Paul Muad'dib is happy
A weekend a bloody long time ago I got a new stereo.
I got it for 30p. Here's a close-up of it.
Update: Johnny broke it. He put 40 amp fuse wire in one of the fuse things and it started a small fire. Isn't he silly! Bloody idiot.
More reasons to be happy!
Over recent times, I've tried to do something constructive. Unfortunately, nothing good has come of my intentions, and something bad has. After a conversation (yes, in a pub) with some mates I started to create The Club. This hideous vision has started to become a reality, virtually, with the aid of a few cunningly fiddled fotos I obtained through a variety of means. Anyway, without further pissing about, let me show you to the front entrance of The Club.
After I ran out of creative ways of messing with things to get them into The Club, I thought i'd create a small altar to the memory of the Voodoo Lounge. Not brilliant, and yes, you have to click on my face at one point in order to get to some of it. You know you want to really anyway. I think it might start with some crazy bird called Louise, but it gets better! Here you go.
Times have changed since the days of The Club and The Voodoo Lounge. I'm plagued by peculiar spirits who have me doing their bidding. American birds, no less. I know - i should have known better than to talk to Americans. Still, more by luck than judgement I ended up with some nice ones.
I mostly drink and study Medicine. And get bored. And I do this. But you can't see what this is - you'll just have to take my word for it not being rude, okay?
Actually it was. He he!
My age varies frequently, I normally have ginger hair and have recently been observed to be a bit short. I worry about my future in medicine because I'm clearly not working hard enough, or I wouldn't have time to do this, would I? Anyway, I'm named after a character in a book (isn't everyone?). Oh, and I'm not really called muad'dib - I just use that because its slightly less common than Paul so I don't have to put a number after my name on the internet.
I'm no longer so interested in drinking having recently partaken in the circle line pub crawl (non-Londoners and stupid people - this is a pub crawl round the circle line, and that's as much explanation as you're getting). I'm considering eating, but only foods of a sedate colour; chiefly white and yellow; but with a dash of ketchup. Recently I have been trying to kick this monochromic diet and move on to the exciting world of vegetables. With this in mind I bought some broccoli. And I ate it. That showed you.
In interested in swimming now, and may, on occasion, actually do it. Not too often though. And if you mess with me, I'll kick your arse in style because I do a bit of martial arts (NB: this is an exaggeration).
I have a family. I'm the second youngest in my family. And probably the most bored. Though that is all likely to change soon, as exciting stuff is doubtless impending!!!
My friends are mostly human. Apart from Johnny, who's Cornish (I include a link to a Cornish medical journal because you'll get ill if you visit Cornwall - it's the radiation).
A story about frogs. I must admit, I didn't actually write this and nor did any of my friends, and I haven't got round to reading it yet either. But I'm sure it's very good. Especially the bit with the frogs.
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