All Things Must Pass...

Dave: And so, it comes to an end.
The music fades, the dancing stops.
The torrent reduces to but a drip.
The flames are gone, embers remain.

Thomas: Unfortunately, due to unforseen circumstances WeWhoRamble is taking an indefinite break, i.e. neither me nor Dave can be bothered with the blog anymore really. It's quite difficult to think of something witty and clever to write every 2 days and even though the blog is meant for rambles, we still want to uphold a certain standard and we can't really do that if we just write anything.

Dave: So instead of letting WWR die a slow and painful death, we wish to send it away into the setting sun through a great glorious, final collablog.

Farewell WWR, you were a good passer of time, but now your time has passed.

/Dave

Thomas: *sniff* Well said Dave, well said.

We might occasionally post on here though, just not every day. So stay on the lookout cos Dave is determined to make his prediction come true.

We'll be back.



Don't think of this as the end of the end. It's the end of the beginning...maybe...

3 in a row. Just like my press-ups record.

It's the third day of consecutive blogging for me and it's beginning to tell. I'm breaking out in sweats, got the shakes, I'm having hallucinations and all the while I'm thinking about what I'm going to write in my ALL IMPORTANT BLOG!

Clearly this is a lie. The blog is not important enough to devote my undivided attention to but its far too important to be sarcastic about it's importance.

So I promised you a proper ramble today and I shall duly deliver. I will say absolutely nothing of any sort of importance whatsoever and you will be left thinking "why did I read that?" and "I'm going to read it again and tell all my friends about it". Hopefully.

Unfortunately, having only been in this job for less than two months, I'm a rookie. An amateur rambler. I'm like a policeman on his first day on the beat, only it's my 52nd. As such you might think that you think that this website is not for you. But it is. It's for everyone, it's universal, fun for all the family (except the dog because dogs can't read. But you knew that already). Right now we have 6 followers and 1300 page views and I know that Dave and I only account for 2 of those followers and about 900 (a conservative estimate) of those page views. So I know somebody is going to read this. In fact, you are reading this. Which means I'm maybe not the amateur I think I am. Either that or you're really easily amused.

Anyway, I'm all rambled out but here's an exciting video of Obama's Elf.



Have fun with 3 in a row blogs Dave

A Day of Sport

Today was a day of sport for me. And by that I mean I did no sport whatsoever. In fact, I did the total opposite of sport and watched TV for literally most of my day. But at least I was watching sport, which surely counts as a sport, no?

First was Italy v France in the rugby, an exciting game in a completely unexciting way. 8-50 was the score and yet it was a bit of a bore. I made that rhyme up all by myself :)

Then was England v Scotland. We were robbed! That english guy who tackled Thom Evans when he was about to score is a tool. The thoughts of joy and delight that were moments away from becoming a reality were cruelly crushed by his timely intervention.

I hate to admit it really but...England deserved to win. I could of course be happy with the fact that England won cos I'm half-English, but the half-Scot inside me said he would leave if I did that. And he's the half that knows my pin code.

After that, it was the big finale. The crunch match. The decider. Wales v Ireland, the battle, and it was a battle, to see who would be crowned 6 Nations champions. Could Ireland win the Grand Slam for the first time since 1948? Or would Wales snatch Ireland's potential joy from them just as Ugo Monye had done to Thom Evans and the rest of Scotland earlier?

In short, because apparantly "rugby is rubbish" and "nobody likes rugby. Or you for that matter", the game was technically full of mistakes with only glimpses of good rubgy but it was more dramatic than when Dirty Dennis returned from the dead. Wales were 15-14 up, 3 minutes to go when O'Gara succeeds with a drop goal attempt. Then with the clock showing no time left, Wales get a penalty 58m away from the posts. Stephen Jones steps up and absolutely hammers the ball downfield but it falls 6 inches short and Ireland win their first Grand Slam in 60 years. The most tense thing I've ever seen, more twists and turns than B-boy Turbo's latest ever-changing story.

And if you don't like rugby, rugby doesn't like you.

