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Gym
My secondary school was right next to the local leisure centre, as such, while I was in sixth form I was allowed to use it for free during the weekly PE lessons. What’s important to bear in mind, is that this was 2010; in 2007 I had been rather overweight, in 2008 that changed very quickly and I became very thin, and as such, all my PE clothes were suddenly very big and baggy on me. Around 2010, I was at my skinniest and was actually a little underweight (not now though) and since I don’t often buy new clothes, the fat PE kit was on me at the time.
I wandered down to the gym along with two female friends of mine. I went on an exercise bike, and they were each much lower down on rowing machines beside me. For a while, I was exercising away, burning calories to make room for an extra chocolate bar, and everything was going fine, they were doing likewise. After a few minutes, however, I realised that I had a question for them.
“Oh, by the way,” I said, turning sideways on the seat to face them, “do you happen to know the date of the school’s open day?” (I must admit, I don’t remember what I asked, I just made this question up. I suppose it could have been that, probably not though.)
They told me and I turned back to my exercising. Everything seemed, at least, to be fine. However, things, most certainly, were NOT fine. You know how, on television, when characters need to speak in private, they’ll just speak a bit quietly only a few feet from everybody else and somehow nobody’ll hear them? Well, it seems that these people seemed to think that it worked in real life, as I quite clearly heard the following exchange.
“My God, did you see that?” said Female 1.
“No, what’re you talking about?” asked Female 2.
“When he turned to face us, I could see RIGHT up Adam’s shorts. They’re so baggy, you could see everything!”
“No way! Surely, he’d notice? I don’t believe you, I’m gonna look for myself.”
So then she thought up some random question to ask me. This, of course, put me in a very awkward situation. I could just seem rude and suspiciously not look at them while I spoke (and probably make it obvious I’d heard them), or I could turn and humiliate myself. My decision was to turn and face them, but to try and position my legs in a protective way. Turns out I failed.
“I saw it, you were right!” ‘whispered’ Female 2.
“Well, that was one of the most horrible things I could have expected to see today!”
A few days later, when the uncomfortable situation was finally over, I decided to confide in a friend and tell them the whole embarrassing thing. Their reply wasn’t so comforting “Ha! Yes, everybody knows that. In fact, they told me first!”
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Brownies
One day, back in early 2011, I was chatting to my friend Ben Wood and he mentioned to me that he liked my brownies. As such, when I got home I cooked up a fresh batch. The next morning, I arrived early in the sixth form common room and waited with them. Luckily, he was one of the first people to arrive and so once I’d said hello, I reached into my bag and pulled out the brownies for him. He was very happy and he sat and ate some for a while. Just a short while later, my friend Elliott Egan arrived and had a little chat with Ben, joining him in the brownie eating. Slowly, more and more people started to arrive.
“Hey Ben, can I have one?” asked a random female. I must admit that, rude as it may sound, I never really learned the names of a lot of people in my sixth form.
“Of course!” he said, and handed the plate over.
Ben carried on his conversation with Egan.
“Hey, Ben brought everyone brownies!” she then called out to her friends at the other side of the room.
A few more people came over and started eating them.
“Whose’re those?” somebody asked.
“Ben’s,” she replied.
“Ah cool. Thanks, Ben!” they said.
Meanwhile, I was just sat on a sofa watching this all play out. Ben and Egan had just been chatting about something and so hadn’t realised that Ben was being credited with the brownies. I found it all quite funny, and couldn’t stop myself from grinning. I decided to leave anyway, and snuck out to go and work in the study room. But, yes, anyway, that’s the story of the brownies, I’d just like to be clear, before I end, that I’m not writing this to complain or anything, I found the whole thing very funny, and so I wrote it in the hope that you would too!
“Hey Ben, can I have one?” asked a random female. I must admit that, rude as it may sound, I never really learned the names of a lot of people in my sixth form.
“Of course!” he said, and handed the plate over.
Ben carried on his conversation with Egan.
“Hey, Ben brought everyone brownies!” she then called out to her friends at the other side of the room.
A few more people came over and started eating them.
“Whose’re those?” somebody asked.
“Ben’s,” she replied.
“Ah cool. Thanks, Ben!” they said.
Meanwhile, I was just sat on a sofa watching this all play out. Ben and Egan had just been chatting about something and so hadn’t realised that Ben was being credited with the brownies. I found it all quite funny, and couldn’t stop myself from grinning. I decided to leave anyway, and snuck out to go and work in the study room. But, yes, anyway, that’s the story of the brownies, I’d just like to be clear, before I end, that I’m not writing this to complain or anything, I found the whole thing very funny, and so I wrote it in the hope that you would too!
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Girlocked
I kind of hate the fact that, if a strip is longer than eight panels long, it’ll be too small when I upload it, and then blurry when I enlarge it… Sorry, for that, but there doesn’t seem to be a solution. But, anyway, I just thought the idea of a Sherlock Holmes style deduction of Jeb would be funny, so I made one!
Jeb was created both by me, and by a very good friend of mine.
Jeb was created both by me, and by a very good friend of mine.
