THIRTEENTWELVE

OK so I worked Freespirit Sat, Sun, Monday, Tuesday, Millets for their stock audit Wednesday and Thursday, working Freespirit today (Friday) and Saturday and then driving for Freespirit to Barnstable, Devon to set up a Just Add Water clearance store untill Thursday, when I drive back.

They're getting us a hire car and I'm taking 2 other guys down with me.

Looking at those directions - the 143 miles on the M5 might be fun - thats like 3 hours on the same road - a concept very new to me. Like I've done a couple of hours on the M6 and I've done bits of the M5 to Pershore, Worchester before, but never 140+ miles on one road.

Now I just gotta pray they dont give me a Ford Ka courtesy car....

Oh and I think that weekend by that lake has set off some sort of weird vertigo in me, or I'm going nuts.

Largly because I keep thinking I can fly. I mean, its like I'm dreaming, but I'm fully awake. Its not for like escape reasons, or anything ghey like that. Its more to get places quicker than walking etc.

Its the same "I can fly feeling" I get when on ships over cold water, the North Sea, Fjords etc. Except I'm getting it nearly all the time and my dreams at night seem to be also consumed by flying.

I havent yet actually tried to fly, like you never know, I might actually be able to haha.

Rationally I know I cant. But like I said, its like weird vertigo from staring at a lake for 3 days solid. Or I'm just going nuts.

I'll let you know when I inherit other "powers"....

On Wednesday I have the pleasure of working at Millets in the Arndale, to help them with their audit.

Scally heaven.

Should be funny, because my piercings really dont conform to Millets dress code and apparently their manager will shit because I have facial piercings; its been recommended to me by my manager to cover my arm piercings lol

but...

He would also feel "safer" if I begin to cover my piercings up in our shop to. Not 'appening mate, I feel safer with them un-covered, espicially if I'm wearing t-shirts, as I partially blame the sweat bands I wore to cover my previous arm piercings for them rejecting faster, due to increased pressure placed upon them.

(but an impending rule change about uniform and jewelry might force some re-think on this..)

Tell em Steve-Dave (check the last para underneith the picture of the buddy christ)

That would be amazing!

I'm going to have serious issues with the alarm clock on my mobile phone.

Its got me up faithfully and disturbed my sleep well. But, it seems, only when I'm not in any deep sleep, ie. when I've set it for 7:30am to get me up for work when I've got home at like 4:30 am.

This morning I didnt get back at 4:30, I got in around 1:30 and set it for 7:30 to disturb my sleep so I could have "snoozes" till 8. It didnt work, but ss it goes I just woke up at ten to 8 anyways.

So I reset it for 8. As it went off at 8 I turned the alarm off and the little icon for the alarm went off.

I presume that the alarm function beeps and buzzes for a set amount of time before shutting itself off, assuming its role as alarm clock complete. Or, as it stays set for 7:30 does it assume I dont really need to get up and will try again the next day instead?

While flicking around with MSN Messenger on my PC I saw some stuff for "threedegrees".

So I clicked on it and got MSN's info page. I then went to threedegrees.com and thought about getting the lowdown from the 411 section.

Lol the 411, with this street language they iz really reaching out to tha kidz yo'. Thug life and all that shizzle dizzle.

Now I've looked at slang dictionaries and contributed to the Manchester one (although my contribution was never put online, lol "dickin'" *is* a Manchester term!) in the past on this blog; this one made me laugh, "Helping Youth Workers Reach Kids".

Too contrived, it will never work. But I do wonder if they have street talk master classes.

What I didnt know is that 411 in the states is like 192 was here, a number you call for information. So there is method to the madness.

I wonder if when I see some hot chick (haha I'm sophisticated) walking down the street or in a club, am I supposed to go "fuck me, i need the 192 on her" or "shes hot, i need the 118 118 on her yo'" lol

Whats better than Jay and Silent Bob?

Big screen Jay and Silent Bob. The uni projector ended up at my house for a night after the end of year show; so I put it to good use by putting on Dogma in my room.

I didnt actually have the space, so it projected across my room onto the wall above my bed, with the edges going round a corner and over some shelves.

The other big "the fucks that?" on the motorway journeys I've done is the bloody great "the fucks that?" that you can see off the M62 going to Leeds.