Oh and Murray beat Federer :) But Middlesbrough lost :(

A proper ramble tomorrow I think. Then on Monday it'll be Dave again I think. Sorry about that. And then on Tuesday it'll be Dave again. And Wednesday. And I'm sure he'll put lots of effort into all his posts.

Thomas out

Dave. What is he good for?

It's a good question and to be honest, I've not got much of an answer for it. But let's make a list shall we? As revenge for him leaving me and the blog to fend for ourselves for a whole weekend. Disgraceful.

1. He does the blog with me. Most of the time.

2. He's good for...er...um...funny jokes? Nah, no one will believe that. He's good for losing prediction league I guess.

3. He's good for losing picture challenges too.

4. He's good for making lists about.

And that's all I got really. Although I suppose he's also good for complaining that all my blogs seem to have "an edge" against him and I'm constantly taunting him. But let's face it, he's away for the weekend and I'm left in sole control of the blog for 3 days. What did he think would happen?

This blog-on-a-bus was written whilst I was on a bus. Keep up, fellow ramblers. Honestly.

What's That Coming Over The Hill...

...is it the summer? Is it the summmeerrrrrrr!

"Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows everywhere..."

That's right, as Thomas observed yesterday: it's sunny in Scotland!!
I know what you're thinking,
'Two posts back-to-back, based on the weather? What a rubbish blog!' But seriously, today I was sunbathing...SUNBATHING IN MARCH IN SCOTLAND!

I <3 Global Warming

*Update* I just had a big paragraph in here about the basketball season, but then I accidentally deleted it. And I can't really be bothered typing it all up again. The jist was: basketball is fun, ooo its sunny etc. Oh and I'm away for the weekend so you'll be stuck, I mean privileged, with Thomas 'blogsitting' for the weekend.

Now, Thomas, I've left you pizza in the fridge and you can watch as much tv as you want. Just make sure that the blog gets tucked up into bed before midnight every day and I'll be back before you know it on Monday. If there's an emergency you can reach me on my mobile. Be good and remember, I'm Trusting you Thomas... Don't let me down.

Back on Monday!

/Dave

A Rare Occurrence

A rare occurrence you say!? What could it possibly be!?

I tell you what it is

IT WAS SUNNY TODAY!!! IN SCOTLAND!!!

Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, he's lying, sunny in scotland? Didn't Jean Paul Satre define that as the ultimate paradox on which our entire understanding of the world is based? What's going to happen now that it's happened? A black hole could open in the middle of Loch Ness at any moment! SUPERMAN! SAVE US!

*cough* Ahem.

Don't worry though, normality has resumed, the rain clouds are back for the decade and looking set to make everybody miserable once more.

And with that happy thought...over to you Dave



*UPDATE* I love Dunfermline :D Quite embarrasing for Aberdeen really, they can't beat a first division team at home. Hilarious.

Dave After Dentist

So I went to the Dentist today. And now I'll give you the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth... yeah I think I'm going to hold back from my stand-up career for now...

It was just a check-up and yet I still felt an element of trepidation, climbing the hard, grey, echoing staircase up towards the ultra pure-white door that seemed to grow larger and more menacing with every step. While simultaneously providing a barrier, the door also presented a chance to get far from that place, an opportunity to turn away from the house of pain. No-one had seen me yet, the door made me invisible to those torturers that dwelled behind it and I could just slip away unnoticed, and postpone the agony for another day, another week, year, lifetime.

I half-turned away...and as I glanced back, the pearl gateway seemed to mock me, to laugh at my inhibitions and scorned at my eagerness to flee.
And so, I breathed, deeply.
I faced the door and opened it, an expression of indifference and quiet boredom on my face as I was greeted at the reception:
"David, I presume?"
With barely any hesitation I replied
"Yes..."
And before I knew it, I was whisked into Dental Surgery Room 2, and was staring up at the peeling paper that covered the ceiling above...

The Dentist's Chair.

I thought I had enough time to compose myself, to sit in the waiting room, appearing to flick through a National Geographic while silently psyching myself up to face... what was to come.
I stole a glance at the table next to me, and immediately regretted it as all manner of needle sharp, murderous tools glinted back at me.
My stomach churned, and my hands grasped tightly, the arm-rests that tried to deceive you, presenting it as a place of comfort, not torture.

