Sadly this was also the one & only time in my life I experimented with hair products, my decision to quit my relationship with the waxy stuff was a wise one of which I'm sure you'll agree. (Enlarge the final snap for a laugh!)
Monday, January 30, 2006
What seems to be the problem officer?
In July 2002 Philo, Sladylad & I joined Gaz in Greece for a spot of island hopping! The following snaps tell not only a graphic tale of those weeks but also serve as a warning for anybody wishing to indulge to highly when on holiday. Let the flick of Philo & Sladylad be a lesson to all!
Sadly this was also the one & only time in my life I experimented with hair products, my decision to quit my relationship with the waxy stuff was a wise one of which I'm sure you'll agree. (Enlarge the final snap for a laugh!)
Sadly this was also the one & only time in my life I experimented with hair products, my decision to quit my relationship with the waxy stuff was a wise one of which I'm sure you'll agree. (Enlarge the final snap for a laugh!)
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Working wounds
I SLASHED my arm with a chisel this week at college. It was a bleeder! It took two, yes 2 plaster to cover it. It's my first proper tool related injury and without sounding to proud it was a goody.
It's amazing how whenever you show off a wound almost everyone (every men) have even better scars and wound stories than you do.
The "oh that's nothing" and "check this one out" stun me! I've had a mixture this week of real horror stories. From the mates of mates to them themselves my poxy chisel wound gash is an ants piss in the ocean. I heard someone lost the entire underside of their hand in a big planing machine. A nutter who had all his fingers cut off with a band saw and due to the lack of medical expertise at the time couldn't have them sawn back on so kept them on their work bench. (God knows how he managed to carry on with his job, mental note - ask how he carried on with his job). Then there were ripping off of finger nails and tips. And the efficient sanding down to the bear bone stories.
The one aspect of a good old cut is that it makes me remember that I'm just skin and muscle and sinew and blood and bone and fat. When the first Autopsy programme was on the box last year I had a real revulsion at the thought of seeing a body being cut up.
I don't have any moral problem with this kind of programme being on the TV. I never have any problem with anything on the box, you've got control of what you watch, but for me Professor Gunther von Hagens the creepy German human butcher and dead people being cut up made me feel a little sick.
However when the new series came on a few weeks ago I felt a little compelled to watch it. I seemed to forget what the programme would entail and sat there in anticipation ready to watch my first autopsy.
There were introductions and everything was keep completely scientific and clinical, everything was explained. But when this 90 year old woman was wheeled out and exposed all ridged and grey everything I'd forgotten to remember flooded back. I've never seen a real dead body. I find the whole thought of seeing one quite upsetting. I've never had any inclination to see the bodies of relatives who have died and when this body came onto the screen and the first incision was made my brain shorted. I got as far as the subcutaneous fat and I had to turn over.
I'm sure I'll never watch or attempt to watch an autopsy again, 10 minutes was more that I could handle. I realise that the body is just meat and it gives me a respect for doctors and surgeons how they seemingly have this ability to look at a body as an object to fix.
The way my chisel went into me like a knife through chicken may well have taught me to be a little more careful in the future. I'll make a promise not to jigsaw a finger off or bash a nail into myself. And Jeez you better believe there's no f*cking chance my bodies going to medical research!
It's amazing how whenever you show off a wound almost everyone (every men) have even better scars and wound stories than you do.
The "oh that's nothing" and "check this one out" stun me! I've had a mixture this week of real horror stories. From the mates of mates to them themselves my poxy chisel wound gash is an ants piss in the ocean. I heard someone lost the entire underside of their hand in a big planing machine. A nutter who had all his fingers cut off with a band saw and due to the lack of medical expertise at the time couldn't have them sawn back on so kept them on their work bench. (God knows how he managed to carry on with his job, mental note - ask how he carried on with his job). Then there were ripping off of finger nails and tips. And the efficient sanding down to the bear bone stories.
The one aspect of a good old cut is that it makes me remember that I'm just skin and muscle and sinew and blood and bone and fat. When the first Autopsy programme was on the box last year I had a real revulsion at the thought of seeing a body being cut up.
I don't have any moral problem with this kind of programme being on the TV. I never have any problem with anything on the box, you've got control of what you watch, but for me Professor Gunther von Hagens the creepy German human butcher and dead people being cut up made me feel a little sick.
However when the new series came on a few weeks ago I felt a little compelled to watch it. I seemed to forget what the programme would entail and sat there in anticipation ready to watch my first autopsy.
There were introductions and everything was keep completely scientific and clinical, everything was explained. But when this 90 year old woman was wheeled out and exposed all ridged and grey everything I'd forgotten to remember flooded back. I've never seen a real dead body. I find the whole thought of seeing one quite upsetting. I've never had any inclination to see the bodies of relatives who have died and when this body came onto the screen and the first incision was made my brain shorted. I got as far as the subcutaneous fat and I had to turn over.
