Steve's livejournal

why is it when I remember about this I instantly forget about it?

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 23:38:08 GMT

cryptic enough?

holy forkin' shnit!

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 02:19:07 GMT

It's been a while since I've been here.

Truth be told, I actually forgot about it for a bit (already got a bebo and myspace rolling and recently got roped into facebook).

My minions I have not forgotten about you (in the last few seconds).

Normal service will resume shortly...

save_us

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 13:57:40 GMT

My Halloween Movie Picks (2007 edition)

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 20:09:31 GMT

I've done one of these for a few years now.

When thinking about this one I realised that they've been more or less the same, so I thought I'd try something different this year.

First of all I'm ditching the Top 10 concept.

Secondly since you can now embed Youtube videos here I'm going to include the theatrical trailers (if possible).

Finally I'm going to share what I'll be checking out, so you may (or may not) get an idea as to what I'm after for my Halloween "thrills".

Let's get this baby started...

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WRONG TURN
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"DOUBLE FEATURE"
THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT and BLAIR WITCH 2: BOOK OF SHADOWS
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DAWN OF THE DEAD (REMAKE)
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THE CROW
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"DOUBLE FEATURE"
The Ring and The Ring 2
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THE HILLS HAVE EYES (REMAKE)
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FREDDY VS JASON
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"DOUBLE FEATURE"
Saw 3 and Saw 4
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WHITE NOISE
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TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (REMAKE)
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SCREAM
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I hope (for whoever is still reading this...if anyone) that you find this version of my annual Halloween flick list better.

If I'm still doing this thing mext year I might stick to this method of doing it or go "old school"

save_us.222

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 18:05:38 GMT

3 years ago

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 16:24:47 GMT

It was 3 years ago when I started this thing up.

It's insane when I think about it.

I was 21 now I'm 24

Boy time can fly.

a long day...

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:26:58 GMT

From about 8.30 till about 5.30(ish) on Wednesday I was at the hospital.

I was in one of those gown things for about 99% of it and for the final bit of my stay I was wearing goddamn paper underwear...or whatever the hell it was made out of.

I got my face hacked open to remove a cyst (which in my current display pic is just under the WWE title belt on the far right.

I've got a bunch of stitches at the moment, my face is sore and I feel kind of cruddy because of that.

Hell I only got feeling back in my face about an hour ago after it being frozen with this stuff I'm not even going to attempt to spell.

I was there from about 8.30, didn't go under the knife till about 3.

It was a pain in the arse, especially since I wasn't meant to drink or eat and I was like that since about 8/9 last night. It was also just incredibly boring, but some of the nurses there were uber purrty : )

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 18:38:20 GMT

I'm 24, so I'm young and still don't have the complete experience of life yet.

There is one thing I think I've picked up on though, is that the weirdest things seem to happen when you least expect them.

Let's go back 1998 to get an idea where I'm coming from.

I was 15, I was in my third year of secondary/high school and I ended up in this music class.

Now up till that point my year was split up into about 6 groups of about 30 and that's the people that would be in all our classes.

This stops in third year and we're mixed up with the other groups and this music class was no exception. With the exception of about...well 1 the class was filled with decent people. Including a guy I became friends with (he's in the top row of my friends list), but I began talking with this girl in the class.

She was one of those people I just hit it off with straight away and we were pretty tight for a while. Until the obligitory (I think I spelled that right) teenage awkwardness kicked in and all of a sudden she was in my head pretty much 24/7. So someone who was friends with her as well offered to bring it up to see what her reaction was when they were talking one day.

Long story short, it didn't go well and she (at the time) had eyes on my cousin (which sparked a love triangle that would put Jack, Kate and Sawyer's to shame, hey I managed to get a Lost reference in :)

So there was awkwardness for a few weeks after this as I felt like a tool. But the guy from before cleared the air because he noticed this and everything was as good as new again.

The last time I saw or spoke to her was in 2001

...until a few weeks ago

a video I made

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 20:11:10 GMT

I've seen a bunch of Jack/Sawyer and Kate videos around youtube.

So I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring...

R.I.P. Chris Benoit and his wife and son

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 00:59:20 GMT

R.I.P. Chris Benoit and his family

I'm in complete shock.

I honestly can't think of anything to say.

My thoughts go to the Benoit family at this tragic time.

The OC ain't got nothing on this

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 18:24:49 GMT

A while back I had someone compare me to a character from The OC.

Now at the time I had never seen an episode of the show, so when this happened I checked a couple out on that On Demand thing on Virgin Central.

As I stated before, the show ain't that bad and I can see why people dig it.

