She's a south shore girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the late-night bus goin' to Homebase
he's a Cleveleys boy
raised near the co-op in Thornton
He took the late-night bus goin' to Homebase
A paint pot in isle six
Would colour-coordinate well with that kitchen from Wikes
For a tenner they can paint the house
It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers fighting
Up and down the Gardener's yard
Their shadows searching in the night
Homebase people
Living just to find emulsion
Hiding somewhere in the night
Working hard for my paint refill
We're after Dulux daffodil
Payin' anything to paint the hall
just one more time
Some paint we'll take and some paint we'll leave
colour coordinated with the help of a Homebase employee called Steve.
The home-improvement never ends
it goes on and on and on and on
Strangers fighting
Up and down the Gardener's yard
Their shadows searching in the night
Homebase people
Living just to find emulsion
Hiding somewhere in the night
(awesome instrumental)
Don't stop retrievin'
the equipment for your textured ceiling
Homebase peo-o-ople
Don't stop recievin'
paint so cheap you'll think you're thieving
Homebase peo-o-ople
Don't stop revealing'
perfect walls that keep exceeding
Homebase peo-o-ople
Don't stop revealin'
Homebase people
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Emergency, Call 911 - She's Pissed Off At Everyone
If you do not own a copy of The Young and the Hopeless by Good Charlotte, shame on you!
It has to be their best album to date, and I've just realised that it isn't on Spotify U_U
Okay - so I've got no idea as to exactly what is wrong with our homehub right now, because there's generally always something wrong with the damned thing. At the moment, I'm displaying tweets, booths and emails from last night - nothing from today yet. Normally by now I'd have at least 5 emails - 3 from Astrology.com T_T - and at the moment I have nothing. I honestly cannot stand Dolphinholme. The lack of signal seems to be fucking with my phone a bit too.
In other news - my camera, the gorgeous and beautiful Taylor, is dead. I can't get it to work at all, and I don't think there's much point in doing a lot with him - he's already lasted me seven years, I think it may be time to put him down. So, my question to you, my children, is where do we go from here? I'm on a budget of £50, because a vicar's income is surprisingly little, so no pretty DSLRs for me - I just want something that takes pictures. Here's a couple of super fun links for you all (all two of you!) --
This is just incredible. You don't know how much I want this -
http://www.amazon.co.uk/HELLO-Digital-Camera-Hello-Kitty/dp/B002IGK1WQ/ref=pd_sim_sbs_ce_4
This one seems pretty brill for the money -
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vivitar-iTwist-Megapixel-Digital-Camera/dp/B003KJ0CC4/ref=sr_1_210?ie=UTF8&s=electronics&qid=1282737217&sr=1-210
And this one is just a nice colour :) -
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vivitar-Vivicam-Megapixel-Digital-Camera/dp/B003OWDSMS/ref=sr_1_116?ie=UTF8&s=electronics&qid=1282909003&sr=1-116
That's it for cameras... I can't stand to trawl through Amazon for that long.
So - I shall leave you with a query.
How many times, within one verse of a song, should one rhyme "eyes" with "eyes"?
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When I see her eyes look into my eyes then I realised that she could see inside my head - So I close my eyes thinking that I could hide...
Answer: A few too many.
It has to be their best album to date, and I've just realised that it isn't on Spotify U_U
Okay - so I've got no idea as to exactly what is wrong with our homehub right now, because there's generally always something wrong with the damned thing. At the moment, I'm displaying tweets, booths and emails from last night - nothing from today yet. Normally by now I'd have at least 5 emails - 3 from Astrology.com T_T - and at the moment I have nothing. I honestly cannot stand Dolphinholme. The lack of signal seems to be fucking with my phone a bit too.
In other news - my camera, the gorgeous and beautiful Taylor, is dead. I can't get it to work at all, and I don't think there's much point in doing a lot with him - he's already lasted me seven years, I think it may be time to put him down. So, my question to you, my children, is where do we go from here? I'm on a budget of £50, because a vicar's income is surprisingly little, so no pretty DSLRs for me - I just want something that takes pictures. Here's a couple of super fun links for you all (all two of you!) --
This is just incredible. You don't know how much I want this -
http://www.amazon.co.uk/HELLO-Digital-Camera-Hello-Kitty/dp/B002IGK1WQ/ref=pd_sim_sbs_ce_4
This one seems pretty brill for the money -
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vivitar-iTwist-Megapixel-Digital-Camera/dp/B003KJ0CC4/ref=sr_1_210?ie=UTF8&s=electronics&qid=1282737217&sr=1-210
And this one is just a nice colour :) -
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vivitar-Vivicam-Megapixel-Digital-Camera/dp/B003OWDSMS/ref=sr_1_116?ie=UTF8&s=electronics&qid=1282909003&sr=1-116
That's it for cameras... I can't stand to trawl through Amazon for that long.
