Well, its actually what I still class as being Wednesday night. It's about 2am (surprisingly as that's what I've titled this section). I didn't go to the gig in the end as I had a family crisis at home. Don't really wanna go into it but someone had upset my mum and I got involved (as you do when people upset your family). Nuff said. Anyway, can't sleep so thought I'd waffle on here for a bit. I'm hoping it'll make me feel tired.
Haven't actually got anything to say..........
Oooh, I know, did I tell you about the time me and my mates waited for my brother to come home from clubbing and I filmed as my friends egged and floured him on the driveway? That was fun. Then, there was the time that I slept on the bench outside my house cos I was drunk and had forgotten my keys. That wasn't so fun. Or warm, come to think of it. Also, there was the time I told my brother to lay down in the field while I sped towards him on a motorbike promising to "swerve" at the last minute. Obviously I didn't swerve and ran straight over him, embedding him into the mud. I was only twelve at the time and it was highly amusing! What sort of 9 year old agrees to that anyway? ha ha. Not clever but very very funny. Actually, that's not the only time I've run over my brother. When we were kids, we had a little petrol driven car, a mini range rover. When I was about 8 and he was 5, my dad had just cut the grass and I was out driving in the range rover. Jordan decides it'll be really funny to start picking up handfuls of grass and throw them at me while I'm driving. I, in turn, get the car on full lock and start doing 360's. He's in the middle of this circle I'm doing, bending down picking up the cut grass and throwing it into the car (it was a convertible). Somehow, he stumbles and ends up being mown down by the car. I just bumped heavily twice, as the front then back wheels went over him. Luckily he just got buried under all the piles of grass and wasn't hurt but, again, very very funny. To this day, he tells these stories of when I ran him over as a child. Funnier than that, I think is the fact that he used to hold a broomstick handle with a "stop" and "go" sign attached to the top of it, while I drove our quad up and down our private road. He was the "traffic lights" while I had fun driving about. This would literally go on for hours and hours. ha ha ha ha ha. Sorry Jord, I couldn't resist! I wasn't that bad as a child but I was really hyperactive and strong-willed. I've just made myself sound like the child from Hell, but honestly, these stories are a great source of amusement to me and Jordan and all of our friends. No one got hurt (luckily), apart from Jordan's pride slightly in me telling you his human traffic light story now and, lets face it, all kids are naughty in their own way.
Anyway, I am actually feeling tired now, so that worked a treat. I can't tell you how nice it is to write boll*cks on your own website for a bit. It soothes me like a Summer's day.
With that, I'm off. I've still got a tiny bit more fan mail to reply to tomorrow and then gotta take the sack to the post office to sort out. Will be buying Front mag as well first thing to see if I look hideous or not.
I'm gonna go have a chat with Paddy, speak tomorrow people
xxx
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