"Just tilt your head back for me David...a little more.. a little more...and to the right please.... good...now, nice and wide"

The horrible mini-vacuum sucks all the moisture from my mouth, as the dentist collects his deadly tools ready to begin his assault on my molars... I stare up into the bright yellow light that illuminates my mouth, and brace myself.

*90 seconds later*

"Everything seems to be fine David, we'll see you again in 6 months"

:O

...yeah I may have over-hyped it a little, so sue me.

Oh and the video is I think its fair to say an internet phenomenon with over 15 million views or something, called David after Dentist. My experience wasn't quite so funny as his.... oh well

/Dave

Dirty, Lying, Cheating...teachers

They tell you in primary school that teachers are faultless human beings, they can do no wrong. And you, as a small, extremely gullible child, believe this, at least to some extent and it carries through in your life for a while. It's not until you get into senior school that you begin to realise that teachers are actually human and that they have a life outside of school. "As if!", I hear you whippersnappers say, but it's true. And this little story exemplifies the point.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/tees/7947127.stm

Basically, this teacher, one David Flinn, not only invented the death of his girlfriend to get sick leave to go to her funeral, he invented the death of two more! The article says, "Flinn told colleagues that his "girlfriends" had died of Aids, in a car crash and of an unspecified fate in America." What a lying swine!

Not content with just lying about having girlfriends in the first place and then saying they died, oh no, he also "came into school with a walking stick, telling colleagues he had been injured by a car during a hit-and-run incident." and "On another occasion, Flinn appeared at work with his arm bandaged, explaining to staff that he had been given an implant to control his adrenalin levels."! Really quite funny when you think about it. Reminds me of a boy in my year who also has a tendency to, shall we say, exaggerate the truth a little. To the point of lying. Now this "B-boy Turbo", as we shall call him, has claimed previously that his uncle has a ferrari. No wait, his dad's uncle. No wait, his dad's uncle's friend has one. No wait, his dad's uncle's friend's cousin's dog's brother's owner's mother's sister's boyfriend's other girlfriend's other boyfriend has one. Except it's not a ferrari, it's a fiat panda. You get the picture.

Anyway, this pathological liar that is B-boy Turbo is currently claiming that he has something wrong with his face. Passing the opportunity for an easy joke I asked him what it was. He said:

"NOBODY KNOWS! IT'S CRAZY! THE DOCTORS HAVE NO IDEA! I'M A SPECIAL CASE!"

Well at least he wasn't lying about one thing. Further questioning reveals that he apparantly gets facial spasms, is on heavy medication and has to visit the hospital regularly. Of course, he can't actually name any of the doctors that work at the hospital and he doesn't even know where the hospital is.

This may seem trivial to all you but I do have a point. See, this lead to the one of the all time great excuses that mankind has ever known and I would like to share it with you.

One day, I was organising a football game and we were one man short. So, out of desperation, I phoned B-boy Turbo. He said he couldn't play. I said why not. He said, and this is no word of a lie, it was because he was "off his face on drugs" (meaning prescription drugs). By this point I had turned the phone on speaker and all of the gathered people literally fell over from laughing at his ridiculous excuse which we knew for a fact was a lie. But, credit where credit is due, I didn't mind that it was a lie because it was just such a brilliant lie, told with utter sincerity, in the knowledge that all parties involved knew it was a lie. Completely brilliant.

I do feel sorry for both these people though. It's a sad state of affairs when somebody is reduced to coming up with extremely elaborate lies to get attention. Maybe one day B-boy Turbo will find happiness, possibly as an improv raconteur, who knows.

I do have other stories on the soon-to-be infamous B-boy Turbo and they may be shared in time, on another day, in another blog. So for now...

/Thomas

(Stolen from Dave)

Man-Flu

So...

I have man-flu. Not a cold, not the sniffles, not 'feeling a bit peaky' but some masculine man-flu. I'm also using man-tissues, man-paracetomal and some man-soothers.
Sigh, I really hate it when a cold gets to the point where you can't remember what it feels like to be well. Thankfully, that is not quite such a distant memory as yet, and I'm going to POWER THROUGH!... yeah.

