Tom’s Taxi Tales

Today was fairly awesome called up united with “hi can I get a taxi from 36 Frederica Road to classic eyes on Bourne Avenue then to the Train Station”

“would you like that now?”

“Yes”

“Would you like that now ?”

“YES”

We then proceeded to speed to the HSBC by the Lidl in Winton. I hop out and impatiently wait for the cue of people to hurry up. Unfortunatley my Moses of cues power was active so I couldn’t part my fellow materialists.

Cash no receit.

“3 minutes”

“Wasnt too bad”

The car leaps into life and we take the next right.

Several hundred yards down the road we stop in traffic and she says:

” that old man went under that bus”

Opening the door she looks back for several seconds, closing it she says:

“old man fell off the curb infront of that bus, the driver got out and helped him up”

“Oh I missed that”

I began to have serious doubts about a career in observational comedy at this point.

“..times your train?”

“twen’y passed”

“Bourne Avene?”

“yeah classic eyes bourne avenue”

We sped off down roads I’d never heard of and minutes later a familiar roundabout appears and I knew that seconds later on the left would be Bourne avenue!

…. but

Before that turning I had to stop and apreciate one particular road sign that always brings a smile. Just before the round-a-bout is a sign which reads “Think Bike” this sign is pure genious. Not only is it a sign that cycling is being taken seriously but it also sums up 90% of the girls you’re likely to see in the town centre thus preparing Bomo Square newbs.

We promptly stop at classic eyes for that classic static elevator music style time wasting moment where you have no control of the events.

We sped on taking several… TBC. (Too Be arsed to Continue)

DSA/Student Support/Dissertation

Okay so today I booked myself an apointment with learning support for help with planning my dissertation, the better late than never phrase springs to mind.

I’m writing the George Carlin, Too Hip For This Room, biopic now atlast! Since I nailed the presetation on the day an got an average pass for it. That delightful week or so of awkwardness in the house as one friend couldn’t speak to another.

The Dakota Project was and is a great (to me) British horror concept although it does need some work to fully achieve its potential, and will one day submitted to a production company.

My dissertation is currently virtually non-existant, mainly because I spent months getting an idea researching, then changing to something else, rather than sit on my hands, waiting for the magic eureka moment. I know the rough subject area and will begin researching extensively after my meeting on Monday (25th) at 1:30 with the Learning Support Team.

If I can get 10 more pages of Carlin done today I’ll be doing well.

Well I don’t wanna be bogged down in blog town so that’s it for now.

Amusing Thoughts Pt.2

Today’s amusing thought:

Why isn’t the idea of cupid terrifying? A small flying child the love equivalent of rambo going gung-ho at one of our key internal organs with a bow and arrow.

Career Objective

Career objective:

To get a tv series or radio series comissioned.

To get a tefl qualification, to see more of the world.

Write a sucessful film either horror or romance.

Dreams n Reality

We’re all married to our dreams, divorced from reality.

The mere thought of you and my heart pleads insanity.

I see you in black and white a stark and majestic vanity.

Small Talk

Small talk.

Sometimes we have nothing of value to say.

And yet we speak.

Often with no rhyme or reason
and sometimes tongue in cheek.

Chlöe’s Lament Pt.1

You were my Juliet
and I was your friend,
But I loved every hour
in my life you would spend
I gave you roses in my smiles
and a love ever lasting
But I lived in the shadows
of the other guys asking
And all I could do
when I saw you with guys
Is smile cuz you’re happy
but it hurts me inside
I’ll find the words
and you’ll see what I meant
This poem is for you,
this is Chlöe’s lament.

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I wrote this for you, through tears and depression
While you played my heartstrings like a studio session

If I write in blood,
Letters 50ft high,
Send this terminal romantic
On a plane to paradise

If you’ve read up to here,
Then I hope that you’ve smiled
And you’ll have no fear
For our love is beguiled.

Chlöe’s Lament Pt.2

You know when you have something really nice to say to a person, but you’re worried if you don’t explain it in the right way it could make you sound weird?

Okay cool, well you’re one of those people that has the kinda eyes or smile that stays with me or makes you pop back into my thoughts from time to time, I’ve always been a sucker for a smile.

I guess if you’re still here, the weirdest bit was that you popped into my head before I went to sleep last night… And well anyway I was in a creative mood cuz I’d been working on my film script earlier and so I wrote you a poem.

I called it Chlöe’s Lament. Wanna read it?

Amusing Thoughts Pt.1

A stich in time save 9.

Okay first of all who are these 9 people and what makes them so special.

More to the point who the fuck invented a sewing maching that could cross stich the space time continuum.

Rants n Rambles

“he’s holding back, he’s hiding, from what I can’t decide”
- The Lion King

Hmm well it’s been a while since I publicly expressed the thoughts buzzing in my head like a swarm of meditating bees.

So here they are: I’m very lost at the moment, by which I don’t mean the show (which ironically I now am watching as i re-edit this 5th March 2010), I’m far from against it, I just mean not found or rather the rather cliched “I haven’t found myself”…

Somehow I doubt a trip to the east and some tribal highs could triangulate the “this is the real you” signal for me to track down either.

And so here we are gone 3am January 13th twenty-ten, (god even the date is becoming Americanized) (intentional ‘z’) and I’m still the pedantic, perfectionist, poet you know but may not love (the love is optional, as is me giving a shit )

This year I’m cutting ties, some intentionally and others not so, with a large amount of brilliant and creative souls, a decent percentage of which, will become the next [Name of somebody you aspire to be from your chosen profession] but I hope not.

I’d much rather they broke the mould, than blow their creative load and concieve another appauling Hollywood *cough* “blockbuster” *cough*

Hmm maybe this is my inner Carlin trying to break out…

Maybe it’s time I hung up the “mr nice guy” hat and flipped over to my FM side.

Yeah how about that? How about telling exactly who is fucking me off exactly what I think of them? and what they deserve, I’m sure several people would be plesantly surprised.

Oh they’d still be annoying, self centred, cunts…

They’d just be told in very simple terms that that is what they are.

We get it and we still don’t like you, so drop the facade.

This is your first act and it’s boring, you maybe setting yourself up, but there’s no development and damned if I for one am gonna stick around for your conclusion.

The snow is fantastic! Okay I’m gutted I missed a good friend’s joint birthday party which looked amazing, because of it, but and it’s a BIG but that if you rolled down a hill would gather snow and get even bigger… Isn’t it beautiful?

Sure we’re freezing our collective tits off but who amoungs us with the capacity to bend down and grasp the frozen flakes hasn’t done so?

The magic of snow is rather interesting. The intense connection to childhood curiosity and playfullness, encapsulated in a hand scooped, hand crafted, snowball as it hurtles toward the inanimate object and or window or human, before exploding in a powdery mist and haze and slowly tumbling to the floor, is an imensly happy feeling, that I still feel now at the age of 22 with this being the most intensive snowfall we’ve had in 30 years, bar 8 years I can vouch the other 22 just fine.

I guess if global warming was a person he/she is quite a cool guy/gal.

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Punloving Criminal
Don’t steal my punder
Pundora’s Box
Punnery – A religious order of wordsmiths
Atilla The Pun
What a punderful world
Pundane – an average joke at best

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Hmm that kinda looks like a motorcycle tire track.

See random is funny… So I’d like a terrible BBC 3 show that will eventually tour please!

K, thanks bye!