Dear Number 1,
I do hope you are well and enjoying what has been in my opinion a wonderful summer. As regards your note of the 02/09/2010 I have read and understood it.
Although I appreciate your concerns and think that they are valid, the last few days have been difficult as regards parking due to family visiting. I have parked as considerately as possible, considering not only you but the greater good of the whole road. I do find that living in such a small road means that compromise becomes a living and breathing reality of life. I would be interested in any ideas as to where you think I would be better to park?
I’m sure like me you find it paroxysmal how we live so close to each other and know so little about each other. I would find it tremendous if you felt I was approachable and we could talk issues like these through rather than have to put into practice the art that is writing.
Although I appreciate that reversing out of your road is difficult with your tremendous skill I Believe you can do it.
In summary you park outside out house frequently, so shut up.
Kind regards,
MGL
Thursday, 2 September 2010
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Legal Stuff
No person mentioned in this blog will be named by their true name or will be identifiable by this blog alone.
MGL
MGL
The Skins Style Party
Most time when I blog I can look back and smile even If It was embarrassing. This memory I look back on and absolutely cringe, It was one of the worst nights my life. So you might find this blog less funny than normal but I can’t tell the rest of my story without this blog.
So let me paint you a picture. I had just begun college and people had settled down into their friendship groups. Being part of one of the less ‘cool’ groups I began to think about ways to improve my popularity. It didn’t take me long to come up with the idea of having a massive party that people would talk about for weeks to come.
MGL “Hey Adam what you doing on the weekend on the 23rd”
Adam “Not much MGL”
MGL “Ah ok then, u fancy having a massive party round at your house on Saturday night”
Adam “Yes, yes I do”
So with the date set I began to invite the 150 people necessary for this massive party. My popularity was at an all time high. People were talking about the party, people were begging me to come, and people were talking about me. I was happy with the fruit of my brilliant Idea.
It was only on the Thursday before the party when I was on the bus on the way home when I began to consider that I may have made a mistake. I heard a group of people from a different college muttering words like “its massive” “every college” “going to be a huge party” when I started to think things might have got out of hand. But they may have been talking about a different party so I dismissed it.
Friday night came and whilst I was enjoying a quiet night in, my friend Adam was having one of the craziest pre parties I have ever known. As I was watching miss congeniality, Adam was roaring drunk at a house party held in his own house, enjoying a strip tease from three of the girls attending the party, when who should walk in but his committed Christian mother.
I forget the detail of what happened to Adam by wrath of his mother but the short of it was alcohol was hence forth banned from the house.
*
7pm Saturday night came, girls were doing their hair, and boys were also probably doing their hair, looking forward to what promised to be an amazing night. I was just receiving the news of the night before and realising that there would be no alcohol at my night’s events. I remember a horrible sinking feeling, and then panic shear panic.
Adam’s mother agreed still to host the party without any alcohol and she began to cook Nan breads and cookies for the party. Knowing that 150 teenagers and a nice social gathering with cookies could not mix I began to panic.
People arrived by the dozens, Taxi after taxi after taxi. It wasn’t long before 100 odd people were crammed in the room, annoyed about the banning of their alcohol and in the most awkward social situation I have ever been in. Imagine 100 people in virtual silence all glaring in your direction, and then things got interesting.
People started sneaking alcohol in, more people came. The climax of the night came when Adams mom found people had managed to consume alcohol despite her best efforts to keep it from the party. Everyone was kicked out of the house just 26 minutes after the first person had arrived.
So there I was standing outside, about 400 people standing outside the house where the best party of the year was meant to be held, some people in fits of laughter, some genuinely angry, and in the distance what was definitely another fleet of taxis. What a night!
In one night I had gone from social high to below social low. I had made some laugh so they were literally crying I had made some people so angry that they wanted to beat me up. Monday morning was not a pleasant experience, that’s a different story,
MGL
So let me paint you a picture. I had just begun college and people had settled down into their friendship groups. Being part of one of the less ‘cool’ groups I began to think about ways to improve my popularity. It didn’t take me long to come up with the idea of having a massive party that people would talk about for weeks to come.
MGL “Hey Adam what you doing on the weekend on the 23rd”
Adam “Not much MGL”
MGL “Ah ok then, u fancy having a massive party round at your house on Saturday night”
Adam “Yes, yes I do”
So with the date set I began to invite the 150 people necessary for this massive party. My popularity was at an all time high. People were talking about the party, people were begging me to come, and people were talking about me. I was happy with the fruit of my brilliant Idea.
