The Den o'Iniquity

Extra addenda - on the heroin song thing, I think one of the lines was about stuff running through my veins if that helps. I don't think any of the suggestions so far was the one I meant. If this makes no sense to you see below.

From marmots june 26th:
On the cho chang thing they guy is blatanly ridiculously lucky to have a good looking girl fall for him, but then balls's it all up by being a typical male arsehole. And no, this sort of thing does not happen in real life. In real life she'd probably never give any signs at all, then she'd come and whinge at someone like me for him being an arsehole then shag him anyway.
I HATE YOU WORLD!

We've finally had some good weather today (good for me that is) - a lovely downpour to tide me through work :). I've been feeling a bit down lately as my exam results weren't very good. I've been brooding on this for a while and I've decided to post them here, but be warned anyone mocking me will suffer wrath beyond the wit of mortal man. Anyways niceties aside, I got 50 for my Russian (just a 2.2) and 47 and 49 for my history (thirds) so I'm feeling distinctly shitty at the moment. Thanks to everybody for the praise and for the visiting, I wuv you guys. I've now reading new Harry potter for the second time to cheer me up. This time around I'm finding the main characters less irritating (I really can't stand people, okay?) which helps, though is it just me or has JKR made Sirius, Harry and Dumbledore into complete cunts in this book? My feelings on Harry and Cho are in a marmot in nickblog but I'll repost them here above. Will be back soon, The T.

On a quick extra post note Nick, can you remove me from the edit list for fictionverse. Cheers.
Also there is now a link to (Luke's Dad) Mr Denis's weblog type thing on the right, Big Up, 'Nuff respec' to King Pimp Mr Denis.
Thanks for all the praise.
The T

Yay for multiple nick marmottings! (the verb, to marmot, meaning to post onto an online comment system) yay for 24!, yay for my wondrous return! More seriously though, just before heading to blog today I heard some very good news, The Iraqi information Minister, Mohammed Saeed Al-Sahaf, the man who made lying in public into performance art has been found alive and given his first post-war interview to Arab TV. I don't want to dredge up the disagreements of the war given more recent history, but surely one thing all of us can agree on whether we were pro or anti bush's little jaunt, is that anyone who can deny the existence of American troops while they could be seen patrolling behind him is not so much a liar as a genius and an artist. Looking back, his frequent and bizarre statements such as "God will roast their stomachs in Hell", "I triple guarantee you, there are no American soldiers in Baghdad." and "they are nowhere near the airport ...they are lost in the desert...they can not read a compass...they are retarded." (For more brilliant quotes see http://www.welovetheiraqiinformationminister.com) seem like brilliant satire caught up in the sea of spin, lies and sexed up dodgy dossiers. The knowing twinkle in his eyes when he talks seems to suggest that he is laughing inside at being able to stand up and get away with outrageous lies and Crude (but very funny) insults such as "the insane little dwarf Bush", he is saying the things everyone (or at least everyone's inner child) wants to be saying. In a very, very shabby war he at least emerges as being great. Sorry to wax a bit overly lyrical there, but not much has happened to me lately so I have little to talk about.
My sleep pattern has been severely off since I stayed up all night on Monday reading the latest Harry potter in about 13 hours or so. In short a good read, but I won't discuss the plot in full here to avoid spoilers for those still reading.
I have just ordered rail tickets and should be back in Newcastle on Friday the 4th of July. Spread the word, I'm back from web-hiatus, The T.
PS. if you see tweedy, hit him until he blogs again.

