farmville and Tokyo year zero

Of late I have been playing farmville on facebook. I am trying to wean myself off it but it is hard. It seemed the perfect little thing to play around with while being on msn or checking my emails. Then soon I was racing home from picking up my brother in order to harvest my crops. I am currently level twelve :(.

Also just finished reading Tokyo Year Zero by David Peace. I saw the red riding series on channel four so thought I would read something of his. I thought it was well worth reading. You never know which of the characters are good or bad or where it is going.

proof of eating the cake

Here is me eating the cake I told you about, so as to prove I didn't just throw it in the bin when no-one was looking. I am even wearing my lonsdale top to look more like a chav while eating it. I am not sure why they made the car pink. I assure you my car is not pink but is purple/blue/lavender or something. Of the three people in the car only one appears normal. One is cross eyed and one has big eyes and looks as if they are on drugs. I think the normal one must be me. Also I must point out that I am NOT 33. If anyone says this again I may headbutt them.

rolling down sand dunes and a very special cake

Last weekend had some moments to write about which included: someone hanging onto a overhanging tree then falling off and hitting their head; a couple of people getting completely soaked wrestling in the sea; and cake trays being used as dangerous frizbees. It also had me rolling down a sand dune and being taught to cook spagetti bolognese. I am not sure which of all these moments was the most scary. Possibly the last one, when the cutting onions made me start to cry.

This week saw my friends come down to visit me in Torquay and probably keeping people in the Travelodge very annoyed and awake all night. We went to Trago Mills on the saturday and down on Torquay seafront to play pitch and putt on the sunday. And there was also a lot of drinking too. As well as a very special cake which I shall photograph soon to prove I actually did eat it rather than dump in the bin when no-one was looking.

miny sloths and pebbles that taste of calpol

This friday I ate a lovely curry made by Sarah Owen.
I met Heather's sister Rachel who in combination with Heather is going to make life very interesting in the future I feel.
I watched Rachel and Heather give themsleves bruises in strange places from trying to fly.
I ate some chocolate muffins.
I watched ice-age two for its amazing miny Sloths, and also Marie Antoinette among a couple of films.
I got very cold quite a lot.
I visited Minehead where I ate a pebble that tasted of calpol.
I helped Sarah win a bouncy ball in an amusement arcade.
I visited Sarah's family farm where I learnt she used to be able to play the clarinet.

Badminton class

I am getting a little fitter ready for next summer. I have been doing some swimming each week with my mate Scott. And have also been going to a Badminton evening class at my old School which has been fun. The people were a mixed bunch to say the least, and it was good to meet some different people. I was a little dissapointed that Sebastian the bloke who hadnt 'played Badminton but had thrown stones at birds' didnt come back this second week. This week was a lot more competitive. We were taught a lot about returning serve, and I realised just how much I had to learn. First week I didnt really try becuase I didnt want to hit it hard at the women and be mean. Next week I am going to up my game and see if I can hit them in the head with the shuttlecock like I used to do when playing with my Aunty and her friends. Badminton changes a person.

The roast

I shall begin by correcting my last post. The plastic bottle which was thrown at the Wind Turbine was infact filled with orange squash. Happy now Heather? This friday I was if anything more drunk than last week, and although I woke up feeling no guilt, regret or shame, as memories started randomly popping into my mind this soon changed. Even worse is the fact I still dont remember some stuff. For instance I still don't know why I was slapped in the face, or the conversation about peanut butter, but I do now vaguely recall throwing crisps down someones bum cleavage. The best thing about the weekend was definately the roast, which was so good I don't think I said one word while I was eating it. Thank you Sarah, thank you Heather. It was well worth getting whipped with towels for.