Well I got back from Creamfields monday afternoon and felt like...... ROSES AND SUNSHINE!

I've never been so debauched at a festival and felt so good! Lol... it's odd, I even went to work for 8 this morning and was fine. The journey back monday was a stress free shuttle bus to Runcorn station. Where we had to remove our shoes, which were coated in clay, and place them in a small bag. Wash in the most beautiful station toilets I have ever seen and get a few different trains home. Had to change like twice coz they kept canceling services going south coz of some suicidal looser. But it was still really chilled. We even missed 3 trains from Crewe back to Brum in like 20 minutes of faffing and still got home before schedule!!

But I digress.

It was a great weekend, photos pending... Pendulum were better than expected (In Silly Company by 'Pen-Duhhh-Lum' is not my favourite album, however the great Hold You Colour By 'Pendulum', is... if you get my humour... which you don't is seems, good), Soulwax were storming as were Kasabian who I do love live a lot more than on record.

Saw all the Birmingham crew, Hype Andy C etc... and Felix De fucking Housecat... Whom I've seen like 5 times, not a massive fan, like not love, but I see them all the time somehow.

Chic made me wet my panties with summertime jazz joy... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FREAK OUT!

Many other japes to numerous to mention also occured.

Plus..... Everyone and I mean everyone that we spoke to that was a solid gold diamond geezer or a cutely charming first rate lady was Scottish or Northern Irish. Lots of London louts and gobby Scouser. But ALL the nice people were celts... loved it! Maybe it was because we had a red headed Irish thoroughbred with us..... maybe

Curse my foolishly soft heart!

I bottled out of telling my housemates that I was seriously considering moving to Nottingham.

Maybe I'll break it to some of the guys at Creamfields and then the rest when I get home...

If they're high, they'll be really happy for me that I've made a decision to move on and up. Right?

Or maybe I'll be too high to break the mood and just join in with the 'We're the best band in the world' stuff that usually comes out.... Damn....

Either way. Damn. If I do and if I don't. This will suck when it breaks and I don't even have a shoulder to cry on when it does. 'Le sigh'. At least The Prof will be here soon.

He's a friend I've known since 2nd year... we called him The Prof back then, on account of his love of Dinosaurs and vast knowledge on The RNLI (I kid you not). He is now doing a PhD in political history here in Nottingham in september! Fitting. He's always been the sturdy sensible tree to my passionate strong winds... Good ear. Good times.

All the more reason to get this Birmingham mess sorted... 'le sigh'........ why are things hard? Rhetorical!

It's good to be back home with my own things.

G and I watched Secret Window this evening. Dead funny. I kind of resent having to value certain days of the week over others, but I think I could dig this weekend thing. I'd like to pretend I had to put off cutting the grass or something tomorrow, but secretly I'm just gonna love the inactivity ...

Well.... many of will not know that I am working for a mental health trust of the NHS.... I'm leading a project, that I'm not going to get into details about here... mostly coz it's confidential and things like this are data protected.... BUT.

I had my first visit to a medium security CAMH ward today (AKA Child and Adolesant Mental Health). I think I may have found the love of my life! She's kooky and attractive and young and interesting!

I came through the locked doors at the reception of the building and through onto one of the wards... I was hereby greeted by a curvy blue eyed girl, she had long nipple length, straight blonde hair, with a pair of neat black glasses tucked ontop of her head and was wearing knee length, loose white linen skirt matched with a tight white blouse and a pair of cherry red DMs, untied. She must have noticed me blush when I shook her hand and asked to see the ward manager, as she smiled sweetly, in that way girls do when they see a guy crumble at the sight of them. There was an awkward exchange of purposes, her voice was soft and pretty well recieved without being posh, I swallowed too much.

She heel toed and quickly disappeared round a corner, the male nurse that was guiding me eyed my reaction. 'We don't often get young lads working round 'ere, I bet you're looking out for a pretty young nurse aren't ya?'. I laughed and laddishly told him I couldn't help but notice that the psych nurses were the pick of the crop. They're all relaxed and interesting people, with good stories and caring souls, without the bitterness associated with your average general nurse that deals with shit and blood all day. We giggled as the ward manager trotted round the corner her arms full of 'business'. But my mind was still running over the girls eyes and how foolish I felt at my blushing, it always highlights my acne.