Next up something that's been swimming around in my weird thought cave for a while and which may become a regular spot - "Andrew's Dream Corner". Here I will post my sleep time craziness and if you want you can post your dreams here for analysis by the blogxperts. As you should all know by now I sometimes have very weird dreams and sometimes have dreams so mundane and lifelike that I can't remember if they really happened or were dreams.
First dream comes from about a week ago and is quite long. The first bit I can remember had me at a conference about antisocial behaviour and gang crime. I think it was for MP's, so I've got no idea why I was there, I think Kitton and tweedy were there as were others but I'm not sure who. I kept getting in trouble for leaving my seat and almost got beaten up by some gang members. The conference thing was in a big auditorium shaped like an amphitheatre but the top on the other side of the lip there were more seats where people couldn't see the speaker. I think there may also have been a bar.
The next part of the dream has me lost in Germany (I think it was related to the conference, which may have been in Germany but it's still inexplicable), the problem being that I don't speak German and for some reason I couldn't remember what city we were staying in. this section is a bit jumbled as I'm not sure of the order of things. There was a German who helped me who spoke good English and I've a strange feeling I'd seen him before. I think he was with me when I had to sleep outside at some point in the dream. I tried to use an atlas to find the city I was staying in but it was full of small pictures of bits of the earth from space, which weren't any use. The next bit I can remember has me in a small German village at night going along a road with my companion. I saw some soviet tanks next to a church and tried to take some pictures. However there was a festival on and you had to pay to take pictures so I tried to leave. I think a policeman pointed me in the direction of the railway / tube station and it was leaving soon so we just got on without looking where it was going. I think I was trying to recognise some of the stations, but we ended up getting off in Lodz which is in Poland so I'm not sure how I got back from that. The last bit I can remember has me trying to phone people, but since Kitton and Luke don't have mobiles I had to phone Nick or Owl. At this point I think I woke briefly. The next section had a whole lot of us from Newcastle meeting in what I think was exhibition park, Dodds was angry at me because I was late, but I tried t explain that I was only late because I'd been in Germany or in a dream in Germany (very odd). The whole thing is just very strange, no?
My next three dreams, I can't remember but one was about Homicidal Homosexual Androids (gay killer robots for anyone not yet in doubt of my sanity), and a strange part of history in the Aegean sea, with triremes, Lego and electrocution and lastly a weird two-world computer based dream. Given the subject material it is probably for the best that I can't remember them
I can however remember the dream I had this afternoon which is slightly shorter. In the first bit I can remember I was at Hogwarts, but studying real world terrorism. Then some unidentified girl / woman told me not to open my letters in case they were from terrorists. Next for some reason I was on a plane with some people I don't think I know again for unexplained some reason and I was going home I think but we were diverted to Kuwait because of some terror alert. There were a whole of student soldiers on the plane some of whom I think I recognised from Leeds. Some small boy I was with went up to one and of the soldiers who was friendly and talked to him but I'm not sure what about. When we got off the plane the soldiers went to find 50 people to pretend to be MP's (recurring theme perhaps?), they were singing some song about going to the Caribbean. At this point the unidentified girl talked to one of the female student soldiers who I think I recognised about last weekend of term parties. The Kuwait airport seemed strangely reminiscent of the euro star terminal which I think was at Dover.
All very, very odd. For some reason when I woke up I was singing bits of James' "Laid". Help, anybody?
In what may also turn out to be a regular feature we have: "Things I Want to Find Out". I f you like you can post questions here, it doesn't matter what they're about I will endeavour to find you answers, In return I will post questions in hope of answers. Firstly, this half remembered quote I have about things happening as they do in dreams, I think it was from a film but perhaps TV. Can anyone shed some light? Next up songs about heroin which never actually specifically mention heroin. I was trying to remember one but I couldn't put my finger on what it was called or who it was by.

Well I got my whole week of indigence, now it's time to start doing stuff again in the outsidey world. I promise I'll be more regular in postings from now on. As per usual, I'll start by thanking salty for the new link in her blog (see link to the right). Weather's getting a bit better in Leeds, we've had some rain and summer storms lately, but sadly I've been inside rotting my brains rather than outside enjoying them. I recently discovered that two of my Leeds friends are bizarre genetic mutants (you know I'm talking about you Ross) So I'm starting a competition to discover the freakiest genetic mutation in mr readership and in the blogverse. Only nominate someone other than yourself if they're not web-enabled, entries in the angry box. I'll post this bit separately to allow entry space.

