I can't wear hats, they make my head look silly.
In more self-conscious moments I convince myself it's because I have a silly shaped head, like a baked bean the size of a football, but in stronger times, if i look in the mirror in a certain angle and a certain light, it seems more likely that my head is in fact the perfect shape for a head, with a face on the front and ears on the side and everything, and that it is hats that are to blame for the breakdown of our aesthetic relationship.
I bet you thought I was never going to use a full stop, I toyed with it, but I'm not that cruel, I know how you like to breathe.
I like this time of year, when the new faces have settled in and started to interact with the old faces. Starts with a bit of dancing, bit of chatting, then there's a shared drink or two, swapping names, phone numbers, sitting down hugs on the floor outside the takeaway, in some cases it ends in sharing a sock draw, in others stumbling around in the morning trying to work out who's socks are who's and what they said their name was, and in many many more it results in simply the words '1 Friend Request' appearing in the top right hand corner.
Forgot about those full stops again, sorry, I'll stop now before I kill someone.
How's your face?
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Promo / Full Moon Beach Party / Event Description
IT'S THE FULL MOON BEACH PARTY FANCY DRESS PROMO!!!
Come in beach wear ready to dance under the moon.
Anything can happen during a full moon, it's a magical time of mystery, romance, witchcraft and being able to see much better in the dark.
FREE GARLANDS ON ENTRY!
First 200 people get a FREE BUCKET OF MOONSHINE COCKTAIL!
Buckets are just £2 all night, with refills at just £1.50
Let's have a look...
In The Venue (Downstairs):
Gaz Maxwell & Fran playing all the best Chart, Dance, RnB & Pop.
In The Club (Upstairs):
DJs Karl Yates & John Crossley setting the room alight with the best cutting edge indie, electro, and dubstep.
plus
LIVE DJ SET FROM FILTHY DUKES!
NUS EARLY BIRD £2.50 X 300 VALID BEFORE 10.30PM
NUS STANDARD ADV £4 - VALID BEFORE 11PM
PUBLIC £6 ADV - VALID BEFORE 11PM
Come in beach wear ready to dance under the moon.
Anything can happen during a full moon, it's a magical time of mystery, romance, witchcraft and being able to see much better in the dark.
FREE GARLANDS ON ENTRY!
First 200 people get a FREE BUCKET OF MOONSHINE COCKTAIL!
Buckets are just £2 all night, with refills at just £1.50
Let's have a look...
In The Venue (Downstairs):
Gaz Maxwell & Fran playing all the best Chart, Dance, RnB & Pop.
In The Club (Upstairs):
DJs Karl Yates & John Crossley setting the room alight with the best cutting edge indie, electro, and dubstep.
plus
LIVE DJ SET FROM FILTHY DUKES!
NUS EARLY BIRD £2.50 X 300 VALID BEFORE 10.30PM
NUS STANDARD ADV £4 - VALID BEFORE 11PM
PUBLIC £6 ADV - VALID BEFORE 11PM
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Where's Mavis? / Captain's Blog 23.09.09
Mavis has seen the face behind facebook this week. Well, not the face, but the name, or a name, a nice name, a name of a real person who works at Facebook. It's funny I should mention names, and Facebook, because this weeks story pretty much revolves around those elements, names and Facebook and Facebook names.
I'll explain*.
For those of you who didn't notice, last Wednesday night only a few hours after I'd uploaded your photos and written the frankly excellent blog the precedes this one, this Facebook page was suddenly, and callously, disabled. It was an upsetting time, I was separated from you, my friends, I had no way of asking how you were, what shoes you were wearing, or if you remembered to shut the fridge door. Sleep was lost and tears were shed.
Mavis is one of the practical people, so I took it on the chin, let the spilled milk be licked up by the cat, and started this page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Preston-United-Kingdom/Wheres-Mavis/141724310317?ref=ts (add it now by the way, y'know, just in case, I can't go to bed not knowing about your fridge door again, it's too much).
