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No New Posts for a While
Today was supposed to be an entry on Ben Wood, but last night I had certain problems with my laptop, specifically that the charger seemed to somehow sever itself. So now I can’t use it until I can get my hands on a new charger, there’ll be no new entries on here. I don’t really have full access to another computer, so, until I have a new charger this will be the last post. I also noticed that a few days ago I had over a hundred different people visiting this site! So if you’re reading this, I’d like to take the chance to thank you for reading my blog ๐
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Photographs by Mochammad Restu
Due to the abilities of the internet, I was recently in contact with a nice guy named Mochammad Restu. When he saw my entry ‘Photos of the Wilderness’ he asked if I’d like to have some of his own pieces of photography on my blog, so I told him that I happily would. They’re nice wilderness type photos similar, in a way, to the photos I’ve previously uploaded. Here they are:
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Book Printer Advert
I made this video for a media project last year. It was suggested that I post it today along with my ‘Reading is Cool’ entry, so here it is.
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Reading is Cool
I have a job at the Corsham School, which also happens to be the place that I study. They have a little system where the 6th Form students are able to work there. My job is to be an MDSA during lunch time and clean up after children who are too lazy to walk to a bin after they eat. Anywho, while I do this, if I ever notice that one of the children is reading a book; I’ll approach them and say “Reading is cool!โ and give them a sweet. The reason behind this is that reading actually is cool, and the children always seem to be very amused when I tell them it. So basically, today’s post will be about the reasons why reading is cool… Or the reasons that I think reading is cool… Or more specifically, why reading fiction is cool.
Firstly, think about the number of books that have been written throughout time, I may be wrong, but I’m going to say that this will be in the tens of millions, I’d say billions if I was including unpublished works (I’m not including them, but really there are so many good ones, (e.g. this person. I’ve only read two of their short stories but they were great!). But anyway, as I was saying, there are so many books that have been written, so many that if, at ten years old, you started the habit of reading a book a week, you could maintain this for your entire life even if you lived for another hundred years! Every week finding out the ways in which the many different authors of the world think and see the world and learning a little more about the human condition.
For my second point, I would like to actually use an analogy, or a simile. I can’t actually think of which this is, which is pretty appalling seeing as I study English. Anyway, imagine there is, in existence, an entire universe which is separate from ours and which we can never visit. It’s full of its own mysteries, histories, tragedies and comedies, but all of this will remain totally unknown to us humans due to the fact that it exists in a separate realm of reality. But imagine there is some kind of link between these two universes, information travels from the other universe to ours in the form of psychic waves. These waves find their way to the minds of the people of the world with a passion for writing, and, unaware that they’re psychic waves; they think they’re their own original thoughts. Once this information is in a writerโs head it will burn away at the back of his or her mind until he or she is able to record it in the form of words. That’s what books are.
Books create a window into the ideal fictional universe that we can never reach. The world where aliens exist and have exciting adventures across the galaxies, the world where there are lands that do not share a common history with anywhere in our own world and are the homes to mythical creatures, the world where unrequited love merely means a quest for requisition, the world where anything is possible. That is why reading is cool. Sure, this fictional universe might not actually be real, but it exists in the imagination of every writer on the Earth. Who knows which windows will be opened in the future? And which tales from the realm of imagination will be the next to capture the hearts of the worldโs readers.
Well I’m done now; I’m gonna go do some reading.
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Dalfino Madrigal Keyte
After Elliott Egan asked me to write an entry about him (and I did) it didn’t take long for Dalfino to request that I also write one about him. So today’s entry will be about Dalfino Madrigal Keyte.
Dalfino is quite unfortunate, in that, he often ends up in the strangest situations imaginable. For example, one day Dalfino received a text message, happily taking his phone out, believing that one of his friends had sent him a message, he opened the message… Only to find a random male had photographed the naked area between his legs and sent it to him…
Dalfino also has a rather crazy sense of humour; one day I was walking into town to buy lunch with him…
“So what shall we get for lunch Dalfino?” I asked.
“We could get cigarettes!” he replied, excitedly.
“Er… I don’t think that would be a good idea…”
“Or condoms!” he added.
Turns out that the reason for this bizarre outburst was that, as Dalfino had recently turned eighteen, he was excited that he was now able to buy such things (not that you need to be eighteen to buy condoms, if ever a country existed where the legal age of consent was two years younger than the legal age to buy condoms it must’ve been a crazy one). But Dalfino isn’t all madness…
One of Dalfino’s hobbies is to make music. Specifically, to write music for the guitar, and play it, and to write lyrics and sing them (he also does Radiohead covers). He even gave me an album he made called ‘Record of Matches’, one of the tracks was really terrible, but it wasotherwise a generally good album. He sticks to a kind of moody alternative style rock rather than going all poppy with his music.
So, anywho, that’s Dalfino. I think he may actually be the person I know in real life who has the most references in this blog (as of now) so I guess he should feel quite proud. I should also be quite thankful, as, if it weren’t for him, I never would have started writing a blog (which turned out to be pretty good).
