King of the tragic ones

blogger is now in even more languages.

I'm told.

Who remembers text based adventure games? I do. I miss them days. Apart from there was this one game which I couldn't even work out what the first command was. I can't even remember the name of it. I've heard that life can feel like that sometimes.

I've heard and have been told a lot of things. Some of it's even true.

I'll take this opportunity to tip a hat to Mr Blair and to also say good luck to Mr Brown. He'll need it I'd wager. Going back to BlairFace, I was interested to hear about this job trying to make peace in the Middle East. Publicity or revelation of the true heart of the man. Time will tell though I don't suppose the media will.

Time will tell on all of us.

I wonder some days what time will say about me.

That's enough I deem.

Tobyanoutoutout

Blog regression

My pirate name is:

Mad Dog Kidd

Part crazy, part mangy, all rabid, you're the pirate all the others fear might just snap soon. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

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How's aboot two lame things?

One is one of them cat pictures that are lame but make me laugh a bit:

It's not that sad though because I'm pretty sure it will make at least my 'rents laugh.

Second lame-o thing is new song. I'm running out of things to post about so that will have to do. It's about a boy who lives on the moon and he's called Zack Plank. And did I mention that he lives on the moon yet?

Zack Plank

I wouldn't like to be in your shoes
Follow your feet into the emptiness
Desolate in the skies
You're on your own oh no.
Do the stars shine that much brighter for you?
It's a long way down
A long way down
If you choose to think about it

Hey
I just wanted to be far away
Don't take me down
Hey
Just like me to wind up lost again
Came in last again
Looking down
I can't see the end

It's the boy without an atmosphere
Faking fear and an attitude
Finding you've got space to spare
Star of the whole show oh no
With the real world that much smaller to you
Are you coming down?
Coming down.
Or is it easier to stay?

ooo. Get this morning

All getting light and whatever.

La - de - da.

Fancy pants Mr This Morning

hello dear boy

What is up with all o' y'all?

I am down and diggy.

I have a hurt toe due to a cricket ball.

We are playing at midnight on the Future Shock stage of the Exit Festival in Serbia on the Sunday nite.

Things are moving with the band. At last.

And I keep forgetting to blog.

And I'm going to drink some wine and play poker tonite.

All is well with the world.

Go busy yourselfs elsewhere whilst I ruminate.

Thanksbye.

Welcome to the jungle.

The jub got marrid. That doesn't have a huge amount to do with the jungle. Mebbe I'll get a relevant photo later.

down by the railway siding

You know what would be scary? If a malevolent and sinister force, agency or other third party were able to obtain a list of all your details, interests and calendar as well as photos of you, your friends, acquaintances and contacts with details of the exact nature of your connection to said people.


Don't you think?


So anyway, in an unrelated aside, what do you think of facebook? El loves it. I'm undecided.

What else is up? Well the Jub is getting marrid on Saturday. That's up.

I'm done, gotta pee.

You can't have it all.. Toby

so many days..

So little blogging.

I know I know.

Regardless.. Today we went to the Cambridge. It was the fun times with the family. We even went to Pontins. (humour). Maybe there might be pictures to follow. But you know my record with that. Unless you somehow arrived here by searching for "Pontins family humour". In which case you have my sympathies (but you should really read the archives and catch up for goodness' sakes - come on, we'll wait for you).

Anyway. My main point was that I'm going to bed and last nite was very fun.

Simple.

perspective..

It messes with your mind when you start thinking about it. Believe me. I think the easiest way is to pretend that there's nothing to worry about it. Which is the way most people get by every day. Maybe that's ok.

Again, if you think about it, there's probably someone out there already worrying about whatever so that you don't have to. There's probably already a charity for it.

I know what you're thinking, you're thinking, that's how Nazi Germany got off the ground. And you're probably right.

But don't worry.

to sleep perchance to dream..

we thought we were getting away with it but we couldn't fool ourselves for long enough.

I think on the whole I prefer doing things to not doing things. But then you knew that. Didn't you?

The stag day was fun, I played cricket but didn't get to bat (lordy, we won), mummy's going to be a vicar (but that's old news now) and I co-wrote my first song on piano.

What fun? What, fun?

I'd better be off now.

You can carry right along.