| My House |
[21 Nov 2005|11:16am] |
Status: Cream Crackered
The downstairs of my diminutive palace has a nice wooden floor, but there's a chance it's got woodworm. So, we've got a bloke coming round on Wednesday to treat it. Apparently it's wise to treat every bit of wood in the house. In preparation for this I went round there yesterday to take all the upstairs carpets up. I did this, and lo and behold the entire top floor is raised, (about an inch above the floorboards) meaning I had to take up all of this new floor (hardboard) to get to the floorboards.
I swear to god every bit of this hardboard was held down by no less than thirty nails.
My hands and arms are now fucking killing me. I haven't done any manual labour for about 8 years! But I do feel like I've got biceps this morning.
Thankfully, the floorboards that are now revealed are in quite good condition and could quite feasibly be sanded down, varnished and left as is.
Wooden floors throughout! That's got to add a bit of value right there.
Also, an added bonus that I've yet to inform the missus of, it'll make installing a housewide speaker set-up that much easier.
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[12 Nov 2005|05:34pm] |
I've been keeping schtum about this in order to not jinx it, but yes, I've managed to buy a house!
BEHOLD, mine and Tasha's new diddy little house in Chigwell.
I've just been and bought some sofas and a washing machine. God, this is an expensive business.
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| More art! |
[09 Sep 2005|02:03pm] |
Space, the final frontier! These are the badly coloured adventures of some aliens... or something. Anyway, not sure about my colours on this, but I didn't want to just have loads of grey metal spaceships.
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| Artwork!! |
[28 Aug 2005|05:48pm] |
I've been doing lots of art recently so that when I kill my old website I'll be able to relaunch it with all new content. This means I've got loads of art lying about that no one but Tash has seen. So I'm going to start putting the odd bit up here for my friends to see. Hope you don't mind.
Cover in progress:
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| The World Of Accounting |
[17 Jun 2005|10:17am] |
My schedule today.
11:00 Finance Meeting
12:00 Hat-Making Committee meeting
12:05 Pub
17:30 Horse Racing/Ladies Day Hat competition
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[16 Jun 2005|12:42pm] |
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Bonus was dogshit. Some cack about fiscal year calculations. Not going to San Diego. There'd best be some decent comics out today or I may stop breathing.
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| STAR WARS III REVENGE OF THE SITH |
[23 May 2005|12:03pm] |
Haven't seen it.
This weekend I have mostly been watching Justice League Unlimited, Battlestar Galactica and an unhealthy amount of amateur dancing and singing contests. That thar is the delicate balance one must perform to exist in a relationship.
JLU is superb so far, except for the Hawk and Dove one, which was purest cack. Who the fuck decided Hawk and Dove were good characters and who designed their awful fucking costumes?
Battlestar Galactica, even though I’m only about 5 episodes in, kicks arse. I reckon I’d do Starbuck too.
BG has prompted me to start drawing spaceships again. So I’m in the process of drawing a ridiculously detailed space battle comic. Look out for it in 2012!
Once I have completed this epic task, I’ll be destroying my website and turning it into a spaceship pictures only zone. Look for that in 2015!!
Bit of luck we’ll all be dead by then.
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| Top Evening |
[20 Feb 2005|11:13am] |
I've already declared last night the highlight of my year. I spent the evening round a mates new house with the aim of testing their next door neighbours Jungle tolerance. We had about 300 of the cream from the big fat record collection that grew in the loft in our teens that we slowly went through. My god there's some tunes there!
There was green, brown, white, and disgusting vodka red bulls mixed by my stupidest mate Connors. There was also a bottle of Red Bull Liqueor, which was complete filth, but drew a shot drinking contest out of us.
The tunes, did I mention the tunes? Mark and Laff mixed back to back and did a wicked job but had the occasional interruption from Bob Ruff (Connors) who was intent on mixing at the wrong speed.
Max even turned up and he hates Jungle! Though he did appear to have the ulterior motive of wanting to boot Connors at every opportunity, which is alright, we all had a go to be fair.
