Tuesday 2 March 2010
lets take this blog one further....
that's right, ladies and gentlefolk, Fraz has reached the Youtubes! Go check out my daily vlogs.... daily!
Saturday 20 February 2010
Sunday 14 February 2010
valentines day....
Yes, that’s right, it’s that dreaded time of year again. Valentines Day is one of those days which you either love it, or hate it. Or, to put it more accurately, you’re either making love, or hating yourself sitting on a couch wrapped in a duvet eating ice cream and flicking through the channels on the T.V., murmuring obscenities every time you see a Thornton’s advert or a clip of a lovey dovey rom-com on channel 4.
Okay, so maybe those generalisations are a bit severe because, personally, I fall into neither category. Don’t get me wrong, I get angry at Thornton’s adverts just a much as the next guy, but that contempt isn’t specific to Valentines Day! In fact, I’m not particularly bothered about it.
Now, don’t start assuming I’m one of those people who will pretend to not like the day because I’ve got no chance in hell in a girl even looking at me, because I’m not. But then again, I’m not one of those people who has ladies hanging off their every word, no matter how sexist that string of words may be. No, it’s the Eternal Kitchen Cleaners who should be worrying about Valentines Day, not us guys!
Think about it. The male gender has already lost its direction on what it means to be a man, well enough without a prissy love fest to worry about! I’ll admit, it has never been acceptable to smell perpetually of B.O. but aftershave? Essentially, it’s just perfume, to make you smell pretty. Like a little girl. Even lynx knows how girlish this sounds, so they try and mask the bad smell of weaning masculinity with awful ad campaigns full of women wanting to each chocolate men, muddy haired cavemen riding buffalo and now a viral internet ‘game’ where a poor soul has to try and score with Keeley Hazel! This isn’t manly! This is pathetic! Every man knows his hotness range and nobody has a hotness range that incorporates Keeley Hazel! Not unless you’ve found a cure for kitty-cat aids, own a fleet of helicopters and burn money on your, supposedly, coal burning fire!
Well that’s it from me. Get lost, im going to the shops to buy some ice-cream.
Okay, so maybe those generalisations are a bit severe because, personally, I fall into neither category. Don’t get me wrong, I get angry at Thornton’s adverts just a much as the next guy, but that contempt isn’t specific to Valentines Day! In fact, I’m not particularly bothered about it.
Now, don’t start assuming I’m one of those people who will pretend to not like the day because I’ve got no chance in hell in a girl even looking at me, because I’m not. But then again, I’m not one of those people who has ladies hanging off their every word, no matter how sexist that string of words may be. No, it’s the Eternal Kitchen Cleaners who should be worrying about Valentines Day, not us guys!
Think about it. The male gender has already lost its direction on what it means to be a man, well enough without a prissy love fest to worry about! I’ll admit, it has never been acceptable to smell perpetually of B.O. but aftershave? Essentially, it’s just perfume, to make you smell pretty. Like a little girl. Even lynx knows how girlish this sounds, so they try and mask the bad smell of weaning masculinity with awful ad campaigns full of women wanting to each chocolate men, muddy haired cavemen riding buffalo and now a viral internet ‘game’ where a poor soul has to try and score with Keeley Hazel! This isn’t manly! This is pathetic! Every man knows his hotness range and nobody has a hotness range that incorporates Keeley Hazel! Not unless you’ve found a cure for kitty-cat aids, own a fleet of helicopters and burn money on your, supposedly, coal burning fire!
Well that’s it from me. Get lost, im going to the shops to buy some ice-cream.
Saturday 2 January 2010
hello twenty10!! but good bye Doctor number10....
david tennant. will ALWAYS be my doctor. he's the only guy who can make french cool.
Monday 21 December 2009
Racing for my freedom....
just a short anecdote to tide you over the festive period because, well, i got nothing else to say really.... go!
The scene, Bold Street in Liverpool city centre (well, kinda of centre now because its not really the hub of Liverpool's cultural showerings, but that's not the point), Me and my good friend Mr Doocey, were dashing about getting last minute presents for Doocey's girl friend. If your surprised by the last sentence, you obviously know doocey....
After buying Maria's gifts, we received a text. 'Maria is going home, now!!'
doocey looks at me.
i look at doocey.
we realise that maria is on the other side of town.
simultaneously we glance back down the road, taking in the swathes of people making their way up the road.
the smallest nod off doocey
the smallest smirk off me.
we ran. FAST.
weaving in an out of the horde of jostling pedestrians, we scooted all the way down the road.
there were two middle age men who, when we ran past made the best starwars pod race style race car noises imaginable. the noise when one speeds past you really fast.
if your a power nerd, youll probably get the the title now.
The scene, Bold Street in Liverpool city centre (well, kinda of centre now because its not really the hub of Liverpool's cultural showerings, but that's not the point), Me and my good friend Mr Doocey, were dashing about getting last minute presents for Doocey's girl friend. If your surprised by the last sentence, you obviously know doocey....
