16th July

Not blogged for a while, I decided to use my week constructively and get drunk. I don't know what to do this weekend, I can't decide wether I would rather go out and party, or just invite a couple of mates round to chill, either way is good.

If you can have nightmares and daydreams, can you have daymares? and why are dreams just called dreams and not nightdreams?

Probably a silly question but whatever.

I like how on the bus ride home the tree's on route grow into the shape of the top of a bus.

I Like how charity shops arrange clothes in colour order instead of style.

7th July

Why do mobile phone numbers start with +447 but when you dial them you type 07 instead of +447. I have a tendency not to save numbers in my mobile phone, I’m still convincing my self that I will replace this ‘temp’ sim card, despite having it since April. Anyway, so when I get a text the number comes up as +447 in my inbox, however if I want to ring that person I have to type 07. I just don’t understand. Why don’t the texts just use 07 or why can’t I just type +447 on my number pad, does anyone know the story behind this?

You know when you have to do one of those catcha things on like facebook or myspace whatever. Well have you ever noticed that next to it there is a little disabled icon which you can click. Well I clicked it today but sadly I don’t have the right version of quick time to watch it. Will someone click one for me and tell me what it does.

I’m not pleased with myself today, my fish tank is still dirty. I can see the first struggling to breathe in there now, but for some reasons this doesn’t seem a big enough motivator to make me actually clean it, I think I best go do it before they die

5th and 6th July

6^th July 09

My college tutor had set a task for us to blog our summer for a project he had in the pipeline for when I go back in September. He said it had to be about taking up a new hobby or sport, something along those lines. As you could probably tell from my body shape I don’t do sports, I go swimming once a week, however even that seems to have slowly comet o a halt. Nether the less I don’t like sport, unless you could drinking and wanking, in which case I’m definitely a contender for London 2012

On my walk home today I saw a sign that I had never seen before, I knew you could get silly ones, Jeremy Clarkson had clearly pointed it out to me, but I really liked this one. It said “West Yorkshire Police Horse Watch” I thought ok fair enough, but the thing I enjoyed the most was the tag line. “Fighting the Equine Crime” what a classic sign. I mean if you are a horse owner, getting you horse stolen is probably a big deal, similar to my worries about getting my phone or wallet robbed when I walk though town. Yet, how the fuck do you rob a horse?! It’s not like you can just pick it up and run, even putting it into a car would be a struggle, you know, considering it’s a big 7ft living creature and all that.

I considered watching the local cricket match on the way home, however I don’t really like cricket and it’s starting to rain, fuck it.

5^th July 09

Keighley had some sort of train celebration day today. A man came up to me, in between getting his wife to film him play ‘duelling banjo’s’ on a banjo we have in, and told me about it.
He said; “ We’re from Manchester, but just up today because the whole train thing”

After work I thought I would join in the fun and instead of my usual 662 bus I would get a train home. It was nice, every time one of the old steam trains pulled into the station a 50’s jazz band would burst into song whilst someone would talk about the train that had just pilled in. I was sat on platform 1 and could see the trains across the station pulling into platform 4; this was until a horrible, loud, run-down Morecombe train pulled into platform 2 blocking my view.

Anyway it was back to Bradford for me, on what would be my 7^th train of the weekend. Oh the joys of public transport…… and as I wrote that I was told that “Northern Rail are sorry to announce the 15.28 train to Leeds has been cancelled, Northern Rail are sorry for any inconvenience caused.” Fucking trains! Back to the 662 for me then.