Baby Count:
Mark: 1, 1 on the way
Laff: 1 on the way
Max: 1, and I think 1 on the way (the music was bloody loud!)
Steve: 0
Jon: 0
Ken: 0
Connors: 0
John F. 0
Me: 0
People below didn't show, or may have turned up after I pussied out and went home. They could well be churning out babies by the dozen for all I know.
Clarky: 0
Den: 0
Wisey: 0
Mark is now going to start the process of saving all of these tunes onto his computer. It's going to take years, but my god, it'll be worth it.
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| Bad Mood |
[17 Jan 2005|09:31am] |
Leg: Hurting
Location: At work
Mood: Bad
Hellboy: Not as good as expected
Coffee: Not enough sugar
Art: Rubbish
Gear: Not much
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| TUNAGE! |
[15 Nov 2004|01:19pm] |
You may remember some time ago I was ecstatic because I'd found Randall & Kenny Ken back to back at AWOL on one of the file-sharing networks. This was a two tape set that was sold on a little table downstairs at the Paradise Club in the early nineties. AWOL at the Paradise club was quite simply the place to be for Junglists in the early nineties. It started at midnight Saturday and went on until 1pm Sunday. This was so that everyone who was anyone could go about their usual djing, promoting business and still have a place to go later in the night/morning. It had an unchanging line up of Randall, Kenny Ken, Mickey Finn, Darren J, Dr S. Gachet and MC GQ. Occasionally Grooverider might pop in, but that was rare. Anyway, tapes of the sets at AWOL were like gold-plated diamonds to me and my friends in those days. However, over the years all of the copies of these tapes have slowly disappeared. Someone could be hoarding them I suppose, but everyone pleads innocence.
Back to the point, the Randall & Kenny Ken set I found was only part 1. I now have parts 2,3 & 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO HOURS OF RANDALL & KENNY KEN!! Yes, I know the track order like the back of my hand and can sing along with MC GQ, but I'm reliving my youth! My heyday! Thank god the technology exists for me to listen to the whole thing in one. Thank you, MP3 player.
Now to find the Last Night Of Paradise @ AWOL sets. I've tracked down the Dr S. Gachet one but that's nothing compared to the majesty of the Randall one. (He's in the mix before the MC even notices he's there. It's GOD-LIKE.)
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[11 Nov 2004|01:56pm] |
Check my new photo. It's my work intranet photo and it's in cool black & white! It's so diddy because it looks terrible bigger because you can see my clown sideburns.
Work Christmas party invites need to be returned today, but I don't want to dress up like a penguin, so I don't think I'll go. Although on the other hand it's called JINGLE IN THE JUNGLE because it's being held at London Zoo.
Hmmmm...
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[01 Nov 2004|04:01pm] |
So, about a month ago I gave up smoking gear. This was my first step in giving up smoking altogether. I gave up on my 30th birthday. The original plan being to give up everything, but for my birthday I got 200 fags, 2 ashtrays and a lighter, so it was always going to be a problem. Anyway, during this month I’ve smoked more fags then ever before and I haven’t enjoyed reading comics at all. I had a pile of unread comics the like of which had no right to reside in my front room.
Time for a new plan! I will give up smoking fags and only smoke gear! Genius! I’ve just had a glorious weekend of smoking and catching up on my comics and it seems comics know what I’m upto. SO much good stuff at the moment! And Morrison’s JLA back again next week for fuck’s sake! It’s clearly an omen type thing.
The not smoking fags bit isn’t going too well, but it’s only my first day.
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[25 Oct 2004|01:26pm] |
It costs £470.00 to book a Marilyn Monroe lookalike.
That is all.
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[10 Jul 2004|10:20am] |
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I've found a job, and it appears to be excellent. It's for an American architechtural company, it's about five minutes away from where I used to work, I'll get more money and I'll be able to teach those architect bods a thing or two about drawing buildings. For instance, if Spider-man's involved, always try and have a wonky horizon. They're going to love me!