In other news, I severely dislike 90210. Like, alot. Like, really alot. Haven't we had enough of so-called 'Teen Issues' shows like the 'One Tree Hill', 'Gossip Girl' and 'The O.C'? And the spoilt-kids-of-LA spot has already been filled by the insipid 'The Hills', has it not?
Sigh, maybe it's just me who can't appreciate the finer arts of watching shows revolving around the lives of elite socialite teenagers living in the nice parts of major cities in America.
But you know what show I AM enjoying?
'How I Met Your Mother' or HIMYM to us fans. Great show, some would say legend-wait for it-dary. (Please someone get that!). I'll go into it in more detail another time.

I've decided to re-read the Harry Potter books (a great idea in the lead-up to exams..), and to try playing the guitar obsessively again. Also, I'm nearly finished day 3 of my new chocolate-free life (well for the next week anyway), in a demonstration of my will-power and desire to keep all my original teeth* into later life.

Hmm, what else is happening in the world?
... I got nothing.
Oh well.
Until next time,

/Dave


*(Almost.. long story)

*Update* Thomas: It's not really a long story. Dave hit himself in the face with a kayak paddle and knocked his tooth out. He made up for it slightly though by using his war wound to curry sympathy with several women. Good man.

Internationally Rubbish

So today I finally went to see The International because I didn't manage to go last week cos I got to the cinema late. Silly me.

It's a difficult film to describe really. Clive "I'm British and I'm angry" Owen plays the main character, who's British and he's angry. He also has a history. Just read his file. The character he plays is Louis Salinger, an Interpol agent who has a a personal vendetta against a bank. Maybe they charged him an overdraft fee. So totally clichéd character then.

Next up is Naomi "I'm in the film because I'm blonde" Watts. Her character is a New York attorney or something, it's not really made clear and you don't really care to be honest. She's got a husband and a kid but you don't care about them either. In fact, you don't really care about anything she says or does in the film. Or ever. In life.

The film begins with two men in a car talking. They say some spy-like stuff, it's all very intruiging. Then one of them starts smoking a cigarette and offers one to the other guy. That did it for me. The film was ruined. I thought it would just be a succession of clichés with a nonsensical plot tying it all together. And it was.

One of the men then gets out of the car and starts walking away. He makes a quick phone call, reels off some espionage clichés and then has a heart attack.

OR DID HE!?

At first glance it appears to be a heart attack, the highly trained coroner even thinks so. But our favourite angry, "I breathe heavily through my nose" Interpol agent knows better and turns over the corpse of his dead friend to find a little hole in the back of his neck. Like the coroner wouldn't look at his back. Although apparantly he didn't.

Now I don't want to spoil the film too much for anyone who was thinking about going to see it but I do want to say this. Don't go and see it, it's rubbish. The characters are dull and predictable, the plot is dull, nosensical and predictable and the only good bit in the film is when they have a big shoot out in a museum. Admittedly it is a good shoot out though. Some good violence, which is always a plus.

1001 Word Apology

So my internet went down last night, router switched off then after that I couldn't connect to it (I blame the evil PCs that rule the world).
So sorry, and as a part of my apology a picture says a thousand words...


but this picture already has a word in it, so make that a thousand and one?

PS
Interesting observations I made at work today include:

1. Every week, at round about 9.30am, at least one person will fail to understand the 5 foot bright red sign above the alcoholic beverages indicating that we cannot sell alcohol before 11, the secondary sign to the right of the tills, the sign on the tills and will still come up with a 6 pack of Carlsberg and a bottle of High Commissioner, leaving me to try and explain.

2. Every week, someone ill-informed and politically unaware, will attempt to explain the Labour Government's role in the credit crunch... in the time it takes for the chip and pin machine to print out a receipt. I tell myself to 'Just smile and nod Dave, laugh occasionally and make agreeing sounds'... it normally works! Especially when they see me telling myself to do that.. you know, they walk away quite fast after that..