I mean this thing looks fucking huge. Like massive, reaching very tall and thin into the sky.

I got a closer look on the M1 once on a trip to Sheffield (i think - or Derby, not sure) on a M62/M1 thing, where you can see this "the fucks that?" for miles and miles.

Well, its Emley Moor's BBC transmitter (lol a land mark of Huddersfeild it seems.

Thats another road trip I dont now have to do, but will, cos I wanna closer look at this bad boy (hahahaha)

So where was I this weekend? The Live 2 Ride wakeboard festival, at Grendon Lakes which is near Northampton.

I set off at 12:30 on Friday and drove to the M6. Where I crawled to the M6 toll, which may as well be called an unrestricted highway, cos the few cars that where on it where pelting down it. Then I hit the M6 and M1, followed a guy in a Volvo T5 with a rader detector, hit the A45 outside Northampton and drove round that to Great Doddington. Where I sat an waited for directions. Nice place, like lush looking, some huge houses and nice cars. And then what looks like a council estate, but with Mercs and Beemers parked out side the houses. Got directions, drove to Grendon Lakes and started putting up the Freespirit tent. Put that up and started unloading and hanging clothes. This went on till midnight.

Got up at 7:45 and started pricing clothes. Stuff, including calling the events area manager a fuck. Watched some wakeboarding, ate some bbq burger, sold some stuff and chatted to Oz from the B'ham shop (big ups dude). Closed up shop at 8, drove about abit looking for food cos we missed the evening bbq. Partied with wakeboard people, danced to wie hours.

Got up at 8, got shop ready. Sat about on chairs watching wakeboarding in sun, sold some stuff. Laughed at Oz riding his BMX into the lake. Several times. Sold some stuff, wondered why our area managers get Mercedes-Benz. Started packing up, realised I was mega sun burnt. Hand braked car on grass, lots. Set off at 8:30 and got home for 11. Face blistered...

The poncho tent people next to us deserve a big ups for having a £60,000 boat with a £12,000 21 speaker 5000 watt stereo in it and for being top guys. Matt, the organiser a big ups for ragging the Just Add Water (now part of the Blacks group) boat for us. Big ups the girls who came and where totally perved on by me and Oz - we're sorry (lol "and I might have to charge you your phone number" - Oz).

Ever since the first time I drove down the M6 towards Birmingham and I noticed a bridge accross the motorway near Stoke-on-Trent I have wanted to know the deal behind it.

The bridge, which is somewhere just south of junction 15 goes accross the motorway, in a foresty area, from some dense trees into some dense trees. Now it looks like a regular motorway bridge, as in, like pretty much any other. But; what interests me is that about half way accross it is a barrier, that looks like something out of Kosovo or summmin.

What I want to know, is why is there a barrier half way across? Why isnt the barrier on the roads leading up to it? And, just what the fuck is up there? I so want to find out.

Googling for it isnt bringing anything up; so one day I'm gonna have to road trip to junction 15 to find out. There must be a story behind it; most likely a boring dull one...

And apparently "It would take 111.01 cans of Pepsi-Cola to kill" me according to PunkassPunk.com (link from G) lol and 124 cans of Coke.

Is that in one go?

It must be - thats like my weekly intake and I'm still here...

13twelve on tour (all a bit last minute though)

Tommorow afternoon I shall be leaving sunny Manc and heading 130 miles away to Northampton, to work for Freespirit at some festival down there; a wake board festival I think, not "Wakestock" but summin else (can't find any details on the net, so no real idea).

Summin to do innit, get paid to drive down south and be at a festival.

But I do have to sleep in a tent.

I'm 22. My backs gonna fucking hurt.

(I will have my car with me, possibly sleep in that - but more importantly, I will have my credit card with me. Hmm. Hotels in Northampton - I'm sure it will count on the "expenses" lol)

I'll be back in town on Monday to present myself at the Bridgewater Hall, no doubt I'll be knackered though.

Its 31 degrees in our design studio at uni.

Thats like 10 degrees to much for me and 25 degrees hotter than my ideal temperature of 6 degrees.

Not written much to here; finished uni, went out lots, um stuff.

Stuff happened, ups and downs (lol being slapped by 2 girls and being accused of being a playa haha).

Currently its too hot. Way too hot. And I sunburt my back.