Wednesday 5 August 2009

Holly chokes

Things that I realise are good in life, countless Dougal filled Father Ted moments (or when Mrs Doyle falls off the window step in the Xmas special, I kid you not, its genius), that brief moment in the day when the suns out (you know, at 5am) and of course being home alone (with a broken bath tap, a constantly hungry cat and neverending washing that piles up quicker than unread copies of NME)

On the other hand, you know, the scaley one that is slightly evil, tries to take over and strangle you when it disagrees and generally throws stuff at unsuspecting people (or pinches their bottoms, and I mean a pinch with the fingers not the act of stealing, that would be worrying, even for an evil hand that is green and has scales). So yes, this other hand, it involves pointless calls from 3, again feeding a cat that won't eat his food and the mother of all sins. Hollyoaks.

I can find sympathy from many (Crissie's got my back!) that it is all things camera filled, film related and actor adoring because it is the exact opposite. You can't refer to things in the show as what they are, e.g. "I just bought the latest football games" of course, we can relate to that, because I always shout to my friends, "Let us play that game we all crave....that I cannot actually mention outloud for it may land me in a lawsuit even though its glorious advertising that they would love".

Colour update!

Danananananananannakroyd, the beautiful individuals they are, the creative group geniuses they too are, the Scottish equivilant of musical sex without those deep fried marsbars are what Los Campesinos are to the broken hearted. Loved. Adored. Physically hugged and squeezed.

Some Dresses (type it in on youtube) is like some kind of fusion of the excitement a bagpipe creates with that of the moment when you used to pop open a Smarties tube to find what letter you got...it was always R...what were you trying to tell me?! *future Raaaaaaapper*

Upon finishing that sentence I grow weary

so. with. last. lunge. will. save. and. post

NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERDS

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Sunday 15 February 2009

I'm resigning myself to be done and dusted. Drink awaits. Brunch awaits. No more blogtastic shite for you to read.

Disco

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Sunday 8 February 2009

Mary Tyler Moore was a saint!

I was gonna sleep. But then I realised sleep was for wombats, bats and zubats. And yes, of course, owls.

So instead I'm awake (for a little while longer anyway) and I'm gonna bore you all again. I say all, I really just mean any randomers who fall into the pit of peril that is this blog. You've been a warned!

*Laugh interval*

My dad emailed me today. Not funny I hear you yell? A bit lame and watery, almost timid? Ha! Well, you've clearly never received an email from Howard Wade (I'm not gonna even point out any funnies to his name, the fact alone my dad wasn't given a middle name is really just blind luck. I'm pretty sure though that Vincent would have suited snuggly, almost nestled even inbetween them.)
Back to the funnies though. My dad, who granted left school at 15 (back in 1923) never was good at spelling, so one wasn't surprised by the error by my papa when he spelt hungry as Hungary. Good times all. My dad is a saint. He brings smiles to the faces of all. Unless you're a rock. You may well then not even have a face. Or toes.

*Ground breaking record alert*

My breakisant I had a bowl of cereal, milk, no sugar. a pan o chocolat, not spelt that way. And a fry up, 2 bacon, 2 bread, 2 butter. butter wrapped into bread. bread wrapped around bacon. Eaten with nibbling bites. 1 sausage. 2 fried bread (french bread to me but I guess I'm wrongle. And alsooooo, 2 eggs. Fried. No less.

I later died that day with a heart attack.



Or did I?!


There's not much else to say really. I'm back at uni. Gonna play pool with friends tomorrow. It may well be the best day of my life if Bill Paxton turns up. Fingers crossed.


Much love to the one random person who read this. Thankyou *wipes away a tear*

:D

Bon

Thursday 8 January 2009

January 1979!

By mewithoutYou!

Awesome.

According to the examples of possible labels for this, it has told me Scooters. Mmmm. Maybe later. Well, I'm back again to bug you with unnecessary words cemented to sentences while I dupe you into thinking I've finished my essays and I have time to waste. Because actually, surprisingly (or not) I kind of, well, haven't. Whoopsie. I have however managed to wake myself up at 9, and then continue to sleep till 10. Impressive I hear you cry? No no, stop applauding, really. It was nothing special, only probably like the earliest I have ever woken up!!!! Since last tuesday.