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Pokémon Red Version and Pokémon Blue Version
Pokémon Red and Pokémon Blue were the first two games in the Pokémon series to be released in English (there were two before them, but they weren’t much different to this). Much like every main Pokémon game, the story is that you are a young trainer who has been sent out by a professor in order to fill a Pokédex (which is done by catching every kind of available Pokémon), and to also become a Pokémon champion.
Since it’s the very first and there is a much smaller number of Pokémon, this is probably the only game in the series where you are likely to actually ‘catch ’em all’ (if you discount the impossible to catch Mew). For anybody who may not know how these basic things work: you get into RPG battles with wild Pokémon and use your own to fight and weaken them, once they were very weak, you throw a Pokéball at them to catch them, and from then on they will fight for you. You also fight against the Pokémon of other trainers, and beat your way through various gyms and then finally the Pokémon league.
The game takes place in a region called Kanto, and you’ll doubtlessly have a lot of fun exploring the world. You’ll find yourself in large forests or caves, abandoned factories, giant graveyard towers and even sailing across the sea. Of course, being a game for the original Game Boy, the graphics are not amazing, but I don’t think this is an issue. The places still look like they’re supposed to, and they all have a nice ‘atmosphere’ to them (perhaps due to the soundtrack).
On the whole, an excellent game. It has its flaws, for example sometimes it’s pretty hard to figure out what to do next and things can occasionally feel a bit slow, but they don’t make it any less wonderful. Throughout this review, I’ve referred to this game in the singular, even though Red and Blue are different games, but the differences are VERY minor and basically boil down to the selection of Pokémon available. You have to do multiplayer trades with the other game in order to get every single one (you can also battle friends). So my score for this game is 9.6/10.
(If you buy this game now, it may have trouble saving, if so, read this for a solution.)
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Singapore
First it was the Faroe Islands, and now, for my second entry on a randomly picked country, it is Singapore! Coincidentally, much like the Faroe Islands, Singapore is also a collection of islands, rather than one mass.
In the past, there were many rainforests down in Singapore, but sadly very little of them remains in the current world. Steps are being taken, through land reclamation, to restore them, but it seems this could be a depressing case of too little too late. As you can infer from a lack of countryside, the place is very heavily urbanised, and there are over five hundred different cities there. Singapore is also the name of the country’s capital city, which makes it rather easy to remember.
If you’re wondering what might be done for fun, Stikfas is based in Singapore. For those who don’t know, Stikfas is a cool collection of customisable figures. You buy, for example, a pirate set, and you’ll have all the pieces needed in order to make a pirate figure. But you aren’t bound by that, all the pieces from all the sets are compatible, and people have a lot of fun making their own original figures. I had a lot of fun with these in the past, I even made an original one of my own, maybe I should photograph him sometime… But, yes, sorry, gone off on a bit of a tangent by using things I already knew about!
Should you ever be interested in visiting the country, Sentosa is the best known island resort to stay at. There are many fun and exciting attractions there, including large open beaches, an aquarium and theme parks. All sounds rather nice. It would be a lovely sunny break, and even if it weren’t sunny, it’d still be warm. At the moment there is a lot of rain, though it is still thirty degrees out, which is nice really, I like rain.
And so those are a few facts about Singapore. I could have also mentioned thing such as authors from that country, or spoken a little about the food they eat there, but I’ll just give you those links instead, rather than making an overly long entry and risking the loss of your attention!
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Bus Breakdown
This Saturday I popped into Bath to pay a visit to my good, ever dependable friend, David Tubb. After a fun day of pizza, magnets, Pokémon and floor yo-yos, it was time to head home. I walked down to the bus station and hopped on the bus to Corsham.
The ride went along as normal, but then all of a sudden the bus broke down a stop about three miles from home. Funnily enough, not too long ago, I was on another bus which broke down at that exact same spot! But, anyway, the driver told us that we’d have quite a wait on our hands before a replacement bus arrived, and that one hadn’t even left Bath yet. The very fastest it would be, would be half an hour, and even when it did, there’d still be the long bus route through all the neighbourhoods before I got home. As such, I decided to walk, which, I would later learn, was a rather bad decision.
Almost as soon as I got off of the bus, it started raining. Not the pleasant small amount of rain either, it was pouring with rain, so I got quite wet. But, I didn’t really mind, so I carried on walking. It was about fifteen years ago that I’d last walked along this road, and it seemed that I had done a rather poor job of remembering it. Instead of the nice safe pavement which existed in my imagination, I just had to walk along a very narrow grassy verge. On this narrow verge, I got one of my feet soaked in an invisible puddle, and then cut my ankles in some brambles. I wasn’t wearing appropriate shoes either as I had not anticipated anything like this.
After about ten minutes, along came the bus! It must have gotten fixed much faster than planned. They weren’t going to let me back on though, I guess I’d made my choice. In fact, almost as if the great Bussyese (the god of Buses) was taunting me, the bus had to stop right next to me for quite a few seconds due to traffic. And then it was gone, and so I continued my walk home.