Touchingly, a bunch of you saw my plight and did all you could to help. In 6 days, over 700 of you added the page, you wanted to tell me about your fridge doors, this set my mind at ease a little, and again, I thank you.
But as the evidence before you demonstrates, and the introduction to this blog suggests, that was not the end of the saga, so sit a little while longer and I shall reveal.
The Beats of Rage boys, and our own DJ Jammie, made a suggestion, the same suggestion, at separate times. "Talk to Facebook," they said, "they're reasonable people, send them a message."
So we did...
Mavis: Facebook... what gives? I miss my friends.
Facebook: Mavis? Is that really you? Is this really your profile?
M: Yeah mate, any chance I can keep using it?
F: Go on, as it's you, but you gotta tell us your real name, we're tired of calling you Where's, feels a little impersonal, and that apostrophe drives us nuts in the office, it's led to punch ups, real genuine punch ups, one guy nearly lost an eye.
M: Aw man, I never thought, that is one infuriating apostrophe, I can totally understand. My name's Mavis, Mavis Preston.
F: Any relation to Britney Spears' kid? Do you know Britney? Can we meet Britney? She's got this amazing bottom you see, like a football sized ping pong ball covered in marzipan. Mmm, giant marzipan bum...
M: That's not how names work, and you're being a little creepy now to be honest.
F: Ha, yeah, erm, ha ha, yeah, your account is working again now Mavis. I've got to go, sorry for, erm, yeah, sorry. See you around. Bye.
Brilliant, who says writing dialogue is hard. Tarantino has nothing on me, Royale with Cheese my left testicle.
It's good to be back, what have you been up to, what's been going on in your life this week? How's that rash?
Did you close the fridge door?
x
(*You're my Lois Lane.)
I'll explain*.
For those of you who didn't notice, last Wednesday night only a few hours after I'd uploaded your photos and written the frankly excellent blog the precedes this one, this Facebook page was suddenly, and callously, disabled. It was an upsetting time, I was separated from you, my friends, I had no way of asking how you were, what shoes you were wearing, or if you remembered to shut the fridge door. Sleep was lost and tears were shed.
Mavis is one of the practical people, so I took it on the chin, let the spilled milk be licked up by the cat, and started this page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Preston-United-Kingdom/Wheres-Mavis/141724310317?ref=ts (add it now by the way, y'know, just in case, I can't go to bed not knowing about your fridge door again, it's too much).
Touchingly, a bunch of you saw my plight and did all you could to help. In 6 days, over 700 of you added the page, you wanted to tell me about your fridge doors, this set my mind at ease a little, and again, I thank you.
But as the evidence before you demonstrates, and the introduction to this blog suggests, that was not the end of the saga, so sit a little while longer and I shall reveal.
The Beats of Rage boys, and our own DJ Jammie, made a suggestion, the same suggestion, at separate times. "Talk to Facebook," they said, "they're reasonable people, send them a message."
So we did...
Mavis: Facebook... what gives? I miss my friends.
Facebook: Mavis? Is that really you? Is this really your profile?
M: Yeah mate, any chance I can keep using it?
F: Go on, as it's you, but you gotta tell us your real name, we're tired of calling you Where's, feels a little impersonal, and that apostrophe drives us nuts in the office, it's led to punch ups, real genuine punch ups, one guy nearly lost an eye.
M: Aw man, I never thought, that is one infuriating apostrophe, I can totally understand. My name's Mavis, Mavis Preston.
F: Any relation to Britney Spears' kid? Do you know Britney? Can we meet Britney? She's got this amazing bottom you see, like a football sized ping pong ball covered in marzipan. Mmm, giant marzipan bum...
M: That's not how names work, and you're being a little creepy now to be honest.
F: Ha, yeah, erm, ha ha, yeah, your account is working again now Mavis. I've got to go, sorry for, erm, yeah, sorry. See you around. Bye.
Brilliant, who says writing dialogue is hard. Tarantino has nothing on me, Royale with Cheese my left testicle.
It's good to be back, what have you been up to, what's been going on in your life this week? How's that rash?
Did you close the fridge door?
x
(*You're my Lois Lane.)
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