Currently wondering where the hell furness went (I was talking to him on fb chat - of course) Again, wasting my time well :)

Important notices of the day:

Tom had a shave today
He also managed to cut his wrist slightly :S
(Incidently the wrist has nothing to do with the fact I had a sharp razor, I promise!)
But need not worry, a plaster has been applied and mummy has been informed.
This will probably result in me somehow having to gargle TCP. Eurgh!
Tom also, while being a prune sharpner and talking in the 3rd person, has realised when I type and make a mistake inbetween a sentence, he actually deletes his way back to correct it. This is probably why his essays, texts, or msn convos take so long. Silly spork man.
Finally though, Tom does find that the spork is a killer invention. Needless to say, he is easily amused. Hence why he recently bought one of those old school noise tubes (YES, the ones that make that awesome noise after flipping them upside down)
Simba (the cat) does not appreciate this.

Ok. Now currently listening to Panic! The exclamation mark represents that it is old school first album Panic. I feel a music interval coming on.....here we goooo

*Music Interval*

As I first mentioned - January 1979 - Awesome. mewithoutYou are new found gods. I think to be honest (tbh!) anything closely linked with Brand New at the moment (atm!) are getting extra space made for them on the metaphorical shelf that is my iPod shuffle. (New iPod shuffle that is. The day this blue coated baby came I almost literally yelped - like Michael Mcintyre impersonating a lady over excited by a crazy man trying to shuffle himself onto a loaded tube train) So yes, mewithoutYou, find them fnd them find them. Love them love them love them.

Next - Buffalo Springfield. "Expecting to fly" - heard it off Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas. Actually so good I even bought it from amazon. And normally I just....don't obviously download ilegally. Phew, saved that one.

NEWS JUST IN - I AM TO MENTION ZOE IN THIS!

Zoe Gould of horror film loving fame and wishing she was Cat women (NOT the Halle Berry version - RUBBISH film) has asked to be included in this dribble drabble and to be honest if she gets mentioned it will actually make this credible, because lets face it people, I'm certainly not bringing anything to the table here (metaphorically speaaaaaking - Mask quote!)

OMG OMG OMG - LEN!!!

Steal my sunshine. And I knooow, you're probably thinking "Tom you spout about endless music, but its good stuff, why go off on a tangent and start praising sundrenched LEN?" Well Matilda, the reason is because it is soooo sundrenched it is actually AWESOME. Plus it was in Zack and Miri so I've got to love it. Point to all films. Make movies with GOOD soundtracks. It's what everyone secretly goes for. Finding songs that no one else has heard of but the director because he used to be a goth and the underground scene was so much cooler back then. And its not like you don't all go home and check the web for the soundtrack listing straight after seeing the film heyyyyyyy, well. At least Emily & I do.

Weezer - particaurly Rivers Cuomo (and his solo stuff) is so so so good. I think I may errupt if I don't get to one day hug him. He really means that much to me in the music world. As does Anthony Kiedis and John Frusciante. (Gods!)
Actually I'll write up my heroes at some point. That would make a tasty pointless blog for everyone to be badgered into reading. Like YOU!

:D

Thankyou for reading again. I know the music interval never really finished but you're probably glad aren't you.....aren't youuuuu *squints*.....*then accidently swallows own eye into the socket from squinting so much*

ahhhh man

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Wednesday 7 January 2009

New Year - New Tom

McNugget!

Homer said it on Simpsons last night (channel 4, don't get chance to watch sky due to my daddy owning the remote but who knows, I may challenge him to a fight to the death, for I, am Lord Vader! (Again I'm quoting things and many may not know what I'm dribbling on about and this may just cause further belief that I am off my rocker...if I even owned that too but I don't. My grandad does. All the good things belonging to the older people here in the Wade household. It's ok though, I'm not begrudging of this, it's not like I've written a blog to vent my....

So. New year to acknowledge and I've finally decided on what I'm going to do. Press ups (this is a personal goal. I have other missions to conquer but theres no personal gain in those kittens). So yes. It's about time I finally stuck to something and I feel a little inferior after hearing about everyones guns, again, dad and grandad are beating me here. I think tbh it may just be this reason that I have no say in my own house. maaaaybe if I have muscles I can challenge my own mother...to a fight to the death. Sorry, can't help that one, funny clip though, Eddie Izzard, a God among, well the crowds he entertains I guess. Just type in on youtube - star wars canteen. it even gives the lovely option of whether you want the serious stand up version or a playful Lego effort.

But I digress. So yes. I'm fed up. I want to finally be more manly! And I don't mean in a Rocky kind of way ("It makes me smell mainly") poor lad couldn't read! But in a I can at least do more than 5 press ups without breaking sweat/my wrist/concentration.