Dalfino is quite unfortunate, in that, he often ends up in the strangest situations imaginable. For example, one day Dalfino received a text message, happily taking his phone out, believing that one of his friends had sent him a message, he opened the message… Only to find a random male had photographed the naked area between his legs and sent it to him…
Dalfino also has a rather crazy sense of humour; one day I was walking into town to buy lunch with him…
“So what shall we get for lunch Dalfino?” I asked.
“We could get cigarettes!” he replied, excitedly.
“Er… I don’t think that would be a good idea…”
“Or condoms!” he added.
Turns out that the reason for this bizarre outburst was that, as Dalfino had recently turned eighteen, he was excited that he was now able to buy such things (not that you need to be eighteen to buy condoms, if ever a country existed where the legal age of consent was two years younger than the legal age to buy condoms it must’ve been a crazy one). But Dalfino isn’t all madness…
One of Dalfino’s hobbies is to make music. Specifically, to write music for the guitar, and play it, and to write lyrics and sing them (he also does Radiohead covers). He even gave me an album he made called ‘Record of Matches’, one of the tracks was really terrible, but it wasotherwise a generally good album. He sticks to a kind of moody alternative style rock rather than going all poppy with his music.
So, anywho, that’s Dalfino. I think he may actually be the person I know in real life who has the most references in this blog (as of now) so I guess he should feel quite proud. I should also be quite thankful, as, if it weren’t for him, I never would have started writing a blog (which turned out to be pretty good).
Just to add, if anybody reading this would like me to write an entry about them, I’m happy to do so! Just tell me to do, and I will (eventually) ๐
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Photos of the Wilderness
Today was a very nice, hot, sunny day, as such I decided to go and take a walk in the wilderness. I took some photographs while there, here are three of the best ones.
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Drunkenness
This entry is going to be about the feeling of intoxication. In fact, this entry is going to be an attempt to dissuade others from ever drinking so much that they become drunk.
Now, I don’t like drinking alcohol, I’m quite happy with my Trusty Water Bottle. In fact, the very name of this blog ‘Trusty Water Blog’ is a joke based around the fact that I ‘always’ have it with me. Well, I put always in quotation marks, but it is literally always. Anywho, I’m going off topic… Really, I am quite hypocritical though. I often claim that I don’t like to drink anything but water, but there have been one or two occasions where I have ended up drinking alcohol. A couple of times, even too excess… Though in fairness to myself, one time I was tricked into doing so, and the other times the alcohol was either bought for me or literally forced into my hand… Though I suppose that’s no better than a Nazi officer’s excuse of “I was just doing my job!”.
Anywho, I’m going to describe the process as best as I can so that others can know the real horror of becoming drunk. So at first, you may feel a little more confident. This first stage isn’t bad, it’s actually pretty good, really. Let me explain it in a little more detail without the alcohol you’ll have this thought process “Oh, I just thought of a funny joke! Maybe I should tell people… Nah, it’s probably not funny, or they won’t get it and I’ll just end up embarrassed with even less friends” so you keep quiet, but alcohol changes it to “I just thought of a funny joke! Better tell it!” and you do. It’s good because often what you say actually is funny and people laugh and then respect you more, but the downside is that youโll say things that aren’t funny which will get the reaction your sober self feared.
Then comes the second stage, which is much worse. This is when your body begins to take control of itself. You’ll say something that is really stupid, something you’d never say sober. You’ll even think to yourself “Why did I say such a stupid thing? I know it’s not clever or funny, I’m so embarrassed!” but this doesn’t stop your body. It only gets worse from here onward; this one stupid comment will then snowball into much worse things…
Then comes stage three. In stage three you begin to act very emotionally, it’s around here that you actually seem to develop an additional mind. The additional mind takes control of your body and, usually, feels very depressed. You’ll incoherently ramble about something the additional mind wants to talk about while you are thinking “Oh how I wish I had control over my body so that I could stop doing these reputation shattering things!โ During this time you may even break the confidence of your friends and say things you shouldn’t have to complete strangers.
Then comes the dreaded stage four. The drunken additional mind now has full control and you feel very dizzy. You stumble while you walk, slur your words and do other generally embarrassing things. Your drunken mindโs rambling is all you’ll say, and you may consider texting your friends and apologising for becoming so drunk, even though they wouldn’t care.
Basically, at this point, all you can do is watch through your eyes as you become possessed by some obnoxious clumsy fool. It’s one of the most painful experiences of all, you know what you say and do is embarrassing, but you have absolutely no control over yourself…
This is just a summary of my own experiences with alcohol, your own may, possibly, vary. A lot of people do, after all, enjoy becoming drunk. So even if this doesn’t persuade you not to drink to excess, it should, at least, give a compelling account of why I do not drink.
