what a crap fucking day, so crap i dont want to speak about it

blissful is the knowledge that there is loud music freaking out in your ears to drown out your piteous sorrows.
sigur ros is the knowledge that shall be kept at bay that this was not the best of the days.
and sigur ros hath a new album out challanging those who cannot spell to go forth and not use the internet to search out words but to actually ask someone. I mean, who actually asks speaks to people anymore? so absolutely damn passe.
out there the cat scared of cars doesnot know whether to walk each stride times four after each times four stride to greet the welcome safedom of owners home or to hide round the corner till theyve all gone home. its very loud for an ear of mine so far finer an ear that you the cat has i can imagine what a bellow you get each passing car fart rhyme.
Sent off the bonusprint films (x2) to be focused onto film paper. beautiful sunset over the back tonight, shame of my location here at home as there are too many trees and not a high enough viewing point to take in it all with my photographic lens.

pain anguish release success

toms party yesterday got very drunk lost in the walks of cambridge made it to sleep at 4 slept in missed transport coach to start of london to cambridge bike ride. got the train to the start, started in sunshine nice not too hot loads and loads of people. for those who did it on anything other than a road bike i have much admiration for! i did it without stopping at all in 2 hours and 40 mins which i am extremely happy with hungover 3 hours sleep no breakfast no one helping me taking the air away from the front, so im damn happy! the route was very good, hilly and undulating till the last hill before the flats of cambridgeshire and then you know that your there going to make it energy lust forgotten pure adrenaline fuelling the legs now on. apparently i passed quite a few of the other people from the company on the ride, did not see them. head down grind grind out that rhythm. hangover back in full force slept most of it off this afternoon.
amstrong gets his record 6th tour de france victory after todays final stage up to paris.

thomas dietz is #1

Thomas Dietz, german juggler extroadinaire, is the worlds official number one juggler. vova and olga got the team title. Well done to them all!!! Look forward to the vids!
Armstrong is now in yellow after winning two mountain stages, this in the alps, finally beating thomas voekler away from the yellow where he has been since gaining it and keeping it for nine days. L’Alpe d’Huez time trial tomorrow. Thats some serious fucking time trial. Lance Armstrong starts last due to his number one status in the race.

home and rents

just back from the cinema. ive seen the final film at cambridge film festival 2004, before sunset, and was totally blown aback by its true inspired makeup. it was in realtime, all one fluid motion from start to finish following two characters a woman and a man around their complexed lifes twining itself together to climax in a nice happy end. i was coated in sweat with arms and back laiden with bags as one was at the parents this weekend and having got back in cambridge in time to catch the film humid air and exertions of walking heavied the forhead with sweat.
... would right more, now very tired... <:<

if this were a blank page then itd be pretty empty. if this were music then it would be dogs die in hot cars. if this were a movie then itd be go further. if this were some art, hanging on my this here wall then itd be some omnipotent sadoclassic musing of unheard of noones, but that. i made up. if it were to be a photograph then im not sure. not sure not sure at all.
im beginining to think that there are not fucking enough words out there. time is telling. time is now. I am fucking goddamn knackered at the moment of time, yet still I still move on ahead of all behind me. that is what i strive for, thats what keeps me going. this week. this week i have already seen 2 films of great excellence, both of which were finished late in the nights. last night, for example i was back here a shadow after 0030, the night before deeper in the night at 0130. its taking its heavier and heavier toll at work and on the soul.
gaull and bloodfull hollow horror monday night with korean film rising stairs. frank horrors of modernity humour funny very funny ghost like look at fuckupd world of 21st century capitalists in the tremendous go further. pure words dont do this amazing film justice, ill stop. Im off tonight to see the locals, which is apparently another horror film. this time its from new zealand.
photos were taken today. not many but a few. walked in this morning as a puncture appeared on the front wheel on the grift to the company yesterday. the company with eye in goal lost to another company by four goals to 2. quite very angry last night soon cooled off shower did the calming good. radioactive on the ears very tasted, very grand.
forgot to mention, the soundtrack of go further was truly great. must find out whos on it and to get some of the mp3s off it. go further. not available on site soundtrack information unfortunately.

71.84 miles

yeah thats right, i did an epic bike ride yesterday with the cambridge cycling club out to somewhere south of bedford. tire blowout fortunately at the bottom of 43mph hill fortunately not doing that much at the time just coasting letting the group rebunch up. fortunately for me someone did the replacement repair for me, i did not have my pump (i have a mtn bike one but not a roadie one) or a spare inner tube or indeed a bit of spare tyre to fix my cheepo worn through tire. Whats up with my bike? always breaking, always needing fixing.

