I just cant get it off. Its an Alton Towers tag wrist thing, ill see how long it lasts.
Well my youngest sister and I are having a unscedulled stay in Rainhill (near liverpool and even nearer st.Helens (birth place of Carcass and Jonny Vegas) eek bracketts (spelling mistake) in bracketts).
So im staying at various relatives all week, along with being stared at by the locals. They never seen a man eat so many chi...i mean wear a band tee-shirt and have hair that exceeds 7mm in length.
Woe is me, this place is so unispiring, and my CD player has run out of battery's *cry*. Out side seems so hostile, while inside it feels like some odd existence in a world where there is no where else. And i cant fuel my music lust for there are no shops. (those who know me understand)
Gaa! My sister and cousin are playing "clifford the big red dog" game thing with irritating narrating (spelling mistake?) and abrasive colours, Clifford is taking a shit on my mood.
Its not as bad as i make it all out to be.....well maybe. i do have my relatives for which i am greatful.
On to Alton Towers, (im working backwards) i dont like rides so this was'nt my kind of holiday. I feel bad because alot of people only dream of a trip to Alton Towers, so i feel a little ungratful and spoilt with my snooty comments which may follow.
The food was pretty awful and it was pretty disorganised. Ad we had to pay for towel hire just after paying X-amount of pounds for the hotel room and other stuff.
"So many orange women in this land." It was true, some where there is a tanning merchant smiling while he pays for his new lamborghini in fiftys. It was like some kind of extreme chav fashion show, putting people of Camden market to shame. It looked like the girls had viced their breasts.
"Jesus God!" i soon regreted going on the tea-cup ride, as well as the new "Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory Ride" not because it was extreme but because it was shit (the wonka ride, the tea-cups had me freaked).
I wore two pairs of shorts in the swimming pool. i hads my reasons.
Since i feared the rides and did'nt have a change of clothes (even now! what shall i wear this week?) i went round the gardens and the castle. It made me sad seeing how this old castle had been totally neglected, and how this theme park had been built on its grounds, waa fools scoff at history, i thought there would be bad ass tours full of knowledge but no such luck. "He who dismisses history is likely to repeat it." thats only semi-relivent to this one man discussion but i like the quote. i just walked around the bird-shit covered ruins, trying to renavate it in my mind and imagining myself living there (without the theme park). yeah and i was rich and famous and i created (as i always do) the dodgy VH1 progamme's were nobodys (who only exist on these programmes) talk about the famous and what the famous have done. yeah i love that image. They were talking about my virginity and my mind.
i took The Holy Bible from my hotel room like every good american does.....What do you mean im not american!?
Wolf Eyes were very boring live.
Afrirampo were so damn amazing live!
I think i shall eat and read, its an old copy of the sword in the stone so its got that old book smell that i love so much.
sorry for inflicting this journal on anyone who reads it, but there is little to do here unless you're a hardcore mid-day TV talkshow fan.
Please comment i need something to read and reply to.
long comments would be very nice, since now my fingers have been worn to mere stubs from typing and composing this acursed journal entry for all you beautiful people.
Beautiful Aways confuses me wtf is up with that word? the spelling always changes.....

If im not back in a week tell my wife i love her.....but since a dont have a wife of anything similar or close tell my Music collection i love it.
also (yes sorry im not done yet im still bored) i had a dream about getting a chastidy belt but when i put it on it broke. Not because of my apendage (spelling mistake?). i then told aubrey about it in my dream and went drinking (again in my dream) i had some other dreams but i think im pushing my luck.

So remember LONG comments please, or lots of short ones....this is my message in a bottle. (is that the one that made Aubrey cry Sooze?)

Steak tar tar.