So - I shall leave you with a query.
How many times, within one verse of a song, should one rhyme "eyes" with "eyes"?
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http://ifitmattersatall.blogspot.com
http://dailybooth.com/rigrog
When I see her eyes look into my eyes then I realised that she could see inside my head - So I close my eyes thinking that I could hide...
Answer: A few too many.
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Hilarious Primary School Memories
Having gone to Poulton C of E, we were made to sing Jesus songs in assembly. A particular one always used to make me giggle. It was 'We have a King who rides a donkey'. Basically, it was to the tune of 'what do you do with a drunken sailor,' which, to be honest, only invites the sort of tomfoolery that I'm going to talk about. So this song went:
I'm sorry, but that only encourages kids like me to deviate slightly from the words. It doesn't take much of an imagination to change the above into the below:
God I had spare time on my hands as a child.
On a similar note, I'm trying to rewite 'Don't stop believing' about Blackpool-based DIY...
Hmm I'm not sure it's going all that well...comments/help would be welcome.
We have a King who rides a donkey,
We have a King who rides a donkey,
We have a King who rides a donkey,
And his name is Jesus,
Sing sing loud hosannas,
Sing sing loud hosannas,
Sing sing loud hosannas,
And his name is Jesus.
I'm sorry, but that only encourages kids like me to deviate slightly from the words. It doesn't take much of an imagination to change the above into the below:
We have a King who rides a donkey,
We have a King who rides a donkey,
We have a King who rides a donkey,
And his name is Jesus,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
And his name is Jesus.
God I had spare time on my hands as a child.
On a similar note, I'm trying to rewite 'Don't stop believing' about Blackpool-based DIY...
She's a south shore girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the late-night bus goin' to Homebase
he's a Cleveleys boy
raised near the co-op in Thornton
He took the late-night bus goin' to Homebase
A paint pot in isle six
Would colour-coordinate well with that kitchen from Wikes
For a tenner they can paint the house
It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers fighting
Up and down the gardner's yard
Their shadows searching in the night
Homebase people
Living just to find emulsion
Hiding somewhere in the night
Hmm I'm not sure it's going all that well...comments/help would be welcome.
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
And You'll Never Know, Never Get It Right
13 posts to 100
- well, 12 after this.
I decided to go through and delete every draft, seeing as they aren't visible.
For the 100th post, we should probably do half a post each. Although, let's face it, we're not really organised enough for that to work out.
I've just been watching The Matrix Revolutions - shock horror, the trilogy is actually one of my favourites, and it isn't anything to do with Keanu Reeves... - and the tuneage during the credits took me right back to year seven. A few of us entered a choreography competition with the cultural influence of greek mythology, and we did it to that music.
Good times...
So, anyway - there was this brilliant line about Love being a word, rather than an emotion, and it's the feelings that are tied to it, rather than the word itself that means something...
Hah - read my previous rant regarding the overuse of the term, and the commercialisation of it, and you'll understand my reasoning when I say that I find that definition absolutely perfect.
In other news, I'm hoping to buy a webcam at some point in the near future that is mac compatible - so hopefully we'll get a few more illustrated posts going on, and on Ky's request, I will finally post a few photographs of my incredible walls of brilliance that I've been working on for the past few months.
Yes, that's right - I've got so little to blog about that I now take requests!
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http://ifitmattersatall.blogspot.com
http://dailybooth.com/rigrog
- A x
- well, 12 after this.
I decided to go through and delete every draft, seeing as they aren't visible.
For the 100th post, we should probably do half a post each. Although, let's face it, we're not really organised enough for that to work out.
