Got into a fight with the milkman today. Not physically, only verbal. If it was physical I would be involved in some kind of dairy boxing championship. Anyway, he gave me skimmed milk instead of semi skimmed, so the next day I got up early and opened the door to him with a cereal bowlful of skimmed milk percentage left out of the bottle from yesterday. He said he had it down on his sheet that it was skimmed milk I wanted. This milkman is the same milkman we've had for 5 years, we don't suddenly change our mind for the sour taste of skimmed milk. He was then proceeding to give me another bottle of skimmed milk that very day. I said I'm not having any of this, so I forced him to give me a semi skimmed milk with him waving this sheet of paper saying that on this sheet you always have skimmed milk. I said I've not had skimmed milk for the 10 years I've been living in this house. The next day he caught me off guard and placed a skimmed milk on my doorstep and legged it before I'd got out of bed. Just wait milkman, tomorrow you'll be wearing my cereal of brown coco pop skimmed milk. Have a raincoat ready.
Just thought I'd post that up here, since you guys might see where I'm coming from with it. Anyway, that's it, not very exciting in my life at the moment. I say at the moment, I mean never. It's more rants than stories also, I'll post a nice comforting, one you can tell all your friends, story next time. Byyyyeee.
Thursday 13 December 2012
Wednesday 5 December 2012
WORST WINTER IN 100 YEARS
Hello, bloggers.
Time to blog. What's been happening? I'm currently learning lines for my next production. It's a Panto called Camelot. I'm playing the dame which I'm slightly exited about because she/he is a main character, but also that my director must have seen a certain girly or camp characteristic about me during auditions which I'm now incredibly paranoid about.
Now that rehearsals are well underway, I've found that learning lines to do with the play sometimes brings your character into a conversation with your best friend. Basically, the other day I was having a perfectly normal conversation with my best friend and she without knowing, said a line to do with the play, and I unintentionally broke out into the camp girly voice I do in the Panto 'I beg your pardon' it resulted in her looking at me with the expression of bewilderment as if to say why am I your best friend? I got an excuse though, I said 'that's my impression of you'. She wasn't impressed.
Today it snowed a little bit and the BBC breakfast was kicking up a fuss about the whole thing and the papers have been saying its THE WORST WINTER IN 100 YEARS which they said last year, which means they've got nothing else to write about, which means they like to freak us out with all these stories about blizzards, ice, snow and Jimmy Saville. Didn't make a good start to the day either when I fell off the front door step because of slushy snow and because my house goes downhill, (not the house obviously, but the slope from the house) I sort of fell towards my car, which meant my trousers got all wet and had to change, in the meantime my brother was at the window in hysterics.
I don't like my brother. Yesterday he was home alone and had to wash the dishes. He put fairy liquid in the dishwasher. Sometimes he can be a bit of a tool. For instance, I honestly worry when he decides to read out the crossword from across the room, I tell him the answer's 'motorbike, and he asks how to spell it, he's 15 years old. I feel really sorry for his teachers when he hands in an essay. Must be like trying to decipher Egyptian hieroglyphics. Just had to ask my best friend how to spell hieroglyphics, she just types it into Google, obviously the best use for google is finding out how to spell words. I attempted to spell it but even my iPad didn't understand me because I spelt it so wrong. Oh well, at least it's not 'motorbike'.
Anyway, tatty bie.
Time to blog. What's been happening? I'm currently learning lines for my next production. It's a Panto called Camelot. I'm playing the dame which I'm slightly exited about because she/he is a main character, but also that my director must have seen a certain girly or camp characteristic about me during auditions which I'm now incredibly paranoid about.
Now that rehearsals are well underway, I've found that learning lines to do with the play sometimes brings your character into a conversation with your best friend. Basically, the other day I was having a perfectly normal conversation with my best friend and she without knowing, said a line to do with the play, and I unintentionally broke out into the camp girly voice I do in the Panto 'I beg your pardon' it resulted in her looking at me with the expression of bewilderment as if to say why am I your best friend? I got an excuse though, I said 'that's my impression of you'. She wasn't impressed.