The ward manager ushered us both down the corridor and towards the main office. The nurse and his manager took the lead and began to chat about the recent intake and the dealings of the day. Someone on one of the intensive wards in another building had set fire to themselves that morning and it was pretty hot news, when I heard a soft call from behind me. 'Jason! Jason one moment'... it sounded like the voice of that young psych nurse, my breath left me and I choked for a split second. She must have read my name from my ID, I didn't remember telling her, I had thought that was odd at the time surly she'd need to tell her manager who I was. I passed it off as her simply being gorgeous and talented and peceptive.

I turned with the nurse ahead of me as the ward manager turned herself around the next corner. There she was, the young blonde. Naked. She had a beautiful body, her breasts were about as perky as they get with nipples naturally aching to face sky and a pinched waist with a cute, slim, pot belly, leading down to her curvy hips. She had politely trimmed dark hair above her pussy shaved to a wide stripe. She was still wearing the DMs. Simply gorgeous, my jaw dropped (you had to check her out didn't you - ED). 'Please Jason! If you marry me, they'll let me go home'... The male nurse strode past me, pulling off his long sleave top and wrapping it round her, giggling. 'No no Alice, we'll let Jason and Rachel get on with their business, back to your room'. Rachel was stood behind me now, 'You'll get used to the adolecent wards Jason', her eyes dropped and her voice got a bit harder, 'Never go on the wards alone. We can stop in my office if you like?'....

Turns out she was a 'service user'.... damn it!

Soooooooooooooooo.... I've had a busy day doing business. At least even if my investigation shows that I can't go forward and action the project proposal, I've got some stories .

Well I have a job to tide me over for a few months and stop me having to introduce myself as 'A Bum'.

It's a project management type role for HM (that's her majesty to any non brits).... money isn't as good as it could be for the position, it's gay public service (stupid tax spending), but it's enough. If I'm honest I thought they were joking when they told me the salary.... it's way more than I was expecting!!!!

It's out of Notts so I'll be staying with the rents during the week and going back to my house at weekends. Not a great setup, but it's all I have for now.

It does mean though that by Christmas I will be able to buy me one of these for myself from 'Santa'



Turns out I love ESP way better than the original... they're Strat copy beats the shit out of any American Fender I've played, like ever... AKA I liked the ESP one, I fucking hate all other Strats... and their LPs are The Sex!!

Also I want



So sexy.... so very naked and sexy. You can see under the lacquer .

I need heavier music... I am getting so bored of thr bands I play in. The sparse prog guitar and rave synth playing were great when it was new and exciting and a challenge, but now it's just boring if I'm totally honest.

I watched a rockumentary with my housemates (and bandmates) on Killswitch Engage the other day....

oh and for the information of the world.... Killswitch Engage is abrieviated to KE not KSE! Killswitch is one fucking word you retards! I mean for gods sake... Hardcore isn't spelled with an X either.... fuck tards. Anyway... ignoring the fact that I know full well why this is the way, and I actually kinda like it...

I wanna play Metalcore... or just something heavy and fast and heavy and brutal and fun and not fucking low mood indie or dirty ecstasy fuelled, whatever the fuck BST is...

Any takers?

Obviously I'm playing guitar and maybe some vocals. But will need at least 3 others willing to whore themselves to 'The Scene' and sell their ass to a youthful audience at about £4 a pop....

Answers on a postcard please!

I wrote a synopsis, but the internet was silly and I lost it..... that's happened twice in the time it took to write this blog.... I wasn't gonna give up.... well till now.

Basically... GCHQ postponed.... Babcock were cocks and too many sacrifices.... plus foolish amoral facade broken by clever techniques, didn't get in........ Sticking to 'The Plan'. It was a good plan, why am I trying to deviate, nobody knows.... oh what a delightful world we live in.

The End.

Mom got all artistic on my ass and took jazzy pics throughout the day...

Look at me go in a scholaristic manner....





For the few that might be interested ----> The ceremony was all a bit Unseen University... I liked the absurd pageantry.

