NEW PROJECT 365

This is the link to my new project 365!


www.winglis07365.blogspot.com

Problem solved, but a sad solution

Hello there, I have kept you waiting long enough, whoever my one reader is. I really have filled up all the memory that this account can use, I have done this by doing a whole project 365 and other stuff, therefore, as we speak I am creating a new profile, it will have a new blog on there where I will post what has happened in the last 3 weeks and whatever else.

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Urgent message!!

Okay my friends, it has happened, this week I go to write my blog post and it says that I have run out of imaginary memory on the computer thingy internet space (not accurate name), therefore I cannot upload my thrilling and gripping tale to the inter web. This week, I will not fill your hearts with joy or your minds with happiness, instead, you will have to wait a couple more days, I promise it will not be long.

Thinking of you always/Never/Sometimes - Delete as applicable.

Will :)

Come on the mighty Gills!

Yes, this blog post is quite late I guess, but am I really working to a schedule? I have had a kick-ass week, including a great birthday and an awesome trip to Gillingham to be a hooligan for a day...

Let's go!

Song of the week - The day I died - Just Jack

I'll skip quite alot of the week because majority is unimportant.

Wednesday - Emotion and Andy Macnab 

Today quite a few sixth forms from Kent took a trip to Margate for a talk, film, and message that most of us will remember forever, it was about driving, the power and the responsibility that it holds. We were shown a film about four teenagers on a road trip, 2 girls and 2 boys, split into two relationships, their car crashes from a dangerous overtake and all the passengers are killed, the driver is taken to jail and that alone is unbelievably tough to watch but every few scenes a person would come out and give a talk on their experiences with the message of 'You have a licence to drive not a licence to kill', the people talking included two paramedics, a firefighter, two police officers, a lady who had lost her daughter in a traffic collision, a man who had killed a young woman in a road collision and a boy who was severely disabled from a collision. As you can imagine, pretty tough. This was shown by the fact that on the coach journey up and before the film and talks, everyone was in high spirits, talking loudly and larking around, on the way back, everyone was silent.

The afternoon came, with everyone feeling slightly better, an author was coming into our school, a very well known one too, people were excited, the anonymous author Andy Macnab was coming into our school, a guy who's identification has to be hidden for safety reasons was coming into our school to talk to us. The conversations around the school at lunch time went like this:

Boys 'Oh my God, I can't believe Andy Macnab is coming in, I bet he brings in guns, I can't wait'

Girls 'Who's Andy Macnab?'

Andy did not disappoint, he was funny, exciting and an all round great guy. He did not accept my marriage proposal.

Thursday and Saturday

Thursday happened. It was my birthday, my friend Teddy and family came round for dinner, and it was a pretty good day, especially because of a certain someone at school who will remain nameless but I think they read my blog. Sometimes. The first picture is of a Caterpillar cake which was pretty damn good. 

Saturday was one of the best days since the last time I said it which wasn't too long ago. My friends Arthur, Teddy and I trecked up to Gillingham to see them play the not so mighty Morecambe. We got up there 2 and a half hours before the game because I was super organised and thought there was more to Gillingham. Not to worry, we bought the tickets (making sure to sit in the rough chantey stand to ensure maximum football experience), met a couple of the players and ate lunch in Macdonalds. We then got biscuits and more sweets than a sweet shop for the actual game. An hour before the game and my friend Arthur says 'Shall we go get our seats and soak up the atmosphere of the pre-match hype', the atmosphere that we got was a near empty stadium with the only seats filled being us a girl, 3 boys and a Dad in our stand, safe to say it was going to get pretty tasty. 20 minutes before the game was due to kick off and it got packed, the end we were sitting in for home supporters behind one of the goals was near enough full up, the away supporters had 18, I could literally count each individual with their sad looking flag. The game got underway and Gillingham scored, we all went crazy until Morecambe came back, 1-1, the game got closer and closer to ending a draw, Gillingham fans around us got more and more frustrated, with chants such as 'Gillingham, Gillingham, Gillingham...etc.' becoming chants such as 'Northern wan*ers'. This anger was shown when a Morecambe player went down half a yard from the tiny barrier separating the fans from the pitch, all fans in the stand we were in were standing up, shouting abuse at the referee and the player himself, some were trying to get in his face, I kind of felt sorry for the guy. Gillingham finally scored a last minute goal in extra time to make it 2-1 and the final whistle went to sound of 15,000 Gillingham fans chanting 'We are top of the league said we are top of the league'. I left the stadium buzzing but with a sore throat, Teddy told me that I was being so loud but it was all good because so was he.

