So I'm getting on the bandwagon as I hope to rediscover some old tunes I have seemed to forgot. Day 1 is all about your favorite tune, it's so subjective at the time so I'm just going to pick the song that I always pick on my iPod while walking to Uni, seems logical that it might be my favorite.
Dead Prez - Hip Hop
Friday, March 11, 2011
Missing Film Reunited
I posted a while back now about some guy who had found a roll of film which was taken during a blizzard in New York. He had endeavored to find the person the film had belonged too. Anywho he has just released the third part of the video and it is truly quite amazing. For part 1 click here
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
(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.
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.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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!
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!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Winter Varsity
So the 19th of Feb rolled around and it was Winter Varsity time again. I have never been before as I have always had work or something else on but this year I made it my mission to go, even sacrificing a lie in on a Saturday morning.
Me, Adam and Lex kicked it off in Champs while waiting on Rob to finish work. Watched the final minutes of Crawley Town's dream fixture play-out then headed in a taxi to Ski Village. When we got in I saw Joel and Aaron with one of their mates. They managed to get in free by sneaking through the top of the hill, classy guys right there. Once we got ourselves a few drinks we heading up the middle of the slopes to watch qualifying. Some big tricks were pulled, some nice rodeos and front flips, from Sheff Uni though, none from our boys at Hallam unfortunately. The riding was fun to watch but entertainment also came in other forms.
Lex was just minding his own business dropping someone a text when he slowly started sliding down the hill before full of face planting it in the mud with beer AND phone still safely in his hands. Only problem was that he had tipped the beer upside down and lost it all, his biggest mistake of his life. It was a moment you had to be there for to full appreciate the hilarity of the situation, it literally hurt to laugh for the rest of the night after that.
Unfortunately for Jon, he didn't see what happened to Lex and made the unfortunate mistake of standing in the exact same place where, not only did he fall down, he actually took some poor innocent Uni girl straight down with him too, it was like see Flamini take out Ćorluka in the mid-week European games. The fall didn't hurt Jon, but I think his pride took a bit of a beating. He recaptured the moment later on in the night, but this time failed to take out any snow bunnies with him.
After all the slipping and sliding on the slopes, we headed back down to the lodge where, unfortunately for us, Sheffield Uni were announced the resounding winners. Nevermind though, I think we showed them how to party like champions. The beer was flowing, random people were pouring beer in my mouth, the favour was repaid in kindness to others passing our group. Straight arm drinking ensued, leading to very messy beards and t-shirts. The DJs were getting naughty with some of the big tunes they were dropping. One point me and Lex were getting jazzy on the dancefloor and we were throwing ourselves about a bit and I ended up smashing my face into his fist, sub-conscious payback for the fit of laughter I was in earlier I think. The night got crazier as it went on and ended up with several people dancing from the rafters, it was literally a mental asylum for snowboarders.
The night ended with a coach ride back to the HUBS and a brisk tired walk home. I collapsed in bed thinking of how I had to be up in 5 hours for work to only be awoken by Jimmy who I had accidently locked out.
All in all it had been one of the best nights out of my Uni life and wouldn't mind reliving it over and over again
Me, Adam and Lex kicked it off in Champs while waiting on Rob to finish work. Watched the final minutes of Crawley Town's dream fixture play-out then headed in a taxi to Ski Village. When we got in I saw Joel and Aaron with one of their mates. They managed to get in free by sneaking through the top of the hill, classy guys right there. Once we got ourselves a few drinks we heading up the middle of the slopes to watch qualifying. Some big tricks were pulled, some nice rodeos and front flips, from Sheff Uni though, none from our boys at Hallam unfortunately. The riding was fun to watch but entertainment also came in other forms.
Lex was just minding his own business dropping someone a text when he slowly started sliding down the hill before full of face planting it in the mud with beer AND phone still safely in his hands. Only problem was that he had tipped the beer upside down and lost it all, his biggest mistake of his life. It was a moment you had to be there for to full appreciate the hilarity of the situation, it literally hurt to laugh for the rest of the night after that.
Unfortunately for Jon, he didn't see what happened to Lex and made the unfortunate mistake of standing in the exact same place where, not only did he fall down, he actually took some poor innocent Uni girl straight down with him too, it was like see Flamini take out Ćorluka in the mid-week European games. The fall didn't hurt Jon, but I think his pride took a bit of a beating. He recaptured the moment later on in the night, but this time failed to take out any snow bunnies with him.
After all the slipping and sliding on the slopes, we headed back down to the lodge where, unfortunately for us, Sheffield Uni were announced the resounding winners. Nevermind though, I think we showed them how to party like champions. The beer was flowing, random people were pouring beer in my mouth, the favour was repaid in kindness to others passing our group. Straight arm drinking ensued, leading to very messy beards and t-shirts. The DJs were getting naughty with some of the big tunes they were dropping. One point me and Lex were getting jazzy on the dancefloor and we were throwing ourselves about a bit and I ended up smashing my face into his fist, sub-conscious payback for the fit of laughter I was in earlier I think. The night got crazier as it went on and ended up with several people dancing from the rafters, it was literally a mental asylum for snowboarders.
The night ended with a coach ride back to the HUBS and a brisk tired walk home. I collapsed in bed thinking of how I had to be up in 5 hours for work to only be awoken by Jimmy who I had accidently locked out.
All in all it had been one of the best nights out of my Uni life and wouldn't mind reliving it over and over again
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Talented Friends Pt.2
Basically this week and part of next week are hell so instead of having anything expressive or creative to write I'm gonna cop out and let another one of my friends do the talking.
DC has been living in NYC for the last few years and has probably one of the best blogs to read, little stories, music recommendations , sick photos etc. I can't remember the first time I met DC but I remember the last time I saw him. It was somewhere in lower Manhattan near Fat Cat, it was a pleasure as always. The first time I visited NYC DC was kind enough to put me up and I had a sick time riding round Central Park and the streets, I didn't quite have a fun time getting locked outta the apartment, where upon DC's return from work, finding myself curled up on the door mat sleeping.
So that's enough for my mangled brain to handle right now, check it out here
DC has been living in NYC for the last few years and has probably one of the best blogs to read, little stories, music recommendations , sick photos etc. I can't remember the first time I met DC but I remember the last time I saw him. It was somewhere in lower Manhattan near Fat Cat, it was a pleasure as always. The first time I visited NYC DC was kind enough to put me up and I had a sick time riding round Central Park and the streets, I didn't quite have a fun time getting locked outta the apartment, where upon DC's return from work, finding myself curled up on the door mat sleeping.
So that's enough for my mangled brain to handle right now, check it out here
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
A Must Have
Please someone buy me the DVD shown here
An amazingly low budget, raw and gnarly DVD from the guys at Peepshow. Jess Kimura & June Bhongjam & Esthera Preda are the guys that founded the collective. There are some really good riders stapled throughout along with what happens off the snow too. Summed up beautifully by Huck Magazine ' Urban riding, style, fresh talent, beer, boobs and blunts.
A real snowboard film.
An amazingly low budget, raw and gnarly DVD from the guys at Peepshow. Jess Kimura & June Bhongjam & Esthera Preda are the guys that founded the collective. There are some really good riders stapled throughout along with what happens off the snow too. Summed up beautifully by Huck Magazine ' Urban riding, style, fresh talent, beer, boobs and blunts.
A real snowboard film.
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