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Elliott Egan
With a lack of any ideas for my blog, today I just did what I was told to and wrote an entry on Elliott Egan, as he suggested. While he is intentionally shockingly sexually explicit at times there’s nothing really that wrong with him. Plus, maybe sometimes he DOES steal my phone and send rude text messages (please stop), his qualities outweigh the badness. He’s able to drink pretty large amounts of alcohol, and some people think that’s pretty impressive, so I guess that’s worth mentioning. You can’t see it in the picture, but there are braces on the teeth in his mouth, I’m sure there’re several fly young girls (to use cool language) who have explored them with their tongues on the dance floor at a happening nightclub. He’s a frequent partier, so you know he’s a chill guy. He also once was heard to say “Lets rob that boat” which lead on to some crazy adventure that I’d better not go into too much detail about.
So yeah, that’s Elliott Egan. A crazy, sex obsessed party animal… But a noble sex obsessed party animal who knows his rights and wrongs.
So yeah, that’s Elliott Egan. A crazy, sex obsessed party animal… But a noble sex obsessed party animal who knows his rights and wrongs.
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Nightmare Fuel
I won’t use any names just so that somebody can maintain their dignity.
Imagine you’re asleep in a bed that isn’t your own. You’ve slept there before, so you’re beginning to feel comfortable in it. Two of your other friends are in the room too, each sleeping in their own beds. Then, one morning you’re abruptly woken up by a strange noise. You’re tired, so you keep your eyes shut and just listen for a while. It’s very odd, it sounds almost as if one of your friends are shivering. Almost sounds as if they’re in quite a lot of pain. They must be ill, it isn’t that cold, it’s just average temperature. So you open your eyes, just so you can see what’s wrong with your friends. But when you do open them, you realise they aren’t in pain at all, in fact, what they’re feeling is the opposite of pain; they’ll be feeling intense pleasure. Your friend is lying on the back, naked in the bed. Unfortunately they aren’t lying under the covers so not one inch of their body is hidden… Well, almost, their hand obstructs the full view. That’s right, their hand is between their legs, and it’s quite busy too trying to ensure that this person is able to ‘enjoy’ themselves. So all you can do is close your eyes again, the situation is too awkward for you to say anything, so all you do is close your eyes and discreetly pull your covers over your head. The image of your friend shaking the tree of love in order to get the sex fruits to fall out is now burned in your mind. Normally you’d see darkness with your eyes closed, but on some subconscious level you really hate yourself, so all you see is that image in your mind. And, of course, the covers don’t block out sound either so you can still hear ‘the shivering’. All you can do is lie there and wish you were somewhere else, not experiencing this traumatising event. Eventually, when your friend has finished ‘enjoying’ themselves, you can open your eyes and pretend to wake up. But, of course, you can’t mentioned it, just imagine how embarrassed they’d be. So you have to spend the rest of the day with them and just behave as if nothing had happened.
Now, as you can imagine, that’d be a pretty horrible scenario. But it actually happened to me, I seem to be a kind of magnet for explicitly sexual situations I don’t want to be in. The worst thing about it is, the whole time they kept saying to me, and the other friend who was there, that they didn’t want us ‘enjoying’ ourselves in that house (as if I’d ever do that let alone in that house…).
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Failed Joke
I’m just going to write out a conversation I had with a friend of mine a few months ago in an English lesson. I’d thought up what I thought was a really good joke. This is what happened:
Me: So you know the joke about gullible not being in the dictionary?
Friend: Yeah, what about it?
Me: I don’t get it, can you explain it to me?
(Now I’m going to break this down into two sections. Section 1 is how I imagined the conversation would go, Section 2 is how it really went.)
Section 1:
Friend: Oh well you see ‘gullible’ means you’d easily believe what you’re told, so you’d have to be gullible to believe ‘gullible’ wasn’t in the dictionary!
Me: And that’s why you are gullible! Of course I get the joke ๐
Friend: Hahahaha, what a good joke. The fact that you thought of it yourself and told it so well has made us better friends and I respect you more for it.
Me: ๐
Section 2:
Friend: Oh well you see, ‘gullible’ means…
Me: (Unable to contain laughter) You’re the gullible one! Of course I get the joke ๐
Friend: What?
Me: I said you’re the gullible one.
Friend: Yeah I heard, but why?
Me: Because I obviously have heard of that joke. You were gullible for thinking otherwise!
Friend: Oh.
Me: *awkward silence* … ๐
Me: So you know the joke about gullible not being in the dictionary?
Friend: Yeah, what about it?
Me: I don’t get it, can you explain it to me?
(Now I’m going to break this down into two sections. Section 1 is how I imagined the conversation would go, Section 2 is how it really went.)
Section 1:
Friend: Oh well you see ‘gullible’ means you’d easily believe what you’re told, so you’d have to be gullible to believe ‘gullible’ wasn’t in the dictionary!
Me: And that’s why you are gullible! Of course I get the joke ๐
Friend: Hahahaha, what a good joke. The fact that you thought of it yourself and told it so well has made us better friends and I respect you more for it.
Me: ๐
Section 2:
Friend: Oh well you see, ‘gullible’ means…
Me: (Unable to contain laughter) You’re the gullible one! Of course I get the joke ๐
Friend: What?
Me: I said you’re the gullible one.
Friend: Yeah I heard, but why?
Me: Because I obviously have heard of that joke. You were gullible for thinking otherwise!
Friend: Oh.
Me: *awkward silence* … ๐
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