First the engineering school baton was paraded down the central aisle of the Universities, Great Hall (all stained glass , marble pilars and a very large church organ, playing baroque, classical and the star wars theme, awesome) followed by a few members of the departments in their velvet robes and floppy hats (special note to the business lecturer P R Atkins (yes thats Prat-Kins) only in bachelor gowns, lol) (you snob - Ed). Then the University baton followed by the Dean, Vice Chancellor and Pro Vice Chancellor and the heads of the school.

Followed by a load of ritual speaches: I found it funny that the Vice Chancellor's involved a lot of, 'for the degree that the said person has done that thing that he may have done very well, over some time for that guy'... Very general and ditached, made me think of Mustrum Ridcully mumbling about universities being great places except for the students, lol....

At the end we all joined a parade with the faculty and heads out of the hall as everyone (AKA guests and parents at the back) cheered, for the final department photo. Great day, silly, but still a really great day .

Well I got my computer back. Tried to use it plugged into my universal adaptor and the battery just contiuned to run down. So I took it to The Tech Guys to check if it was my power supply adaptor... nope, they couldn't charge it either. For fuck sake. I have to send it back again now with this detailed description and hope they actually do something about it.

I've been without it now for nearly two weeks! I may die... I haven't finished mixing the new Bee Stealers EP... I have to use my housemates computer to check my email and sort out things for job applications... I can't use MSN when I wanna to chat to peeps outside my area code.... jeez... I can't even look at porn or jerk off to SG , lol.... ....... This situation can fuck RIGHT off. I'm havin to use Mom's at home atm.

Well I have started taking job searches seriously and on adding my details to monster and other such websites, the phone hasn't stopped bloody ringing, I wish they'd leave me alone!

A few of em seem super cool though and I might actually be interested, AKA they don't involve being a design engineer for the worlds leader in high power switching gear in Mansfield (eiw) or some world leader in control valve manurfacturing... dull.

Babcock nuclear energy services... nuclear responsibility? I don't know whether I'd trust myself helping to oversee decommissioning projects. The prospectus looks cool though, lots of pics of cold storage areas .

MOD Avionics... They can't tell me what I'd be doing , but they want me to attend a group assesment at GCHQ. This one I didn't apply for, some women phoned me and told me she had my CV infront of her and 'was I available on the 24th July'......... I never sent my CV to her! Scared? Yes. Excited and curious? Definitely. My brother says it might be because UoB os Russell group, but I prefer the 007 explaination.

Mom got all artistic on my ass and took, jazzy pics throughout the day...

Look at me go in a scholaristic manner....







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Computer says 'fuck off'...

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Well I got my computer back. Tried to use it plugged into my universal adaptor and the battery just contiuned to run down. So I took it to The Tech Guys to check if it was my power supply adaptor... nope, they couldn't charge it either. For fuck sake. I have to send it back again now with this detailed description and hope they actually do something about it.

I've been without it now for nearly two weeks! I may die... I haven't finished mixing the new Bee Stealers EP... I have to use my housemates computer to check my email and sort out things for job applications... I can't use MSN when I wanna to chat to peeps outside my area code.... jeez... I can't even look at porn or jerk off to SG , lol.... ....... This situation can fuck RIGHT off. I'm havin to use Mom's at home atm.

Well I have started taking job searches seriously and on adding my details to monster and other such websites, the phone hasn't stopped bloody ringing, I wish they'd leave me alone!

A few of em seem super cool though and I might actually be interested, AKA they don't involve being a design engineer for the worlds leader in high power switching gear in Mansfield (eiw) or some world leader in control valve manurfacturing... dull.

Babcock nuclear energy services... nuclear responsibility? I don't know whether I'd trust myself helping to oversee decommissioning projects. The prospectus looks cool though, lots of pics of cold storage areas .

MOD Avionics... They can't tell me what I'd be doing , but they want me to attend a group assesment at GCHQ. This one I didn't apply for, some women phoned me and told me she had my CV infront of her and 'was I available on the 24th July'......... I never sent my CV to her! Scared? Yes. Excited and curious? Definitely. My brother says it might be because UoB os Russell group, but I prefer the 007 explaination.