H-Machinery

Riddles

2005-04-23T11:58:00.000+01:00

Woo! Someone other than me likes Scritti Politti (waves to Ame ^__^)!

Aaaaanyway (deja vu? yeah). Today's been a rollercoaster ride, admittedly. Two of my least favourite cretins in the entire universe have come back to MeTV... ah well. I'm not cretinous, and they ARE! Mwahahahahaha! My "revelation" still isn't apparent to everyone yet, except for two. One uses MeTV, one doesn't, but I didn't think I made it that obvious - though they're good people, they wouldn't mind ^_^

Riddles aside, happiness flooded my brain today as my 7th favourite band ever, Hue & Cry, made it through to the final of ITV's Hit Me Baby One More Time, the show where pop hasbeens come back from the dead. My vote COUNTS, damnit!

Not much really happening in my life currently. My 18th approaches ever nearer and my thoughts for celebrations wax and wane like the effervescent moon. I think I'm gonna stick at it with the Pizza Hut do'. By god, I'm bored, I REALLY can't think of anything to fill the blog with tonight! It seems my life has actually hit a normal straight for the first time in ages... guess I should be grateful, but I'm not experiencing any fun in my life... I'm spending FAR too much time sat at the PC at the minute. Oh well... the coming of age, the coming of a new stage in life?

Bollocks.

Heathcliff

Hazard

2005-04-22T18:31:00.000+01:00

i'm not feeling on as high a crest as I was yesterday, though I'm still feeling quite light and strange inside. Had a rather important conversation via that wonderful device known as MSN about my "inner searching", and it's proved useful. MeTVers will know more very soon, some of my MSN contacts may already know, those around me may hazard a wild guess, but..... wait and see. It's not illegal, taht's all I'm saying. ;)

Not that bad a day at ze grind today, although to be honest I can do without a 90-minute slog through the Magic of Shakespeare on a Friday morning... that's the only downside to studying english, you have to study someone else's work, which may or may not be a big festering pile of raw crap (William Goulding and Carol Ann Duffy in opposite circumstances) - still, syllabus is syllabus. I guess.

My recent highs have been brought down by incessant worry, though I'm a born worrier so don't you all go fretting, y'hear? Another weekend looms... I've got sod all planned, as usual, so I'm gonna see if I can get one or two of my mates round... I sorta feel sorry for disrupting their schedule, and kinda selfish.

Haven't you got it yet? I need a frickin' girlfriend! Moan, moan, moan. my bowels have been playing up again, GRRRR! That's the way the are, c'est la vie, but I'm getting sick and tired of relying on Weetabix in one extreme and having to sit on towels and discarded garments in the other. My life's one big hassle, don't let it get in your way :D

Right, I'd best go promote this, as people'll still think it's dead. IIA.

Heathcliff

Vanity

2005-04-21T17:43:00.000+01:00

"Let me tell you somethin'.... bloggin' makes me feel good!"

Aaaanyway. Today hasn't been half bad. The past couple of days I've been on an exciting voyage of self-discovery, which I'm not quite ready to disclose all about yet, but I'm brimming with inner happiness and consecutive vanity - so much so that I no longer feel compelled to skip "Rock DJ" by Robbie Williams if my winamp spits it at me (my Winamp is called "Henry", so if I refer to it a sthat in future blogs you'll know what the chuff I'm talking about)! Mondo Bizarro! My hair's naturally fluffing up into a Nik Kershaw style bombsite rather than the gloomy "Hives" style bubble which glues itself to the side of my head. I'm hella glad I don't have sideburns.

Been working on my musical project, "Big Neighbourhood", recently, whilst balancing a Cats incorporated spinoff of sorts - comrade Trevor is the second member of BN, though his sadistic workload at the minute is seriously limiting him - bloody college. It's psychology work, at least I presume - the topic of overkill and overdemanding deadlines. Though all tutors are evil, to a certain extent. :) I'll have an official BN site or forum or whatever up soon and let any of you regular visitors know of my actions...

I finally left radio in February and needless to say I feel slightly liberated - I can GO HOME ON WEDNESDAY AFTERNOONS! You people with free time allocated therein don't know how bloody lucky you are. However, three more have left the station since my abrupt departure, meaning that I've created some sort of revolution...

Oops.

Still, life goes on. I'm eighteen in just over a fortnight, planning to go over to the frig-off-awesome Pizza Hut located in the awkward Harborough Hills "retail park" area of Barnsley town centre on my free wednesday. ^________________^ I hope also to find a relationship by the end of this year, scratch hope, I'm DETERMINED. Damnit! I may be an ugly bastard for frig's sake but that doens't mean I'm unattractive...

... or maybe not. Anyway, I'd best get off and do something completely pointless. Instantum Illumiaris Abraxas, Bis Morgen, Wally Watchers.

Heathcliff

HAH!

2005-04-20T23:06:00.000+01:00

IT'S BACK! And you thought I'd left it to die... DIDN'T YOU?

Well, truth be told, I did. But now I have my pc in my room with net access, I can blog more easily and frequently, so HAH!

It's a shame i've got nothing to talk about on my comeback post. Ah well, let's see what tomorrow delivers...

Tschuss!

Heathcliff

Pudding

2004-12-07T23:48:00.000Z

My apologies. I've really let things slip again, due to my not being arsed to blog and only remembering to do it at the last minute. From now on, I'm not going to blog on a daily basis or bi-daily basis, I'm going to blog whenever the hell I feel like it and whebever something major in my life unfolds (you could have a long wait, but who knows?).

The top 25 thing has also been suspended until I can fully get my "peeved" project up off the ground after christmas (you can see developments already at http://peeved/blogspot.com).

Nothing much else has been happening, otherwise. Just limbering up for Christmas and the overall hideousness of tomorrow, which features the regular hell of my English lesson and a bus service which has become incorrigably useless. I ahve a feeling that tomorrow may be the worst day in my college life ever, but we shall have to wait and see if the proof is in the pudding.

Heathcliff

Gristle

2004-12-02T11:52:00.000Z

Wow... today was one long boring trawl... virtually no college at all today, I should be happy, but I've got to share my English class tomorrow with a thoroughly dislikeable degenerate who finds it amusing that i am socially inept. Maybe that's one more thing to add to the end of my "to do before I die" list - wreak revenge upon those who have opposed me (though within means of the law, of course - I'm not a bloody psychopath - and besides, death would be far too much of a luxury for some of these people)... oh well, dire thoughts I guess. Spending the next couple of days with Chad, should take my mind of trivial affairs such as mentioned.