It's sunday now and I have achieved nothing more than four days ago. The answer: my computer, assuming the position of drug in my addict behaviour. However that doesn't mean I'm stopping. Big thank you to Nick for the mention and the link (I'm not a coward, Grr). I promise I'll be back soon, or at least soonish.

Only a quick post for today. New government funded super-computer arrives tomorrow, and shortly after that so do CM 2002/2003, Vice City and C&C generals. Therefore it is highly likely I will drop off the radar screens for a bit. In the mean time there is plenty to read here and in the rest of the blogsphere (though i advise caution over reading the dreaded bottom post). Will return shortly, webmister T

First off, yay for readers! A big mention must go to all who have posted, Manuel, Nick, Mr Denis and the beast. Incidentally not sure where you found the link, Mr Denis as I don't couldn't see any yet in my cursory glance through blogspace. Perhaps 'twas fate that drew you here, or something else particularly Platt. This will be my first semi-composed post, which I meant to do yesterday but I had to do my washing then go to the pub-quiz. Anyways, if everyone is sitting comfortably let's begin.
As all but the most spectacularly unobservant among you must have noticed it is summer. This is usually the source of great rejoicing for us English folk, with much frolicking in the sunshine, sunbathing, and so on, particularly as this year we are having a quite un-English and suspiciously continental real summer instead of the usual decent English summer of 5 minutes of sun with added rain.
However as many of you will doubtless already know, I am not joining in with this fatuous celebration. Because for me, this is the most hellish of months - unbearable sweltering heat, evil blinding sunshine, hordes of people everywhere. Frankly it's not one, this isn't France, have we lost a war? I don't think so. Damn summer. It's evil ways have occasioned the need for 5 times daily showers to fight off sweat poisoning and have started to make my usual pasty sallow zombie skin begin to burn and turn the shade of steamed lobster. Gggggggrrrrrrrr. Give me back my rain, weather-bitches!
The unyielding sunlight barrage has resulted in me spending more time indoors (if that is even possible) and has provided me with a great opportunity to re-examine the joys of television. Sunday was particularly enjoyable with two good documentaries - one about the war on terror in the Philippines (something of which I was only tangentially aware) where the local has sensibly resisted Uncle Sam’s attempts to take over the show and have a fought and exemplarily successful "hearts and minds" offensive through the simple yet neglected strategy of actually investing in an areas. On the island of Basilan in the south Philippines where part of the predominantly Christian country’s small Muslim minority resides, memories of 400 years of foreign Christian domination under Spain then the USA still loom large. However by undertaking a policy of rebuilding roads , schools and hospitals the local authority have managed to regain people's trust and destroy the local support base for Abu-Sayyaf and unusually brutal Al-Quaida affiliated terror group. This seemed like a very sensible strategy. The film also showed how groups like Abu-Sayyaf don't just affect rich people like us, the ozzies and the yanks but also manage to terrorise whole areas in developing countries. The stories of the decapitation of locals who stood up to the terrorists and kidnappers were particularly sickening. All in all I thought it was a good examination of a contemporary subject from a different angle. In combination with the other documentary about honour killing in the Punjabi community in Britain it reminded me of TV’s potential to inform as well as entertain. Sunday also brought other unexpected discoveries: Brenda wants to cheat on Nate, who hates veggie food (Six Feet Under); Oil companies run the government (State of Play); and most surprising of all Jack Bauer is a no-good peacenik while Big Black Man's Commander in Chief Palmer wants to nuke all the damn ragheads.
I have also been speculating about the nature of love of late. People tell me that love doesn't distinguish in who it falls upon (which makes it seem like my only chance of any nice lasses ignoring my many blatantly obvious character flaws) yet it seems to be something which by its very nature needs to be reciprocal. I'm not sure I've ever really been in love and given my massive inability at even the most levels of human empathy, I'm not sure whether I am even capable of this deepest level of human communication. Now I realise I may complaints about the fatuousness of this post along with the TV-love-in, but if you have to complain about something please make it the latter.
Now I have to go the Gym (pronounced G {as in goat} -IME {as in chime} for anyone without the benefit of a formal ejumication) to minimise fat gains. L8rs, All,
Your webmeister,
The T

And He looked upon it and It was Good.

