As the 19th Century Danish philsopher Søren Kierkegaard wrote…

“Oblivion is like a pair of scissors, with which one cuts away what is not useful, yet under the utmost attention of memory.”

Drinking to oblivion doesn’t work though. Not that I have tried it of course. I tend to end up a mess. Lol.

So Sunday is here. The blackbird that impersonates car alarms and dial up modems is back in the garden, the boredom of a Godless Sunday has struck me already and I have the hunger, but not the appetite, for a meal.

My Saturday night was alright, but truly bizarre in places. Went everywhere a lot later than intended to avoid getting to Hobbits too early, but despite all our efforts we were a little worried to see so many people wandering BACK to Phoenix from Hobbits as we walked there. On arrival we found several middle aged women line dancing and a man with THE straightest pointy hair style in the western world.

Eventually it turned back from the “Billy Ray Cirus Home For The Elderly” into Hobbits. More and more of the normal faces turned up and all was fun again. While dancing near the end (which came waaaaay too soon), I spotted a face smiling at me and eventually found out it was Ariel. The girl I met the same night I got my first hug from Angel. Awwww. Lol.

And no, I didn’t throw anyone off the balcony, although I really do still want to.!!!

Once more with feeling…

I am going to Hobbits tonight. . It is Alternation, industrial bands, Sheep On Drugs, Caffeine Kill etc, with Hwang, Nat and Merv. I am hoping Angel will be coming too, but we shall see. At least I am not working tomorrow.!!! Fun fun fun.

Woop.

I have never had a hangover like this before. Due to me being drunk last night I omitted to drink any water in Hobbits at all and my head ache when I woke up would have put child birth in to perspective (buuuut we won’t go down that road again, lol). Plus my head is actually making my teeth ache.!! Weird.

Last night started out great, really good fun and finished with me wound up, pissed off and fucking angry. Only this time it wasn’t my fault, it was someone who was 10 sodding miles away winding me up and hurting someone. Keep away from the balcony in Phoenix tonight, fella.!! Way to ruin people’s night.!

I took my new camera out last night and I am afraid this is going to end up as a bit of a photo blog. I have reduced the image size so that Hwang doesn’t bite my head off sometime tonight (unless I ask nicely ).

You all know the routine by now. Bar 4, wait for Sarah and Angel, MY BITCHES, to turn up. Then they were closely preceded by Nat and Merv, DRUNKEN NAT. Gemma and Tina were out with us and Rich moseyed on down too. Gemma wanted me to post an up to date photo of her and so it is DONE. I passed on the forms for work to Angel, so that should be interesting when they get filled in.

Hit Phoenix after that, bumping into TERRI AND KATE on the way. They REALLY do not like having their photos taken, .

Then Hobbits beckoned. Twas a relatively quiet night but I got some good photos of people I don’t tend to take photos of. First off we have ANGEL who was looking amazing. Then SARAH (do we really look related in this photo as well).? I managed to get my first ever photo of HALLY, ok, not first but first decent one. JIM AND GILES got fruity again. Well Jim did, but Giles took it like a man, a drunk man.! MARK decided his arse needed showing off. I HAVE NO IDEA what this is, something to do with Ribena, but Jim had it with him and it seemed happy enough despite losing an antenna. WTF is happening here I don’t know, but I am intending on finding out later.!

Not a bad night, but I am not allowed to post any photos of me and Angel from last night (by heavenly decree, lol), so here is one from LAST FRIDAY instead. *Awaits a text message and a complaint*.

I was a lot more drunk than I thought I was, so much so that I couldn’t dance properly (don’t say it).! Natalie however, needed to be carried by Emma and Angel from Phoenix due to the fact her legs suddenly became awash with VK. TWO BOTTLES is all it took to get her that bad. Worrying. David was out as well, but the photo I took of us makes him look remarkably similar to an ageing queen.!

And off we go again tonight.! If you walk past Senioritas, make sure you look out for falling people.

It is such a nice day outside. But I am soooo not in the mood to move. The first of three days off for me, plus I still get paid for Monday, even though I am not there.!!! Fabulous.

I see that Phil guy has turned down the England manager job. That can only be a good thing. Although it does mean the FA will be getting desperate and end up employing some useless retard who will make an even bigger mess than Graham Taylor did. I wonder if Malcolm Glazer is doing anything over the summer.?