However, when watching I just constantly saw it as a piss poor version of:

Now that's a show I liked, it was one of my few "guilty pleasures".

no hidden meanings listed fuckstick

Sat, 26 May 2007 20:34:06 GMT

I ain't hiding anything, I'll put all my cards on the table so to speak.

I've been told that I have (at times) an askewed view of things and life in general.

Since when was that a bad thing?

I mean it'll obviously rub some people the wrong way, but it certainly beats being one of the masses who doesn't say what they think and all like the same god damn thing.

Everybody around me goes loopy when the summer gets here and I just don't bloody get it. First of all, if hell freezes over you go on holiday and have a good time, then you're pissed off/upset about having to go back to your usual existance. I'd rather just cut out the middle and not go anywhere, I get pissed off everytime I come back.

We (in Scotland) have piss poor weather every single year, we had nothing but rain and gale force winds from about July to September (with the odd quiet day every few weeks). It just pissed me off and made me realise that I am and always will be a winter guy.

Hell when the weather is shitty then you just accept it as part of the package and you don't have to suffer from hayfever.

I even hate these light nights we have, it just buggers up my "body clock" for the entire day regardless of whether I'm busy or doing nothing. So that in turn results in many, many sleepless nights.

Then in the UK summertime = reality TV time.

Even if you don't watch much TV, our papers, magazines, radios and websites are filled with the latest "gossip" that quite honestly very few people give a crap about in the first place.

On top of that you have movies that are all bang, but 99.9% of the time they have absolutely nothing to them. The only big blockbuster I've seen from last year was Pirates...2.

This year we're getting Transformers...do we really need it? Mind you, I'd rather sit through that than see the big screen version of The Sims (which is happening and I wish I was joking).

Now onto wrestling (bet you saw my profile and never would've guessed that I'm a wrestling fan).

Back in the day the WWE (then WWF) would run 4 PPVs a year (Royal Rumble, Wrestlemania, Summerslam and Survivor Series).

This changed around 1995-96 when they started having 1 PPV a month, which would (obviously) lead to 12 per year.

They changed it again as some months will have 2 PPVs to it's name.

There was a PPV on last week (Judgment Day)

There is a PPV on next week (One Night Stand)

and another one about 2 weeks after that (Vengeance)

It would help if they were all of at least decent quality, but that honestly hasn't been the case. Some of the shows have good matches on them, just to have it let down by something utterly piss poor.

I'd rather see someone like Matt Hardy than having to sit through a 2 hour show pretty much dedicated to Bobby Lashley.

Anyway, that's (at least part of) my annual "I hate summer" rant over. If you stayed for the whole thing then my hat is off to you, even though I'm not wearing one.

Rock and roll.

p.s. - this thing is nearly 3 years old, how time flies...

the end is here

Fri, 25 May 2007 19:40:05 GMT

It's been a while I know, but bear with me.

Those that know me well know that I don't go out all the time.

Don't get me wrong, I do like going out and doing "my thing" but at the same time I do enjoy quiet nights in.

Now as you may or may not know I'm an avid movie "buff" or "geek". In fact I'm the go to guy when someone in my family will want to know something.

Though I watch a lot of movies, I don't watch much in the way of TV.

I used to watch Simpsons, but I lost the channel that was on.

Beyond that the only regular thing I watch is WWE and even then that's becoming tough, due to piss poor creative stuff about 99% of the time.

That was until last year, during my exams/study leave at university I thought I'd treat myself to the season 1 boxset of Lost which I found on sale.

I've been hooked on that damn show ever since I fired up the first disc and the first episode.

That doesn't happen to me, a show usually has to win me over and that rarely happens and that's why I don't watch much in the way of TV.

It's 03.55am on Friday, May 25th 2007 as I write this.

I've just seen the season 3 finale of Lost and that's it until at least February 2008.

I've got a load of freetime on my hands now...

...son of a bitch...

I'm now 24

Thu, 22 Mar 2007 23:04:24 GMT

Why do I have to get old!?!?!?!?

I thought I had a deal going with god, let the others get old but not me!

I'm Steve, I'm cute and loveable!

oh the pain of it all...

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:30:27 GMT

Rejection from a member of the opposite sex, we've all been there at least once in our lives...however I think I've been there a bit more than most people.

Here is a list of everything I've been told:

1. I like you as a friend.
2. I'd rather french kiss a car battery.
3. I'm seeing someone.
4. I like you as a friend, but I like your cousin.
5. --- suicide attempt ---
6. I'm a lesbian
7. I think I like girls now
8. Take off your Halloween costume
9. What do you mean that's not a costume?
10. --- commited to mental institution ---
11. HELP!
12. It's not you, it's me.
13. You're too young
14. I'm joining a cult that forbids any of these kinds of activiites.
15. I'm going to be abducted by aliens tonight.
16. I like you as a friend.
17. I'm leaving the country.
18. I'm having a sex change operation
19. I like you as a friend.
20. Lost is on, I've got to go
21. As long as you're up for having a three way with me and my dog.
22. I died months ago, I'm actually a ghost
23. I'm waiting for "insert random guy name" to become single.
24. I thought you were gay
25. I've seen someone out of pity already this year

new Grindhouse trailer

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 14:26:24 GMT

rock and roll

I walk alone

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 21:47:37 GMT

I'm having one of those shitty days where I'm feeling sorry for myself and feeling generally bummed out.