I'm sure I'll never watch or attempt to watch an autopsy again, 10 minutes was more that I could handle. I realise that the body is just meat and it gives me a respect for doctors and surgeons how they seemingly have this ability to look at a body as an object to fix.
The way my chisel went into me like a knife through chicken may well have taught me to be a little more careful in the future. I'll make a promise not to jigsaw a finger off or bash a nail into myself. And Jeez you better believe there's no f*cking chance my bodies going to medical research!
Monday, January 16, 2006
AIR BAND
It was the great SladyLads 25th birthday this weekend and on Saturday he and SladyLass had a wee bite to eat followed by a few (to many) sherberts at our urban loft retreat (flat)!
Peace Out!!
This grand evening included a quite momentous game of Trivia Pursuit, Boys v Girls to which I may unsurprisingly add we Men dominated from start to finish, first pie to last cheese etc etc!!
However the fun had only just begun, not only did Marco and I appreciate the small pleasure of the widget we formed a band which, if we had the time to direct our energy and talent would probably be the best band in the world! I'll let you decide but I'm sure you can see talent when it's looking at you! Holy Smoke, there's music in Slady's fingers!
Peace Out!!This grand evening included a quite momentous game of Trivia Pursuit, Boys v Girls to which I may unsurprisingly add we Men dominated from start to finish, first pie to last cheese etc etc!!
However the fun had only just begun, not only did Marco and I appreciate the small pleasure of the widget we formed a band which, if we had the time to direct our energy and talent would probably be the best band in the world! I'll let you decide but I'm sure you can see talent when it's looking at you! Holy Smoke, there's music in Slady's fingers!
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Generations
Lil'Billy Weaver made his UK debut appearance this weekend!
Ma Weaver organised a big do to indroduce him to his new family!
From Billy's perspective and from left to right we have Great Great Aunty Olive, Cousin Max, Dad Simon, Aunty Charlotte, Great Granny Johns, Billy Himself, Uncle Richard, 2nd Cousin Helen, Cousin Lucy & last but not least 2nd Cousin Christopher!
Ma Weaver organised a big do to indroduce him to his new family!
From Billy's perspective and from left to right we have Great Great Aunty Olive, Cousin Max, Dad Simon, Aunty Charlotte, Great Granny Johns, Billy Himself, Uncle Richard, 2nd Cousin Helen, Cousin Lucy & last but not least 2nd Cousin Christopher!
Friday, January 06, 2006
iya playin out???
Was the most used phrase of our childhoods! This stopped when I was about 12 for something a little more gruntish!
Age however doesn't stop boys "playin out"!
I've scanned a few snaps of me & the boys playin in the Autumn of 2002, these stunts weren't all done on the same day but they were highly wreckless yet polished acts of madness that we couldn't stop ourselves from doing. (not philo though, his bones are made from hoover fluff).
The first were taken down "the streams."
Warming up for the big one!
Leaping Leprechauns Batman...
This was a windy day on Rooley Moor and at Greenbooth.
See how many flicks Peggy the Dog sneaks onto!
TAXED!
Age however doesn't stop boys "playin out"!
I've scanned a few snaps of me & the boys playin in the Autumn of 2002, these stunts weren't all done on the same day but they were highly wreckless yet polished acts of madness that we couldn't stop ourselves from doing. (not philo though, his bones are made from hoover fluff).
The first were taken down "the streams."
Warming up for the big one!
Leaping Leprechauns Batman...
This was a windy day on Rooley Moor and at Greenbooth.
See how many flicks Peggy the Dog sneaks onto!
TAXED!
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Greenbooth
Gaz, Kel, Sally & I went for a walk the other day to clear the nye cobwebs.
We took a soden stroll up to Greenbooth Reservoir. It was a mirky day but regardless still as beautiful and picturesque as ever.
If you find yourself that way anytime soon beware the suicidal sheep, they're leaping from the cliffs
One or two of the big snaps are courtesy of Philo.
nye
New Years Eve was a hell of a night. Firstly Kathrine arrived home from a year in Oz and hosted a hell of a "Welcome Home/NYE" do!
All was going sensibly (for me at least). Midnight swung around so quickly I'd only managed a few chilled cervezas.
I don't brag about alcohol consumption because it's not clever (and I don't consume much). I also don't condone having a 14 year old mix you your drinks when you're not watching, because "cocktails & dreams" they aint!
By 2:30am I was vomiting so much it felt like I was chundering my own liver!
It's clear from the happy snaps I wasn't alone in the frivolities!
The cold sweats cleared up on Monday afternoon!
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