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!
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