There's not a lot to do around here but my parents have sky+ and I've been watching the shit outta it.

Oh, it finished. Well that was a good film. thanks for not spoiling it in the previous (and might I say; fantastic) paragraph. And speaking of finishing, this blog post has just finished. Blog you for reading.

Damn...

I should really start proof-reading my posts on here. My last entry's full of mistakes, it's ridiculous.

Stupid reading.

New posts coming soon...

I assure you I'll be posting more amazing things on here, I've just been swamped lately. Bloody work, bloody uni, bloody I bought a new record player today. As you may remember, my old one broke over a year ago when I was writing this post so I've been waiting ages to hear some vinyl again.

While I spent my hard earned cash on a record player, Leggat bought something else...

http://www.leggatmeow.com

It's not much yet, but keep checking there. Fucking bookmark it. That place is gonna be fucking huge. Also, he might post there more than 6 times a year.

Blogging on my phone

yup, I'm blogging on my phone. Is it because I'm cool and on the edge? No. It's because my laptop went all 558 and broke on me. Not only did it break on me, it broke on me just as I have a load of coursework to do - most of it requiring me to use a computer. Also my earphones have stopped working. It seemed like every thing is subtilly becoming fucked.

At least my blog still wor... Gjjfghjm 558errmgjkijsbnhedfgghjjkbllllllbigoldbendermjjfssgkkklghkkbu

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I hope you die you pen-hogging bitch!

So anyway, I was in a lecture the other morning but I didn't have a pen to sign the register with. It was first thing on a Monday morning - I'm not exactly Mr organised am I? So when the girl next to me passed the signing sheet thing I asked if I could borrow her pen so that I could sign it. "No". She fucking said no! What a stuck up bitch! Who the fuck says no to letting someone use a pen to sign their name on a register?!? Did she think I was going to run away with it or something? I mean how can such stuck up cunts make it that far in life?

Maybe she mis-heard me or something and thought I was asking if I could kill her or rape her mum or something. But probably not. I hope her pen kills her or at least leaks in her pockets - that would fucking teach her!

In other news, I have no internet. That's right, I'm blogging in public. It's like I'm fucking French!

(they probably blog in public)

Anyway, it's been great blogging again - even if no one reads this - which is likely to be the case.

My 100th post

Yay. 100 posts. I fucking rule.

Happy face.

"that's not a set of bongos, it's just a small table shaped like bongos"

Well well well, look at me, half past midnight on a Friday night (or Saturday morning if you're being pedantic.) and I'm sitting on my own in the living-room of my flat - feeling kinda tired. At 20 years of age, I should be out at a club getting drunk and partying. But instead I'm sitting on my sofa (kinks song) and posting on my blog whilst pointing out all of my accidental Kinks references. Just added the word 'blog' to the Google chrome spell checker. Apparently I have to add 'Google' as well...



Adding words to the spell checker dictionary, THAT'S HOW I'M SPENDING MY FRIDAY NIGHT... or Saturday morning to be precise.

Two drunk girls are walking around on the other side of the road, they're laughing. Looks like they're having a good time. I bet I'll live longer than them. It'll certainly seem that way. Especially if I spend all my Friday nights like this. I might read a book later... yeah, that'll be good.

Maybe I'm nackered because it's been the first week of actual work at uni... I say actual work, lectures aren't exactly hard labour are they? Still, getting up in the morning is shite. I'm getting Tuesday and Wednesday off this week, after that it might just be Tuesdays I get off - hopefully not.

I broke 200 Tweets on Twitter today - just to keep my cool streak going.

On a brighter note... Last weeks Peep Show (first in the series) was mediocre to say the least, and this weeks episode? This week's episode was so good that me and Leggat hugged. Not in a gay way or anything... a manly hug *grunt* and a manly kiss...

I'm bloggin' and I hope you like bloggin' too.

Look at me, I'm posting in my blog - unlike a certain Martin Leggat Yeah that's right! We share a first name!

Anyway. As I was saying, I'm posting on my blog. I was tidying my room - I'll get back to that when I've finished this post. "But Martin!" (how do you know my name?) "Didn't you tidy your room less than a month ago" (oh right, I said it earlier in the post) "how can your room not still be tidy from then?" Well, fictional enquirer, Just after I'd finished tidying my room last time, I had to move everything into the middle of the floor for the bugman. The bugman never came, he got killed by a killer ant or something(killer ants - worse than swine flu). Luckily another Bugman came about 3 days later and sprayed the flat. I've just about finished recovering from it - oh look, a meal worm crawling out of the edge of my room. wait, that's no meal worm.

Fucking killer ants!

"I don't hate vests"

I can't think of anything to blog about. I actually can't think of a thing. I'm not going to let that stop me from blogging...

There was someone getting arrested across the road the other day. I might have mentioned that in another post - I just don't know. I got Ordained recently, despite what nico says I'm a real reverend - it says so here

I I I I I can't think of anything so I'm going to play Left 4 dead until my clothes are washed. I hate washing machines.

wheely fucked up stuff

I was commenting on another blog earlier and I got that stupid anti-bot verification thing looking a bit like this...


Now fair enough it's there to stop spam, but it's just so damn inconvenient.

The one thing that got me though was the small picture next to where you type. A picture of a wheelchair. In the magical world of the internet, what does having a wheelchair have to do leaving a comment on a blog? Surely I'm not the only one who can type without walking, wheelchair people should be able to aswell. Maybe if you're on a wheelchair, you can't read the funny text they have and pressing the button gives an alternitive way of sharing this information. I decidd to press the button and a voice started playing. Did the voice say what the letters were? I don't think it actually did. it was all backwardsy - quite scary really. Kept saying something about "saint N?" and how he sad and had a tool shed or somthing, then it wend on to say someone (I didn't get the name) was a "big ol' bender". Clearly, disabled people can't read funny text but can hear sounds if they are played in reverse - that's a sciento-logical (nothing to do with scientology)fact.

This post contained 2 made up words and countless spelling mistakes - I'm sure Leggat will find them and point them out for/at me.

Rejoice!

Billy's finally written - not 1, but 2 blog posts.

Well - they're both basically the same posts but with different levels of detail - but posts none-the-less

now we just need to see leggat update the flat 14 blog and the world will be beautiful again


speaking of beautiful - I've started making my own pizzas



how fucking good does that look?

1 month down

well well well. Today is the 1/12th anniversary of this blog... Well actually the blog's more than a month old but my first post was a month ago and that's what's important.


Now let's celebrate with some cake. And by cake, I mean a plectrum stuck in blu-tack


yummy