Good day

Until next time

Will :)

So what happened this week?

I have found a problem with this blog...I can't remember what I have done this week, like at all, it's slowly coming back to me but with little importance. So I will focus on yesterday, Saturday, 10th November.

Song of the week - The les Clochards - Sledgehammer - purely because I saw them street performing in       Edinburgh, they are hilarious, I have a photo of them on my 'Project 365'.

Saturday - Lost in London

Before I start, let me take you back to Friday, I was talking to my dad and he suggested I go up to London to see the 'Lord Mayor's Parade', it was pretty good, yeah, expert review from Will there. After following some directions that my Dad had written down on a piece of paper as to where to stand, I found myself walking towards some police officers to ask for their photograph, I only did this because I would never see them again and I don't think they can arrest me for it...Which is why I'm now writing this from inside a prison cell.

Only kidding nan, I took a couple of photos of them and then walked off towards where I guessed the parade would come past. I stood next to the wrong person. The really wrong person. He is pictured in photo 9, he blew his whistle at everything, was heckling everyone and seemed insistent on talking to everyone around him. As soon as I pressed the shutter button over his head I knew it was a mystake, he turns, sees that my camera is bigger than his and says 'That's a bloody big camera', seeing that everyone is looking at myself and the grown up problem child I reply, 'Yeah, I'll do you a trade?', it takes a second for me to realise what I've said as I look at his tiny digital camera and theres a small moment where I think he's taken me serious, nope, all good, he turns round to a woman in a n army uniform and shouts 'I like a girl in uniform', saved by the military.

If you are looking at my photos and thinking 'why has Will taken two pictures of the same policeman, well it's because I haven't been able to take photos of people under their noses without other people noticing so I guess I took the oppertunity.

Before leaving London in the afternoon, I took a chance to go into the British library, I heard that there were some pretty historically cool stuff in there. I was right. In a darkened room there was original scribbling from the Beatles, copies of bibles, Handel's 'And the glory of the lord' on scruffy manuscript paper and Jane Eyre notes. But. What they will not tell you is that in the room with a copy of the Magna carta, do not press the buttons with the intresting questions written on them. Picture this, silent room, everyone in awe of the history in that very space, the scripture laying there delicately, silence of utter attention, I spot a selection of interactive questions saying such things as 'Why is the Magna Carter so hard to read?', I press the said button thinking that it would be text displayed and I could read it like an intellectual and then silently nod so my piers could see I had taken the information in and we were at the same intellectual level. No. Instead, the answer came blaring out of a loudspeaker in the corner of the room 'THE MAGNA CARTER IS SO HARD TO READ BECAUSE MONKS IN MEDEIVAL TIMES...', everyone turns to see a very red faced Will, but whats more, I couldn't walk away and pretend it was somebody else because it was quite a small room, I had to stand there, nod at the relayed information, furthermore the lady who was loudly answering my question said 'If you would like to magnify the Magna Carter there is an interactive computer in the opposite corner of this room...', oh no, I am not falling for that one again, in case it blares out some industrial heavy metal music while I read.


Until next week

Will :)

Halloween and half-term

Listening to music is one of the only activities that uses 100% of your brain. - In that case, this blog will be done using 0% of my brain...

