New Video …

… Tonight – promise!

http://www.youtube.com/CharliesTransmission

Yo.

I’m back.

I have alot to say

Come back tomorrow

Snobs.

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!

Bloody Hair.

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

Story Time.

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!

Sefrino Rosa.

Know of him?

Well as all of my YouTube viewers know I wanted a Domo doll. And well … this guy Sefrino was kind enough to send it to me for FREE!

I love my little Domo
(Video up soon)

Room Tidying?

Where do you start. I mean I clean my room, its imacculate. Everything is away and my desk is spotless. But I leave it for a bit then leave it for another week then another etc etc etc. And then your whole room just turns into a bombsite type mess. But my opinion is a bomb blast would clear my floor of dirty clothes and food wrappers.

But where do I start cleaning? My dirty mind could do with a clear out

New Look?

Indeed you are right

Thought my blog could do with a new, fresh and modern look. With a personalised banner. If anyone wants to make one then I shall happily accept it and well if I deem it good enough it shall be the new header of CharliesTransmission WordPress

But does the blog look good? Honest opinions?

I Hate People.

I’m fed up. With people. At school. I sit at my desk trying to get on with the work. When you just open you ears to try and catch a nearby conversation. Then you just hear the same people going on and on with their annoying fake voices, trying to make someone laugh at the most pointless thing such as a sound.

Home schooling would be good. Getting a tutor to then meet your friends and see who you want to see.

Only two years left though … (of being annoyed and angry)

I Am Not Gay.

But if i handed my PE coursework in then my teacher would probably think so.

We had to write a food diary and I meant to write Coke but it was late and i didnt spellcheck. I only realised this morning I made the mistake.