Today it snowed a little bit and the BBC breakfast was kicking up a fuss about the whole thing and the papers have been saying its THE WORST WINTER IN 100 YEARS which they said last year, which means they've got nothing else to write about, which means they like to freak us out with all these stories about blizzards, ice, snow and Jimmy Saville. Didn't make a good start to the day either when I fell off the front door step because of slushy snow and because my house goes downhill, (not the house obviously, but the slope from the house) I sort of fell towards my car, which meant my trousers got all wet and had to change, in the meantime my brother was at the window in hysterics.
I don't like my brother. Yesterday he was home alone and had to wash the dishes. He put fairy liquid in the dishwasher. Sometimes he can be a bit of a tool. For instance, I honestly worry when he decides to read out the crossword from across the room, I tell him the answer's 'motorbike, and he asks how to spell it, he's 15 years old. I feel really sorry for his teachers when he hands in an essay. Must be like trying to decipher Egyptian hieroglyphics. Just had to ask my best friend how to spell hieroglyphics, she just types it into Google, obviously the best use for google is finding out how to spell words. I attempted to spell it but even my iPad didn't understand me because I spelt it so wrong. Oh well, at least it's not 'motorbike'.
Anyway, tatty bie.
Tuesday 27 November 2012
Why I don't reply to people on Twitter
Right. Just a quick thing to explain why I hardly reply to people on Twitter. I didn't really want to write about it, because it's been covered often enough by others. However, there have been a few moments recently where I've thought "I wish I'd written a blog explaining why I hardly ever reply to people, so I could explain why I don't reply to people to these people who are wondering why I don't reply to people". That sort of thing. Anyway, if I find myself in that situation in future I will be able to point those people at this blog post.
I hope most people understand why I don't reply, don't really expect it and don't let it bother them. This blog isn't for you, so you might as well carry on doing what you were doing. You know, scrubbing your dishes, cleaning your feet. However, there have been a few moments recently where I felt people's expectations of me were a bit too high, so this is an attempt to steer those people away from further disappointment.
These days I probably get 500+ replies a day. Mostly my own fault because I instigate many of them. However, I have got to the point where I can't really manage to read them all any more. It's a shame, but that's how it is. I've recently known that sometimes people think I'm ignoring them. I try to read as many as I can because I really quite enjoy twitter, but other things like my work, comedy events, productions and family insist I spend some time thinking about them or even just going about them occasionally.
The other thing is, I tweet a lot, I think. But this doesn't mean I am constantly 'on' twitter. More often than not I tweet while I'm doing other things then I come back a few minutes later and there'll be a whole load of replies and retweets, which I'll try to read and, if I am feeling naughty or in a really friendly mood, I may reply to one or two. The other thing is, I rarely look at links that people send me or ask me to retweet. I have bookmarked quite a lot of them, though, so I'll try to catch up with them when I retire or something.
So, this blog post is just to say I'm sorry. I do my best. I do feel guilty about it and everything almost all the time (especially when you're saying something nice to me) but all I can say is: don't count on me. This replying thing isn't really anything to do with how many followers you have, it's about how much time you have to dedicate to twitter. In my case it's never enough.
Anyway, on that note, I'll have to leave you. I feel slightly morbid. Anyway, normal blogging service will be resumed. I'm just glad you'll all know that I'll now be ignoring you.
I hope most people understand why I don't reply, don't really expect it and don't let it bother them. This blog isn't for you, so you might as well carry on doing what you were doing. You know, scrubbing your dishes, cleaning your feet. However, there have been a few moments recently where I felt people's expectations of me were a bit too high, so this is an attempt to steer those people away from further disappointment.
These days I probably get 500+ replies a day. Mostly my own fault because I instigate many of them. However, I have got to the point where I can't really manage to read them all any more. It's a shame, but that's how it is. I've recently known that sometimes people think I'm ignoring them. I try to read as many as I can because I really quite enjoy twitter, but other things like my work, comedy events, productions and family insist I spend some time thinking about them or even just going about them occasionally.
