Yeah it sounds a tad obscure but I looked out my window just now and saw one trotting down the street looking for food. I watched it walk from the top of the road to the other end thinking, I want one, why get a cat OR a dog when you can get a dog type looking cat thing. So what if they rip off chickens heads, all they do is lay eggs and walk onto our plate with a delicious cheese and herb sauce.
Today it was cold, so cold it made my face go cold 
But anyway the weather was weird today. I went into town and was sitting in Starbucks by the window. Looking up out the window there was a huge black cloud coming this way, something that could end the world, like massive? Anyway I go to my friends “that’s gonna rain it is”
Finally after me chanting a rain song in my head (something like “rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain … rain) But it didn’t come as rain. due to the coldness it turned the rain into hail. Which wasn’t any old hailstones. They were the size of Skittles and slushy. We then had a debate if it was snow or hail. Then overhearing our conversation, some member of staff leaned over and goes “Well I’m out there clearing the table up .. trust me there’s a bit of snow there”. (Seriously that was so weird, its not like we asked for your input. But one of the girls decided to run out into it so we all chased her out too.
Then I had to bike home in it with numb hands and numb cheeks. And it wasnt a quick 10 minute downhill, I had to ride over 3 miles … uphill. And after being warm inside, turns out around near London it had been snowing. Its October .. nor normal! Bring back summer
It feels like the most unChristmasy time ever … but already , mid October there are adverts and Christmas gifts everywhere!
And this year after the credit crunch it doesn’t look like it’d be a great one. Early this month there was an advert on the ol’ tele box there was a Christmas ad for sofa deliveries. They guarantee that any sofa WILL be delivered before Christmas. And this was the first few days of October. Obviously it cant take more than 2 months to deliver a bit of leather, wood and cushion?
Knowing eveyoens luck itwill probably come Christmas Eve at 10PM … or later.
If you just picture one and just think how annoying they are. I was queuing up in WHSmith (Google it Americans) buying Kerrang magazine and some bluetac to stick up the posters that come with it. There was this one guy at the tills. He then ran off to try and get some more staff. Then this woman and man came in the queue behind me. And started saying things like “SO NO ONE IS AT THE TILLS?! THIS IS DISGRACEFUL” then the guy came back with a some woman. Then he went up to the staff member and started moaning at the fact he should somehow magic up some more staff and maybe a servant to aid them walking around the shop.
I felt like turning round and telling him to shut up. Everything in life isn’t perfect – especially people like you!
Look what someone did … they did my challenge.
Thanks Vanessa!
Today guys, I have a challenge. So Im gettin ready to go out right now. To cause havoc around town but anyway thats for another day. I have an hour left of time tyo spare so I put my music on.I put Hot Chip on and danced. Thats the challenge.
Find Hot Chip – Over and Over on YouTube or something. Press play and stand up. And dance for all of the 5:48 minutes.
It is fun 
Taking a picture would be nice. Send it to charlie.transmission@googlemail.com
I need something to make me smile
I haven’t posted in the past few days due to lack of Internet connection. Sorry about that. Anyway today is just a normal Friday, TV, Xbox and staying up late. A friend was meant to come round so I tidied my room (I even hoovered and polished!) But they couldn’t come because there was a fall out between them and their parents.
Nevertheless today’s been good. Last lesson of the day I had to do the Bleep Test (Google it), basically it is two lines with a 20m gap in between and it goes beep. You have to run to the next line before the beep. And they get faster as time goes on. Each 8th beep there will be a new level. I only got up to level 8. But I did feel I was going to collapse and throw up so I just stopped there.But I was as far as I can remember something like 6th in the class.
No school for a week – yay! So here comes going out everyday, getting home late and getting up the next morning after midday!
Perfect.
Sorry I haven’t posted recently. I actually forgot about it completely until I got an email saying I had a comment. A rare occurrence yes.
But lets put that behind us. And talk about hair. My hair is a mess. I don’t know what to do with it. Its too long to spike up, but too short to have long. (That made no sense but it is true … BELIEVE ME)
It is really thick ontop and quite alot shorter roundthe sides so i cant have it anything like this:
Any ideas guys and girls?
Put on your hairdressing hats
I wrote this last year sometime when I was young and unknowledgable. And .. sexist by the looks of it. I was just sorting out my folders and I found this little thing I write about women.
Women, no real purpose in life except to give birth, cook and clean around your humble abode. Just put your feet up and stick your nose into the sport section of the free newspaper that is rudely propelled onto your hallway floor at seven in the morning, waking you up when the letterbox clatters back and forth like a cat, entering and re-entering the house through the cat flap, deciding whether to stay outside or snuggle in front of the television as you try to watch Newcastle’s first decent game all season.
As the Hoover pushes your legs out of the way to pick up the remaining patch of biscuit crumbs, you seem to learn when to drop your feet as the strong vacuum of the rosy-cheeked smiley faced machine stares you in the eyes with a glint of satisfaction, like he has done the job well and nothing can do better. Well that is until Christmas comes around again and along with a tie and a pair of black socks you receive the latest Dyson product with tubes and brushes that you never know where to attach.
Blonde or brunette does not really matter when every woman still has the mental attitude of a parrot. Annoyingly nagging at every word you say, chiselling down your attention span to a sloth being taught a lesson of double algebra with a side-dish of fractions whenever you feel the urge for a nibble. Even stuffing a handful of LSD down the sloth’s throat would still make it dose off in an uncontrollable urge to yawn. That would be a minor problem compared to the outrage from animal rights protestors across the nation and the overall anger of the RSPCA.
As all men know, hair colour is not the only thing they look for in their “perfect women” (if there is such a thing). The breasts situated on the female’s chest. No matter how young or old a man is, the breasts are looked upon during any encounter with a woman. However hard a man tries to pull a woman with at least a D-cup size bra, there is always an easy way. He would simply have to book a flight to Berlin, enter a beer drinking contest and sneak behind the delivery lorry with an obese German yodelling man. Not only would a life-time guarantee of sausages and beer, but also a perfectly sized pair of “man-boobs”, more than any women could offer!
