What a Cnut.

A couple of days ago I woke up and decided to go into the town center of Edinburgh and get some reading material. And no I do not mean porn you filthy minded swine. After getting the bus into town I went into Waterstones and got... Dude! Wheres my country. Michael Moore. To kill a mocking-bird. Harper Lee. The book of tells. Peter Collet. Join Me! Danny Wallace. A short history of everything. Bill Bryson. Spike Milligans Biography. Left the bookshop and went into burger king for some food then went to Princes street gardens and sat on the grass. Closed my eyes for a short time and unwillingly fell asleep. I was awoken by a Japanese tourist about two hours later. "you burn, you burn" she was saying as she pointed at me. "fucking hell!" I said as I looked at my arms and shoulders to discover that I was indeed burned. quite badly as I am fair skinned and have always been easy to burn. in fact if you were to show me a picture of the sun I'd...

The mind can play some nasty tricks on you at times. While walking through the desert thirsty for water you may see a mirage shimmer and take shape in front of you, a glorious looking fountain pouring forth clean fresh water, you run towards it, your feet leave the ground and you sail through the air in a lengthwise dive to swim in it’s crystal clear depth’s only to find that you are swimming in sand and have swallowed several mouthfuls. My mind loves to play tricks on me. It keeps popping up haunting memories while I sleep. Why do dreams seem so real? Why do I always wake before any comprehensible information is given or got? Shit, I wish I knew. The reason for this ramble into the deepest depth’s of the fountain that is me is that I was visited by my first love last night as I slept and it’s shaken me to the core of my very being. There are days when I think of her while I'm awake but thanks to the passage of time those memories are mostly nice ones. It’s when I'm s...

http://www.lukerhinehart.net/ Having read Luke Rhineharts novel "The Dice Man" last week and finding it hilarious I decided that I should have a go at turning over some descions to the roll of a dice. So I jumped on a bus and headed up the high street to the games workshop for a set of dice. When I got to the shop I found the dice and decided that they should decide whether I should pay for them or not. I stepped up to the counter where the geeky looking gimp behind the counter stood engrossed in a comic book. "Alright mate." I said "Fine." he said looking up. I placed the box of die on the counter. "Care for a game of risk?" I asked. "Pardon me?" He enquired. I pulled my copy of the book from my bag and asked if he was familiar with the book. He said that he hadn't read the book but that he was familiar with the idea having seen a version of diceliving on the discovery channel a couple of years ago. I...

And so starts my first blog. Well, not strictly my first blog, but the other one sucks like a cheap hooker when the Catholic Church seminar comes into town. So what is underneath it all? Just me.