The other thing is, I tweet a lot, I think. But this doesn't mean I am constantly 'on' twitter. More often than not I tweet while I'm doing other things then I come back a few minutes later and there'll be a whole load of replies and retweets, which I'll try to read and, if I am feeling naughty or in a really friendly mood, I may reply to one or two. The other thing is, I rarely look at links that people send me or ask me to retweet. I have bookmarked quite a lot of them, though, so I'll try to catch up with them when I retire or something.
So, this blog post is just to say I'm sorry. I do my best. I do feel guilty about it and everything almost all the time (especially when you're saying something nice to me) but all I can say is: don't count on me. This replying thing isn't really anything to do with how many followers you have, it's about how much time you have to dedicate to twitter. In my case it's never enough.
Anyway, on that note, I'll have to leave you. I feel slightly morbid. Anyway, normal blogging service will be resumed. I'm just glad you'll all know that I'll now be ignoring you.
Sunday 25 November 2012
Timelord nectar points
Okay, this is today more of a rant than a blog. So I apologise in advance.
I've now been collecting nectar points for about 3 years and you hear all these stories about people buying all these luxury items like flat screen TVs, PS3s, iPads, all this right. I've recently found out that if I was to spend all of my nectar points in say Tesco today, I'd have enough points for a tiny little jar of honey! I'd be better off collecting nectar. I've also worked out that if I was to save up my nectar points to the age where I could afford an iPad, I'd reach a staggering age of 412. That's like saying, oh yeah, you'll be able to buy all these luxury items if you save up your nectar points, but you need have a timelord lifespan to be able to buy them.
Also, funny story I'd like to share with you. I was in the bank the other day, in the queue, and there was this man in front of me who I thought was from Eastenders. Now, I don't watch Eastenders, never seen an episode of it, and I had no idea of the name of his character or the actor who plays him. And my brain does this funny thing when I get a bit excited, I do silly and embarrassing things. Because he was in front of me I leaned forward until I was level with his ear, and I just whispered 'EASTENDERS' like that. To which he then turned around and it wasn't the guy from Eastenders at all. He had the same startled confused expression on his face that I had on mine. To which my brain thought incredibly quickly to get myself out of this situation, I just went 'pass it on then?' To which he then whispered the same to the bloke in front. Very funny moment of my life, had to be blogged. Hope you found it as funny as I did.
Anyway, it's Sunday, which means Sunday lunch. Alons-y.
I've now been collecting nectar points for about 3 years and you hear all these stories about people buying all these luxury items like flat screen TVs, PS3s, iPads, all this right. I've recently found out that if I was to spend all of my nectar points in say Tesco today, I'd have enough points for a tiny little jar of honey! I'd be better off collecting nectar. I've also worked out that if I was to save up my nectar points to the age where I could afford an iPad, I'd reach a staggering age of 412. That's like saying, oh yeah, you'll be able to buy all these luxury items if you save up your nectar points, but you need have a timelord lifespan to be able to buy them.
Also, funny story I'd like to share with you. I was in the bank the other day, in the queue, and there was this man in front of me who I thought was from Eastenders. Now, I don't watch Eastenders, never seen an episode of it, and I had no idea of the name of his character or the actor who plays him. And my brain does this funny thing when I get a bit excited, I do silly and embarrassing things. Because he was in front of me I leaned forward until I was level with his ear, and I just whispered 'EASTENDERS' like that. To which he then turned around and it wasn't the guy from Eastenders at all. He had the same startled confused expression on his face that I had on mine. To which my brain thought incredibly quickly to get myself out of this situation, I just went 'pass it on then?' To which he then whispered the same to the bloke in front. Very funny moment of my life, had to be blogged. Hope you found it as funny as I did.
Anyway, it's Sunday, which means Sunday lunch. Alons-y.
Friday 16 November 2012
How the hell did we get to Cyprus?
Okay, time to write this. What's happened? Well I've recently found out the inconvenience of not getting coins from work anymore. Especially £1 coins actually. Simply because I usually sit at school facing a vending machine, that often tempts me into buying chocolate or a similar snack. Which I quite often do, however the change I do have, is mainly 10p's which makes me look like a fat bastard putting lots of money into the vending machine and then getting like one chocolate bar out of it, makes the machine look like it charges a lot for what it's worth. There is of course a shop across the road, which I would have burned some calories walking there and back, but why walk 100 metres across the road when I could walk a metre towards a vending machine? In conclusion, I'm lazy.