Time to go then, it is lunch time of course. Well, breakfast ish. Brunch then. Lol.

*****LATE NEWS*****

I’ve been thinking (not too much, the head is still a little painful). It revolves around the whole “politicans shagging around” thing. What on EARTH are the women that sleep with them thinking.??!! Look at the list of adulterers… Robin Cook, Prescott, Mellor… Oh god, David Meller. That just makes me cringe when I think about it. That bloody Chelsea shirt and the toe sucking.! How do they do it. Yes I am aware it isn’t just looks that entice people into the lair of the political beast, but bloody hell.! How much shit in your eye do you have to have before John sodding Prescott becomes a nice catch, the man’s a walrus in a suit.

I guess it must be the whole powerful person thing (powerful.??? Prescott.. really.??) but even so it still sends a shudder down my spine when I get that image in my head *boik, retch*.

18.42, I have EIGHT minutes to type this, put my top and coat on and get out the door… and I have soooo much to say, dammit.!

Straight into a gag, Prince Harry was seen earlier with a six year old orphan in a foreign country. Hmmm, that is normally Gary Glitter’s role surely. Hehe. Ok, he was there to start a new charity to help people with AIDS in some African country (I wasn’t totally listening to be honest), and it was all in the name of his mum, Princess Diana. Now that strikes little old Fluffy Bunny as strange… surely his Mum didn’t die as a result of a nasty case of AIDS but a nasty case of concrete pillar.!!!

After the great debate about over paid (and over weight) Radio presenters, I have found and with interest that Chris Moyles is being pissed all over by Radio 4’s “The Now Show”, that great topical comedy programme with Punt and Dennis, in the Podcast stakes. Lovely. Makes the fat bugger look even crapper than he does already.!

Someone was talking about “hot” TV presenters earlier and the name Sarha Beeney came up (her from Property Ladder). She was described as “having an impressive upstairs bay”. Hell yes, I would certainly let her flog my semi.!!!

And finally (because I have ran out of time)…

We DO need an English footy manager. We DON’T need ANOTHER tosser from a foreign country that will turn up and shag all the secretaries in the FA offices. We DON’T have the best time of all time, otherwise we would have bloody won something.!

And now I need to finish getting ready and leg it out the front door.!! Tina where are you.!!!

Oh and I didn’t do much today except break something because it hit me in the head and go shopping for *censored otherwise I will be hurt by a cherub* and it wasn’t even gift wrapped.!

Hehehehe.

Byeeeee

My head hurts and for no reason that I can work out. Except for not going to sleep until late again because I was on the phone and was woken up at 6.30 ish to go to work early. Meh. I hate that, but at least the pay is better, just ask my wage slip.!!

It has been a long day, thanks to that early start. Had a BigMac and fries at 10.30 this morning… not the greatest idea. I know exactly what that guy in Super Size Me must have felt and this was after ONE burger.! Shocking. Plus I ate almost an entire bag of Twiglets (woooow, brand name central today.!) through out the day.

Rant time… *ducks*…

Ok, so Police in Southampton (I think that was right) have banned a middle aged paedophile from going near any schools or playgrounds. The reason.? Because they are quite worried he will reoffend and molest some random child. I am hoping you are now thinking the same thing that I am… Why on earth is he being banned from these places.? Obviously small kids never go anywhere else but only to these places, I mean, you never see children on the beach or in the park or in the High Street shopping with their families.!!! Don’t ban him from those places, stuff him back in prison and melt the key down into an interesting mantlepiece ornament. If they are THAT worried that he will do it again then why risk it. Take him down to the docks and sell him into anal slavery on a big ship full of gay, sweaty sailors from the Ukraine…

Oh and also, that guy that was let out of prison after serving a sentence for murder for which he was turned down for parole FOUR times, how come he was allowed out to fuck a ten year old boy “so he could get help and go back to prison”.??? It is frighening the world we are living in. Just think, back in the early 19th century, the rookeries (a rookery was a slum area, with open sewers, constant crime and up to 12 people crammed into a two roomed house.!) of London and the big cities were full of kids as young as six drinking gin and committing crime. Child prostitution was common, quite often the pimps would be fathers, uncles or brothers. Then today I hear on the radio that a 14 year old boy has been charged with murdering another child.