Looks like I am playing football for the company against another team from another company. wooohooo. id rather play badminton tomorrow night, maybe i can, but if they need me then im there!

I got a new camera on saturday! its a nikon f80. Im hankering after a digital slr, thatll be when im loaded with a proper fulltime job or when ive saved more wonger up. When I have not gone and bought things like an ipod mini, which i preordered off amazon, with some cds and a book. Buts that how it should be. Learn if this camera takey pictures thing is for one, dont spend all the pocket in one gush. think about things slowly, then when the moment is right grab it with all your might, slamming both eyes out of everyone that stands in your path.

yesterday after getting home, completely knackered from the biking, had some lunch showered. trying to gather self again oncemore from the abys looking outside onto the rainy street before abait to go myself into the street walking into town to see some of the world music on at parkers piece in town. the first band were playing african music and were very good the world of people ahead of them griving and grooving with their vibey rhythm. second and (my) final were a band from doncaster mixing lots of different flavors of musica, some good some regular some shite. took my new camera not opportunity to catch any scenes and not feeling like taking any photos, perhaps this will pass i hope so. ive the camera i shall take pictures!!! to solve that i need to take some and also look into getting cheep development and cheep supply of film for my burdgoning need!

post ton again

another post ton 5 ball session in the sun. fucking tired from work, long week. j session not too hot other than that tho, perhaps a symptom of tiredness the glass of bubbly and another of red wine earlier. tats it.

damp wringing

so. summer is not yet here. it was here before lena came to be our new housemate but since it has been raining or occasionally sunny. okay it was very sunny over the weekend but not what proper sun should be like. today was totally fucking sick. on the way home after a long day at the office. the rain threw itself down onto the ground full terminal speed of velocity. within seconds i was very wet getting even more saturated every millisecond passing by. then there were puddles. not mere little dinky shallow puddles. ahah. no. mature rivers scouring the road of distinkt dryness and swatting all about into soakedness. not that i could see these patches of ocean with my rainsmacked sunnies and the texture of the puddles not being very much different to my speeding eyes kaning it home asap. it was fun. yes. puddles now sit upon my floor as trophies to the gambit of a journey to the 189 from work. what rain, where are you summer come back now and show your bright happy face.
I did 1 hours bedroom juggling to underworld 100 days off on the md. i did an impressive 125*4= 500 catches of 4-fountain 124 catches of 5ball cascade and other non record achievements flowing fucking excellently tonight. the arms are very stiff from playing badminton tuesday night.

badminton on tuesday night was brilliant. i have only played badminton once since moving to cambridge, within the first week of getting here. it was super to throw down cruncking smashes getting rid of a hell of a lot of built up stress and anguish from the last fucking streesed oht months. juggling is good, music is good. neither shade closely to what can be wiped off the brain stress when youve got badminton in the same hand. aching like a mother. first of all the day after, yesterday, it was the inside leg chaffing that accompanies the sweat rash and made much much worse by the bike ride home in the wet swamped clothes after 3 hours of sport [note to self: change of clothes after badminton!]. then today my right arm is aching like a bitch. the gripping muscles, and the upper arm muscles too.

fucking ace jumping in your fat fryup face

yes its monday again! yet again could not sleep last night probably due to the big mug of green tea that i snorted earlier that evening and the talk talk of the housemates in the room below, not that i blame them it dont, i read some of my now finished (today i finished it at lunchtime) catcher in the rye very interesting yet distant from todays reality mind change good as always when it takes one to a new place out of your face kind of fakie.
boy im really throwing the juggling thing down. yesterday i did two sessions both sides of the sun apres and post midi with both clubs and balls. toady i got home grubbed off the face and picked up my gear and went out to the spot, a new spot, down the end of the garden beside the apple tree. i did an hour of juggling getting lots of shit done. made a post ton run on the five ball cascade. listening to metallica's latest album on the md really fucking good actually, good album not perfuct juggling musica but some really damn fast futile feasty feats of fuckup to keep me funking.
read (scanned) the booklet for the cambridge film festival. awesome jems to be seen. so many too. oh the joys of film.
updated the website: www.big-andy.co.uk which i bought the name for last week. its a redirect with some issues but its cheep and fine for the first ever my name site. excellent.