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This is getting out of hand…

Then welcome, astonishing sod ape

tom and max have been bickering like little bitches on facebook and its ridunkulous.

so a few of u have complained i don’t use enough grammar here. “there’s no capital letters” they said. “u sound like maddox having a rant” they said. as this is my blog, i will write as i please. if u don’t like it, go read mike’s (or any of those on my blogroll. oh yeah, i now have a blogroll). i believe he uses grammar of some description now and again, so get ur fix there.

anyway, it’s 2 days before my first exam. the day before the day before is the worst for me.. on the day before, or even morning before, u have good incentive to read through all ur notes and stuff and get it all firmly stuck in ur head. but anything earlier than that.. i have trouble motivating myself to do it, coz doing it tomorrow is a better use of my time (the fact that the time i spend not doing is spent on warcraft or weewar is beside the point). i want it to be the last chance before the actual thing so i can have one last cram, splurge it all out over the exam paper, then forget it. until i need it next year, at which point i get someone cleverer than me (gemma/ed) to teach me it again.

i’ve spent the last few hours downloading and listening to Blue Jam.. one of chris morris’ vulgar creations that had an early morning slot on radio 1 for a few months some years back. it’s disturbing and hilarious, so if ur in a good mood for some reason make sure u download and listen to a couple to get u back on track.

And max, i’m still waiting.

I’d name him Larry

there’s this hobo in south leamington known in these parts as the South Leam Hobo. he has dark dirty straggly hair and an ill-fitted beard. he staggers clumsily from one leg to the other up the road, past somerfield, takes a seat on the bench outside with a Special B before wandering back the way he came. occasionally he has a fag, which always makes me wonder. there’s no way he must’ve nicked it from somerfield coz the cigarettes are kept behind the counter. besides that, as a homeless fella he draws a certain degree of attention anyway. so, he either buys them or a kinder stranger than myself gives him one.

suppose the former. then thats £5 he could of spent on a 4-pack of the special b or even better, a loaf of bread, plastic knife, tub of marg’ and peanut butter/jam. he’d eat like a king for a week. if he were rational, he would not spend his hard-’earned’ mular this way. so, he’s getting them off people on the street. first of all, these people are smokers themselves, or they wouldn’t have any cigs on them. now for me, if i were a smoker, a cig would me more valuable (certainly more expensive) than, say, 20p. if these people are happy to give him a fag, they are surely happy to let him have some small change. but he doesn’t want money, coz he asks for a fag. being an alcoholic isn’t enough. how hard could it be to kick the habit? he can’t be smoking that often coz he is largely ignored by the local residents, who are his only source of the cigs. he’d have more money to spend on bread (or in the worst case, booze) and he wouldn’t get lung cancer… well to be fair, thats probably the least of his worries. it just doesn’t make sense though. if u weren’t so hungry u wouldn’t want a fag so much u old bum. if he doesnt have a facebook group i’m gonna set one up as soon as i get a photo. from across the street.