After buying Maria's gifts, we received a text. 'Maria is going home, now!!'
doocey looks at me.
i look at doocey.
we realise that maria is on the other side of town.
simultaneously we glance back down the road, taking in the swathes of people making their way up the road.
the smallest nod off doocey
the smallest smirk off me.
we ran. FAST.
weaving in an out of the horde of jostling pedestrians, we scooted all the way down the road.
there were two middle age men who, when we ran past made the best starwars pod race style race car noises imaginable. the noise when one speeds past you really fast.
if your a power nerd, youll probably get the the title now.
Friday 11 December 2009
The Medicine Of The Mind
There is a majestic beauty in strings.
There is a fascinating wonder about wind.
There is a thundering glory about percussion.
Orchestral music; a timeless homage to endless imagination of our kind encapsulated in the medium of sound. Powerful enough to break a grow man down into tears, instill courage into heart of the fearful and prove the justice behind the words of the righteous.
Its beauty is unsurpassed by nothing else.
Nothing will last longer into our murky future then the twinkling inspiration that is a piano-forte. As the music ebbs and flows, with it your emotions move with it; you can feel so gloriously happy, or so heart wrenching sad whilst under the melodic influence of a euphonious symphony. It is truly one of life's true delights...
There is a fascinating wonder about wind.
There is a thundering glory about percussion.
Orchestral music; a timeless homage to endless imagination of our kind encapsulated in the medium of sound. Powerful enough to break a grow man down into tears, instill courage into heart of the fearful and prove the justice behind the words of the righteous.
Its beauty is unsurpassed by nothing else.
Nothing will last longer into our murky future then the twinkling inspiration that is a piano-forte. As the music ebbs and flows, with it your emotions move with it; you can feel so gloriously happy, or so heart wrenching sad whilst under the melodic influence of a euphonious symphony. It is truly one of life's true delights...
Tuesday 1 December 2009
Vampires to the hulk, this week has had it all....
From Vampires to the hulk, this week has had it all so here's me documenting it for you, my faithful reader. Also, this is probably going to be my new feature; a weekly update, if you will... go!
So i come home today, on the first day of advent, a Tuesday no less, after my first training session in the adult class. Now for those of you who don't know, once a week i go to Ju-Jitsu, but i had been going to the child class for about a month to ease me in. Now in the child classes, i had progressed slightly, and i had nearly reached my first belt; the white belt, but last week i had been told to go to the adult class, due to my lanky six foot fame is too much for the little children (and tbh, my friends with whom i had been going and training with).
I walked in to the building as usual; out of the inky blackness of Liverpool university campus and into the bright light and barrage of noise of the gymnasium which was brimmed with my usual cohorts, all preparing to leave and all surprised and questioning as too why i hadn't joined them. I easily shrugged them off and walked on, slipping of my shoes awkwardly as i went.
In the aftermath of the children class, the adults were bopping, weaving, stretching and mentally reasoning to them selves that getting rid of there beer gut actually was a good idea. All the children left and the adults and me all lined up to begin a vigorous warm up led by the master sensei: a man no louder, or faster or anymore unassuming then the next guy, except he was built like a horse; short and stocky, as strong as a bear but his arms were as supple and agile as a viper which led on too spade like hands and fingers which were long and thick, like ropes. I'm just glad that he's on our side.
Next we where divided in to groups, bigginers and white belts on one mat island, everyone else on the centre mat island. The twenty strong ju-jistu-ers were wittled down to just four in my group, so we divied of again in to pairs. you must realise that size mean everything in ju-jistu and probably in most martial arts, so instead of going with the only other total begunner i went with the guy who was my near my size. That guy being six foot seven. And he's well versed in other martial arts such as kickboxing and judo. This man was caled Mike Bana, and talk about the hulk! Even though he's lanky, he's dangerously strong and if it wasnt for the white belt holding up his trousers i could of sworn he had been doing ju-jistu for half his life, but, as he explained, thats because judo and ju-jitsu are pratically the same up until about blue belt.
Sensei told us that all the white belts would go over their moves, and all the beltless will go over their moves. So the thing about Mike is he's very ***(searches for right word)*** involved (c'mon the guy was wereing a cup for christs sake). What i mean is, he pratises with vigor and all the typical martial-art-style-breathy-noises like 'hudtss' and 'yudtss'. At first i was rather taken aback with his punching overture with the throwing symphony, but pretty soon i was at it too. And i was imitating his vigor and contoled 'fury' because he forces you to raise your game. Its the strangest thing, but i felt like ive got too meet this passion and when i did, i felt so much better and it felt like the moves made alot more sense! He kept on giving me handy little pointers to make the moves it hurt that little bit more as well as exclaiming loudly when i use the moves on him!