I've just been watching The Matrix Revolutions - shock horror, the trilogy is actually one of my favourites, and it isn't anything to do with Keanu Reeves... - and the tuneage during the credits took me right back to year seven. A few of us entered a choreography competition with the cultural influence of greek mythology, and we did it to that music.
Good times...
So, anyway - there was this brilliant line about Love being a word, rather than an emotion, and it's the feelings that are tied to it, rather than the word itself that means something...
Hah - read my previous rant regarding the overuse of the term, and the commercialisation of it, and you'll understand my reasoning when I say that I find that definition absolutely perfect.
In other news, I'm hoping to buy a webcam at some point in the near future that is mac compatible - so hopefully we'll get a few more illustrated posts going on, and on Ky's request, I will finally post a few photographs of my incredible walls of brilliance that I've been working on for the past few months.
Yes, that's right - I've got so little to blog about that I now take requests!
http://twitter.com/rigrog
http://ifitmattersatall.blogspot.com
http://dailybooth.com/rigrog
- A x
God I hate some people
The above is my comment upon Wuthering Heights.
On with the rant.
Why do people believe that other people honestly give a shit about them? You have to earn people's respect/care/giving a shit, and chances are, people why THINK everyone cares about what's going on in their lives will not have EARNED people's care. Two words: SELF. ABSORBED.
Why do some people act like total arseholes and then expect people to give a shit when they're having a crisis? Why can't everyone be more like me? I act like a total arsehole, but do not expect everyone to be like: "OHMYGOD BETH IS SLIGHTLY SAD!"
The more perceptive amongst you will know who I'm talking about.
Ahhnnyway, check out the Willy Goblin site when you're free.
We'll be coming up to 100 posts soon, won't we? Let's make the next 100 even better!
Saturday, 21 August 2010
'splozions dun go boom --
Other than that, what do I say about Thursday night?
Well, I'll get back to that after Wednesday... :D
On Wednesday, I went to see Enter Shikari at 53 Degrees in Preston. Have to say - it isn't exactly a brilliant venue. I love the fact that there's two levels to it, but the level for the majority of the crowd is just too small - there isn't enough space for everyone.
Wednesday night began when I was sat on the floor of the station car park in Blackpool with Matt, waiting for Liam. We saw Beth, Katie & James, and Matt shouted "James!" about twenty times.
James didn't hear him.
Then, we got on the train. That was interesting.
And whilst we waited to go inside, we met many wonderful people who were also stood in the "circle of queue". One marker pen seemed to be used by everyone in the queue, and as tradition goes, I wrote on Matt's stomach, which is really quite strange. A slightly drunk girl then told me that I was pretty, which was an ego boost. Oh, and we saw Michael! Then she told me that I look like Hayley Williams. T_T
So, when we got in, Shikari were pretty good, but The King Blues - ohmygod. They were just incredible, and it was brilliant to hear the entire crowd singing along to some really powerful lyrics.
And then someone ripped out my nose stood.
And then when we got out of the gig, someone proved that he had the capacity to be a nice person.
Whatthefuck.
And then a la Gina's - people got very drunk, I didn't get drunk enough, James fell asleep twice before everyone else did, I didn't sleep at all, and my phone got seriously fucked up.
Oh, and we were all put in direct danger by a lantern.
We are just so hardcore, it's untrue.
Bye bye babies - talk soon :)
- A x
Well, I'll get back to that after Wednesday... :D
On Wednesday, I went to see Enter Shikari at 53 Degrees in Preston. Have to say - it isn't exactly a brilliant venue. I love the fact that there's two levels to it, but the level for the majority of the crowd is just too small - there isn't enough space for everyone.
Wednesday night began when I was sat on the floor of the station car park in Blackpool with Matt, waiting for Liam. We saw Beth, Katie & James, and Matt shouted "James!" about twenty times.
James didn't hear him.
Then, we got on the train. That was interesting.
And whilst we waited to go inside, we met many wonderful people who were also stood in the "circle of queue". One marker pen seemed to be used by everyone in the queue, and as tradition goes, I wrote on Matt's stomach, which is really quite strange. A slightly drunk girl then told me that I was pretty, which was an ego boost. Oh, and we saw Michael! Then she told me that I look like Hayley Williams. T_T
So, when we got in, Shikari were pretty good, but The King Blues - ohmygod. They were just incredible, and it was brilliant to hear the entire crowd singing along to some really powerful lyrics.
