i've been holdin onto this for at least a week yo 77. or. jessica hynes is ace.

A physicist gets pulled over for speeding. He rolls down the window.

"Excuse me sir, do you know how fast you were going?" asks the policeman.

"No, but I do know exactly where I am!"


ha ha ha ha i think thats genius and as the header explains-its been in me for a short while now.
its satdi neet an i'm home alone! BAH RUBBISH BOLLOCKS CRAP DEPRESSIN!!
'your poppin your clutch' heard seconds ago via jeff bridges on the telly half a foot away from me but facing in an entirely different direction from my face- 'so's i can watch der telly box in bed like. an its not the big lebowski (mi third favourite film ever) its 'stick it' which i've never seen nor knew it were on or had the telly on for it. it came on after 'LIZZIE AND SARAH' which was why i had the telly on anyway. this was a pilot by jessica hynes and julia davies. and it was lush!! dark comedy, like that catherine tate show meets . it was cool and groovy and i was very impressed, top acting but great writing. it managed to be shockingly dark and very descriptive of parts of modernish society but it wasnt typical or obvious-not at all! like other people would have been more cautious and wary in regards to some of the subject matter. muchly enjoyed and was happily shocked! plus jessicas hynes is FREAKING LEGEND YO!!



ere she is ;)



and as mrs doctor...sort of. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HER??

goodnight guys.


brought to you by some good programming,
ramones,
the historian (novel)
nick cave and his bad seeds,

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don't appologise!

''warning'', contains personal whinnying.





its an end of january saturday. i'm recovered from mumpage, still jobless, treacleless and farely directionless. tonight the yell play a factory in sheffield, untill then i plan on spending much of saturday drinking tea, wearing a jumper and reading ernesto che guevara's motocycle diaries. yesterday i actually went job hunting and theres a chance something may actually come of it-which means i have decisions to make. like if i'm gonna get me a motorbike or motorscooter. i also did some photography! much much needed photo therapy. playin around with the ole multi exposure technique, greatly fun-more to be done lucky for me. some of which i may just post when i get em delevoped.

lately i've found myself thinking about old times quite frequently, the old student gaff at 51 Barrs court road. gettin in from workin at the pub with some newclear browns an stayin up talkin bollocks till 4 int mornin. steve living on the settee all year, busting the bathroom door down to make sure he's not choking on his own chunder. hanging with leila-oh that fantastic leila! an then there was that mental halloween when i bought that bottle of tequila, ho ho yes that was nice an messy! an all the randoms coming an goin. most of all offcourse my brother joe. getting to know the dude, us being the first two in the house. getting boozed, chillin in the frontroom, hangovers, him helping me out with dissertation stuff (especially that 'fun' night before hand in) hallucinating mist through the house at 7.30 in the morning. ha an teaching me about cricket! he taught me much. a shout out to joe, steve, leila, sarah, sarah, granty, georgie, jon, laura anne, an ed. our mental landlords jean an jeff. caff day! roll on next weekend, when a load of us visit swindonia to see brother joe! good times expected!





spaced-best comedy, sitcom, drama type program of all time surely!


'i'm in sheffield tim'


'sheffield, what are doin in sheffield?'


'fell asleep on the tube'


'but the tube doesn't go to sheffield?'


'must've changed at kings cross'

brought to you by-

the motorcycle diaries of ernesto che guevara
born to be wild-seppenwolf
mark knoppfler
these things take time-the smiths
spaced
and caffs!

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