Song of this week - Jake Bugg - Two fingers

How's it going? This week has been one of the busiest and most fun half terms in my schooling education, nope, that didn't make sense. I've seen fireworks, halloween masks and a reflection of myself dancing which made me question my dignity for the 10000000th time.

Last Saturday

I spent last Saturday in Folkestone, in the town of all my dreams, if all my dreams were about a town which has really lost its shine, a town which if a bomb hit it, it would probably be an improvement. But it has charm...Well when I say charm I mean that it has my Nan and my best friend living there, apart from that its pretty grim.

Monday - The day of the crying lady

I have grown up in this part of Kent since the age of four, when we first moved here, instead of sending me to school on the first day, my parents took me to Dover castle, the key to England, with nearly 1000 years of history, although apparently this 1000 years of history isn't enough for visitors (me included) because English Heritage have recently put in lots of hands on things and spent quite alot of money making the place look slightly more realistic...Because that matters to general man from Dover in his tracksuit accompanied by rot viler and prison tag. Not to stereotype. The first photo was taken at Dover castle when I was curious to see what I'd look like with a shield in a battle, by the looks of it, I look pretty pathetic and if I was standing against Sauron in Lord of the rings, he would have broken me in half. My mum and I were standing in the great hall, which almost lives up to the name 'Great', I'd have given it the name 'adequate hall' so that expectations aren't smashed as soon as the 'great hall' turns out to be a broom cupboard with a little table. But I digress, the hall is pretty majestic, hence the last photo of the obviously fake crown jewels and a woman is standing opposite my mum and I, she was crying, in public, in front of people...So they could see her, I then realised that she was trying to talk to my mum and I, saying 'I just feel so emotional in this room', I guess my mum and I naturally ignore attention seekers who have watched too much 'Most haunted'.

Tuesday - The day of the pumpkins

Today, my friends Laura and Teddy came round and we carved pumpkins, it wasn't planned but after 2 hours of guitar hero, Teddy and I were pretty bored, the photos are above, including the moment where Laura got pretty annoyed with the way her pumpkin looked so decided to stab all the knives we were using into them, something tells me I wont be getting on the wrong side of her..., also the moment when we didnt have any candles so held the pumpkins up to my light to see what they'd look like.

Wednesday - Just dance, but not like that

This was the day that I woke up, realised my friends were coming round, Teddy and Arthur turned up and we played Xbox all morning, our particular favourite game was essentially just where we had to beat each other up, yeah, we're teenagers...easily amused, slightly damaged teenagers. In the evening, I had been invited...(probably invited myself) to a dinner that my parents were going to, Karen, the lady who's dinner it was actually reads my blog, I think, so Karen, kudos on the dinner, pretty damn good. Afterwards, I schooled her daughter on the nintendo wii and a game called 'Just dance', by 'schooling' her daughter, I mean I lost, really badly, one day I will get a rematch and win...

Thursday - Time to stick two fingers up to cancer

I woke up today realising that it was November, the first day of it infact and that 'Movember' had started. If you don't know what Movember is, it is where men grow mustaches to raise money and awareness of male cancers. I ask that you join me in my quest to grow a monstrosity on my face and donate to my 'Movember' page. The link is just below this. Please give what you can, anything will be appreciated.

http://uk.movember.com/mospace/4519301

Friday - Fireworks and Derren Brown

Today Laura and Teddy came over because they have a habit of living at my house, Teddy and Laura weren't in the mood to go and play a gig just up my road, and none of us were keen to pay £5 to watch some fireworks so we found an alternative - stay indoors, play guitar hero, watch television, eat pizza and relax. It came to 7 o'clock and I was just standing in the garden getting some air when a man with a megaphone suddenly blared out 'Are you ready Deal? The button will be pressed in 10 minutes and the fireworks will be launched', I ran inside grabbed coats, Teddy and Laura and we stood outside, while our faces lit up, who knew applying heat to different metals combined with gunpowder would be so beautiful? (The Chinese). I lived so close to the place that the fireworks were being launched from that there was no need to pay money, it was a lovely night.

