Afternoon all!
I realise the problems in putting specific time frame in place when I write these blogs simply due to the fact that I may write this in the afternoon, but you may not read it until the evening.
"Afternoon? Is he mad? It's dark outside... what a weirdo..."
Anyway last night, (again another time frame; I'm sorry about these I really am) I went back to my old secondary school to watch my brother in the musical production of West Side Story.
It was strange because it was the first production I haven't actually helped out at in any shape or form. So I had the luxury of sitting in the audience while the technical team had their traditional last performance panic.
All the cast put on great performances as usual despite the technical problems that are inevitable at the production which is well known by any veteran of them.
This is not actually the fault of the techies (usually faulty equipment) however I enjoyed the show nonetheless.
Well done to everyone involved. Robin you made a great Jet.
Moving on...
Usually my blogs have a couple of topics that I talk about... sometimes to great length, other-times not so.
Something I have never really touched upon are my flatmates.
Don't think this is going to be some massive bitchfest now. It isn't.
My flatmate, Jenny Hill, has been wanting a mention since before christmas.
So I thought I'd give you a round up of what each are like within the flat. Maybe a few mentions on what's gone on the fuck up wall.
First off we might as well start with Jenny as she's the one that wants the mention.
Jenny is the token lass from the valleys. As she gets more drunk she turns more welsh.
Preston doesn't have many sheep... if it did...
Jenny is a massive fan of Katy Perry and Jessie J and puts on a sterling performance at Karaoke when drunk. Her rendition of "who's laughing now?" I thought was really good until I realised the DJ had caught on how drunk she was at the time and had subtley turned the actual lyrics up a bit.
She keeps us all laughing with a running joke she has about her seven boyfriends, one for every day of the week, with their big boats, fancy cars and enough money to make Bill Gates ask for a loan.
One thing I noticed about when I was back home was how quiet it was at night. This is because my usual method of sleeping (closing my eyes and hoping for the best really) is accompanied by either a full album of her favourite females coming from her room.
I personally don't think I'll ever be able to sleep again without "Do it like a dude" playing in the background.
Overall Jenny is very funny with the current record of fuck ups on the fuck up board.
Jade. The mother of the flat.
Jade is kind of the go-to person of the flat. If your upset about something or just in need of some company Jade is usually in her room with the TV on and barely moves from her bed.
3pm is an early morning for the party queen who, despite sometimes having the most to shout about, I've never heard raise her voice against anyone yet.
I don't plan to either. I'd probably run and hide in a corner.
I'd like to say she could easily drink me under the table. However me being the lightweight that I am; my six year old sister could probably do that and then still drive home...
... if she could reach the pedals. It would probably be a toy story moment with her on the wheel shouting orders and several of her friends operating the car.
That would probably take some explaining.
Beth. Masterchef.
Beth is perhaps the only one out of us with proper kitchen experience after working in a pub on her gap yar tarquin.
She evidently did something bad in a past life to draw the short straw of getting one of two rooms next to mine. As such she has to put up with me playing the guitar and organising stuff to play on the show each week.
Hailing from somewhere in the middle of nowhere Beth is a Cumbrian girl who I have often had funny times talking about the seconds I would last over there.
From what it sounds like I could probably walk into a bar over there and be instantly hated by everyone in it. Turns out I have more readers than I thought.
Christos. Futsal god.
Futsal is a variation on football, it's played indoors with a smaller ball.
Christos is apparently pretty good at this sport as he's up and down the country at trails etc.
When he's not he's practicing his skills in the middle of the kitchen when the rest of us are working around him.
For some reason seems to be an attractive target for fists of various kinds, his heart is in the right place and is a genuinely nice guy.
I have my suspicions that he drank my fruitjuice though. I'm watching you Christos ;)
Recently we found where all of our missing bits of cutlery go.
Christos, like a magpie of kitchen utensils, hoards them in his room. Might be worth a raid at some point.
Megan. Single-handedly keeping the bleach industry alive since 1993.
The only reason this flat hasn't been completely taken over by the gods of unclean pottery is because of Megan's ceaseless battle to keep the place looking reasonably clean.
A creative writer as her chosen profession she is soon to be taking up blogging so I might have some competition on that front!
Often seen around the flat with a glass of wine in her hand. Megan doesn't seem to miss an opportunity to let her hair down and have fun. Usually with her boyfriend Richard. (not like that) they often go down to source for drinks or are at the karaoke on tuesday nights.
Last, but not least, the newbie, Kieron.
Bit of a kindred spirit. Moved in just after christmas when his parents moved out of Preston to the Forest of Dean.
18 years of age and currently managing the post office the family own but are attempting to sell.
Moving in with this guy next year. Very similar sense of humor which usually involved taking the mick out of Andy, a flat friend.
Xbox fan and avid tea drinker, me and him are often found in the kitchen bashing Halo 2 and taking it a little too seriously.
So yeh that's my flat. Hope they like what they see here!
Adam xx
We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
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