HEATHCLIFF PRESENTS 25 THINGS WHICH NARK ME OFF!
#2 - BUS DRIVERS
Don't get me wrong, not all bus drivers are surly, malevolent and sadistic. It's only the 80% majority. The job of a bus driver is to escort local people to areas which they cannot access via walking for a small fee - however, the majority of bus drivers I have had to deal with all treat their customers as if they are the bane of their existence rather than their trade! It beggars belief how a bus driver can sit at the wheel with the bus doors shut with people outside waiting to get on, trying to complete the daily crossword puzzle. And then, to add insult to injury, they bite our heads off and swallow the gristle by moaning at us when we don't state where we want to go correctly, or if a passenger is too slow getting on the bus, or if they have to deal with - horror of horrors - a pound coin rather than exact change! I'd like to point one fact out to bus drivers in general - you may be pissed off, and have had a bad day dealing with hordes of pensioners and hood-wearing monstrosities, but frankly, that doesn't mean that everyone else is having the time of their lives - some of us have to work the exact same hours as you! Basically, two qualifications are needed to become a bus driver - you need to be able to drive, and you also need to be a miserable bastard who hates everyone and everything. That's from what I've seen, anyway.

You can now view my 25 pet peeves and much more as I type them via my pet project at http://peeved.blogspot.com. Ciao, peoples.

Heathcliff

Bigotry

2004-11-30T23:54:00.000Z

Wow, I haven't updated in almost a week... getting slack again. I did keep forgetting, though.... mind lapsing is my excuse this time around.

No radio tomorrow, so short day for me.... despite the fact that I've still got to bloody get up at 7am and catch a bus full of mangy face-eating troglodytes whose career lies either at a "technical college" or via part of an anti-establishment brigade. Don't get me wrong, antidisestablishmentarianism is perfectly fine, I myself am committed to create a gung ho clan of new-age travellers before the age of 50 alongside my writing aspirations in order to flush out the bigotry of the upper classes and earn me and my plucky warriors peerages, albeit slightly dubious ones.

And now, as it is the run up to Christmas, I've decided to do something daily via my blog, "advent-calendar-style". I've been motivated in the past to do a top 100 countdown and comment on each entry until the day arrives, but instead, i ahve decided to start a mini-column - 25 THINGS WHICH NARK ME OFF! Each day until christmas eve I shall be, as well as blogging, hosting a pet peeve per day and having a good old rant! Here's the first! The peeves aren't in any specific order, just randomly thrown together...

HEATHCLIFF PRESENTS: "25 THINGS WHICH NARK ME OFF"
#1 - BAKISM
"Public Bakism" is a term coined by my good associate Trevor (who also coined the phrases "I need to knock a shunt off" and "I've got a turtle-head poking out"). Public bakists are young couples who insist on french-kissing "passionately" in front of everybody and not giving a toss. They literally sit there, eating each other's faces, whilst we (those of us with slightly more dignity as to chew the inner lip of our current beau) have to sit around drinking our coffees, reading our gossip rags, pretending noit to notice that there is a pair of shameless tongue-masticating dolts who are as close to having casual sex as is possible in public without having the people around them being accused of "dogging" (although they'd need a car for that - my excuse would be that I was merely badger-spotting... although, it didn't work for the Welsh Secretary..). These people need shooting with a hallucinogenic dart, a slap round the face with a wet side of plaice and a healthy dose of common decency crammed down their throats. I sound like a complete bigot, put these people REALLY get my back up.

TOMORROW: What's malicious, middle-aged and gets you to Royston in 20 minutes providing they can be arsed to put down the Times Crossword puzzle?

Instantum Illuminaris Abraxas, Wally watchers.

Heathcliff

Philosophy

2004-11-24T19:32:00.000Z

Big changes in radio today. I was one of the only people not to be given a specific role, mainly as I am not returning to barnsley College next year - despite being told that the few of us who didn't get a designated post were "crucial", I still felt a little pissed off, but I've decided "what the hell, f**k it", and will slog on with the shows, regardless of how much effort i put into being part of teh community. I show up on a wednesday and a friday to do my show, that's it - my philosophy from now on. I'm sick and tired of my mind thinking "should I quit?" when I really don't think I should (Chad has now been made "Features Editor", so I guess that portion of my show won't be as stressful)... you know what, f**k it! I've been there well over a year now, and there's no point me giving up the whole charade now - although as the other members of teh group all have high roles and are connected with the project day in day out, i really don't need to show much commitment any more. Which is a good thing, I guess (at one point I actually blurted out "I feel as if I've ran a marathon, got within a metre of the finishing line but have been knocked down and raped before I could reach it". Thankfully not many heard me - that's the beauty of communism - although it goes to show my mingled feelings of jealousy and anger brew up quite quickly)... gives me more time to worry about things which concern me more within my own department.

All i want to do now is go to Huddersfield University, grow my hair long, wear an eyepatch, get a girlfriend and erase the years 1999-2003 from my mind completely. That's all i want right now. And if anyone's going to try and stop me along the way, I will react so badly that not even my own brain will be responsible for the breakdown I shall suffer henceforth.

Heathcliff

Euphemism

2004-11-22T23:49:00.000Z

Uh-oh. Emotions running high again. Not so much angry these last couple of days, but an odd mix of sadness, longing and jealousy. The latter emotion I have no idea where is coming from... the others, I suppose I'd best stop listening to slow ballads and welling over things too much. Not that I mind, I like this side of me (not the jealousy side, THAT i can do without), it just re-affirms that I'm human like everyone else... someday, I'll find my Queen (according to my objectives list, within the next 5 years, hopefully)....

Otherwise, radio is narking me off again. My two shows last weeke were admittedly cancelled, but I'll slog on regardless. Right now, I've got to plan for taking part in a film for my mate Trevor, I'm playing one half of a spoof goth duo. The problem is, make-up takes ages to get off and i ahven't got ANYTHING in the way of "Gothy" stuff... oh well, serves me right for being a Gartside*.

Right now I plan to write something, either continuing with my novel or my serial, I haven't decided yet... got a few stress-free days ahead, thankfully. I don't even have to think about Wuthering Heights until the weekend (although, given my name, it's a wonder I don't think about every day, like...). I'm just gonna sit back and listen to Nat King Cole for a while before checking my ebay garb and doing some writing before bed.

Instantum Illuminaris Abraxas, Wally Watchers!

Heathcliff

*A term I just made up, derived from Scritti Politti frontman Green Gartside, meaning "one who is obsessed about the 1980s to the point of extremity and is of an androgynous personality, or likes to think they are, despite looking and sounding awfully like the gender they were originally designated at birth, although not wanting to change gender in the long-term, and love sthe sound of saxophones mixed with outdated yamaha keyboards and curly blonde haircuts." Go me. I'm trying to phase it in as a euphemism. I'll keep you posted!

Ramsay'd

2004-11-20T11:59:00.000Z

Hidehi campers! Been engrossed in audioscrobbling as of late. I suggest you visit www.audioscrobbler.com to see what I'm talking about... or, even better, www.audioscrobbler.com/user/heathcliff_2040 - if you DARE...

