Since when did this show become a platform for the BBC to peddle it's bullshit shows and for no-talented wasters to whore themselves out for free publicity?

I mean come on, why the fuck am I going to donate money to a charity that is throwing the Doctor Who Christmas Special at me? I gave the spare change I had the other day to a collector for the NSPCC. Good charity, the awareness that they raise doesn't feature embarrassingly-scripted skits from popular shows. Hey did you know that Merlin is a really popular show on Saturdays? Don't forget Hollyoaks now, that's on too. What a great idea, they're paying to watch this anyway, let's show them what they're getting! Here you go you fucking morons; pledge a fiver to charity. Just make sure you stay tuned when we need the cash eh? No-one should allow John fucking Barrowman to disgrace himself on air, or for Tess I-can-fit-my-fist-in-my-mouth Daly to join him in reminding us that Strictly Come Dancing is still on. Disgusting.

I didn't donate last night out of principle. My money for disadvantaged children will still go to the freezing volunteer on the street corner who hasn't lost sight of what charity really is.

Yeah I reckon that's it. I'm fed up with it. I love working there, but I don't want any of the baggage that comes with my job anymore. I'm tired of people being arseholes, I'm tired of drinking so much, I'm tired of being unappreciated and I'm tired of having a crush on every goddam female colleague.

Sod it all, I'm going skating tomorrow, and have a holiday in Milan to look forward to. Get in.

That's right, as of tomorrow, I will be in Switzerland on my holidays! Huzzah! Whoop! Jolly good show!

A whole week of getting plastered and rocking out at Paleo Festival. I'll post a pic or two on here...maybe. I've been looking forward to this for awhile, plenty of bands at Paleo this year that I'm looking forward to seeing!

Alas, I don't know if I'll be able to get on the net much, but I sure hope I do. I'll be working on a storyboard or two regardless for future flash. It's about time I contributed more to the site really.

Oh hellz yeah, a holiday with the chaps! =]

Aka my dad's birthday! He's 50 today, an he's got a pretty decent haul of pressies from me actually. Cologne, Top Gear DVD, Pinot Grigio (white wine yknow) and a bar of soap that says "arseface".

Great big piss up at his local in Surrey. As it's Surrey, this probably means a few old ra-rars hunched over whilst quaffing their gin & tonics, and talking about how many times they've been to the races. I fucking HATE Surrey.

No doubt I'll be off my tits on Guinness & tia maria (try it, it's cracking), and avoiding my step mum. Why avoid her you ask? Because she always rubs me up the wrong way, and she's hoodwinked my old man into marrying her for his moolah (which is pretty much all gone). But I digress, I'm avoiding her because if I told her to go and fuck herself, it'd ruin the fella's birthday. That's a pretty shit thing for a son to do eh?

In other news, I've just hoyed £20 on Venus Williams to win the ladies' singles...although neither of the 'sisters' seem to actually be women. Serena's bound to win in straight sets now.

Reason for ban: I hate the black ones as well, but you don't see me making a parody topic about it do you? ;) - Dry-Ice

Dang. I was rather proud that I hadn't been banned thus far. Oh well. I'll whine about it here. *Shakes fist* Curse you Dry-Ice etc etc.

Anyway now to something more interesting; I got a car today! Ok, it's a 12-year old Citroen, but it goes. Barely done any miles either. I only need it for the summer to drive to training and back so I'm chuffed. Now I might invest in one of those ipod thingies so I can cruise around blaring our Soulja Boi and trying not to look white, just like everybody else who owns a shit car in this town!

Huzzah!

...and I'm pretty convinced I've done the wrong degree. Shit results but I passed the year. I'm really not a linguist it seems.

I'm trying to pack up all my stuff so it can be loaded in the van tomorrow. Can't believe that I won't be living in this house again though. I'm not necessarily sad about it, but there have been a few memories in this place. I won't be sorry to see the back of the people who live here though.

Trouble is I keep procrastinating on the laptop because there's just huge mounds of clothes and random junk everywhere. I just found 3 ready meals from Macaroni Grill in the wardrobe ffs. Lost count of the amount of ring pulls that I keep finding; it doesn't fill me full of confidence regarding my liver...

Boring blog is boring...

http://brockmanson.mybrute.com

Omg he has a pupil?!?

Well since we're not allowed to post birthday threads on the BBS, I'll just be a saddo and post it here. Happy Birthday to me. ='[ Haha it's ok, I'm getting plenty of facebook love and a few texts, including one from my very first girlfriend. Aw. ^^.

So yeah, I'm 20! Geez! That's bloody ridiculous. No longer a teenager! Nope, it's all slippers, comfy chairs and newspapers from here. Maybe I should invest in a tobacco pipe...

Ah but hang on, I'M GOING TO FLORIDA! That's right, dear reader, for I am spending a whopping 4 days in Disney! Oh yes, DISNEY! TJEHFAHKFAIUGHRJA;DAB GFRWP4FF['; ^^.

Yayz I just opened some pressies! I got Dexter Season 2 (DON'T TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS PLEASE), the latest Tess Gerritsen novel and the DVD of Stephen Fry in America! My dad's coming round later with his pressies hopefully. I'm hoping he's got me the Wire, but we'll see. My girlfriend has given me a letter as she couldn't think of what to buy me for my birthday. So she's going to have got me a present by the next time I see her (a fortnight). Poor show that huh?

Well, what else can I say...I went out on friday with some mates for a birthday bash. We went to Reflex, which is an 80's bar! Good golly miss molly it was atemberaubend! This insanely hot lass (despite being 28) gave me a sexy pole dance! Geez. She was nice. But I digress. Heh one of my closest friends flashed me on the webcam too. All in all, what a great birthday weekend!

Woop woop. Thus ends my birthday blog, thankyou for reading!

Love,
Brockles

All sorted, just waiting to sign the contract. I'll actually be living with NORMAL people. Hurray!

Seriously, one of the guys I live with has taken to moving all of my olive oil, soy sauce, chilli sauce and lemon juice from the kitchen worktop, and putting them all on my chair in the living room. I have no idea what his thought process behind this is, but fucking hell it's weird!

lololololol yayz good mood.

In an other news, the grudge match in our league is about to take place. Week after next, it's the Mavs vs the Mavs! 2 teams in the same division. Although we're told that fighting isn't allowed in our league (ice hockey) and you could face a 3-game ban... >D

Cheers.

So I need to sort out some place to live for uni next year. I currently live with 4 others, but we have to move out because one of the girls (who typically is my favourite of the lot) has a work placement so might not need to live here anymore.

The couple who live together in this house want to move to a district right by the uni called Dunkirk. It's the most fucking drab, dirty shithole I've seen in this city. It means I'd have to pay £30 to get to and from ice hockey training, let alone the same again whenever we have a home game! Christ. Also, I'd be really far from my girlfriend, and I don't think she'd visit me as much if I were to move due to the distance.

So basically I've told these two to go fuck themselves and need to find myself a new place to live in my area (Lenton). Easier said than done. I'm putting all my eggs in one basket and seeing if some guys on my course will let me crash at theirs. If they don't want me in then I'm looking at either living with complete randomers or on my own in a shit appartment/room.

It's really stressful and although it seems silly, it all gets to me. If I move to Dunkirk, it's goodbye social life, goodbye exercise and hello to mind-numbing boredom and isolation. Huzzah.

Some other shit is going on but I wanted to whinge about the housing tonight. Argh.

/End peeved off blog post