Scott’s blog
Musings on a world I am no longer sure about
I (L) Mark Thomas
As responsible citizens, we have to choose between public rights and public protection, which is why I propose that anyone who looks like Hazel Blears, the Home Office minister, should be stopped and searched by the police. Some innocent people may be caught in the net but we can’t risk her launching further attacks upon our liberties. I also believe we should forcibly attempt to remove the wasp or bee that she appears to be chewing. My other fantastic plan is to run scientific experiments to test the logic of some of our more popular expressions. For example: “Britain is full up - we can’t have any more people coming in.” Those who believe that will be placed in the middle of Dartmoor with no phone, money or survival kit and told: “Seek help from the first person you encounter.” Another example is: “Guns don’t kill people; people do.” Those who believe that statement will be divided into two groups. One will be attacked by people wielding AK-47s and the second by people wielding other people, like clubs, in an aggressive manner. The survival ratio should give us a pretty good clue as to the truth of the original statement. If guns don’t kill people, why does the Ministry of Defence give them to the army? Surely, we’d be better off arming our troops with jellyfish and catapults. At least that way our boys could cause a nasty sting. And given a good bit of elastic they could cover 50, maybe 60, metres. Mark Thomas writing for some awful rag or other...
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Cor. Long weekend without even being one 
+Friday+ I decided - after a fab day at work - I should fall off the wagon a bit accidentally on purpose - for one night only.
Met ref:James @ Retro (ref:Adam was meant to come too, but James couldn’t get him to wake up properly - lazy fucker). SpiritusMundiSpit was working as was zzzp so we kindly informed them both of their attendance at the White Swan later and then fucked off there. Tried to get GarD and JohnP to come, but alas, they were in Norwich with the twins.
Went via Iceland for beer. Yum.
Got home, scraped Adam off the sofa and put him in something fashionable and then (cunningly) arrived at the Swan at just before 10 to obtain free entry to Pam Ann. Ooer.
Chatted to Rob (boxx) and Rob (spiritusmundispit) about stuff. Drank a smidgin too much. James and Adam vanished in an attempt to schmooze Pam Ann (she’d seen Adam naked the week before and he bizarrely thought that this might make her like him for some wrongheaded reason (*cackle*).
I’m listening to a random song with the line “spread your precious love over me”. Dirty.
Adam and James arrived back after the show - “I don’t think she liked me but she thought James was fab”...
I promptly realised I had had too much and staggered home via kebab/french bread/hot wings which I then proceeded to pass out into.
Woken on Saturday by Adam getting in at about 10:30 - having spent the night at some random lesbian’s house getting stoned and having baps waved at him. Was at that point I noticed James wasn’t there either - he turned up a bit later with tales of naughty huggie trying to perve at him and (unsurprisingly) not getting anywhere. *cackle* - he’d stayed at theirs...
James went to lunch and I took Adam clothes shopping for kicks. Bought me lots of new stuff he wanted. Hah!
Texted my brother as it was his birthday. He replied with “It’s next week mate”. So I phoned mum to tell her that her son had gone mad (not quite sure at this point which son ) to hear him cackling in the background. He invited me to stay in the hotel again, so I think I shall be taking Adam and quite possibly James on a trip to Birmingham at some point soon...
Did perverse things to Libby to make her run faster with a 20gig HDD and dual booting Windows and Slackware. It’s all a bit slow but useable none the less Java chat is comically slow 
Stayed in Sat night. Too knackered. Had pizza and telly.
Sunday I was up earlyish, playing online, chatting to people, fiddling with bits of Libby and Lazarus (Any Heinlein fans sensing a theme here? )
Got them all fixed. Tried on new clothes. Played with the idea of deleting huge amounts of shit from Pixel. Managed to defrag and gain about 20 gig, so maybe I’ll not need to buy the huge SATA drives quite yet Kinda fortunate as I’ve spent waaaay too much already this month.
Cor. I’ve spent £400 this weekend. Woops.
OK, a chunk of that was on clothes (of which I got two items for £0.02 each as the lovely old dear who served me failed entirely to be able to type on a till ) but still. Must stop leaking money quite as much. Or get paid more. Or win the lottery. Or make Adam pay some buggery rent *cackle*
Decided as I was bored of watching the two of them on gaydar that I’d take us out to lunch at Chilis in Canary Wharf (as they didn’t like the idea of pizza or sushi.) Food was surprisingly good considering the interesting reading that link makes. Maybe that’s why it was so quiet...had 1lb of hotwings, steak, Adam had steak too and James had something chickeny (fnarr) and beer. I swear he lives on beer and doesn’t require food at all.
Left there and decided to walk home as it was pretty. Wandered around looking at gorgeous houseythings and flats and stuff and plotted how to become immensely rich so we could buy some. Sadly I failed to win the lottery so I gu