We are going round in circles I tell you.!!!

Dominion beckons in an hours time, ish. I am being badgered into singing karaoke. Nervous, one is.!! Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, MAYBE I will run screaming down West Street while waving my plonker at anyone who comes near.! Or not.

Well I shall leave it there for today, well probably, lol. Angel is eating a chocolate muffin at work and I am supposed to be entertaining her while she is bored, hehe.

Au Revoir Nutcases.!!!!

Oh joy. Wednesday. My least favourite day of the week. Well it is now, as I am not allowed to take Angel out for our usual curry (grrrr), as I am not meant to be alone with her (maybe I am seen as a threat, lol, hmmm – discuss), but enough about that…

…My day started about 1am when I got off the phone and cuddled down in bed listening to the Rock Show on Radio 1… Imagine my surprise when I had my ears assaulted suddenly by Dragon Force. I cannot get away from that song.!! It’s like RATM’s Killing In The Name Of. Whereever I go, Hobbits, Phoenix, Dominion, even Bar 4, I just cannot get away from it. Lol. Shocking.

So I suppose I had better finish off what I was going to say last night (but ran out of time and missed the bus anyway).

I have been listening to the noon programme on Radio 2. Jeremy Vine plays music and talks to people. Trust me, it is so much nicer than hearing ANOTHER bad R ‘n’ B song on Radio 1, with Jo Whiley going “This is great” to whatever sodding record she has on, be it Trivium, Usher or the sound of a cat being fed into a shredder while someone screams through a toaster in the background. Yesterday Mr Vine was talking to a Rabbi who through a vision one night in his sleep he realised that he had to have 7 wives…

…errr pardon.? A vision…?? You mean to say you fell asleep and in your head you saw a scenario that involved you slipping a length to seven different women. Now I have those (ok not the same as that but you know what I mean (Best blow job ever, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, lol) they are called DREAMS.!! Now dreams happen when you are asleep and they feature random occuring thoughts and stuff like that. A few weeks ago I had a dream about someone’s mum (no I won’t say who’s) but it isn’t like I am going to go jump on the bus and stuff her senseless. Now these seven women are all aged between 27 and 62. He is 46 and all of them have “consumated” their relationships with him. Ewwww.!!!

How stupid are these people.? Not only is he getting his cake and eating it, he is also getting the pork pie, pickle and two cups of tea as well.! He is actually not “offically married” to six of them. Interesting thought though… imagine the uses.. one for the kitchen, one for the cleaning, one for the ironing and the rest for the bedroom.!! Only one HUGE drawback though…

Seven mothers-in-law.! Fuck.!!!!

Nice to see Tony Blair backing the non-resignation of a cabinet member who has made a major fuck up with relation to letting out hundreds of foreign criminals instead of deporting (I prefer the word executing) them.

Worse still, John Prescott has had an affair with his secretary ). I don’t think words can actually express my feelings for this matter. I know who I feel sorry for though. The fiancee of the knob-ee.! Poor bastard. Imagine finding that your girlfriend has been cheating on you (and we have all been there ) and then finding out the person she has been ragging is none other than two jags Prescott. Ewwwwwww. You would have her taken outside and hosed down like a foot and mouth carrier wouldn’t you.! Talk about tainted meat.!

Last night was not too bad, despite Angel’s conspicuous absense. Bar 4, where we were joined by Marie, Claire and Beth, all who had been to London to take part in a cancer research project involving £20 and a speculum (I am not a gynecologist but I will have a bloody good look). I partook of the local ale and managed to get both of my feet, shoes and all, in my mouth for a change, while still sober.! A quick chicken burger, half of Rich’s chips (to whom I vigourously explained about our RSVP being a day late and that I had texted Mike to warn him, only to be reminded that he is in America, dammit) and then Hobbits for an hour (add in SEVERE hiccups and a packet of scampi fries). Rich dropped me off on his way past so it wasn’t too bad at all.

And so to tomorrow. I have to work at 7.15am. Joy. More money I guess, maybe soon Angel will be working with me (as my boss *bites nails and is a little scared* lol).

I shall be back later with the evening’s headlines.
Thank you, this is Fluffy bunny signing off.