Good news first, got my offer through from Huddersfield University - I honestly didn't expect anything so early (Derby has also offered me a place - which I will choose to ignore simply because I put it down as a back-up choice, and it turns out it's actually harder to get in THERE than Huddersfield!). Will be replying to the offers as soon as i've got my head around the logistics, and will pray for a pass in Politics despite my tutor being an absolute arsehole (my Dad had a run-in with him at second years' parents evening the other night! Cyril recalls seeing my dad keep his hands firmly behind his back at all times before being subjected to an "interesting" chat with the master of anal retention and self-obsessive ideals, herr tutor. I decided not to go, the reasons are probably obvious why). It's by no means time to celebrate yet though, however. I've got to pass the exams first, which is no mean feat.

My emotions have entered a strange area I like to call "The Heathcliff Zone" over the last couple of days, my emotions have amounted to the following, in order of most prominent: Annoyed, Harrassed, Pissed Off, Peeved, Aggravated, Ticked Off, Bulwarked, Mentally Emancipated, Bumped off the left side of the bed, Cheesed Off, Bottled Up, Gruntworthy, Grievous, Ramsay'd, F**ked Off, Made Malicious, and Rendered Pissed. Basically, this week has been one aggravation after another (it was a long way of going around saying it, true), mainly thanks to my Radio group which has gotten me worried and then let me down again. having spent the week fretting over how I shall do my broadcasts, wednesday's session was cancelled due to an overpowering stench of faeces eminating from the male cubicles (resulting in the hasty dismissal of much of that particular college department), and friday's session being dropped due to a "leak in the studio". Whether this means everything's fused and the whole she-bang is toast or not, I've no idea. I doubt it, but time will tell.

I have decided to set myself some lifetime goals. They are, currently, as follows:
1. Get into university
2. Learn to drive by 40
3. Be in a relationship by 19
4. Get married by 25 (you may scoff, I'm by no means a chav, I just feel commitment is the way forward)
5. Be a father by mid-30s
6. Be on a decent wage packet by 50
7. Humiliate at least one of my teenage tormentors as an act of revenge via a school reunion by the age of 40
8. Add "Heathcliff" as a middle name via deed poll
9. Write a bestseller
10. Die of old age
11. Have this blog published as a book, which shall be entitled "Ooh, don't mind if I do" (though obviously before #10, unless someone does it posthumously for me... my estate :))

Simple? I think so. Let me know what you think. Sayonara.

Heathcliff

Crypt

2004-11-18T22:58:00.000Z

Apologies for not blogging again, just getting forgetful... again.

Tomorrow heralds my first broadcast on BCR since June, unbelieveably, and the first broadcast on my own since March! Should be an odd experience, I'll probably be a bit jittery to begin with, mbut hopefully the nerves will dispel themselves, the selfish gits. Anyway.

I don't really have much else to report. The last couple of days have been crescendoing and diminuendoing in terms of morale, bot hopefully come the weekend i'll have wriggled my way out of the crypt and be back in sunshineville... until Monday.

Bis Morgen, Street Fighters.

Heathcliff

Pissed

2004-11-15T23:39:00.000Z

Something pissed me off today which i really don't want to talk about, coupled with a looming sense of dread. maybe one day I'll explain what, but i get easily embarassed, so probably not. Hope Cyril and Trevor didn't notice how lost in space I was after third lesson today, if they're reading this they will have. I shall now plan how to overcome an obstacle which may rue me for the next four years. Bis Morgen.

Heathcliff

Duck

2004-11-14T21:57:00.000Z

Hello, hello, hello. Tis me again. And where the hell have you all BEEN this weekend, leaving me on me tod (well, not really - Dithean, Geoff and Matt were around)? I can't say as I blame y'all, for actually having a life... anyway.

Started the day at 2am playing "Duck Hunt" for the NES whilst listening to Cyndi Lauper. Yet another bizarre little insight into my life.. otherwise, today's been a day of further nothingness as far as the mind and eyes could stretch. Became part of an Amiga community to tide me over whilst MeTv languishes and The Casino lays deserted... rather like Coventry :D

College again tomorrow, for f**k's sake. Hopefully i won't have to strain any muscles... brain muscles and those things you ahve in your fingers with the really silly insignificant names. Ah well.

S.H.A., Wally Watchers.

Heathcliff

Behemoth

2004-11-13T23:33:00.000Z

Holey moley I did nothing today.

Found an interesting item on eBay, a laptop for an exceedingly cheap price (I'm not telling y'all the exact details or you'll all be off bidding on the beggar..), which i will no doubt try and get my clean mitts on, as I'm certain that I won't be able to put up with this lowly behemoth of a shed any longer. True, it does its purpose, but just not very efficiently. It's old, it's worn-out, it's got a 3 GB memory. the laptop I'm looking at has 10x that. Fingers crossed, eh.

Been VERY quiet on MSN etc. Noone's talked to me all day, probably meaning that they're all out there doing exciting things while I'm stuck indoors contemplating how quickly my money is going to run out when I get to university.

I've been in an odd mood today, I can't be arsed to do anything in particular, and may even go to bed after I've written this. I'm sure I'll probably change my mind, as I always have my Erasure casette handy, but to be perfectly honest, I've lost the will to do anything remotely satisfying today. Ho-hum. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel like doing something exciting... then again...

Specan Heafod Abraxas, Wally Watchers!

Heathcliff

Pubbin'

2004-11-12T23:56:00.000Z

Six weeks till Christmas. Get buying.

Been a quite reasonable day. English studies was as dire as a lecture on Shakespeare's divine Othello COULD be, although pubbin' today was quite enjoyable - for once, the majority of my mates of the North showed up (although Chad had to dart off to the college TV studios for his "BCTV" project - the visual equivalent of the radio project). Trevor, Cyril, The Skelt, Sarah and her mate John all showed up and stayed for quite a while (although trevor too, had to leave, due to a "b*st*rd Key Skills lesson", shortly followed by The Skelt, who popped off to continue his IT course). Turns out I was the only person tehre to have the afternoon off, I'm sure the contempt they had for me having brought that up in conversation was staggering. Oh well. I wish Trevor and Geoff the best of luck on their weekend Halo 2 marathon, hope you've managed to find your way out of the room come Monday guys ;)

GAH! Christmas. 42 days (ACE number, but still quite a short time to go) left, I've bought a few gifts, but seeing as the majority of my shopping will be done via the net this year, I won't seriously need to go out on Christmas eve for those last minute bottles of bubble bath and stale bars of Galaxy. Tomorrow I will draw my own "wish list" up for the parentage to adhere to, I must also get to business with buying for my mates.. although I'm stumped as what to get them. Chad, I have a vague idea, possibly something to do with Hamtaro, or one of his bands, etc... Trevor, I know EXACTLY what to get, but I can't find the bugger anywhere (the present, not Trevor), and Cyril... anything with a substantial amount of blood, gore and possibly anime-related material.