The ride went along as normal, but then all of a sudden the bus broke down a stop about three miles from home. Funnily enough, not too long ago, I was on another bus which broke down at that exact same spot! But, anyway, the driver told us that we’d have quite a wait on our hands before a replacement bus arrived, and that one hadn’t even left Bath yet. The very fastest it would be, would be half an hour, and even when it did, there’d still be the long bus route through all the neighbourhoods before I got home. As such, I decided to walk, which, I would later learn, was a rather bad decision.
Almost as soon as I got off of the bus, it started raining. Not the pleasant small amount of rain either, it was pouring with rain, so I got quite wet. But, I didn’t really mind, so I carried on walking. It was about fifteen years ago that I’d last walked along this road, and it seemed that I had done a rather poor job of remembering it. Instead of the nice safe pavement which existed in my imagination, I just had to walk along a very narrow grassy verge. On this narrow verge, I got one of my feet soaked in an invisible puddle, and then cut my ankles in some brambles. I wasn’t wearing appropriate shoes either as I had not anticipated anything like this.
After about ten minutes, along came the bus! It must have gotten fixed much faster than planned. They weren’t going to let me back on though, I guess I’d made my choice. In fact, almost as if the great Bussyese (the god of Buses) was taunting me, the bus had to stop right next to me for quite a few seconds due to traffic. And then it was gone, and so I continued my walk home.
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Snow
I’m sorry, the joke is hardly original, I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to photograph in the snow!
All finger puppets can be bought here.
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All My Friends Are Dead by Avery Monsen and Jory Jon
This is one of those short books which you can very easily read in one sitting. Every page has a picture of some unhappy looking character along with a small depressing sentence. The front cover is a typical example of this.
As you read through, some of the characters will have a very small storyline surrounding them (the talking tree is the best example of this) with each following instalment for them making their life just that little bit more sad. It’s a strange sense of humour really, it shouldn’t be funny at all, yet it is. I suppose it’s because what happens to the characters is so ridiculously sad, that it would never happen in real life, and so we’re laughing more at the absurdity of it, rather than anything else. I suppose the contrast of bright colourful characters being so utterly depressing is another factor of the book’s enjoyment.
What I quite like about this book is that it, unlike nearly all other books, really benefits from being read in a group rather than being read alone. It’s quite fun to look through the book with a friend, and if you find one which is particularly funny you can remember the page and show it to somebody the next time you see them. It’s quite a small book, so it’d be quite easy to carry it around with you so that you can show it to people.
Though, while good, this book is far from perfect. A big setback is the price, it costs just as much as an average book (and it is as nicely made and everything, as the average book) but since it is just collection of funny pictures along with sad captions, the price does seem a little high. Plus, I did find that they weren’t all hilariously funny; while some of them definitely very funny, (for example, a dodo replying to the dinosaur with “All MY friends are dead.”) others were a little hit and miss (for example, a cassette tape saying “all my friends are obsolete”). Overall, I’d give the book a 7/10
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Ghosts Drained my Phone Battery
During the summer of 2009, I was out taking a stroll by myself. I walked out past Corsham Court and down along through the surrounding fields. If you walk far enough through those fields you will eventually arrive at a small bridge called Dry Arch. Supposedly, this old bridge is haunted by the ghost of highway man Dick Turpin who used to use the bottom of it as a little hide away.
Anywho, about half-way through the walk, a friend of mine started texting me and so I, of course, started texting them in return. While texting isn’t my favourite means of communication, it’s probably one of the easiest when wandering around the middle of a field. So, this little text conversation had been going on for a while when I finally arrived up at Dry Arch and, since I hadn’t seen that friend in quite a while, it was quite nice to have some contact with them.
Just as I was crossing the bridge, a fresh text message arrived in my inbox, so I pulled out my phone and prepared to write my reply. But, my goodness, all of a sudden, my phone had barely any power in it. If I wasn’t careful, my phone would run out and I’d appear rude by giving no reply in my conversation! As such, I decided to best course of action was to turn around and return home.
Around half way back, I got another text message. I read the message and, strangely enough, my phone now had full power again… Were the evil spirits making my phone appear empty, in order to draw me away from their haunted bridge? Almost certainly not, but if I tell the story with the implication that that’s the truth, it makes it sound more interesting, because, quite frankly, this anecdote contains nothing of real interest.
Anywho, about half-way through the walk, a friend of mine started texting me and so I, of course, started texting them in return. While texting isn’t my favourite means of communication, it’s probably one of the easiest when wandering around the middle of a field. So, this little text conversation had been going on for a while when I finally arrived up at Dry Arch and, since I hadn’t seen that friend in quite a while, it was quite nice to have some contact with them.
Just as I was crossing the bridge, a fresh text message arrived in my inbox, so I pulled out my phone and prepared to write my reply. But, my goodness, all of a sudden, my phone had barely any power in it. If I wasn’t careful, my phone would run out and I’d appear rude by giving no reply in my conversation! As such, I decided to best course of action was to turn around and return home.
Around half way back, I got another text message. I read the message and, strangely enough, my phone now had full power again… Were the evil spirits making my phone appear empty, in order to draw me away from their haunted bridge? Almost certainly not, but if I tell the story with the implication that that’s the truth, it makes it sound more interesting, because, quite frankly, this anecdote contains nothing of real interest.
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