3. Every week, someone will personally accost me and inform me that its a penny cheaper in the petrol station 20 miles away, and that its daylight robbery what I'm charging... here's the thing, I don't set the prices.. and really couldn't care less.

4. Every week I wish that time would move forward at the same pace that it does in exams that matter, rather than the oooooooooonnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeee sssssseeeeecccccccoooooonnnnnnddddddd that I have at the petrol station, and vice versa.

5. I'm another day closer to Uni... :)

PPS
That's right! I ended the post on a positive note!!!! Veered away from the moans in a complete U-turn onto Positivity Street... it's a shame this street leads straight onto Moan Lane once again...

Until next time
/Dave

After the battle...

Scene: A battlefield. Dismembered bodies are lying everywhere, several man are clutching the bodies of their fallen comrades, weeping uncontrollably. The stench of death is everywhere. A harrowing fog veils the horizon. An extremely handsome general steps up and surveys the scene while a young private hurries up to him.

Private: Sir! Sir! The results are in!

General Thomas: Oh goody! How did we do?

Private: Well lets see...it says here that we got 2 results right and 1 score! That's 5 points to us!

General Thomas: By jove! That's jolly good! And what about the Evil Enemy?

Private: Dave got 2 results right.

General Thomas: Fantastic! A resounding victory!

Private: But there's more! It also says that Dave posted his predictions after all the games had kicked-off, rendering his predictions null and void!

General Thomas: And to think he thought he could win! Rather hilarious, if I do say so myself. So final league table then?

Private: It looks something like this (pulls out piece of paper with league on it)

Thomas 14

Dave 6

General Thomas: Jolly good! Pizza and punch in the penthouse, chaps?

Predictions

After yesterday, the league table looks like this

Thomas 9
Dave 6


THOMAS

Barcelona 3-0 Lyon, (agg 4-1)
FC Porto 1-1 Atletico Madrid, (agg 3-3)
Man Utd 2-0 Inter Milan, (agg 2-0)
Roma 1-2 Arsenal, (agg 1-3)

DAVE

Barcelona 2-0 Lyon (agg 3-1)
FC Porto 2-1 Atletico Madrid (agg 4-3)
Man Utd 3-1 Inter Milan (agg 3-1)
Roma 1-1 Arsenal (agg 1-2)

The Hoosiers and the Champions League

The title is because I'm worried about Dave. Like the song. See?

Laugh damn you!

Anyway, in all seriousness, what is Dave on about? The Dave Arena? Me being complimentary towards him in an "interview"? There even being an interviewer in the middle of an arena?

The craziest thing, of course, is that he thinks he can win. As if. I've built up an unassailable lead. It may only one point but it's unassailable because he just doesn't have the football knowledge to predict properly I'm afraid.

Also I think the lollipop man on the road near me hates me. He never stops the cars for me. He does it for everybody else but for me he just sits in his chair and sneers at me and chain smokes. I think he spat at me once as well.



PREDICTIONS

THOMAS

Bayern Munich 2-0 Sporting (agg 7-0)
Juventus 1-1 Chelsea (agg 1-2)
Liverpool 2-0 Real Madrid (agg 3-0)
Panathinaikos 3-2 Villarreal (agg 4-3)



DAVE

Bayern Munich 1-0 Sporting (agg 6-0)
Juventus 2-0 Chelsea (agg 2-1)
Liverpool 1-1 Real Madrid (agg 2-1)
Panthanaikos 1-1 Villarreal (agg 2-2, pens Villarreal to go through)

The Return of The Prediction League

*AN ELECTRIC ATMOSPHERE*
*SUDDENLY THE VOLUME LIFTS TO DEAFENING LEVELS*
*DAVE and thomas ENTER THE DAVE ARENA*
*FIREWORKS*
*APPLAUSE*
*Dave and Thomas acknowledge the crowd gathered at the Dave Arena and soak up the atmosphere ahead of this round 2 of the Prediction League*
*First, an interview with Thomas ahead of the upcoming fixtures:

Interviewer: So, Thomas two weeks ago you edged ahead of Dave in the WWR prediction league, do you feel you can keep that form going?

