Oh. My. God.

Did you see that? I've got a celebrity! I now know that at least 2 people have looked at this without me telling them to. To be fair though, one of them knows me in real-space and the other, while having been on telly (rather than just in telly - how lame is that?), I would perhaps rather he hadn't seen it. Still, he's doubled my "fanbase". After discussion with the in TV cunt, I would like to point out the the staying indoors comment was a reference to the global community of geeks and the deminishing, but still significantly, immobile nature of our crash-friendly chums.

So how deep do daffodils go? I asked my Dad via the medium of SMS (I can't remember the last time I used me voice to communicate over a mobile phone. The wonders of technology. Wonders, or blunders? Fuck off, Homer. And relax...), but as yet I've had no reply. I've been noticing that recently. I can only presume he's either changed his number, broken his phone, or he's starting to realise how much he truly hates me. Anyway, I had a go, guessing as I went, and managed to plant about 5 bulbs before I broke the small spade (trowel?) I was using. Actually, I did about two, but then I put the four candle (Goodbye, Ronnie) on it which allowed me to carry on briefly. Thanks for the thought mum, sorry I broke your presents. I'll go into town today, see if I can find some stuff that I might not break so soon. Might try Wilkinsons. Seen stuff in there before. Might even treat myself to a big fork. If you want to know, check back next spring and, if I remember, I'll tell you if any of me daffs is grown.

Is it lunch time soon? I'm hungry...

But my pockets are full!

I did some work today! In that I watched a program on Teacher's TV about some things called "blogs" and how they are being used in West Blatchington School presented by a guy called Steve O'Hear. Who seems to be some kind of super-geek trying to convince the world to go indoors. Anyway, I had an Idea (the sort that requires a capital letter). If a small man in a wheel chair can do it, then perhaps I might even be able to. I need to carry out an ICT project for university, involving some kids. Could I, perhaps, get them blogging? Could they blog their lessons or their thoughts or some such crap? I reckon it could work, seeing as my Virtual Workspace idea (small one) probably won't happen, as the school needs to be registered with them. So here I am, feeling a bit milk-sick and getting a numb arse from sitting on the PC (no chairs, see), trying to do some better stuff with my blog so that, should the opportunity arise, I will be able to use this and turn a whole new set of kids on to the pleasures of sitting in a room on their own looking at a computer screen.

So look out, you cunts (was it worth the wait?) for a lovely, clean blog by my "teaching" alter-ego, and possible some by some kids, though I couldn't tell you which school they'll be from, as the University of Wolverhampton has yet to bother to arrange a placement. Ace. Well done lads, it's much appreciated (Wolves Uni = cunts)

Newsflash

Well hello there. Welcome to my world. It's been a while, so here is the news (you cunt).

I've moved house! Same town, but the house is about eight times the size. That's not saying much though, the last one was like a fucking phone box. The garden is fucking amazing though. Massive built in barbie (cue, not the doll).

Err, remember those assignments? Well, I failed, so I'm looking to qualify at Christmas now. Bollocks. Do your homework, kids...

Anything else? Probably, but nothing that springs to mind. Oh yeah, Landlord's a cunt. Watch out for him.

If you read this, write a reply. Just a short one. I'm still not convinced there's any point to this!

I love you all.

How about that then, eh? Less than a fucking month since the last post. What did I tell you?

Does anybody read this shit? I mean, is there any point in me even writing this shit? One suspects not.

Anyway, I've got a new phone. My first camera phone. That's exciting. Think I've run up a bit of a bill already with downloads and crap. Whoops.

Well, er, fuck all else. Should probly go and do some assignments, but I don't particularly want to, y'know? At least I'm thinking about it. Don't usually do that till Sunday.

xx

The meaning of your life

So what, I have to write stuff in here what happens or what I do? What the fuck does anyone care about that? Well, you obviously do. Having looked through a few "blogs", I have come to the conclusion that all "bloggers" seem to be cunts and/or (usually and) geeks. So I thought I might as well do one. Check back regularly, because I might write something else one day. If you're lucky.

x

James is a cunt