Until next week

Will :)

'I'm not your mum'

Hey there, I've been in bed and ill for the first 3 days of this week, so not too much happened then, but I think I can muster a few tales of embarrassment and a couple of photos. Let's go!

Songs of the week - Keane 'Somewhere only we know'
                               Nizlopi 'JCB song'

Football

It's been a weird old week (using the word weird because I only learned how to spell the word this week), I was sleeping off and on and watching football with my dad. My family only very recently got 'Sky' when we moved into the new house, it's great having all the channels and pretty much unlimited choice over what to watch, the only problem is, my dad is usually watching the sport and my mum is watching a house hunting programme with the balding heart-throb - Phil spencer. I don't know about anyone reading this but football intimidates me, not the sport, not playing it, but the talking about it, I don't know any players, I can just about follow a football team (Ipswich town, bottom of the league right now with an absent manager) but when someone tries to engage in a conversation on a level about players, I don't really know what to say. Massive men in British pubs talking about 'the game', that's not where I belong.

Library 

I live round the corner (plus a little walk) from a fantastic library, not boasting, just putting it out there. And I read, ladies, form a queue. I've spent the second half of my week trying to hunt down a book called 'Outlaw', after finishing one of series of Angus Donald books, I realised I had read the third one in the saga, so now my goal is to read the other three, not a major goal, just one I could probably accomplish.

The Manly yawn 

I realised something this week, I realised (using the word 'realised' twice because spell check doesn't like it) that when I walk down the street and a person, usually male is walking towards me on the same path, I will yawn, I don't mean to do it, but I literally do it all the time. After realising this, I tried hard not to be 'The guy who yawns at people' but I can't stop myself, maybe I should get more sleep.

Friday, Saturday

It's Friday, I have already broken up from school like a relationship turned sour and the half term is mine, trouble is, I don't want half term yet, I've spent most of the week away from school, I kind of want to be out of the house, when I feel like this, I head to Folkestone, the town of all my dreams. Not. I set the sky box to record Derren Brown's 'Apocalypse', which is convenient because when walking through Folkestone town, it feels like walking through an apocalyptic world and head out on the train, the evening goes fine, etc. until I try ringing home. Separate paragraph needed for this. Pretty embarrassing, even for me.

I can't remember why I was ringing home but I can remember what I said, the conversation went abit like this:

*Ring Ring*

Person at the other end of the phone: Hello

Me: Hi mum, it's William

Person: It's Callum's mum, I am a mum but I'm not yours Will

Me (Struggling for what to say): Oh, in that case, goodbye

I had rung my best friend's house and called his mum my mum. What must she have thought? 'Oh, that Will just rings up peoples houses and accuses them of being his mum, he just does it for kicks'. So yeah, pretty awkward.

Until next week

Will - Are you my mummy? - That doctor who episode scared the living daylights out of me.

Oh. For. Folks'. Sake. I'm. So. Ill

Hello there, I am so ill, it isn't even funny, not that it's funny when I'm usually ill. I have the worst cold I have ever had. Ever. Since last week, I have been surrounded by germs, whether it be a man on a bus who kept coughing and sneezing, dirty computers at school with over the top bacteria or my friends Toby and Alex licking the back of my hand when I wasn't paying attention because they realised that I don't like to be licked (Because that's a thing they do). I mean come on, it was hard to avoid the nasty cold. But I digress, on with the post.