Thomas: Well, it's going to be tough against such an illustrious opponent even to come away with anything from this week's round and I just feel privileged to have got this far. Anything I gain from now is just a bonus.

Interviewer: But Thomas, you must think that you have a chance of overcoming Dave tomorrow evening?

Thomas: Sure, everyone has a chance, and it's always good for some of the lower Predictionists to get a chance to predict here at the home of Predictions, but really I'm just going to enjoy the day out and hope for the best. Maybe one day I'll be back here with some titles under my belt, and ready for a real shot against Dave who I really look up to and acknowle as the Master of Predictions.

Interviewer: Certainly a glowing recommendation by Thomas then Dave, how do you respond to his praise of your achievements?

Dave: *laughs* well some cynics might analyze Thomas' comments as some simple mind games, in an attempt to psyche me out, but I know Thomas and his type too well for that. I accept Thomas' comments with humility and also agree that one day in the future he could rise to this level, I just get the feeling that that day might be a little farther off than many commentators have speculated. There's no point in putting undue pressure on the lad, he's got a bright future ahead of him, perhaps in the lower leagues and while securing the win, I'll try and ensure that he isn't humiliated. No promises though eh Tommy? *laughs and digs Thomas in the ribs*

Interviewer: Well Dave, despite many calling this as a foregone conclusion, there still *laughs* remains the matter of overturning a one point deficit from the first round. What are your plans for tomorrow?

Dave: As you know, I like to keep my cards close to my chest but at the end of the day I think the class of my Predictions will show through. No disrespect to Thomas, he's done fantastically well to get to this stage, but I would be lying if I said that I could see him coming out on top. In terms of what went wrong in the first round, there were some surprising results, great for the fans of course, but they proved a little detrimental to my own point tally. I also was perhaps a little complacent and made some predictions without even checking out injury news *laughs*, those mistakes have been rectified and I'm confident of a big win tomorrow.

Interviewer: Thanks for your time Gentlemen.

Dave: Cheers, and Thomas *grins*... best of luck for tomorrow mate.

*Dave waves to the crowd who cheer madly*

*Thomas waves to the crowd.....

a single cough is heard amongst the sudden silence*

/Dave



Thomas: An interesting insight into the mind of the clearly mentally unhinged Dave there. Either that or he conducted the interview with a body double cos I'm never that modest or polite.

I'm going to laugh so much when I trash him in the predictions. So so much.

Also, Dave, you've got a spelling mistake in that post but I'm not gonna tell you where it is. Bwa ha ha!

5 weeks in

It's been about 5 weeks since we started WWR so I just thought I'd give a little update on how life has changed since then.

Not much.

I'm a teeny-weeny bit busier than I was before cos I've got stuff to write and I've got to make Dave write stuff.

And thanks to the new strings on my guitar, my fingers are much more bleeding. Such a cliche I know but it's not through too much playing, oh no. It's from when I was restringing it. The strings are really sharp at the end and I cut myself on them. Three times. Absolute joke.

Boro were knocked out of the cup today as well. I'm mentally preparing myself for life in the Championship. At least we might win a few games down there.

Here's a cool video. Just cos. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uw15zgMMq9M&feature=related

Don't you dare start a video challenge Dave.

Champs league predos tomoz methinkers. I'm in lead with 6 at the moment but Dave is right behind with 5. Stay tuned for the exciting finale.

Also, we need a forfeit for the loser. We have 6 followers and it's time you made yourselves useful!



And yes, I really did use the word teeny-weeny.

Collablog

Thomas: Today is Dave's day to blog so he had an idea.


Dave says (22:17):collab blog?


Typical.


On a side note, or actually a front note because this is quite a pointless point, which is what this blog is for, I think the words collab blog should be condensed to a new super word.


Collablog.


Agreed? Good.



Dave: It's true. The word 'collablog' is (patent pending) property of WWR inc.

WWR has also taken out a patent on the word 'and', symbols '&' and '+'.

....don't believe us? PROVE US WRONG!

Thomas: Update on facebook, I'm now 1st for "more likely to succeed", "rather hang out with for a day", "better listener", "more loyal", "more creative" and "more likely to do a favor for me". Great success.

