(W)Hoarder

Today I was working through my Global Marketing notes try to get a grip on some theory for my report (exciting, no?) when Mr. Batho popped up online. Me and Jon have been friends since Year 7 and not once ever had an argument worthy of remembering, we have done stupid shit that friends don't usually forgive friends for, but we do anyways. We have been to plenty of gigs together and some of the best times we have spent together have been outside in the freezing cold waiting to get into the show.

Jon is an electronic hoarder too, he has so many CDs of random videos, text files, pictures and music that it is too hard to comprehend. He has just sent me a piece of writing I did about 4 years ago now and it is absolutely hysterical. I don't wanna share any of it on here as I'm in a very different place and I like to think a much better person. My writing style hasn't changed much though, still very much the same. The piece of writing he sent has literally made my day, I couldn't stop laughing about some of the stunts and the way our minds worked back not too long ago. It's amazing how much naivety and lack of life experience can make such a funny entertaining read. One day I may share it, but for now it's just a personal thing. If anyone remembers the Mansfield days of 'sarging' you will know most likely what literature I'm talking about.

Many amazing songs and little snippets of mine and my friends life have been lost in the digital ether, but it's these little bits that make us remember larger parts of the past. Little digital keepsakes that make us think of happy times and give reason to keep seeking more. A little video of me burning my pubic hair because we were bored or a little song I did because I thought I could sing, these are what make life what it is. I'm not going to apologise for being introspective and possibly pretentious right now, because I believe now and again a little kick start is what you need to get some fuel on the fire and keep you burning long into the night.

When I'm older I hope my failing memory doesn't rob me of these good times, I hope that when I'm grey and old I'll still remember what I am writing right now. My Grandad managed to write some of his life down in a book, it was insane to read what it was like when he was younger. It had left an everlasting impression on me and subconsciously this may be a driving factor of why I bother to post a blog.

I'll be honest when I first started writing this post I didn't expect anything like this to come, the beauty of opening your mind for a split second and letting it all flow out. The problem with this is lack of cohesion in writing, but for my blog and my mind, it's how I do.

Paintball Massacre

Last week was Mr Batho's 24th birthday and we had arranged to go shoot each other with little balls of paint forced through a little metal tube with the aid of a renowned killer, CO2. Paintballing.

It was a mint day, awesome group of guys, who all shared a common trait, a huge competitive nature. Having won the first game very easily we had to play another with only 5 of us against 8 which is safe to say the reason we got tanked on the next game we played. So the day went back and forth and points were shared. Ultimately we won in the end and got our little TopGun certificate along with an invitation to return.

It wasn't so straight forward during the games, there was a lot of paintball etiquette simply thrown out by the opposing team, namely this guy dressed in camo (tool?) who kept wiping paint after being shot or not 'realising' he had been shot. Needless to say he became a target. By the end of the day his head was absolutely battered, it was the only place that he didn't have a single bit of protection. Needless to say during one game, I triggered about 4-5 successive blows right to the shining orb which was his head, it was a glorious moment, lit him up like the night sky on the 5th of November. I came back pretty unharmed, just a battered knee from diving around and crawling in prone position, not realising I was playing in real life and no on Black Ops.

The next night we spent it celebrating Batho's birthday a little more traditionally, drinking with good friends in Mansfield and dancing our little socks off in Liquid. It was an absolutely awesome night, got to see a lot of old friends, some I hadn't seen in years, some a couple of months. There are some really funny photos flying about on the 'book, go check them out.

Updating has been slow due to me being quite busy or being hungover, a huge combination of the first and second, predominantly the first though. This week I'm hoping to get into the Peaks just for a day and I'll endeavor to get some photos to share with you all!

Simple

Recently I have made the effort to start getting active. Not to sure why. I reason to myself it's that whenever I do an activity of some sort I only have to worry about the skill part of it but not the fitness. Since playing football last night, my logic is completely flawed. The only way I can get fit for a sport is to really play it as well as train.


I had a super weird dream last night about Taekwondo. No idea were it came from and it's the second night in a row that people from work have been in my dreams. I can't escape them at all! My new sleeping bag came today though which made my day a bit happier after my pay got fucked up again. It is all part of the equipment I'm building for a little solo camping trick in the peaks.

I'm gonna end with a video now, I have no idea but when I was talking to Jon last night it just came into my head as some form of advice... to a certain degree



All about the hot pink. Too much of a guilty pleasure