Oh well. Tomorrow's a do-nothing day, so the blog shall be uninteresting... or WILL it?... Specan heafod Abraxas (I'll reveal what that means before Christmas... honest), Wally Watchers!

Heathcliff

Maahmenaaowwmaaowmaooow

2004-11-11T23:56:00.000Z

Today's been wishy-washy. Didn't have to go into college until 3, which was either a blessing or a hinderance, at least I managed to watch "The Real Ghostbusters" on Fox Kids before i set off (people who are in my immediate vicinity... you now know what to get me on dvd for christmas... £4.99, Tesco, HINT!)... again, old habits die hard. But that show is so packed with sarcasm and satire it's untrue. That and the soundtrack is incredibly 80s - it's an obvious winner for me. The end credit rendition of the title theme has some of the greatest guitars i've ever heard. MAAHMENAAOWWMAAOWMAOOOW! Better than Clapton. Maybe. Don't know why I'm wittering on about that... moving on!

Thanks to Dithean and Chad who reassured me that Radio life isn't as much of a bitch as it appears. Vice Versa, the show me and Chad created, will indeed return in some form or another in the future - I hope so, as what we had was brilliant - and although that sounds extremely self-centered, it WAS brilliant. Until the powers that be pulled the plug... my vengeance shall be wreaked! I'm planning my new show, "The Eye", a satirical panel show basically taking the rise out of celebrity and the week's events - I'll be sure to get Chad in as a guest panellist one week, if he agrees to it. Life goes on...

Going to the pub again tomorrow, glug glug glug - actually, I don't tend to drink a thing while I'm in there, a bleeding glass of coke is £1.50. They're certainly taking pricing tips from the overpricing god of motorway service chains, Little Chef. Ah well. The food's decent, if not slightly wallet-burning.

Agh, me guts hurt, and I feel bloated, for no reason whatsoever. Hopefully if I sleep on my stomach tonight, both birds will be beaned by the same stone. And maybe my RUDDY ALARM CLOCK WON'T STOP DURING THE NIGHT AGAIN! Argghhh... it WAS only a free gift from Empire catalogues, after all. Hah, you really think I'd BUY something like that/ You've a lot to learn about me... as have I :/

Specan Heafod Abraxas (one day I'll reveal what that actually means), Wally Watchers!

Heathcliff

Farce

2004-11-10T23:51:00.000Z

I really don't feel arsed to do a blog today, as my browser's been a total (insert derogatory word here) and I feel knackered from being on the PC for 3 hours... what a sap, I know ;)

Mine and Chad's radio show has been obliterated. It had to happen. Nevertheless, I am sticking with the regime despite the fact that the anal retentives which supposedly run this supreme farce of an illustrated facade have decided to separate the only duo which REALLY worked - and I'm not just saying that. Others have reamrked. Never mind, I'm to do my own talk show instead... should be a change of scenery, nevertheless. Couldn't help feeling sorry for Chad, though - he's had a bad week as it is and the fact that he's been told not to do a show with me, as as the engineer put it "(my real name) needs to work on his own". We're both miffed. The regime has degenerated into what seems to be a well-rehearsed catalogue of pitiful and rather pathetic disasters. Sh*t happens, I guess.

Bloody hell, I've got to update my RP's (roleplays) as well... Specan Heafod Abraxas, Wally Watchers.

Heathcliff

Greasing

2004-11-09T23:55:00.000Z

I'm a sad b*****d, me. I accidentally added html code into my last blog... a sign of sheer obsessiveness, methinks.

GAH! Radio tomorrow, and it's really not as enjoyable as it used to be. Nevertheless, I am sticking it out until Christmas at least, just to be fair - although, coupled with the fact that I can no longer be arsed to participate in the proceedings, I have shedloads of work and revision to do for my A2 course this year... so if I DO leave eventually, tough.

GAH! Negativity. My haircut's looking rather w**k these days, I'm seriously thinking of actually going to get a proper haircut rather than keep having it done via electric razor, which makes me look like Ringo's mirror image. And let me tell you something, that's not necessarily a good thing. Tried greasing my cornered tufts back in order to stop my head looking like something out of Mars Attacks, needless to say it worked for a while, but I can't seem to get the "00's jungle" style right. It looks like i've got the McDonalds logo emblazoned above my forehead. Basically, I need a haircut. But it's not long enough yet. Bah!

GAH! I'm knackered. Bis morgen, and Specan Heafod Abraxas, Wally Watchers.

Alas!

2004-11-08T23:47:00.000Z

Today has been very exhausting, possibly one of the most, ever. Got Cyril's uni application done at last, at least I don't have to burden my thoughts with that any longer. For some reason the date function on this blog is screwed, hopefully that'll be fixed... anyway.

Alas! Although only a few blogs ago I admitted that my love life would be postponed until university, I still long for something to tide me over. Trouble is, I don't know [i]that[/i] many female acquaintances, and those that I do are either taken or... *coughs*. Shortly, it appears I may have to become bisexual in order to find companionship... kidding. Although, the blog title states I'm androgynous, so who knows?

Ah well. Best go track my eBay garb... till later.

Heathcliff

Blemish

2004-11-07T23:56:00.000Z

Wow. Late blogging again. I guess, this is the best time to do it, as I am reflecting upon a full day of... well, bugger all, really. My life really isn't interesting at teh minute, I've no idea when it'll pick up.

Did a bit more work on the album, transferred two of the backing tracks onto casette (albeit poor quality). I'm also needing background noises and vocals etc., so if you're interested, stick something down on a wav and bung it down to me via msn or email - you will be wholly credited for the deed and will no doubt feature an mp3 with your work enclosed in the track. Anyway. Been roleplaying, forum-editing (waiting for Blofeld to get back online so's we can promote it together as I feel I've been stealing his thunder a little) and doing German assignments otherwise. Ho-hum. I wish I had something to talk about, I have literally no social life at the minute as my social circle is quite small, and this weekend I felt I wanted a bit of "me" time to "find" myself. Trouble is, all I found was a nasty toe infection and a facial blemish. Great.

Specan Heafod Abraxas, Wally Watchers!

Heathcliff

Samaritan

2004-11-06T23:33:00.000Z

Captain's log, er, 22. I think.

Been a rather hectic day; helping my comrade Cyril (not his real name, he was christened with it due to his dislike of the name, but he's grown to use it, and even tells new people he meets to call him "Cyril" - ee, the effects I have on some people. I won't even go into teh negative effects I have :)) fill out his University application, which is due in on thursday, otherwise he doesn't get accepted. Being the good samaritan that I am, I decided to help him through it... I'd despair if I end up doing better or worse in life than my friends, honestly - I yearn to remain on the level :). It was terribly complex stuff, however. I won't go into it as at this time of night my brain will probably explode from recalling all the processes (if Cyril and Trevor are reading this they will nod in agreement and this stage).