And then someone ripped out my nose stood.
And then when we got out of the gig, someone proved that he had the capacity to be a nice person.
Whatthefuck.
And then a la Gina's - people got very drunk, I didn't get drunk enough, James fell asleep twice before everyone else did, I didn't sleep at all, and my phone got seriously fucked up.
Oh, and we were all put in direct danger by a lantern.
We are just so hardcore, it's untrue.
Bye bye babies - talk soon :)
- A x
Sunday, 15 August 2010
I'M HOME :D
Hello my lovelies :)
Just thought I'd let you know that I'm back - and I hope to see all three of you very soon. Well, maybe.
Also - is it just me, or an intimate dance on a boat full of tourists not exactly the most romantic scene in a romantic comedy? Just wondering, because I mean, honestly, script writers weren't always as brilliant as they are now. Ha!
Come and see me for jingly bracelets from Camden :)
Loves :)
- A x
Just thought I'd let you know that I'm back - and I hope to see all three of you very soon. Well, maybe.
Also - is it just me, or an intimate dance on a boat full of tourists not exactly the most romantic scene in a romantic comedy? Just wondering, because I mean, honestly, script writers weren't always as brilliant as they are now. Ha!
Come and see me for jingly bracelets from Camden :)
Loves :)
- A x
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Whilst I'm away...
Oh christy - now I tweet AND booth. I'm just that sad.
So, whap yourselves over to
http://dailybooth.com/rigrog
For your daily photograph of me enjoying this beautiful weather (I'm wearing my sunglasses, and I'll be damned if I'm taking them off just because the weather isn't entirely appropriate!)
And heeeere...
http://twitter.com/rigrog
Just because :)
So, I'll see everybody next week ^^
Still haven't got Gina a present, 100% skint, and I need to buy gig tickets.
Hell yes.
- A x
So, whap yourselves over to
http://dailybooth.com/rigrog
For your daily photograph of me enjoying this beautiful weather (I'm wearing my sunglasses, and I'll be damned if I'm taking them off just because the weather isn't entirely appropriate!)
And heeeere...
http://twitter.com/rigrog
Just because :)
So, I'll see everybody next week ^^
Still haven't got Gina a present, 100% skint, and I need to buy gig tickets.
Hell yes.
- A x
Sunday, 8 August 2010
EXCLUSIVE: North Pier is a TIME WARP!
At the airshow in Blackpool today, spectators on North Pier were shocked to see a child from the late 60's/early 70's appear.
Seriously though, this kid was like not from this time! He had a neckerchief, for Christ's sake! What are they doing having North Pier as a platform for various 'gypsies' (seriously, if that woman is a real clairvoyant, then I'm a horse's todger.) when Blackpool could make billions of pounds from the fact that there is a portal to the past slap-bang on the coast-line!
God, imagine all the trendy wine bars it'd bring!
Friday, 6 August 2010
You will fly and you will crawl - god knows even angels fall;;
Honestly - my taste in music has hit rock bottom. I can't even call it a taste anymore. Looking through my iPod, I had a sudden feeling of whatthefuckery.
So, unless something massive happens before I go to Camden for the week, this might be my last blog before I go away - and let's face it, nothing is likely to happen whilst I'm stuck in Dolphinholme. I'm desperately hoping that the house will have wifi, because otherwise the only contact you'll get from me is from internet cafes - and I expect to receive texts to keep me sane, because you all love me, and my sister is determined to spend the entire week around horses.
Agh - fucking bloody... agh, fuck.
I'm cooking tomorrow and I haven't sorted out the bloody shopping list.
Fuck.
So, unless something massive happens before I go to Camden for the week, this might be my last blog before I go away - and let's face it, nothing is likely to happen whilst I'm stuck in Dolphinholme. I'm desperately hoping that the house will have wifi, because otherwise the only contact you'll get from me is from internet cafes - and I expect to receive texts to keep me sane, because you all love me, and my sister is determined to spend the entire week around horses.
Agh - fucking bloody... agh, fuck.
I'm cooking tomorrow and I haven't sorted out the bloody shopping list.
Fuck.
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
And I'm surprised that you've never been told before - that you're lovely, and you're perfect, and that somebody wants you...