Song of the week - Jonny Kearney & Lucy Farrell - Letters to Lenore

Monday

I'm not sure if it happened this particular day because it happens literally every day. One word, the word that must not be spoken because it just feels wrong. Stagecoach. I hate this company with a passion, the whole setup of public transport buses puts my stomach on edge. So it's pouring with rain, I stand alongside some other bus-takers and wait for the 15X, this is a bus which is never on time, it literally surprises me when it is on time, to the point where I have to check my watch hasn't stopped. I get on, sit down on the right side in the middle because I only sit on the right side of any vehicle. Sad, I know. The music is on and the bus ride is going fine, there's a sticky patch on the floor but I try not thinking too much about it, when suddenly a giant of a man gets on, literally huge, he falls into the seat next to me, pulls out a hanker-chief and coughs, only half on the cloth. This happens until we near where I have to get off, I panic, this man is quite old, is he able to stand up to let me off the bus or is he going to stay seated and make me climb across him? Will I have to forcibly move him to get past him or will he fight back? Maybe he does want a fight. I look down at myself to see I am not in peak physical shape and realise that I could not take on this man in a fight. I then contemplate just waiting it out, missing my stop entirely and out of politeness and social embarrassment just stay on the bus until this man needs to get off. Just as my crazy train of thought builds up into whether I should make a big thing of pressing the button, maybe nod at him at the same time, he presses the button, he is getting off at the same place as me. I get off and I have never seen that giant of a man since. Maybe he reads minds.

Thursday

This is the day where I spent the afternoon in the local library. No, really, I did. I spent the morning doing some ICT coursework and generally moping around being very ill, but in the afternoon I had to get out. I decided to sit in the nice warm library rather than the nice warm house. I walked through the misty entrance into a world where it was clear that I was out of my depth, I had no idea what the normal behavior was in a library, do people normally just sit down and read? Am I supposed to announce what I read to my piers? Do I take down a piece of classic English literature, turn to the rest of the room and say in my poshest accent, 'I will now be reading a piece of classic English literature', furthermore will people then look up from their classic English literature and applaud me, will I be congratulated and told that it was a fantastic read and that I should come here more often? No, what actually happened is I sat down with non fiction book called ' Kent's crime', great opening, satisfying middle, disappointing end.

So sorry for the briefness of this week's post, I am so tired and ill I think I will just go to bed, maybe a relaxing Sunday will kill off this cold, cheers for reading.

Until next week

Will :)

My band finally got on a CD

Hello! No! Don't go, I am sorry I didn't do a post yesterday, I was out last night and I have so much to show and tell you that I didn't want to rush it. How have you been? Good? Ah that's nice, well here's what I got up to in the week and as promised, some of mine, Lauras and Teddy's music. Let's kick it. Not literally, just, a tap to get the week going.

Song of the week - 'Alleyway' by Life In Film

Sunday - My nan has Twitter.

A week ago today, my Nan and Grandad came over for what has to be one of the best roast dinners I have ever had. Something my Nan found hilarious was the fact that I had essentially broken into her house, eaten her food and left without much of a trace. She had blamed my Grandad for eating some biscuits, I am not sure how long she will dine off this tale but I can already feel it being written into a birthday card or two. Like  her birthday this year where inside the card I put a note saying '1 Fully paid ticket to the old people's home'. I'm such a good grandson. Anyway, onto the thing that physically made me step back and laugh quite hard, my Nan has a twitter (the thing that young people have where they tell the world whenever they do something non significant, such as 'eating a piece of toast LOL'), she said that she only got it so that she could complain to Morrisons for something about bananas, I blew her mind when I asked what she put as the hash tag (#). My only fear is that my Nan will have more followers than me. I have still not found her twitter but I am sure I will stumble across it.

Monday - Drunk Douglas

The day was Monday, I was waiting for my friend Sarah to give her guitar capo back when along wanders a guy stumbling up to me, with my purple headphones, I was naturally terrified. 'Scuse me mate', the eloquent gentleman spoke, 'You English?', my foreign looks had potentially let me down, 'Urm, yeah', 'you play guitar?', 'Yeah I do' I replied. 'What are you doing Will? Just walk away, nobody normally takes an interest in the guitar on my back' I thought. 'Ah, well when you make a CD mention me, my name's Douglas' he said as he tripped off the curb but somehow stayed upright, like a very drunk super hero. I agreed and left pretty promptly, so if I'm ever big and famous, I'll dedicate it to you drunk Douglas. I never did give the capo back to Sarah.