Well everything should be nice and spangly now. Yay for DIY blogging! (And a big thank you to nick for marmot-related assistance).
First Off links are in place as is the comments system, so you can now leave me your own bawling of inchoate rage.
I'd like to take this opportunity to give a big shout out to my man Dev, whose own great slice of webspace can be found in the links to the right or at: http://hotdevlinaction.blogspot.com/, if you see him person, poke him, make shenanigans or mock him about stenchburg (Sunderland, for the unenlightened). I went to the pool today, and went swimming for the first time in ages, probably over a year. It was very relaxing and soothing, even if I did chlorine up my nose. Anyways.
Not much news to report otherwise, though I should say that regrettably, I will not be able to get to Salty's get together as it's the day that Oxley hall Peeps move out and I want to say Goodbyes, It will also be a couple of days after my new computer arrives so I will be otherwise occupied. Considering my recent relations with you lot up in Newcastle, perhaps this is for the Best.
Have been spending a lot of time of late talking to Anna and drinking with Ross, she's a crazy catholic and he's a Tory alcoholic. What are you gonna do? A big hello to you both if you read this.
With next weekend out and me moving flat the weekend after, I probably won't be back up until the Beginning of July. Must Depart Now to purchase foodings.

Before I leave this for the day, I will say this to my love of loves, Nick Stoker-
I never meant to offend you and I'm sorry if I talked down to you in the past, I'm also sorry if my below posts cause any more offence. Without you none of would have a blog-verse and our lives would be immeasurably poorer. Most importantly though without you this blog will remain very distinctly shitty.
I wuv you, Stoker

I'm reposting my poems here as part of my attempt to resign from fictionverse.

Apart
I stand apart in the crowd,
Surrounded by people,
Their noise is so loud.
In the bright sunlight,
They flutter to and fro,
Yet in my Heart,
Still it snows.
I stand alone,
With people all around,
Some may be know,
I will never be found.
Born alone,
I live but to die.
The world is apart,
I can only wonder why

The Hand
What hand is it that formed me thus?
What turns me, but once from flesh to dust?
What is it that made the sky?
What hand made men born but to die?
Does god look down on man below?
Man may guess but never know.

The Cordless Bungee
Or welcome to the fiery house of death
Something occurs to me,
Another Piece of grisly speculation
Symptomatic of the bleak mindscape
Of my mortuary existence.

The thought was simply this:
Is the Jumper’s last thought at Beachy Head, or Golden Gate,
“Goodbye, Cruel world”
or “Alas poor world, I barely knew ye.”


Pigeons
Why do you fly like,
Like feathery fools?
Why do you waddle,
Like little fat men?
Why do you drop your loads,
All over my clothes,
And splatter the statues
Of proud men on coumns?

It
Something hides inside of me,
Something that i cannot see.
It is powerful, I would aver,
I fills my heart when I see her

Words can't and will not come,
All mind does is scream "Run!"
Or leap. Or jump or fly.
Away from the lies.

Why can I not say,
In any single way,
How I truly feel,
The only thing that, to me is real.

Instead I stand and can only smile,
Hating myself all the while,
Cursing fate to skies above,
The demon that lurks within me is love.

And finally and with Fanfares Aplenty -

Ode to Sputnik
O sputnik, you are so round and metallic,
You give my life meaning with your metallic spinning

Welcome to the web world of Angry Andrew, aka the T, aka your fascist friend.
Well the last blog-world-week made me seriously re-examine whether I ever wanted to realise my long-held ambition of some web land for myself. However giving the impending crushing loneliness of life alone in Leeds, I have decided I need an outlet for feeling-stuff.
I suppose I should probably mention the previous war of the school which can be best seen here: www.nstoker.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/blog for any Leedsers for may be reading this and have no idea what it's about. The blog in question is by my erstwhile dear friend Nick.