Today, was also mufti day which meant as a rarity, mostly sixth form came in pyjamas. Well I say most, the ones that don't were seriously missing out. We laid out sleeping bags and everything! Lessons in pyjamas just made you feel that little bit more sleepy. Not that I don't feel like that usually, but certain lessons you just fall asleep in anyway without the need of suitable clothing. I had really bad hair today as well, but I had an excuse to call it bed hair. It should be compulsory for sixth formers to wear pyjamas to school everyday.
My car insurance starts tomorrow, which means I'm out on the road. The only problem I have is directions at the minute. This is because I'm used to having someone next to me talking like my own personal sat-nav. Would be a pun there if his name was Tom, but anyway. (Tom? - TomTom? No/yes). I'm going to a friend's birthday gathering get-together tomorrow, on my own, which should be damn scary and I might end up in Cyprus, by getting on a ferry. Ooh, that rhymed.
Anyhow, time to go and eat, and Twitter, and sleep in pyjamas. Bye. x
Today, was also mufti day which meant as a rarity, mostly sixth form came in pyjamas. Well I say most, the ones that don't were seriously missing out. We laid out sleeping bags and everything! Lessons in pyjamas just made you feel that little bit more sleepy. Not that I don't feel like that usually, but certain lessons you just fall asleep in anyway without the need of suitable clothing. I had really bad hair today as well, but I had an excuse to call it bed hair. It should be compulsory for sixth formers to wear pyjamas to school everyday.
My car insurance starts tomorrow, which means I'm out on the road. The only problem I have is directions at the minute. This is because I'm used to having someone next to me talking like my own personal sat-nav. Would be a pun there if his name was Tom, but anyway. (Tom? - TomTom? No/yes). I'm going to a friend's birthday gathering get-together tomorrow, on my own, which should be damn scary and I might end up in Cyprus, by getting on a ferry. Ooh, that rhymed.
Anyhow, time to go and eat, and Twitter, and sleep in pyjamas. Bye. x
Saturday 10 November 2012
Villain role
Hello! Yes, well, blogging time. Something that has annoyed me this week is the amount of Twitter users now referring to their followers as tweeters. That's like me coming on here talking to you guys and calling you bloggers.
Anyway, what's been happening? I passed my driving test! Yeah, I got a really nice examiner as well. He sort of started up conversations with me to stop me being nervous. Although he did wear his glasses at the crook of his nose and look past them at you. He also had a long nose. Kind of reminded you of a stereotypical headmaster you didn't like. But anyway, he was lovely. I'm just sorting out my insurance now, and I'll be on the road.
The last two performances of 'Are You Being Served?' was last week. They went incredibly well, they were funny, and nobody asked for their money back. Although someone did tip me for doing it one night, which I found a little bit insulting. But all in all an excellent set of performances. We're currently in the development of a Panto in the new year, where I'll hopefully play the villain role, which I've never actually played before. Should be fun.
Right, that's about all that has happened this week, catch yous later bloggers!
Anyway, what's been happening? I passed my driving test! Yeah, I got a really nice examiner as well. He sort of started up conversations with me to stop me being nervous. Although he did wear his glasses at the crook of his nose and look past them at you. He also had a long nose. Kind of reminded you of a stereotypical headmaster you didn't like. But anyway, he was lovely. I'm just sorting out my insurance now, and I'll be on the road.
The last two performances of 'Are You Being Served?' was last week. They went incredibly well, they were funny, and nobody asked for their money back. Although someone did tip me for doing it one night, which I found a little bit insulting. But all in all an excellent set of performances. We're currently in the development of a Panto in the new year, where I'll hopefully play the villain role, which I've never actually played before. Should be fun.
Right, that's about all that has happened this week, catch yous later bloggers!
Friday 2 November 2012
Putting chattering teeth down a man's Speedos
In the past few days I've been rehearsing for this production re-make of 'Are You Being Served?' with the first of three nights being last night. Surprisingly, it went better than expected. However there is a certain part of which I have to put a pair of chattering teeth down a model's Speedos. (Baring in mind this was a plastic model. If he was real I think I may have turned up to the wrong show). The key that made the chattering teeth move dropped out onto the stage floor. So Mr Rumbold in theory would have noticed something was behind my back, still, the show must go on. We had laughs all the way through it, which was what we were stressing about. But all in all a very good first night.