Aside from that, not much has occured to me, today - been bouncing on and off the pc like a yoyo (not literally... you KNOW I didn't mean it literally...) aside from revising German vocabulary and thrashing Street Fighter II (Aah, the classics :)). Began work again on my solo album, having left it idle for a week or so, scrapped all but two of the tracks, kept the album name but re-christened myself - the sleeve shall now read "Snow Brothers" instead of "Heathcliff", a) to make people think that it's more than just a one-man band, and b) So I can carry the name onto university and actually add people to Snow Brothers who are marginally talented (therefore moreso than myself, a man who resorts to plucking unwanted midis from bizarre unvisited webpages and adding lyrics to them - to be fair, I do do a bit of re-mixing, but brushing your teeth is harder than that.). It's an ongoing franchise. Meanwhile, on the love life front... no change. Methinks I shall postpone my hunt for companionship until university, where hopefully I can find someone who doesn't care if you're 80s obsessed and look like Donnie Wahlberg or not. Ho hum.

'Nite all. Er, all three of you.

Heathcliff

Vicar

2004-11-05T23:47:00.000Z

And welcome back, service is resumed as normal.. for some reason, yet again, my motivation slowly began to drain away... or possibly because I got tied up in other matters (specifically a forum I have co-set-up, The Casino, //thecasino.tt.cx, hint, hint :)).

Ah, yes. Bonfire night. The festival by which we celebrate a bunch of arsonists planning to ignite the houses of parliament - quite simply the oddest format for a festival of all time (with obvious regards to Speak-Like-a-Pirate-Day, which has already gone... a tribute to Geoff, there :D). I can only thank God that both Halloween, Mischievous Night (a Northern England festival by which local kids are allowed to go around egging windows and taunting people in the street without any restraint - this isn't scepticism, it really IS a festival set up by an insane vicar who was upset by the amount of hooliganism which took place on Halloween - thus, now there are two days dedicated to neighbourhood nuisance) and Bonfire Night have passed and that only Christmas remains (although Thanksgiving is still to come for citizens of the US). Seven weeks tomorrow. Get shopping.

Been starting a novel as well, recently! That sounds completely and utterly precocious, but I've decided to try and have a stab at a full-length story rather than stick to short stories all of the time. It's a romantic-gothic novel about two feuding families and forbidden love. Sounds a bit too Romeo and Juliet, I know, but there are extreme differences in there which separate the ideas that Shakespeare planned out (i.e. OTT tragedy such as killing each other with poison without the other lover knowing is out of teh question, although Chapter One is rather teary-eyed, in my opinion) - I've aimed to create a sort of Wuthering-Heights style generation-spanning story involving lust, murder, deceit and lies. I've written chapter one and am beginning chapter two - if anyone is interested in having a copy of chapter one and letting me know what you think, email me at heathcliff_2040@ignmail.com or just catch me on msn, those of you whom i am in close contact with.

Right, I'm off to roleplay before bedding myself. G'night.

Heathcliff

Lumping

2004-11-03T23:37:00.000Z

Not much to report today. College was horrendous as it could be - actually it wasn't half bad. Forgot to take my cds back to the library, meaning i will be fined a total of 60p when I take 'em back - and that's no lie. *wallet-burning sensations start to occur*

Woo, morning off again tomorrow, gonna spend it lumping a load of stuff up for sale on ebay as it's free listing day... rah, rah, rah. Er, that's it for the blog today. Nothing, of determinable interest, happened. I hate days like these. At least when I have a relatively cack day I can fuss about it. Not today, oh no. Boredom city. Oh well.

Tarah, hopefully tomorrow something exciting'll happen, i.e. i'll grow an extra head or end up being shredded to bits by a mongolian vole which looks like Rod Stewart's left nipple (touches wood and crosses heart that he doesn't :)).

Heathcliff

Archer

2004-11-02T22:53:00.001Z

Woo ha ha. that was entirely random, I apologise.

Today's been non-shabby, admittedly. Tomorrow's the bastard, so no doubt the post will be... very emotion-driven. Honestly, I hate full college days - well, it's not really a FULL college day, but it's the fact that I've got sodding Shakespeare study first period that makes the deal as fun as being sodomised by Geoffrey Archer and his funtime ferret.

Back to business. I've consumed a large amount of Shrek-endorsed apple and pear cordial, which has made me feel slightly odd. Nevertheless, may my guts stand up in court to testify, twas not my fault, twas the fact that a bottle of the garb was available for just a quid! Still in date, as well (though you couldn't tell, really). Helped Cyril with his personal statement for uni today... I feel he's got a good chance of getting in, he's an intelligent soul, is our Cyril (Trying desperately not to sound like the Hovis ad... "Tekkin' bread t' top o' t'world").

Anyway, must dash, I think i'm supposed to have prepared something for radio tomorrow, i'm not sure, all i'm bothered about is my sausage n' chips pound special i'm gonna receive tomorrow noonish. Russel grant, have mercy. Uhuhuhuhuhuh, jingle-jangle, jewellry, jewellry (enough with the Jimmy savile-isms... :().

Farewell for t'nite

Heathcliff

**Heathcliff was listening to "TOY SOLDIERS" by MARTIKA whilst writing this illuminating piece of actual proceedings in his uneventful chain of events called "life"**

Kebab

2004-11-01T21:58:00.000Z

Ta-dahh! New look alert!

I decided it was time for a change of blog name and a change of colour scheme (i.e. BLACK!). The title "H-Machinery" is a blatant take on "P-Machinery", a song recorded by Propaganda, yet another group lost in the 80s who only I like anymore :(.

Anyway, back to business. I'm hooked on roleplay, people. I really want to set an rp forum up myself, but I'll only screw it up.. I tend to be better as a follower rather than a leader, I geniuinely wasn't born that way despite my constant bemoaning of those who sit above me and throw their refuse in my face. Aside from that, first day back at college wasn't bad, as first days go, pretty non-eventful to be honest. I'm now currently waiting for a reply from the manager of my local Iceland branch to cast me over a job! It must happen! I am NOT working at the co-op! The grebs that go in there on a night need impaling on a kebab stick and feeding to Russell Grant! (Two RG mentions in two days... scary O_o)

All me mates are suffering from ill health and various other misdemeanors, I now know not to eat curry, manky fish or drink alcohol at halloween. Thanks for the inspiration, guys (they know who they are! :D)!

Anyway, best go procrastinate something. Tschuss, Amigos and, er, Amiguettes.