+++Warning to any Leedsers who have stumbled here - read no further or risk mind-blindness from crazy arguings.+++

However as little as possible should be said about this in order to prevent any new explosions. However I would feel remiss if I didn't briefly clarify my end of the argument. I have now read everything posted on this subject (I hope) and have even read Dodd’s latest school theory. I use the word good advisedly, but as e/t said in the marmots below the kitten in nickblog, I think it is justified considering the entirety of the Heaton manor school population and its teachers, these being its most important part. I would also say that perhaps contrary to widely-held belief I do not think all schools are evil nor do I consider them repugnant instruments of class control. In spite of all of our present government's stupid initiatives, corporatising and PFI I still think the vast majority of teachers (knill, anderson, welshey, excepted IMHO) join the profession because they want to help people and affect society in a positive way. I sincerely believe that this good-intentioned majority take a great deal of trouble to try to help the charves and not be led by their social prejudices. The charves are undoubtedly part of a social class victimised by wider society and at the arse-end of an ever-widening gulf of inequality, however that does not justify the criminal actions of some of them (see the nick trial and two of my previous muggings), nor the way they persistently refused to learn and made the lives of many of us a misery outside and inside school. I don't think we can blame society for charves throwing a rock at Luke's head in Year 11 because he was a "fucking hippy".
On victimhood, when I posted my personal school-based misfortunes it was not to blame anyone in the blog-world for them, nor was it as an attempt to gain martyr status. I posted it solely to answer any accusations that I sailed through or was part of pampered educational elite enjoying some sepia-tinted vision of a golden age. I recognise that others have suffered as badly or worse at the hands of school managers and other general arse-badgers as me.
On Dodds, I'm not sure I would ever have classed you as a good friend (though considering my anti-social nature this should not surprise anyone), nor have I ever got along especially well with you given our mutual political passions and wildly differing views. However until recently I felt that you were at worst an amiable acquaintance. However in light of the recent events I have reconsidered my views in light of what I felt were quite blatantly personal attacks, now I may be being extra-sensitive on this point but I do not feel I am alone in this. I felt that your fictionverse post in particular was uncalled for in its location and timing and I know I am not alone on this. More importantly though are the views you hold about me, the school and society in general. Since I have been Leeds these have begun to seem more and more irrational to me and I have become increasingly irritated at my self for those few occasions (and there are more than you might think) when I have kept quiet about them. I realised that I had mentally assigned you to the same category as some of the crazy Americans I have met (such as Jason Sender for any who know him and the worker's hammerites). The whole Experience only brought back to me the bitter experiences of philocafe and the amnesty group, where any hint of realism was brutally killed. In the former in particular I felt that the rabid politicisation of anything and everything harmed the group and drove many away I feel very strongly that Paul in particular was shabbily treated. Now I could argue endlessly with you about the specifics of your views but given what we know about the existence of any absolute truths that would be pointless as neither position is going to change. I don't feel I was cowardly to go on hiatus, I was simply as you put it opting out of a discussion that seemed crudely personal and not helpful to any involved. I never attempted to make personal attacks though it may not have come off this way. To say that "it's getting too personal" is not a relevant comment is nonsense, when a discussion ceases to be about finding more truth and consensus and agreement and becomes a place of bitterly entrenched positions and personal attacks it has become too personal and ceased to be useful or helpful. . I will say in conclusion to this bit that , having read your post in answer to the school debate, I know that you will shortly exclude me from your life in reprisal for this and I can say with all honesty that this only pleases me.
To finish I do not think I have said anything controversial here or elsewhere by the standards of the wider world and I think that if I said this to all the various peoples of our year and others that they would also not find it controversial, therefore I am forced to consider the rationale of our little group and whether I can ever try and enter into any rational discussions ever again without fear of ending up screamed at. Having now spent a significant amount of time in the real political world, our small leftist libertarian group seems less like a friendly home among similar-thinkers than an insular cell isolated from the grim realities of the world and the human condition.
On reflection I have not been brief and this will almost certainly spark more controversy, however as has been often remarked this needed to be said and will hopefully be my last post on this subject. Once any marmot systems arrive here I would ask any posters on the school to only post so as not to poison any later discussions.
Hope any future posts will be more jolly.