Dave: I smell.

Dave (really): I really smell.

Dave: (really really): Thomas, you're ridiculously immature.

Thomas: I smell.

A True Ramble

"Let the words flow from your mind to your hands to your keyboard to the internet without thought for what you are saying" -extract from Way of the Rambler by Ira Mbler

It's a good book. Goes on a bit though.

So this'll be a quick one cos I'm going to go see The International in a minute. Yes, maybe I should wait until after I've seen it to blog, but unfortunately I'm solar powered and need to sleep at night.

I wish Lost would get Lost.

*tumbleweed*

I had a nice chat with an old man at a bus stop today. He's going to Hawaii in 2 weeks. He wants a tan and wants to see the telescopes at Mauna Kea. I told him I was going to be doing a physics degree and he said "I know" and got on the bus. Creepy.

1K hits and 6 followers

I would like to talk numbers for a moment if I may, 01010011011001010111001001101001011011110111010101110011011011
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Right now, that's over with I have a small announcement to make...

I, Dave, being of sound mind and writing of my own free will...

...FREAKING LOVE LOST!!!
Oh my goodness, what an episode, from first to last, yet another masterpiece. However I cannot discuss the intricacies of the plot here, the many questions that remain, the answers that were tantalisingly dangled right in front of our faces, before being snatched away again leaving but a memory, a blurred image burned into our minds before a blinding white flash takes us back...or forward.

I wish not to spoil any Lost episode for any one of the WWR readers, and also don't wish to incur Thomas' wrath by lingering on the show any further.

So onto other news.
Today, it is snowing. I am fed up with snow. Roll on the summer!!! NOW!!!! Also I have nabs. Lots of nabs. I have one tomorrow. I need to start revising. And it's 23:56. So I guess that most of this blog was about Lost.... oh well!

Better post on Saturday, pinky promise.
Over to you Thomas...

Beach Boys and lol at Dave

**Disclaimer: The opinions expressed in this blog post are sensible and well-informed and are in no way indictive of Dave's opinions**

"And if you're here for funnies, check the pic."

How about no? Because that particular challenge is over and I won. Dave clearly failed to post a funny picture in his post on Sunday, ergo (yes, ergo), I win. Challenge is over, no more funnies in this blog!

Here's what happened with my school when I said I wanted to drop some subjects:

Me: Can I drop 2 of my 3 subjects?

THEM!!!: Sure.

Me: Well now that you put it that way, I don't want to drop them! Have it your way!

THEM!!!: Whuh?

My school is just better. It's like that Beach Boys' song Be True to Your School. I'm being true to my school. Cos don't you know it's number 1 in the state...oh wait, no it isn't, it's falling to bits and is, by virtue of a council report, officially unfit for purpose. But the SNP have decided that education isn't that important really. Aren't they just great?

Middlesbrough lost 4-0 today :( but a quick glance at the run-in doesn't look too bad, some wins in crucial games and we can stay up but we've gotta do better.

Speaking of the Beach Boys, in my physics lesson the other day we were talking about waves and vibrations and stuff and everytime the teacher said the word "vibrations", the bit from Good Vibrations played in my head, "I'm picking up good vibrations". And it was said about 90 times. It's a good song but I'll be damned if it wasn't annoying.

What to blog about?

It's late and I've been wondering what to blog about... haven't come up with anything so I'll just let it flow and see what happens. I'll 'ramble', if you will.
(90% of you will now have browsed away)

So I tried to drop a subject at school today. They didn't let me.
Their reasons included:

1. Them: 'You just want less work because you've got 4 unconditionals'
Dave: '....point being?'

2. Them: 'By signing your name on your option form last April, You entered into an agreement to complete the subjects listed on it'
Dave: ' ... so no one in the entire year has changed even one subject during that time? I personally know at least 20 people who have.'
Them: '.... we are unaware of that.'
Dave: ' oh really?'

3. Them: 'Employers in the future are differentiating potential applicants by their ucas points, as people with First honours are 10-a-penny'
Dave: '...I'm sorry, can you repeat that last bit?'