Another thing, a few nights ago it was of course Haloween! (and no, I wasn't the bloke who gave kids who were trick-or-treating cocaine instead of sweets, I was the bloke who threw skittles a them and shouted 'taste the rainbow'). Another reason I very much disagree with the whole 'knocking on strangers doors asking for sweets' part of Haloween. However it's also a very good excuse to get drunk in the middle of the week. However at a party I was very pleased to go to, someone drunk so much alcohol in such a short space of time, he passed out and we had to phone the ambulance and paramedics. He's fine now, thank god, but I hope he knows his drinking limits for next time. I just don't want anyone reading this to make the same silly mistakes that he did. Please don't feel pressurised to drink loads, its definitely not cool. You can of course have a good time without alcohol, and save money too.
I'm quite glad I didn't drink too much that night because I did have the first night of 'Are You Being Served?' the night after. So turning up to the production still slightly drunk, I could've been doing more than putting chattering teeth down a plastic model's Speedos.
So, that's my last few days blogged. Tonight is the second night of the production which will hopefully house a lot more people than last night. I will be blogging about the second and last night as soon as I recover. I do hope you're all enjoying knowing all about what I've been up to. Until the next time...
Monday 29 October 2012
Sellotaping a Hedgehog's bottom to my chin
Okay. Well I've decided to make a blog for the courtesy of not knowing what else to do with my life. Actually, I should be doing stuff right now like revising for exams, rehearsing for a production I'm doing this week and working to earn money. So yeah, this blog clearly has more advantages than disadvantages.
Since this is my first ever post, I thought I'd tell you a little about myself. My name is Ollie, I'm currently a sixth form student in Northamptonshire, an amateur dramatic actor (essentially just a drama queen) and I work in my local village shop. I get quite paranoid thinking that I might actually be the village idiot sometimes.
So, what's happened in the past week? Well, since you're asking, not much. Which defeats the point of this blog, me telling you all the things that have happened in my life. Oh, actually started to grow a beard. Just to see what it looked like (notice how I'm using past tense) but because I'm such a well groomed gentleman, I couldn't stand having this strange stubble across my face, and it got to the stage where it wasn't yet a beard but also wasn't really a stubble anymore. It was just really prickly and horrible. It felt like I had Sellotaped a hedgehog's bottom to my chin every time I rubbed it against something. So the beard had to go. I'm now back to this clean-shaven face which feels so much nicer and smoother. Still haven't given up on the idea of a beard though, will try it at again at some point. Probably when I get trapped on a desert island or get kidnaped, although could be quite humiliating when I'm rescued with the lack of facial hair I've actually acquired.
So, this is the first of hopefully many blog posts and I promise to have even more stories for you next time. See you laters.
Since this is my first ever post, I thought I'd tell you a little about myself. My name is Ollie, I'm currently a sixth form student in Northamptonshire, an amateur dramatic actor (essentially just a drama queen) and I work in my local village shop. I get quite paranoid thinking that I might actually be the village idiot sometimes.
So, what's happened in the past week? Well, since you're asking, not much. Which defeats the point of this blog, me telling you all the things that have happened in my life. Oh, actually started to grow a beard. Just to see what it looked like (notice how I'm using past tense) but because I'm such a well groomed gentleman, I couldn't stand having this strange stubble across my face, and it got to the stage where it wasn't yet a beard but also wasn't really a stubble anymore. It was just really prickly and horrible. It felt like I had Sellotaped a hedgehog's bottom to my chin every time I rubbed it against something. So the beard had to go. I'm now back to this clean-shaven face which feels so much nicer and smoother. Still haven't given up on the idea of a beard though, will try it at again at some point. Probably when I get trapped on a desert island or get kidnaped, although could be quite humiliating when I'm rescued with the lack of facial hair I've actually acquired.
So, this is the first of hopefully many blog posts and I promise to have even more stories for you next time. See you laters.
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