In The Name Of Science.

Right this ones for all of the heavy beer drinkers out there. I am inviting you to take part in a scientific experiment which is to create the largest beer tower ever created in one night. The event will take place at my house this weekend, Saturday December 6th at 7pm, entrance fee is 16+ beers. Whilst i cannot offer payment for taking part in this experiment i can ensure that fun times will be had by all and, as its all in the name of science, theres nothing irresponsible about it. If your up for getting involved and being part of history then sign up today. My house isn't a homeless hostel, i can't fill it to the brim. The plan is to drink all of the beers, make the tower then go out and drink booze in a respectable establishment. Let me know before you creep up or else ill get people to beat you down,big people. Holla.

Coming Soon.

Coming soon on DVD, with guest apperances from Boris Johnson. www.sixfiftyseven.co.uk

Career Choices.

The t-shirt design above, mixed with a dash of WWE, washed down with a hint of Carlsberg helped Darren, Johnny, Ed and myself decide our future careers. Like Buddha when he suddenly reached enlightenment after sitting under that tree for so long we all suddenly felt we had found our callings in life. To start with we're going to become wrestlers. Spandex costumes, big guns and loads of shit tattoos. Don't ask why, this WILL be neccessary for the rest of our lives. After this we plan on forming a boyband, not a big aim i know but we need the collateral for future projects. Using our wrestling skills and natural talent we will capture the hearts of the nation, simply DDTing and Peoples Elbowing anybody who stands in our way. We will also be part time ice cream salesmen, this bears no releavnce to our plan we just think it would be fun. After this, using all of our income so far which will roughly be around £4860 million, we will invent the Squidgy Bubble (TM). More to come soon..

Emsworth.

I hadn't got anything filmed in ages so did this just so that i had the right to say i was still a skateboarder. Don't expect no Mike Mo.

Magic.

So the other night after a few too many watered down yet brilliantly cheap beers, i realised that i had lost my phone. I remembered using it to call a friend of mine down Elm Grove so knew i must have dropped it somewhere around there. The next day i got a call from Wightlink saying somebody had found my phone in the ferryport and handed it in. Being nowhere near the ferryport my phone had made an incredible journey that did not seem possible. I came too one of two conclusions, it had been picked up by a dishonest passer by and then karma had made them drop it as well OR it had sprouted legs and walked to the ferryport however got denied access due to not having an indate passport. Needless to say i was amazed i got it back. Magic.

Thoughts.

I sometimes feel like i have too many thoughts going round in my mind wanting too escape, like when you have one pint too many and the next morning its a case of either get to the toilet or shit yourself as that evil pint decides he wants too escape too. Now i've been lucky enough to find a toilet in time but i imagine if i didn't it'd be pretty nasty. I don't even know how thoughts escape when you have too many of them but, on the off chance it would be pretty nasty too, i thought id simply let them escape here.