Heathcliff

Warhol

2004-10-31T18:00:00.000Z

I bloody hate trick-or-treaters. I really do. :(

Anyway, onto other matters less trivial than a bunch of greedy little charlatans possessed by the marketing ploys and commercialism of what was once a spiritual day upon the calendar rather than the lame, self-obsessed duck that it is. College starts up again for me tomorrow, horror of horrors, finished the godawful politics assignment at last (though, with my tutor being a miscreant in the face of effort, it will no doubt fail and sink like Russell Grant on a sailing trip) - it hardly feels like I've had a week off at all, but the reminder that just seven weeks stand between my current situation and the eventual hiatus that is Christmas keeps my spirits up a little.

(Annoyance at further gobshites knocking at the door yelling a familiar phrase which I swear could well be my death knell should the night encourage me to portray my own nausea at the idea of Halloween and all its bullshit commercialisms :() I've been recently caught up in an RP via the fanartcentral forums, as my regular haunt of MeTV AND my other haunt, inthe00s, continue to remain as dead as Andy Warhol.

I'd best sign off - you have my word that I shan't do anything rash - there's no point, really :) Happy Halloween, however you choose to enjoy it. Er, woo-ha-ha-ha.

Heathcliff

**Heathcliff was listening to TRICK OR TREAT by HORDES OF GLUTTONOUS HOODLUMS whilst writing this post.**

Blink

2004-10-30T20:13:00.000+01:00

HURRAH!!!!!

Yeah, I admit, it's been a while. I haven't been at all arsed, I'm sorry to say, to update my blog regularly. I ahte it when I get into a procrastinatory mindset, it only pisses me and everyone around me off. So, therefore, I am pushing myself to post every day, as I did, WITHOUT FAIL. I set myself projects and never finish them, that's my trouble. I've also added a new feature, at the bottom of each post I will inform you on what song motivated me to write this particular rant. Bored? Yes, thanks.

Anyway, back with the blog. Recently, I've been on half-term leave, thank God, although it's been a busy few days - on wednesday I went for a tour around Huddersfield University and the halls of residence - very, very sharp. Hopefully I shall be sharing a hall with my old friend Chris, who I've known since I was six years old!! Funny how things go around and then come around again! Sent off all applications etc., all I have to do now is sit back and wait for the university to send me confirmation on whether I've got a place or not... fingers crossed, eh.

Bugger me. I've got a politics assignment to do for monday, based on Congress and Parliament compared, or something. Great. Ah well, may as well make a concerted effort to start the bugger tonight (as I've also 40-odd pages of Wuthering Heights to read for the same date). I hate education at times.

Oh well, MeTv's on the blink again, and I'd best get back to doing what I do best - jamming to music.

Bye for now

Heathcliff

**Heathcliff was listening to BRIDGE TO YOUR HEART by WAX whilst writing this entry**

Fingers

2004-10-07T18:50:00.000+01:00

Esay day today. Bugger all happened. Spent my entire morning watching "The Real Ghostbusters" on Fox Kids (old habits die hard). The heat is on for me to hand in my university application, turns out two of me mates may well be going to the same uni as me, woo! With only 30 places on my creative writing course, i'm busting a sh*t trying to get this personal statement written and finished... I'm also tight as hell for money, I neeeeeeed a job, like, now... just so I can... buy things, I guess.

Last day of the week tomorrow. Short day at least; but I've a looming exam question on the powers of the US Congress in comparison to the UK Parliament (proceed to stick fingers down throat if you wish)... I hate college, it does my b*st*rd head in. Anyway. Specan Heafod Abraxas, Wally Watchers.

Heathcliff

Spill

2004-10-06T16:48:00.000+01:00

Turns out the radio rumour WAS bullsh*t (or BS as Cyril calls it :/); a load of aggro for nothing, really. Today went better than planned, no major aggravations whatsoever (apart from the regular bint who strokes my head demanding to know mine and Cyril's MSN addresses, we thankfully managed to wangle our way out of that daunting maze). Honestly, that wench is seriously deranged. I don't think there's anyone who finds her remotely likeable (she had shown poor Trevor another penis shot the day before). And it's clear to see why.

Today, I finally admitted to myself, I fancy someone. I'm not revealing WHO I fancy just yet, as I still feel slightly uneasy and those around me will no doubt know said person's identity - I don't think I'm ready to spill all yet, I'd prefer to wrap my head around the situation before I can take it any further. It's been so long since I was in a relationship, I need to convince myself I can make this work... otherwise I'll end up humiliating myself.

Meanwhile, my usual college cafeteria sausages were done to a turn (the turn being 360 degrees and well overdone) - I seriously believe the meat quality of that place is in a rapidly-quickening dimenuendo, and they always seem to run out of bleeding forks! Damn, I get far too aggravated sometimes. Got my usual Thursday morning off to look forward to, but a burdensome German lesson trips me up in the late afternoon. Feel my blogs have been a bit boring as of late, I'll try to spruce things up a little bit in future.

Also been thinking of getting a job at Curry's ("always cutting prices") or Focus Do-It-All... time will tell if I succeed, I shall keep you posted.

Heathcliff

Burdensome

2004-10-05T17:45:00.000+01:00

Today went virtually without fault. The grebber i mentioned yesterday failed to acieve his most famous repartee, being an arse, for once. To celebrate, we frequented the pub once again with Trevor taking around 50 snapshots on his phone of Cyril's face. And the burger I had today was oozing in brown gunge/grease/liquid (delete as appropriate) - not going to look good on my calorie counting list, is it? Oh well.

Tomorrow is undoubtedly the most annoying day of the week. I ahve to get up for a bus at 7am and have two early morning lessons before going off to my radio group in the lunch hour/afternoon. Radio sessions normally last around 4 hours, although all we're doing currently is breaking the new recruits in. There are rumours that mine and Chad's show is to be axed in favour of us working seperately, I'm sure this is merely bullsh*t and hear'say, but if there's truth in it I will quite gladly drop the course - it's becoming rather burdensome, anyway.

Hopefully tomorrow I won't be too pissed off to do another blog. Till then.

Heathcliff

Exhaustion

2004-10-04T17:22:00.000+01:00

Not a very interesting day, really - not much to report - just fighting the exhaustion from the weekend. Dreading tomorrow slightly, as every tuesday me and my associates are followed by a grebber from my tutorial group who enjoy stealing things from us and generally being an absolute crack. Ah well. Got a reprieve from not finishing my English work on time, I've till Wednesday to finish the task. There's also a chance of two of my mates being in with the chance of having relationships; and for once i have no jealousy, I feel happy for them both, as they're in pretty much the same boat as me. Sorry about the lack of information, I just find it incredibly hard to pinpoint any significantly enjoyable, nor mentionable, moments from the day's events.