Lengthy title there, but I was just watching 10 Things I Hate About You for the second time this week. After seeing it at least once a month for the past 2/3 years, I still haven't pushed myself past the poem at the end - I don't think anybody's ever sat and watched a film like that with me, you know, properly - but I just can't handle them. I'm really much softer than you'd think...
But I keep on watching that film because it has a brilliant soundtrack - and Heath Ledger. The hopelessly romantic bad boy.
Yes please.
I really don't think I'm enjoying Dolphinholme - neither is Kitty.
I was left for two nights, three days whilst everyone popped up to Scotland to see my aunt, and it got quite lonely up here with no transport. Kitty obviously felt it too, as she literally followed me wherever I went, and sat on my feet whenever I stood still. If she couldn't find me, she'd lie in the hall and meow hopelessly until I shouted her name. Oh, we are a pair.
I haven't played my guitar properly in about a month - I'm going to give it a go tomorrow, but at the moment I'm just not feeling it.
I think living in the country has sent me into a downward spiral. When I ordered my mushroom hoodie, and my mum told me that I'd have to stay in on the Wednesday (I ordered it on Monday) in case it arrived - I was completely astounded to hear that something could get to Dolphinholme in such a short amount of time. We're only about fifteen minutes away from Lancaster - you've no idea how much I've had to remind myself of this.
Oh - and I've run out of reading material again. As much as Neil Gaiman is truly a literary genius, I can't read his comics more than three times a week.
So, yes - I'm reading Bridget Jones - The Edge Of Reason. Honestly, I need to get out of this bloody house.
Fuck Dolphinholme and the backwards insulation that we seem to have.
- A x
But I keep on watching that film because it has a brilliant soundtrack - and Heath Ledger. The hopelessly romantic bad boy.
Yes please.
I really don't think I'm enjoying Dolphinholme - neither is Kitty.
I was left for two nights, three days whilst everyone popped up to Scotland to see my aunt, and it got quite lonely up here with no transport. Kitty obviously felt it too, as she literally followed me wherever I went, and sat on my feet whenever I stood still. If she couldn't find me, she'd lie in the hall and meow hopelessly until I shouted her name. Oh, we are a pair.
I haven't played my guitar properly in about a month - I'm going to give it a go tomorrow, but at the moment I'm just not feeling it.
I think living in the country has sent me into a downward spiral. When I ordered my mushroom hoodie, and my mum told me that I'd have to stay in on the Wednesday (I ordered it on Monday) in case it arrived - I was completely astounded to hear that something could get to Dolphinholme in such a short amount of time. We're only about fifteen minutes away from Lancaster - you've no idea how much I've had to remind myself of this.
Oh - and I've run out of reading material again. As much as Neil Gaiman is truly a literary genius, I can't read his comics more than three times a week.
So, yes - I'm reading Bridget Jones - The Edge Of Reason. Honestly, I need to get out of this bloody house.
Fuck Dolphinholme and the backwards insulation that we seem to have.
- A x
THOROUGHLY PISSED AGAIN!
You know what. I'm fucking sick of people. I don't even want to bloody go into it. Some people are so up their own arse that they think everyone totally loves them. I'm not bloody interested in their sad little lives, why don't THEY read MY fucking blog, if they're interested? What the actual hell? They need space? Yeah, space for their big head!
Why don't certain people think before publically putting someone down. Perhaps consider the slightest possiblity that they might have been wrong. OH NO, WAIT! I forgot. They're never wrong, are they?
So you know what, people can just fuck off. They can go back to touching themselves over diarams of single-celled organisms.
In other news...
Arran, where have you been recently? D: The blog looks empty without your McFly lyrics! Come back to us Riggers!
Whatever I said,
Whatever I did,
I didn't mean it,
I just want you back for good.
(Want you back, want you back,)
I JUST WANT YOU BACK FOR GOOD!
Why don't certain people think before publically putting someone down. Perhaps consider the slightest possiblity that they might have been wrong. OH NO, WAIT! I forgot. They're never wrong, are they?
So you know what, people can just fuck off. They can go back to touching themselves over diarams of single-celled organisms.
In other news...
Arran, where have you been recently? D: The blog looks empty without your McFly lyrics! Come back to us Riggers!
Whatever I said,
Whatever I did,
I didn't mean it,
I just want you back for good.
(Want you back, want you back,)
I JUST WANT YOU BACK FOR GOOD!
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
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