Say that, there somethings that should never have been said and somethings you should keep hush. It seems I'm terrible at that whole keeping quiet thing. God recognised that and gave me the inability to explain things. I remember from my days in Durrington First School I had this guy, who would turn out to be my best friend, translate for me. His name was Perry, useful fella at the time. Had the innate ability to explain everything and understand me, but you would be able to when you had a lisp which then came back on us as then people wouldn't actually know what he meant either. Anyway...
... Oh balls I forgot my point.
So I went and visited Manchester last weekend, was a lovely evening, ending in the test screening, was actually liked which was always good. Still I don't think I could be in front of the camera. Still, if someone turned around and asked me to play the lead role in a featured film with a salary that was more than the lottery I'd happily be bent over and be ruined!
No seriously though, who wouldn't, minus the latter...
It was nice to be able to get of Preston and not be fearful of waiting too long at a train station for an hour or taking a coach while someone snores next to you or you end up with a family of four chavvy family with parents that are unable to discipline there children without using the F word or the S word + "ing" as their main suffix. But you know I do enjoy the odd travel, especially on trains. You find some very strange and peculiar people. The last journey I took there was a woman with a pink wig, bright blue eye shadow and stupid amount of glitter on her face. Who would have thought Katie Price would take the train.
When I was on the train station looking aimlessly at the signs pointing to the way out, which was actually in front of me, I noticed the amount of police officers (that's right, there were women present too) that were just stood about. Apparently they were there as a normal day. Police at the train station stood there?! I thought they were some kind of welcoming group of workers dressed authoritatively to sing and serenade you as you leave. That would actually be amazing but instead they'd be standing there with one hand on a gun and another ready to push people back s they can stick their gun in your face, shout at you and say "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!!" I know I would if I was given a gun and had some kind of power. Might as make use of it while you can.
They were saying on the deadly 50 or whatever that show was called, that the chameleon was one of these deadly predators. What exactly is so scary, unless they're like ninjas then I'd be terrified. Imagine that, police officers that had the ability of a chameleon. They'd just come out of no where and we'd all be safe :D
Or a Rabbit chameleon! They have brilliant eye sight thanks to all the carrots, with blending abilities they're take over the land!!! Their teeth are stupidly sharp for an animal that only eats vegetable and now they have the ability to stalk the cabbage before lunging in and tearing it to shreds!!! Their moto would actually be Hide and Seek the Leek!!
I just been watching that Philadelphia advert and they were cooking risotto, where the woman actually pronounce it as "rosotto", but the thing is she mentions how if she told her kids they were having leek and rice for dinner...
I'm sorry but why the hell would you separate the whole dish into 2 separate ingredients? AND why mention the vegetable?!?! Just say, we're having a funny chinese meal!!!
We're having rice and leek??? wtf? I'd say that now if my mum told me that!
Speaking of Chinese meals, That Uncle Ben's advert, MY GOD could you be more racist!! Who the hell told them it was a good idea to have chinese people flipping about over sweet and sour rice dish?!?! And why the hell does it show a bunch of Chinese guys as if thy've just come from the flippin circus?!?!?
Personally I'm insulted by that, and they cover it up by using a black guy on the front, its still racist from a black guy!! Just as much as it would be if I called a black guy the N word!!!!
But they like me so I can... well they seem to call me the N word so I assume I can... I could be wrong... I'm slightly afraid to try so I'll stick to calling them sir and madam... just in case.
I've totally lost track of where I was...
Ah the train station at Manchester! So I get off and staring at the police, I don't know about you but when I look about the police, I always feel like doing the Mr Bean thing and pretend I'm a dodgey fella that has something illegal or has some kind of offensive weapon like my face or something. Always wondered what would I do? Run or stand there like a lemming as they come over to tackle me down. that was be awesome!!
Anyway, I get to the Printworks? I think its called, and realise the only thing I recognise is a next store... they are actually everywhere now. It's like the new McDonalds of retail, expensive and you're not really particularly happy once you actually try it. Now next has actually become worse in fact, they've decided people are only allowed 16 hours a week even though they're understaffed and are hiring more people to cover the hours they cut from current staff.
Genius at work there as they're still understaff!!!! They actually lose more customers I swear, I went in about a month ago and saw a group of about 8 women stood wondering about the womens department looking for staff to help with shoes and obviously no one was about, I actually felt the need to help them out and do the job myself. But funny watching them look about like slow motion meerkats. Their heads kind of bobbing about. Think most of them went to River Island after that.
Probably get complaints from Staff of Next if they read this now. "Please hold, you're call is very important to me and you're actually being diverted to a guy who just shouts "I don't give a rats ass" :D
So anyway, from the Print works, I ended up calling Lorna to direct me to the TV21 which was apparently opposite my destination, after a stupid amount of bad signal and the thought that I just repel women with my voice, I ended up at my destination to find more BBC's :D
WOO!!! Go BBCs!!
For those who don't know, it stands for British Born Chinese. Yeah we were thinking of changing althat to EBC just because when we say British to anyone else outside England we get evil stares. European Born Chinese makes us sound more sophisticated, BBC makes us sound ignorant and arrogant. Yeah that's kind of what people stereotype English people as.
Welsh, Scottish and Irish, don't worry you're ok.
Actually no its more of a thing against those from London come to think of it. Foreigners seem to like northerners, just not southerners...hmm... that could be a problem...
Anyway, I got there early anyway and in the back was a small exhibition which featured a few things to were considered art. I've never been the greatest of artistic minds but a machine that was linking pads and pens together so that all you had to do was control one and it would print onto a load of others was a bit odd... since we have printers now-a-days... I might buy one and give them it as a christmas present or something.
You know what I'm getting knackered, I'll finish this another time.
Night guys... It's only 3.43
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