*Music Interval*

N'omg. Ok, Brand New are a brand new favourite. All thanks to the lovely and part of Team Awesome, its the one and only Kate!!! God bless her piano socks the little miss Twiggmen :)
Brand New are God's gift to feelings and not EMO but proper emotions, where you smile at the end and not curl up in a position resembling a fig roll after you've dropped it and then a crow decides to peck the hell out of it. Agaaain I digress. To sum up (for the 20th time) songs like Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't. I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light. Soco Amaretto Lime and The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot (ACOUSTIC!!!) are perfectly crafted songs that move me in a way more powerful than your usual scruffy removal men that turn up late and drop your worldly possessions. Brand New is beautiful music brought to me by a beautiful girl, who I will be constantly thanking and showering with soothers at random because its filled a little of my heart. Just as RHCP did once upon a time, or the Los Campesinos! do now.
In the words of THAT orange and carrot juice drink (mainly carrot) Brand New are deliciously drinkable!

hurrah!

And so like I was like I'm going to become a nurse mum and theres no way you can stop me......oh your back reading the blog....well, that was embarrasing. Moving on.

I haven't really got a lot else to say. ALTHOUGH. Dead Set on channel 4. Grr. Like, I would probably take my hat off to it. But unfortantly I don't wear a hat. SYKE. So I think I'll just critisice it more. I mean, I'm sure its entertaining, I should really know I tried watching it last night. But the fact that 28 days later has already been created and filmed, and produced, and shipped out across the world, long enough for them to do a sequel, doesn't that kind of the give the impression that this has been done before? Simple answer YES. Pointless answer, YES....but this is set in Big Brother which is totally going to make it so much more interesting....but yes yes this has been done before.....grrr I tell thee. A big Bear grrr

TICK TOCK

It's David O Doherty.....O' Clock!

Seeing as I mentioned Eddie Izzard I must go on and say the DOD is hilarious. Again, youtube him too! "NO!"

Ok, think I'm finally rambled out. But finally and most importantly on Monday I found out I can travel to Bedford straight from my home station of 3 Bridges. Hurrah indeed to all. This is joyous Information :)

I'm a jeeeew

sorry, Simon Amstell. Genius!

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Sunday 4 January 2009

On your marks, get set, GO

Firstly, thankyou to MD for showing me a simple-awesome way of getting things off my chest, my heavy heavy chest. This will be trip-tastic, yet for many, just utter rubbish. Pop!

Most likely I think I'm going to mix it up with music I listen to, current and some past stuff that still rocks, and then just any issues or annoyances I have on my mind. But you can ignore that lot. In fact I understand if you ignore the whole lot lol.

At the moment, Marcy Playground - Sex & Candy. Kindly brought to my attention by Zack & Miri make a porno. Film was alright :) but what of course made it was because I went with Cazz, Lauren and Alex! Woop :)

By the by, always write down any songs you hear blaring from the pub duke box machine thingy ma-jig that plays the music that you hear coming from the corner by the bar where you get refreshments and snackles. Hence why I now like Bush - Swallowed (Like British Nirvana if Nirvana tried to copy themselves and failed slightly, but still came out with good songs.) In a nutshell.

*Intermission - you can go get something to eat if you like now or just generally edge closer to closing this page lol

Ok, music:

Los Campesinos! (Gods. Actual Gods of an Indie land that saw the dinosaurs of Tyran-oasis become extinct for these guys to take to the main plain. One word. Awesome. (I probably say that a lot about most things.)
The Cure: Too good for words. Smith and co will never die out. Long live Just Like Heaven and Boys Don't Cry.
Dananananaykroyd: And I'm not just putting them down because of their name, they honestly live up to it. According to NME its fight pop. Well then. Let the fight begin *Ding ding*
Late of the Pier: Ok. Imagine that you were crushed at a car crushing party where entertainment is served to you in the form of crushing genecide. Not a lot of it makes sense to you and you're pretty sure thos aren't painted nuts and bolts that everyone is slipping on their tongue. Welcome to something that doesn't make sense, but N'omg it's incredible and you want to be a part of it. LOTP are just that concoction of toothpaste and orange juice that sets you on a hyper cringe binge of electric truth nugget perfection that makes Marilyn Manson seem on a par with Grandma Olive.
Finally White Stripes "We're going to be friends" : Not that I'm late to hearing Jack White but I am to watching Naoleon Dynamite. Awesome opening titles with this song. Makes life seem simple and non-complicated. Soothes any worry :)

I think I've rambled long enough about music. Thankyou for most probably not making it to the end of this sentence but still at least you opened it up to have a look :)

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