*****MORE STUFF*****

I warned you.!!

Elly just sent me a quote about the piano (not the film, just the instrument in general)…
“The piano is a divinely inspired instrument, a mirror held up to its players soul that captures the light and shadow of the performer and reflects them back to the listener”

I prefer my own quote about guitars if I am honest…
“It’s big, long and when you play it, it looks like you’re wanking.”

OH MY GOD.!!! Just look at this. Three lovely new phones from Nokia, the N72, N73 and N93. I am sooo not bothered by the pink N72, but the other two, hubba-hubba-hubba.!! 3.2MP camera’s DVD quality capture on the video system of the N93. Aww man, but I have to wait another year to get them. Sigh.

I wrote this a few days ago. It fits to the middle section of Tool’s Aenema…

Fuck all these liars and Fuck all this mess.
Fuck all these hate ridden fucked up memories.
(Hope You Burn. 8x)
Fuck losing sanity. Fuck all your words.
Fuck stupid things you say and Fuck your innocence.
(Hope You Burn. 8x)
Fuck this relationship from beginning to end.
Fuck all the pain you forced inside my conciousness.
(Hope You Burn. 8x)
Cuz I’m needing some help here
I’m praying for tragedy
I wanna laugh as you feel pain.
I wanna smile as I win now.
Just please keep yourself away.
I wanna see you go falling down.
I wanna see you go falling.
Watch you lose it all one daaaaaaaaaaay.

What do you think… who do you think.?

xxx

Guten tag fair readers. Welcome to the 17th Annual Corn Doll Shagging Charity Event, in aid of of the Chris W Charitable Foundation. Hehe, just kidding, hi Chris, hear you are an avid fan so thought I would give you a wave.!!!

Slowly, very slowly, the weather is increasing in temperature, and I am slowly having to wear less. Yes, just remember when I am in Hobbits dancing like a mad ejit in the middle of July I will be wearing only trousers and a t-shirt (well shoes and socks too) but that is all. I mean, why bother.!! They haven’t made undies that can take the job on..!! WOOF.!!

I finally sent off the RSVP for my good friend Mike and Harriet’s wedding today (I say finally, but considering Rich didn’t drop the damn thing round til Sunday night and the RSVP date was today I didn’t exactly havea lot of time).!! Angel and I are going to the SS Great Britain along with a few good friends and probably an anchor and some rust for what should be a fantastic night. Free bar I think someone mentioned.! They must be nuts. Good job the ship is in dry dock otherwise we might go and take it for a joy ride around the waterways of Bristol. The only draw back is the timing, the day AFTER we return from Download (DOWNLOAD BABY YEEEAH *bangs fists with you*). Luckily it is in the late afternoon so time to recover will be had.! Phew.

Ok I am REALLY Late to go out now, more later I promise.!!!

xxx

The idea of people doing anything for love is a little weird. How one simple feeling can turn someone from a rational sane being into a quivering wreck devoid of a smile or any kind of normal, coherent thought has always struck me as a little scary. Having had people speak to me about “threats” due to lost or unrequited love, worries me greatly. But why do we do it.? What part of our make up affects us so much that being loved becomes a matter of losing one’s mind to achieve it.?

Personally I need the feeling that someone is there for me, not just as in a close friend but as in a partner. I have always hated being single. I still do. Maybe it is the knowledge that there is a person in love with you, just because you are you.

Right, firstly, this won’t mean much to most of you, but my thoughts are with you and your family. Take care and if you need to talk then you know I am here for you.

Now, Prince Harry. He is in the army. With me so far.? Good. He desires to be allowed to fight in the front line of The War Against Terror (yes the initials are TWAT ironically, hehe). The question is, should he be allowed, as one of those in line to the throne, to actually do it.? Opinions on a postcard to the usual address but personally I think he should. Think of the other members of the Royal family who have taken up arms for the Sovereign of our glorious nation and stood firm along with the ordinary man. Prince Andrew flew a transport helicopter (badly) during the Falklands War, during the blitz King George V and his Queen stayed in London instead of legging it to the countryside to show the East End that they would stand firm and even Her Maj drove a truck in the second world war in the WRVS (i think it was them or the WAAFS).