Wednesday - The horror film 

My friends Toby, Alex, Will and I have been watching horror film trailers all week, we so happened to stumble upon a horror film just released and decided to go on the Wednesday. Toby's mum was taking us which meant because I was in the front seat - an awkward conversation with a woman I had only met once. She was very nice though and the whole journey was made up of Toby, Will and Alex bigging themselves up and saying how scared I'd be. They were right to do so. The film was literally the scariest film I'd ever seen, plus the most gory, scenes of people being decapitated and children killing their families. When I got back I noticed that there was a massive hole in my bedroom ceiling (picture 3), my dad had apparently put his foot through the roof and I could now partially see into my loft, it really didn't help that the film was based around a mass murderer who lift in the family's loft. How I wish we had seen Madagascar 3.

Saturday two sessions of recording and we almost lost Laura

My band is on a CD. Granted its with other musicians and we are really just a filler for 10 minutes but us, on a CD that people can buy, that's crazy. Lemme take you back a few hours:

10:00 AM - I wake up and nobody is in the house, I find a note saying 'William, hoover the house and make sure your room is tidy, Kevin is coming to look at the ceiling'. This is a bit weird, is that a job? Somebody who just comes to look at the ceiling? The funny thing is, that is literally what he did, he walked into my room, saw the hole and said 'Yeah, I'll fix that', I could have done that!

12:00 PM - Teddy and Laura arrive, I show them both the hole in my roof and we get down to some serious catching up. Because that's how a band meeting should be - Oh hey, the ceiling might fall down, but anyway, what have you been up to?.

13:00 PM - After deciding the songs we are going to play that evening, we head into town to buy some lunch, I say lunch, Laura bought an advent calender and had that for lunch, I had some pom bear crisps and Teddy ate some cold pizza, an army marches on its stomach, my band plays on fizzy drinks and hate from Santa Claus.

14:00 PM - We decide to record some music, just a couple of songs that we have written and a cover or two, I will put the links at the bottom of this post.

16:00 PM - after sitting in different rooms trying to write more songs, we give up and myself and Laura start doing dance moves to one of the songs we recorded. The embarrassing video is going to be put at the bottom of the post.

7:00 PM - We roll to the venue. And by that I mean we walk very slowly to the church where the CD is being recorded. I don't like churches, they are boring, cold and depressing, so I go to the corner shop to buy some munchies. Just as we get into the church and are told what is going to happen, we ask where Laura is, the lady who is organising says 'Well, I got her email, she said she was coming, I am sure she will be here in a minute', this scares me and Teddy because Laura was literally going in the door when we last saw her, I panicked, ran down to the road and started calling out her name, like she was some kind of lost puppy. Suddenly, she walks down towards me and all is well. The gig goes very well and the CD is out in the next month, I will give more details when I get them.

So all in all, it's been a funny kind of week, apologies that the writing has not been amazing but to make up for it, here is some of our music:

(Appologies for the volume on my song, you need to turn it up quite high to hear it but remember to turn it back down after!)

Will Inglis' song 'Invisible man' - By For Folks' Sake.

Laura Fairfax's song - By For Folks' Sake

Adele - Rolling in the deep - Covered by For Folks' Sake

Keston Cobbler's Club - You Go - Covered by For Folks' Sake + Will and Laura's dance

Until the next time

Will :)

Muchos Muchos appologies

Hey there, the blog will come tomorrow, I am so tired, I have just been at a recording session with the band. Tomorrow's blog will have songs, videos, pictures and of course, this charming man.

Post number one - A sad goodbye and a mistaken identity

Woah, hey there! It's me, you know, that charming young man from that highly intellectual blog and guess what, I'm back, in a different format with the same kind of embarrassing stories. I've had a couple of weeks off and I am back. I'll be doing these posts once a week-ish, not for a specific amount of time, but hey, let's get this show on the road.

