Saturday, 31 January 2009

Wednesday, 28 January 2009

waste of bandwidth

As always this blog entry will include nothing of real substance or meaning but instead just general musings from the past several days, almost every morning lately i find my self strugling to get up when my alarm rings, being exausted untill i recive a strong cup of tea, and thinking i must go to bed earlier tonight, but by evening i seem to have forgoten the mornings ordeal as if it never happend and i end up not going to bed untill the early hours of the morning. I also think that my recent diet of marmite flavoured crisps and ginger ale is not helping to aleviate the fatigue. Yesterday i purchased a game from town and withit i received a free t-shirt, an item that the employee was far to excited about giving to me, the way he presented it i thought i had won Willy Wonkas golden ticket, but no it was a quite frankly shit t-shit, but at the end of the day it was free. My final point of the day is that not wearing socks whilst wearing shoes does infact cause the person in question to suffer from incredibly smelly feet, a point recently proven by a close friend.

Monday, 26 January 2009

Don't you hate..

those weeks when the world seems to hate you.

Failing tests, losing your job and looking at the weather forecast to see this..

Sunday, 25 January 2009


It's sunday, it's raining, I'm sure you have nothing better to do than look at some photos..

Click here to enter a whole new world.

Saturday, 24 January 2009

The Adventures of Middle England...

So, we were out last night going to some guy's house party in Hatchwarren, it got called off, police came and we were forced to wander the streets of hatch warren, like urchins. After alot of oldskool street drinking and many miles of walking it all got a bit cold and boring, so we all walked back from the Portsmouth Arms. About 10 minutes from Max's house, some car of degenerate proletarya pulled up, this is pretty poetic, they were just wankers from Reading. Two of them got out well nonchalantly and opened the boot, we thought nothing of it, but then they both got out baseball bats and said some generic threat (we were pretty drunk). By this time we were sprinting Sebastian Coe-style. We got away to the safety of Max's crib. Thats about it really. It was pretty funny and surreal. So then we went to Max's for a night of drinking and laughter. You probably had to be there.

Max fell asleep on the phone.

Hdog x

Friday, 23 January 2009

Thursday, 22 January 2009

The beginning.

Well, i guess this won't have anything to do with Dayers, just random postage of art, music, fashion, and maybe a few snap shots of our wonderful lives.
Love it.
Erol Alkan is a genius, so is Will Smith.
Watch Zeitgeist.
Carpe Diem.
I think that's about me done for today, goodnight kids.
Hbomb x

(To Max, Fred and Roar, use capital letters.)

nothing to tell the world

i have nothing to say worth reading and i also have no desire to quote someone who has written something worth reading and claim it as my own, so instead i will continue to give you false hope that there is something worth finding out at the end of this paragraph when infact this is an entirely useless passage. maybe at one point i will write something interesting but the most likely outcome is that i will contribute the least to this blog out of the four of us.