So let him go. The big arguement is this… If he does go then will he become a target of importance for every terrorist in sight.? Will his being there draw fire towards the others in his platoon/regiment/company etc.? It is a fair point but the blame for this can be firmly laid in one direction. That of the press. If they DIDN’T tell the whereabouts of every single person in the world at anyone time then maybe the danger would be greatly reduced.

Onto the subject of my stats page. I have not had so many amusing search terms of late, more due to the fact the way my stats works than anything else. This week I have had the most hits from the search term… TITS. Actually it was the same last week. Is it just me.?

Amusing quotes from the weekend…

No 1. Stew… I am having piano lessons and I am not sure why.
Ian… To improve your fingering.?

No 2. Sarah… I have a shoe full of beer.!
Ian… Might sort out the smell then.!

The new Hobbits 4 album is out now. Just let me know if you require a copy.!! The first one has been sent to my amazing friend Carly. Love you hunny.!! xxx
I think that will do for now. Maybe more later.!!

Torture. Why do we torture ourselves over our past, or over something that we cannot control.? Why do we look back through the mistakes we have made and allow it to feed our self-pity. Self-pity, a lovely feeling, like anger. It makes the adrenalin flow. Makes you feel full and warm. But ultimately will leave you feeling empty and horrible. I could say so much now that would hurt people, would cause breaks in relationships and make people dislike me, but I won’t because it would just be me feeding my own sense of self importance.

So I won’t.

But at least now, the lies have stopped…. haven’t they.??

Anyway… HUGE well done to Mike Jordan, the privateer touring car driver who won in a year old car at today’s BTCC race meeting in Ireland (Mondello Park). Some great racing, and it just goes to prove that someone driving a year old car without a big budget works team behind them, can win at the highest level of UK tin top racing. Plus he is 48.! Nice one.

Oh and well done to the German winning in F1 again. Lol.

It wasn’t a bad weekend. Got a couple of nice photos… ANGEL and SARAH. Aren’t they lovely.?! I could eat them both on a cracker.! Lol.

And a big helloooooo to Ellysia, who was kind enough to add me on her myspace profile. She is lovely, . She also is selling her car, sooo….

***** FOR SALE*****

One red Vauxhall Corsa, 1.2 litre, N reg, 75K on the clock, new battery and exhaust, tax and MOT until January 2007. £900. Sound like a bargain. All enquires please mail me through the contact page.!

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So more photos will appear in a bit (when Sarah finishes her tea and comes back online).

The London marathon was run today. Now I am a huge fan of motorsport. No two ways about it. But, when it comes to the whole “watching people running” thing, I can never see the attraction. For me the basic lure of something like F1 or IRL or CART is the danger element. Knowing that someone is risking their own life to travel at speeds of up to 250mph whilst sitting an inch off the floor and surrounded by petrol (or methanol in the case of the US championships) is a very compelling thing to see. I have harped on before about the deaths in F1, and having recently watched a REALLY bad video of Greg Moore’s fatal in a CART race a few years ago, it brings back the obscene forces and truly amazing incidents that can occur and that people are actually WILLING to risk their very soul to do.!

In conclusion, the best way to make watching the marathon fun.? Land mines. Hidden of course, every few miles. Lets see Paula Radcliffe manage a squat without losing both of her butt cheeks to a pound of C4, or maybe look on amused as Haile Gebrselassie’s left foot is blown bloodily over the top of the Cutty Sark. It sounds like a wild idea I know, but I think it would still be safer than risking having a holiday in South America or, Thailand…

…or Skegness.

*****LATE NEWS*****

More photos then… WHY oh WHY and AREN’T WE CUTE

I have one hour to do the following important tasks…

1. Eat dinner
2. Have a bath, shave and wash my hair
3. Get dressed
4. Spike hair
5. Put on eyeliner
6. Exit the building in an orderly manner without pushing, shoving or fighting with myself.

I think I can manage that .

Usual scenario tonight, meeting up with Angel and Sarah in Bar 4, then Sarah is off to the cinema with Stew and will meet us in Hobbits. She isn’t drinking, which will be weird, but apparently the amount of coffee imbibed today will counter act that.

Last night was a touch nervy but tonight will be a great fun night with all my friends (once I make sure Hwang is kicked out of his house and down the pub with us. )

I shall speak to you all tomorrow if you promise to be good.

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