Song of the week; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJA69C6SlRk

Today we say goodbye to a fantastic man 

Okay, so this happened at the end of last week but I wanted to put it in here. My Grandad's funeral was last week and it was very sad, the journey that I had been making almost every year since I was 11 was to be made again, under very sad circumstances, I may never go back there but I'm glad I said goodbye. 

Oh my god, it's Marvin from JLS!

Thursday night and I am meeting my friends Phoebe and Steff at the local skate park. We sit and talk for about 20 minutes until one of their friends come. In the half light I can see that she is almost completely out of it, drunk to the point of not caring. Phoebe and Steff are talking to the girl while I play tetris on my phone when suddenly I hear, "Oh my god, it's Marvin from JLS", I look up to see she is shouting this to me, I reply with, "urm...Hullo" (no idea why I did this), the next thing I know she thrusts her half empty Strongbow bottle at me and demands that I sign it, I don't know why I did it but I was actually signing it - "Marvin, from JLS" with a star next to it because I imagine that's what celebrity's signitures look like. I think the laughable ordeal is over when suddenly she shouts out, "hey guys, come here, it's Marvin from JLS", suddenly out of the darkness comes 15 other teenagers, all very drunk, all willing to accept that I was the pop star. Hugs and handshakes come at me from all angles, once again I am signing bottles and pieces of paper, a group of girls is now around me asking me how 'Aston' was and if a new album was to be released, before I could answer a boy shouts out, "a photo, take a photo", soon after, cameras appear and flash is going off left right and centre. I hope that these teenagers woke up Friday morning, were confused by the signed drinks bottles and looked at their phones, seen the photos and vowed never ever to drink again. I made my escape from the "fans" when one boy turned to another and said, "I f*cking hate JLS, I'm gonna headbutt him". I think it's safe to say I had my fifteen minutes of fame.

Friday is gig night

The end of the week is so good, there is not a drug in the world that can make you feel as good as the Friday feeling. I'd like to retract that statement because I have just been told that ecstasy is abit like the Friday feeling but while having the Friday feeling you are riding purple dragons and eating tubby custard with Mr Blobby (hallucinations may vary). But yeah, I had a few songs ready to be tried out in front of a fairly tame lovely group of people. Teddy came and just behind Teddy was Teddy version 2, Teddy 2.0 if you like, or to give him his actual title, Teddy's brother, Rory. Rory was in flip flops, a t-shirt and shorts, it was 7 degrees outside. 7. I got up and played my first song 'Leezie Lindsay', I played it at my Grandad's funeral and it had a really strong effect, it had a slightly different one in this music club. People had been drinking for about 2 hours so people were fairly tipsy, by the second chorus I had people stamping their feet and singing along but my favourite reaction was from a guy called Dean who came out of the toilets behind the performing area at this exact time that I was playing and tried to cover this fact up by standing next to me and doing a very slow 'robot' dance, but instead of a sleek cool computer style robot dance, he ended up doing a drunk washing machine style walk.

Saturday, wait

Okay, so it's Saturday, I have just had a curry, a cider, seen the football team that I support get stuffed 2-1 and am now writing this after a pretty normal day for me. The day started with a train journey to Folkestone, I was going to meet my friend Arthur and chill out in Folkestone. I was on the train listening to music, in my own little world thinking about how weird it is that all the people on this train and in my carriage would never be in the same place ever again, how this was a once in a lifetime oppertunity to meet these people when suddenly a hand is infront of my face, waving. I instantly jump up and hit my head on the overhead shelves, it's the ticket man, he just wanted my ticket but instead ended up with a lanky teenager in some slapstick comedy. I met my friend Arthur, he beat me on his play station and I left knowing that I had done my part in our friendship. On the platform that I was standing on a homeless man was begging for "any small change", most people were ignoring him but I didn't, I strolled up, dropped 2 pounds into his cup and said, "you need it more than I do mate", I had literally become the hero in society, I walked away thinking I was a modern day Jesus, I tripped and had to check nobody was looking, I'm Will and everybody was looking.

That's your lot, see ya!