Tarah
Heathcliff

Blueberry

2004-10-03T22:21:00.000+01:00

Bowlorama. A tiring, yet interesting day. Having met in the doldrums of Royston early on, me and my comrades set off to a land known as Wakefield Outskirts, where Cyril would attempt to indulge in "Time Crisis 3" rather than actually bowl. We got him to the lane, however. All nine of us turned up, Chad in his Dragon shirt, Cyril top to toe in black, Trevor in a rather awesome-looking "Magical Trevor" (www.weebls-stuff.com) T-Shirt, and me done up to the nines in purple headphones and an aztec dishrag. This was undoubtedly the most shameless day of my life. I was trying to be far too Wordsworth in scooting along the alley floor with Madonna on my walkman - a pretence I'm sure to revive if anyone wants a replay :)

God, how KNACKERING was today? A 2-mile walk to "The Walnut Tree" public house resulted in waiting an approximation of 90 mins for our TABLE to be booked. Still, laughs were raised when we planted a blueberry condom on Cyril's person and him remaining oblivious for around 4 hours. By the way trev, the Shrek cake was AWESOME :D

When me and chadders got back we did f**k all but watch an ABBA special on Channel 5. Kicking bottom. An enjoyable, yet exhausting, weekend!

Auf Wiedersehen, Pet

Heathcliff

Crass

2004-10-02T22:02:00.000+01:00

Went to Meadowhall nr Sheffield with Cyril and Chadders today - picked up a singing cow for Trevor and a rather crass "How Clean is Your House" calendar... how chuffed will HE be?! :D Busy day tomorrow again, knackered, still, tomorrow should be f**k-off ace. Apologies for the brief blogging. Tschuss.

Heathcliff

Cat

2004-10-01T14:46:00.000+01:00

Today wasn't half bad. The pub i visited yesterday I fequented again with many of my associates. The plans are set for the weekend, so all I have to do now is finish the sh*tload of work that's due for monday so that Saturday and Sunday's consecutive rauts will receive my undivided and absolute attention.

Meanwhile today, I hooked up again with said mates, and a freaky-ass bint who seems to follow us everywhere. Today was evidence once again of her unhinged and slightly schizophrenic behaviour. For some reason, she enjoys stroking my head as "it feels like a cat". I muttered something along the lines of "I've got a lesson, alledgedly" before proceeding to insert my fingers down my throat upon my exit from this surreal charade (the same weevil had shown my comrades Trevor and Cyril home-made porn movies via her phone several days before; to which both were shocked into silence by the proportionality of some of the "actors").

Nothing much has happened today, to be honest. I neglected to watch my Heathcliff DVD again alst night, so as punishment I will watch it twice tonight. Oh, how I shall suffer.

Keep it real(ish)
Heathcliff

Woodbee

2004-09-30T20:28:00.000+01:00

Today's been awesome. W.O.O.D., I'm a woodbee woodbee, B.E.E.Z. But anyway.
Spent most of the day in a pub ("Esmerelda's") with my two fair associates Cyril and Trevor - it was indeed quite placid, for a pub - apart from the fact that every time you turned round your nose was up someone's arse crack. And one of the bar staff had a hedgehog's arse for a haircut. And all of Michael jackson's greatest "Disco Hits" were being pumped through a rather secluded, isolated stereo located at the far end of the pub. Cracking. Today's been one of the week's major highlights - I've learned to cope with my bowel movements (now surging from one extreme to the other within the space of a few hours), and possibly the greatest weekend of the year beckons. Get in there.

*sighs* however, I've to chew through my Monday-due assignments (both English :() as I'll be occupied pretty much all of the weekend. Will hopefully be going back to good old Esmy's tomorrow for some beef in a bun, though not until after I've slept - sorry, worked, my way through two gruelling periods in the earliest college slot possible (also, getting the bus in the morning is a drag, as I have to avoid a certain flaccid individual who does my b*st*rd head in). Sh*t happens. Here's to Friday evening.

I shall now get back to work on Wuthering Heights and watch my DVD for the 6th time over in three days. *Prays for Volume Two*

Ciao
Heathcliff

Recruits

2004-09-29T20:41:00.000+01:00

THIS DVD RULES, CHRIST IN HEAVEN IT DOES. I've watched all 12 episodes around 4 times each, I'm now increasingly excited about Volume Two (it would be the greatest thrill ever if every episode were re-released on DVD... sadly, i don't think Fox Kids'll get round to publishing 'em all. Hell, I can't be the only Heathcliff fan out there, can I?).

Radio started up again today. Plenty of new recruits. I'm unsure whether I'll stick this year out to be quite honest, as a new "format" has been brought in, restricting what we play, say, timing etc. Life's a bitch, I guess. Got the morning off again tomorrow, as always, so chances are you'll get two bloggings for the price of one due to me being "around" in the morning. Once again, my love life has been on my mind, but with a newly open mind thanks to the guys and gals at MeTV (especially Tigger2413), I'm determined this Feline Retrograde won't be alone too long. And I simply MUST add pink leg-warmers to my shopping list. Reasons known to a few of us, it's best you don't ask. Tarah fer now, y'all.

Heathcliff

Nostalgia

2004-09-28T18:06:00.000+01:00

I got my DVD today :D see y'all next week! Seriously though... words... cannot describe my current state of nostalgic wallowing. Nostalgia is the seventh sense (psychic ability being the sixth), and... MY GOOOOODDD. Just leave me here in the 1980s, that decade was soooo f**king fantastic it's not true. *slavers*

Asides from that, college was dump as usual - looking forward to Sunday, going bowling with all me mates for Trev's birthday - busy weekend for me, as I'm also off to Meadowhall shopping centre near Sheffield the day before to pick up a present for the guy. So those of you who are MeTVers, you may not hear from me for the next couple of days, for both DVD reasons, my nostalgia height and my extremely social weekend! Heathcliff is wanted, and Heathcliff must therefore give!

And now, back to my 80s euphoria... *eyes glaze over*

Heathcliff

Bowel

2004-09-27T21:26:00.000+01:00

Aargh, today's been a rank nightmare, my bowel movements have remained irregular since saturday and I feel like i'm about to either explode, implode or evolve into a rabid syphillitic butterfly. The last thing on your mind should be constipation, but... dear god.

Moving on from fecal matter, my hopes were ceremoniously dashed today as Amazon failed to deliver my DVD. I'm, an impatient runt, granted, but the clause states "24-48 hour delivery", I ordered the S.O.B. last Friday. Am I destined to get this bloody DVD or what?! >:( That and I've had four mentally-castrating 90 minute college sessions today taking up the entirety of my schedule, two of those with my "personal" tutor who's got his head so far up his own sphincter he can perform a friggin' appendectomy with his teeth. Sh*t happens, quite a lot.

Hopefully tomorrow will reap happiness, and my invasion upon Fort Ceramic Lid will at last be fully prosperous.