4. Them: 'You already have 6 free periods, we're not giving you any more'
Dave: 'I'm not asking for any more, I'm just asking to do Practical PE, instead of a higher. (clearly not a skive... okay maybe a little).'

5. Them: 'You signed a different contract at the start of the year, stating that you would complete the courses to the best of your ability, and behave in a responsible manner'
Dave: 'HAH, I was off on that day, so didn't sign anything!!!!'
Them: 'Stop being pedantic'
Dave: 'what? In what way am I being pedantic, you're claiming I signed a contract that I didn't sign! In everyday life that's quite serious'
Them: 'That will be all David.'

Not happy, not happy at all.
And I think it's safe to say that my total effort will not be put into achieving this particular higher, so I guess my potential employers will just have to be content with my First Honours.

Roll on Uni'.

And yes, I know this blog isn't particularly funny, I just wanted to vent. Vent over. And if you're here for funnies, check the pic.

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm eating a cake. Yum.

Anyway...

CORPUS CHRISTI HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN DISQUALIFIED!!!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7919830.stm

I wanted Manchester to win anyway tbh. It seems every episode of this series I managed to catch by chance involved Manchester so I'm glad the trophy is now in the hands of the rightful owners.

In other news, Dave's picture wasn't a funny picture.

THEREFORE I WIN THE CHALLENGE!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!!!

In other other news, I think I've found a way to get my rankings up on facebook. Oh yes, that again. It's simple. Create 2 new facebook accounts and add me and the other account as friends on them. Then install the app and continuosly vote for me. Fool-proof.

In other other other news, I was at the Boro game on Saturday and it was awesome. Full stadium, great atmosphere, the crowd were singing crazy songs like "When the Reds go marching in", "Come on Boro" and everyones favourite "Boro Boro Boro Boro Boro Boro Boro Boro Boro!". Liverpool came at us on the attack but the back four held firm, especially Pogatetz and Wheater, the latter of whom was the subject of the song (to the tune of Sloop John B) "He's one of our own, he's one of our own, David Wheater, he's one of our own". Downing and O'Neil were outstanding on the counter attack, particularly Downing with his direct running down the flank.

Anyway, that was really boring just writing that, never mind reading that, so all you need to know is Boro won 2-0, we're staying up and it was a great game.

Have a great day, everybody

I finished eating my cake. :(

CORPUS CHRISTIE TRIMBLE!!!

Well I feel I should devote a post to the enigma that is Gail Trimble. Not because I can't think of anything to talk about... cough.... but because..ehm she's a very important... figure for the.. academic society that I pride myself on being a part of!

The Oxford student almost single-handedly won the 'University Challenge' for Corpus Christi College, winning 2/3rds of her team's total 1235 points.

Since then she has been catapulted into 'fame', has appeared on 'Breakfast', and has had many articles about her appearing in the British press. Mostly the aforementioned articles were full of praise for Miss Trimble, but some were a little disparaging towards the 26-year old, calling her a snob, and that she sneered her way through the quiz-show. Ehm, jealously much?

Personally, I think Gail did amazingly well, and agree with her new nickname of 'The Human Google'. But I think the best thing to come out of this whole affair, is (potentially my new message tone) the excited announcer shouting CORPUS CHRISTIE: TRIMBLE!!

It is inspiring to hear such enthusiasm for University Challenge, even from someone who is paid to watch it. Ringtone available here:
http://alibaabaa.co.uk/article/352

However, Gail could be left tarnished from this entire affair after this:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7917481.stm

Her team-mate Sam Kay had apparently graduated before appearing on the quiz show, and so the team could potentially be disqualified. So yay, for those who are jealous. And boo for the Human Google.

Still at least she had her 15 minutes of fame, and perhaps in the future it'll be GLASGOW: SMITH.... but with my Adv. Maths Prelim result I got last week, then perhaps not..

Also, today is St. David's Day and so I think it should be the law that everyone who is called David should receive a gift from everyone who is not. So gifts can be sent in the post... hint hint.

And for Thomas' information I'm NOT TIRED for this particular evening.

....I'm exhausted.