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| Dying |
[09 Jun 2004|02:49pm] |
I'm ill. I've got summer flu (that's what I'm calling it anyway) and this bloody tropical weather's not helping matters. I feel like Bernard Manning's fatter sweatier brother.
I caught this mutant pox from my girlfriend who's had it forever. She's gone to work today as clearly she's made of sterner stuff than me.
I've had to delve into my emergency green supply too. Brown's too harsh, man.
All is not doom and gloom though. I've drawn a Rover/Skylark picture and am having pizza for lunch.
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| Redundant |
[04 Jun 2004|11:28am] |
I was made redundant a few weeks ago so I've been going round various job agencies signing myself up and smiling unconvincingly. I went to one yesterday, a media accountancy agency specifically, and it went quite well. "Are you comfortable wearing jeans to work?" is not a question that usually crops up for an accountant type person. "Could you possibly mess your hair up a bit and not shave for a few days too?"
Anyway, they took a photo of me too. For their files you understand. It helps them see you as a person, while looking at your file, rather than a number. Quite what a number is doing compiling a CV and applying for jobs is beyond me. You'd think they'd have enough to do in their eternal battle against letters to become the most important visual disseminator of information... erghm.. sorry, where was I? Oh yes, they took a photo of me. I took on board what he said about this practise and in no way thought that it's because the media world is so shallow that they want to make sure they don't end up with any fat ugly people working in their offices.
No, that would be illegal wouldn't it?
Anyway, when I came out of the interview I saw Denise Van Outen and Richard Wilson (not together, mind you that could be a clever plan to put me off the scent) so that was a good sign.
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| Bristol Comic Con |
[01 Jun 2004|01:26pm] |
Well what a waste of time that was. If I went out drinking and eating with you, I don't mean that, that wasn't a waste of time, that was proper cool! I mean the whole going to Bristol Comic Con to supposedly upgrade my comic artist career by an inch or two. It didn't happen of course. I wandered around for a day clutching my portfolio and only showing it to people I knew who would be nice, or at least not horrible. Some were horrible, but that's okay, I'll do my standard never talk to them again thing. That'll teach them. Well, it's better than punching their smug little faces into puree isn't it?
So yes, taking a portfolio to Bristol that when it came down to it I didn't have the tabs to show to anyone in a position to offer me work, or not even showing it to anyone who would critique it honestly, was not my greatest plan ever. Mind you I only come up with my greatest plans ever when I'm stoned and I only managed to squeeze in two spliffs throughout the entire day. Clearly I wasn't trying.
Reading between the lines I think you can work out that I'm an aspiring comic artist with zero tolerance for criticism. I also have a tendency to lose my rag and shout at people. I can't see how this will ever work itself out. I'm going to need some sort of personality transplant if I'm ever going to be able to do what I was supposed to be doing at Bristol. Does that technology exist yet?
I missed the big fight in the pub too. That might have cheered me up.
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| JOY! |
[21 Jan 2004|06:17pm] |
I have just found a DJ Randall Mix mp3. It's entitled RANDALL@THE EDGE '93. It's a whole hour of Randall mixing tunes from the heyday of Jungle and it has NO annoying MC over the top of it. Music really doesn't get better than this.
I AM ECSTATIC!
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| Stardom |
[06 Jan 2004|11:21am] |
Aaaages ago I was interviewed for a tacky Channel 5 documentary on Spider-man. It was when the film hit the cinema. Now, I’m quite a skinny bloke (apart from a bit of a beergut, but they’re quite attractive, right ladies?) but on telly it seems I take on the appearance of a particularly big-boned whale! They say tv puts 10 pounds on you. Bollocks, it’s more like 10 tons.
Anyway, the stupid documentary was on again this past weekend. So I’ve come into work to emails and general piss-take about my fat-bastard-ness. Why wasn’t I consulted about the repeat airing? I could have told everyone the wrong date and time for it, like I did last time.
Swines!
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