Heathcliff

Wool

2004-09-26T21:32:00.000+01:00

Was round at Chad's (Genis to MeTV users) last night, so therefore I didn't have the chance to blog the day's events. Was quite amusing. We spent the evening looking at pictures of Bill Cosby's nose and taking the piss out of John Madden's voice (and indeed his frame). Curiously, I managed to get my way through 800 ml of Ribena, 330ml of dr pepper and the majority of a 150g bar of Dairy Milk (finished off by Chad after my stomach decided to launch an attack on fort ceramic lid :/). No wonder I can't walk properly at the minute. I'm wandering around the place with a Danny DeVito strut.

Meanwhile, I've been pissed off recently with politics homework - the US Constitution!!! Bleedin' hell, American politics is even more confusing than the British system. And I got confuddled by the mere mention of the "Woolsack". Emmerdale will never be the same. Neither will Coronation Street, having spent my entire evening studying over my labourious work, glancing up once in a while to see that manky builder in a vest last used by George Michael in one of his "incidents". He reminded me of Nena and her Christmas Conifers (armpits... please, this is a family blog...ish)... eew, vile individual of a man. The only known antidote after clasping your eyes on his simian torso (and hence visage) is to go and stare at Alexei Sayle's face for 15 minutes without a stiff drink. Phher!

Good news, should be getting my Heathcliff DVD tomorrow, Cleo in action, can't wait :D... not that I'm the sort of person that finds a cat in leg-warmers particularly arousing, I reserve that slot for those fantasisers, whom I take my hat off to for being so blatantly shameless, who have admitted across the years to fancying the slender, cream cat with the Sammy Hagar haircut and pink leggin's across the years (those who found Olive Oyl arousing, however, need psychotherapy).

By this time tomorrow, I will be high on the 1980s once again. Toodlepip, associates! :)

Heathcliff

Polish

2004-09-24T13:25:00.000+01:00

*sighs* another day at the grind, thankfully the week's LAST, today I ended up in a spat with my "personal" tutor as the moron neglected to send my EMA forms off to the correct port (EMA being Education Maintenance Allowance, I get paid £30 every week if I attend all lessons at college), meaning that for these first three weeks I have been upnpaid and unhappy due to one cynical arsecrack who doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to be doing. Thankfully, the matter has been resolved, and no more shall be said (providing I get paid next week - if I don't I'll do something cretinous). I NEED that money for bus fares and general living costs, i.e. food, books, stationery etc., so yet again another mindless goof from the king of colleges, BARNSLEY! Another reason, along with the fact that it's a grebhole and Sam Nixon lives there, NOT to come a-studying in this picturesque crudbucket. Mother of mercy. >:(

Meanwhile, MeTV remains as dead as Oliver Reed, no change to the situation. Been making plans for Trevor's 18th (which is coming a week tomorrow) - three of us are to go shopping on said date for his presents (leaving it to the last minute, I know, but it's total Murphy's that it was the only accessible date for said trio) - I know exactly what I'm purchasing, with my special vouchers - I won't spread a single word of what it is here as the great man may well be sneaking a peek at my bloggerator. So I'll keep it a secret ;)

*sighs* Got a dentist's appointment in around an hour and a half, the almighty molarmaster (in darfield, enough said) wishes to "chat" with me - the last time this happened I was lumbered on the regular dentistry lounger, gob open, metal dealies aggravating my lower levellers, whilst he wittered on about "POLITICS IN DENTISTRY". Whether today will be as horrendous as last time is anyone's guess, I apparently had a "polish" last time to sort out my sensitivity, but nevertheless it did jack crap - shame really, as it hurt like SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY!!

You'll no doubt be FASCINATED as to how I got on, if he does anything remotely cretinous I'll blog it. Oh, what a wonderful life.

Heathcliff

Downtime

2004-09-23T17:25:00.000+01:00

Been an odd day thus far. College was hideous, as usual (apart from the news that my dear comrade Trevor is to accompany me through the endless joys of AS Level Citizenship :D) - but what's new. Been thinking a lot about the future recently, and have been upgrading my personal statement (with "helpful" advice from my "personal" tutor) in order to help me find a place at Huddersfield Uni, where i'm hoping to do creative writing - but enough of that shit, education stinks.

MeTV is still very much dead, much to my disappointment - needless to say this does not negate the fact that my time shall still be spent via the internet, various hostels such as Dithean's Cultural Karma (http://muluku.3.forumer.com) and Blofeld's gaming forum (type into browser but add ".tk") will help me bide my time through yet another down period of the site caused by rank shites who continue to plague the internet with their excessive porn-surfing - that sort of thing is fine, it's healthy, but they're only spoiling the internet experience for the rest of us (but not necessarily for themselves ;)).

Shockingly over the last few days I have semi-retired my obsession for Scritti Politti for an even more unlikely group. Anyone care to guess who? Post your answers and you shall find out... soon :D

Heathcliff

Bonjourno!

2004-09-23T02:48:00.000+01:00

Yeeeee-haaaa! :)
At last, i have my own blog! Taken me long enough to convince myself to get one, I never really saw the necessity of such an article before as my life's as dull and as drab as the anal trajectory of a sloth. All of you who have stumbled across this melee of self-obsessiveness will know me, obviously, as Heathcliff (as I very rarely like to reveal my real name... a select few are aware of it, but keeping it at that - SELECT), whether you be from MeTV, one of my college associates or even if your name is Trevor, Chad, Cyril or Claire, are associated with the band "Randy Old People" and know my full pseudonym as Heathcliff "Tails" McQueen (the "Tails" eminating from my association with Kitsunes, nothing derogatory or explicit, you filthy-minded cretins! :p). Or, if you happen to be called Geoffrey Knuckles-Davvis. Hi.

Well, running out of words, nay sentences to use in such an introductory passage, although I suppose I could bumble along the page a bit more, spewing random words from the vast lexicon thrust upon us by some otherworldly being (after all, that helped me pass my English AS level :D). I'll be updating this as often as I can, although I'm very slapdash at a lot of things I start and neglect to continue (MeTV Catchphrase, anyone?), I'll try my damndest, I tell ya!

Enjoy, if there is anything there to physically enjoy... doubtless! Me! :D (intentionally sarcastic self-revolved comment, do not hit me, refrain, refrain)

Heathcliff
(or Heath, or Tails, or Cliffie)

Nightfall

2004-09-22T22:52:00.000+01:00

Well, typing this with blurred vision and an odd headache from watching The Bill and listening to Rick Astley at the same time, MeTV is currently down for a reason known only to no one, I need to converse with Chad and Trevor but they're not online, and this pc is getting slower by the day. Not sure when I'll retire for the night, probably around 2ish - no college tomorrow morning, 'kin yeah.