So that was today, but at the begining of the week something even more spectacular happened. i watched twilight, of my own free will... And then again the next night... And every night for the next 4 days! and im planning to watch it tonight as well.... But do not stop reading because althought admittedly it is slightly shocking that a man so adverse to love storys would be watching a film which destroys vampires in a sparkly skined sappy pool of dissapointment, but the fact is it helps me sleep. Not that it bores me to sleep, because doing or watching something boring just annoys me to anger, but is makes me all relaxed and warm inside. Now again, dont stop reading on account to my incredablly woman like qualities because ive got an explination. When your sad, a natural thing to do is put a sad song on and you feel cheered up. Well its the same with this; but a god awful film on with actor reading their scripts sounding as awkward as Microsoft Sam, i feel relaxed. But whatever, judge me all you want unrelenting internet, i can take it hehe!
So there we having, enough wittisisms to control your cravings but keep hold of your deceptivly short attenttion spans. Apologies for the constant tautology and over use of metaphors, but i don't see you with a blog. Now begon for now, to facebook or what-have-you, for that is all for today. But please, come back soon!
So i come home today, on the first day of advent, a Tuesday no less, after my first training session in the adult class. Now for those of you who don't know, once a week i go to Ju-Jitsu, but i had been going to the child class for about a month to ease me in. Now in the child classes, i had progressed slightly, and i had nearly reached my first belt; the white belt, but last week i had been told to go to the adult class, due to my lanky six foot fame is too much for the little children (and tbh, my friends with whom i had been going and training with).
I walked in to the building as usual; out of the inky blackness of Liverpool university campus and into the bright light and barrage of noise of the gymnasium which was brimmed with my usual cohorts, all preparing to leave and all surprised and questioning as too why i hadn't joined them. I easily shrugged them off and walked on, slipping of my shoes awkwardly as i went.
In the aftermath of the children class, the adults were bopping, weaving, stretching and mentally reasoning to them selves that getting rid of there beer gut actually was a good idea. All the children left and the adults and me all lined up to begin a vigorous warm up led by the master sensei: a man no louder, or faster or anymore unassuming then the next guy, except he was built like a horse; short and stocky, as strong as a bear but his arms were as supple and agile as a viper which led on too spade like hands and fingers which were long and thick, like ropes. I'm just glad that he's on our side.
Next we where divided in to groups, bigginers and white belts on one mat island, everyone else on the centre mat island. The twenty strong ju-jistu-ers were wittled down to just four in my group, so we divied of again in to pairs. you must realise that size mean everything in ju-jistu and probably in most martial arts, so instead of going with the only other total begunner i went with the guy who was my near my size. That guy being six foot seven. And he's well versed in other martial arts such as kickboxing and judo. This man was caled Mike Bana, and talk about the hulk! Even though he's lanky, he's dangerously strong and if it wasnt for the white belt holding up his trousers i could of sworn he had been doing ju-jistu for half his life, but, as he explained, thats because judo and ju-jitsu are pratically the same up until about blue belt.
Sensei told us that all the white belts would go over their moves, and all the beltless will go over their moves. So the thing about Mike is he's very ***(searches for right word)*** involved (c'mon the guy was wereing a cup for christs sake). What i mean is, he pratises with vigor and all the typical martial-art-style-breathy-noises like 'hudtss' and 'yudtss'. At first i was rather taken aback with his punching overture with the throwing symphony, but pretty soon i was at it too. And i was imitating his vigor and contoled 'fury' because he forces you to raise your game. Its the strangest thing, but i felt like ive got too meet this passion and when i did, i felt so much better and it felt like the moves made alot more sense! He kept on giving me handy little pointers to make the moves it hurt that little bit more as well as exclaiming loudly when i use the moves on him!
So that was today, but at the begining of the week something even more spectacular happened. i watched twilight, of my own free will... And then again the next night... And every night for the next 4 days! and im planning to watch it tonight as well.... But do not stop reading because althought admittedly it is slightly shocking that a man so adverse to love storys would be watching a film which destroys vampires in a sparkly skined sappy pool of dissapointment, but the fact is it helps me sleep. Not that it bores me to sleep, because doing or watching something boring just annoys me to anger, but is makes me all relaxed and warm inside. Now again, dont stop reading on account to my incredablly woman like qualities because ive got an explination. When your sad, a natural thing to do is put a sad song on and you feel cheered up. Well its the same with this; but a god awful film on with actor reading their scripts sounding as awkward as Microsoft Sam, i feel relaxed. But whatever, judge me all you want unrelenting internet, i can take it hehe!
So there we having, enough wittisisms to control your cravings but keep hold of your deceptivly short attenttion spans. Apologies for the constant tautology and over use of metaphors, but i don't see you with a blog. Now begon for now, to facebook or what-have-you, for that is all for today. But please, come back soon!
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