It was only on the Thursday before the party when I was on the bus on the way home when I began to consider that I may have made a mistake. I heard a group of people from a different college muttering words like “its massive” “every college” “going to be a huge party” when I started to think things might have got out of hand. But they may have been talking about a different party so I dismissed it.
Friday night came and whilst I was enjoying a quiet night in, my friend Adam was having one of the craziest pre parties I have ever known. As I was watching miss congeniality, Adam was roaring drunk at a house party held in his own house, enjoying a strip tease from three of the girls attending the party, when who should walk in but his committed Christian mother.
I forget the detail of what happened to Adam by wrath of his mother but the short of it was alcohol was hence forth banned from the house.
*
7pm Saturday night came, girls were doing their hair, and boys were also probably doing their hair, looking forward to what promised to be an amazing night. I was just receiving the news of the night before and realising that there would be no alcohol at my night’s events. I remember a horrible sinking feeling, and then panic shear panic.
Adam’s mother agreed still to host the party without any alcohol and she began to cook Nan breads and cookies for the party. Knowing that 150 teenagers and a nice social gathering with cookies could not mix I began to panic.
People arrived by the dozens, Taxi after taxi after taxi. It wasn’t long before 100 odd people were crammed in the room, annoyed about the banning of their alcohol and in the most awkward social situation I have ever been in. Imagine 100 people in virtual silence all glaring in your direction, and then things got interesting.
People started sneaking alcohol in, more people came. The climax of the night came when Adams mom found people had managed to consume alcohol despite her best efforts to keep it from the party. Everyone was kicked out of the house just 26 minutes after the first person had arrived.
So there I was standing outside, about 400 people standing outside the house where the best party of the year was meant to be held, some people in fits of laughter, some genuinely angry, and in the distance what was definitely another fleet of taxis. What a night!
In one night I had gone from social high to below social low. I had made some laugh so they were literally crying I had made some people so angry that they wanted to beat me up. Monday morning was not a pleasant experience, that’s a different story,
MGL
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Friday, 27 August 2010
The day of complete embarrassment
Well this legendary story begins on an average college day. After a night of very little sleep due to a coursework deadline I found myself sitting in the computer room at college. It had been an ordinary day, the sun was out, and the ‘hard’ kids had been smoking weed at the back of the bus on the way to college.
So anyway, I was sitting there in the computer room waiting out the minutes until assembly, thinking to myself, ‘ah man I actually can’t be bothered with today’. I was struck by a sudden passion to skive the day and return home for sleep.
I stood up and realising I had just one minute to assembly panicked slightly, I could hear the house master walking towards the computer room telling people to go to assembly.
It was now or never!
I opened the window, and jumped down to the car park below (about a 7 foot drop). I remember thinking arrogantly to myself ‘ha-ha I’m free for a day’. In the next few seconds this feeling of arrogance would soon turn into complete embarrassment. A sudden breeze revealed a rip literally from the top to the bottom of the back of my trousers. OH CRAP!
So what do I do??? I can’t go back to college, I’ve got to get home, but the bus stop is a 10 minute walk away.
Well I decided, there’s nothing for it, I begin the slow and shameful trip to the bus. However I thought as I walked I can either put my head down and be embarrassed or hold my head high.
So it came to pass that on a day in April I Was walking down the high street with barely any trousers and as I passed anyone that gave me a questioning look a replied ‘what’s sup’.
Needless to say it wasn’t long before the whole of the college knew,
Stealth isn’t strength of mine.
MGL
So anyway, I was sitting there in the computer room waiting out the minutes until assembly, thinking to myself, ‘ah man I actually can’t be bothered with today’. I was struck by a sudden passion to skive the day and return home for sleep.
I stood up and realising I had just one minute to assembly panicked slightly, I could hear the house master walking towards the computer room telling people to go to assembly.
It was now or never!
I opened the window, and jumped down to the car park below (about a 7 foot drop). I remember thinking arrogantly to myself ‘ha-ha I’m free for a day’. In the next few seconds this feeling of arrogance would soon turn into complete embarrassment. A sudden breeze revealed a rip literally from the top to the bottom of the back of my trousers. OH CRAP!
So what do I do??? I can’t go back to college, I’ve got to get home, but the bus stop is a 10 minute walk away.
Well I decided, there’s nothing for it, I begin the slow and shameful trip to the bus. However I thought as I walked I can either put my head down and be embarrassed or hold my head high.
So it came to pass that on a day in April I Was walking down the high street with barely any trousers and as I passed anyone that gave me a questioning look a replied ‘what’s sup’.
Needless to say it wasn’t long before the whole of the college knew,
Stealth isn’t strength of mine.
MGL
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