I've decided to come back on here after being away for a couple of years. Just couldn't find any other forum-based sites with as much diversity as this one. Having said that i'm a little disappointed with the current state of SG. The boards i used to post on regularly are seemingly dead, as are many of the other boards i have recently joined. What's happened? I know a bunch of people i used to know on here have left the site, and all posted comments regularly, but there are other familiar faces still on here but way less active than they used to be. I don't get it.

So anyway, i'm after some new friends. So if you happen upon this page on your travels please stop by and say 'hi'. It'd be lovely to hear from you.

In other news i now have a daughter as well as a son, she is one in less than a month. Having two kids is not that much harder than having one but i am finding it difficult to distribute my playtime evenly between the two of them. Parenthood is still amazing though.
I'm also occupying what little free time i have replying to spam emails on a sort of 'spam the spammers' mission. You can see my replies here: Spamtwat.

Peace.

Got so many things i want to do with free time but nowhere near enough free time. I suppose that's a problem a lot of people have got but it's really beginning to piss me off, i'm coming to the conclusion that i've just got too many things i like doing. When i put it like that though it's really not a 'problem' in the true sense of the word is it? I mean i must have a pretty fucking decent lot if my current worry is that 'i like many things'.

Also i got a face mask filter type thing for when i'm riding to work so i don't breath in all that horrible shit cars spew out but i can't fucking breath through it! I get to work gasping so hard i sound like a bloody asthmatic in a porn shop. It's cool though, it means i don't taste fumes in my mouth all day, that really spoils your sandwiches.

My mate introduced me to the great comedy of Louis CK the other day, never heard of the bloke before but he's fucking great.



That's all i have to say right now. I've run out of word energy.

My mate just sent me this link. I wish they did that shit in nightclubs over here.



The nearest i've seen to this is some girls boxing in a pub in Bramley. They weren't pissed though & there were no comedy commentators or sound effects, just the grotesque din of viscious dogs barking outside & the aggressive chatter of about 100 young men & women in cheap tracksuits with venom in their eyes.

I've been up to loads recently, stuff far more pleasant than pub boxing too. Started a new job a month or so ago. It's great a lot more relaxed than my last one & that's really something cos my last job was real fucking relaxed yo! The therapies i'm now are mint too, in between sessions i can either fuck about on a trampoline or play basketball in a pool that's like 37 degrees. If i'm not doing therapies i'm out with service users going to art galleries or parks or bowling or museums or even just going for a coffee & a sit down somewhere. Fucking love this job!

Also cos i now get weekends off i've been spending lots of time with the wife & child it's been nice. Only downside is i'm revising for an exam which i have in 2 weeks & my brain is hurting plus i start a new course this weekend so i'm totally gonna be studied out over the next few weeks. Can't complain though, everything's just peachy.

Here's some pictures from the last few weeks:

I've just typed out a massive rant about the fact that certain people on this site seem unable to appreciate that engaging with any artform is an entirely subjective experience & as such their attempts to apply objective reasoning to justify their preferences is futile & ridiculous. I then tried to post said rant & my fucking pc crashed. Cock Can't be arsed doing it all again, it'll have to wait for another day.

So instead i'm going to recommend 2 books: Ward 81 by Mary Ellen Mark & Karen Folger Jacobs. Website
It's haunting & beautiful & tragic & really fucking expensive for a first edition but you can pick up a later printing for cheap dollars off amazon. Alternatively you can just read it on the website.

Also my favourite book i've read this year is Opening Skinner's Box: Great Psychological Experiments Of The 20th Century by Lauren Slater. If you have an interest in human nature or have ever wondered what makes us tick (& how this was discovered) then i urge you to check it out. Fantastic read.

I've just been on facebook browsing these 'top 5' lists that people seem to be doing & one fucking idiot has put their top 5 historical events as follows:

1. The resurrection of Christ.

2. The titanic sinking

3. The holocaust

4. BILL CLINTON (!!!!!!??????)

5. September 11, 2001

Since when has Bill Clinton been considered a 'historical event'? Not only that but one comparable to the others this doofus mentioned?? Fucking BILL CLINTON! I can't get over this, i think i need to go lie down & reconsider my position on life.

It's Thursday, my little boy is sick, i'm sitting listening to him cough in his sleep over the monitor.

Thursdays used to be way better than this when i was a kid.

It's taken me 5 months but i finally got round to making the best xmas present ever.



It's made of thin cardboard & took me around 25 hours to build. My life somehow feels more complete.

Ok i need a rant...

Banksy may be the most popular motherfucker in the art world right now, loved by wankers up & down this shitty fucking country, but that doesn't mean he isn't a fucking genius.

This is a recent addition to his site:



See what i mean?

It's funny how all those pricks at Bristol City Council (& fucking London for that matter) can't seem to appreciate how ridiculous they sound when they say things like "I don't normally like graffiti but Banksy's work is really good & it's really brightened the city up". Fuck, Banksy IS graffiti. His work embodies the very essence of the word. And all those cunts that write for the Guardian they can fuck off as well. Praising the 'golden boy' but then scrubbing the tags off the side of their Fleet Street offices. Banksy is fucking great. Graffiti is fucking great.

Shit i could go on but i can't be arsed. I've just come off a night shift & the builders that are working on our house are making a right fucking racket so it'll be no sleep for Nick this afternoon. As you can probably tell i'm on a bit of a downer at the moment, and don't even get me started on relationships...

Fuck everything it's all shit.

Oh, except for this (rather predictably):




Oh, & i'm having a 15 minute turntablist set played on internet radio this coming Monday. I'm trying to get excited i really am.

Fuck it i'm off to bed...

Ladies & gentlemen...fuck it, who am i trying to kid?.. there's only ever one person who reads this shit...

Elysia! Behold what is possibly the most grotesque item of baby clothing ever created:

Some 'friend' of my wifes gave us this. No doubt it had been given to her by a kind 'friend' along with the words 'oh its lovely but what a pity our Tarquin is too big for it now'. It's like a gay unicorn vomited after over-doing it on the mushrooms.
Our house is slowly becoming a dumping ground for other peoples baby shit.

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