Why? I don't know

I just am and it friggin' sucks.

While I'm here just a lil' reminder that I'm 24 next month...so I'm expecting cards, money and/or gifts.

:)

what to write about

Mon, 12 Feb 2007 22:02:04 GMT

To be honest I can't think of jackshit to write about.

I honestly can't...

Yet I'm still typing...

and you might still be reading...

it's a sad day :(

it's a weird thing

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 19:44:34 GMT

It's weird, it seems like every year around this time I always seem to be looking back at the stuff I've done in my life.

Back in 2001 I finished secondary/high school, I turned 18 about 2-3 months before that last day. School sucked a majority of the time, when the occasional good thing happened it usually was followed by a load of random and worthless shit.

The last day was a laugh though, it was just one of those genuinely good days from top to bottom. But I was glad to an extent that I was leaving that place.

Now I knew I had exams to do, but there was something constantly looming over all of that though.

That August/September I was moving on to new territory, I was going on to college and to say that I found the thought a bit intimidating would be an understatement.

So it was time to start college, I went in and "did my thing" and successfully finished my first year there.

It was now June, I was 19 and I had just had my last class for that year. Now something weird started happening, I found my "groove" what I was doing there felt (for lack of a better term) natural.

So August rolled round, it was time for my second year to begin.

I walked into the building, then waited outside the class I was meant to be in.

This guy came up to me and asked if this was the right room, I told him it was and we both introduced ourselves (nearly 5 years have passed and we're still pretty "tight"). There were a lot of people there that first day, but it was cool though. I looked around at the people there, again little did I know that I'd still be in contact with another person there nearly 5 years later.

A month or so later, along with a lecturer switch (we'd end up getting one of the most decent bastards I've ever met as a lecturer) and little did I know that do this day, the best 2 years of my life were in progress. Which would involve a lecturer and his CIA"esque" stories, filming a bunch of dancer/drama students, on location sound recording and generally have a bloody good time.

August 2003 rolled round (I was now 20), we all went in and it seemed more like a "reunion" than college started again, hell I'll go one further and actually say that I was somewhat looking forward to all starting again.

We all put that behind us in June 2004, the general feeling among the people I keep in contact with is that we miss it.

It's now 2007.

I'll be 24 in 2 months.

They say that "you can never go home again"

...just watch me.

Big Brother auditions part 6 - what happened?

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 19:06:51 GMT

So it was time for us to move onto the main area where every single one of us would be judged by whatever it is they were hunting for, I've never felt like such a whore in my life I mean I was just standing there doing my "thang" will in the back of my mind I was saying "pick me dammit, you know it makes sense".

So first thing was first, we were asked if any of us would be willing to lie down. Within a milisecond a guy walked forward, he was told to fall down in any position...and he did so.

As a group we were to go from person to person telling him to move one body part at a time, the goal was to gradually get him back to his feet with the minimal amount of moves possible.

So we did that, it didn't last too long.

Next task, we were to go into pairs and we were to get to know each other within a 2 minute timeframe. We would then tell the others what we learned about that person and vice versa.

So I look around for some poor bastard to put up with me, then I hear:

"hiya"

I turn round and there was that picture perfect woman/girl/chick I was talking about in the pervious entry, with a leg melting Irish accent (which I don't usually go for).

"do you want to pair up?"

I was like "rock and roll".

So we walked away a bit where it was quieter (by a tiny bit). I find out that her name is Mick(ey), she was from Ireland and she was 19.
She asks me some things, though she was like "what to I ask?" but I eventually asked her if she's going to college or anything like that.

She straight out tells me that she ran away from home when she was 17 and was there to meet new people, she asks whether I had a girlfriend...and this is where I think I dropped the ball. I said "no" (which is true) it wasn't till later when somebody told me that I should've been like "How you doin'?" (Friends and Joey fans will get that), or at least have seen if she was single or not.
I dropped the ball again when she asks me where I go when I go out.

Ok, I've been a border line hermit this year but for fucks sake I could've slyly asked her where she goes and what not. So as you can gather I was so not on the ball that the ball was a dot in the distance. Hell when the time was up my initial thought was "that could've went better on my end".

Anyway, so the time ran out for this little task and we all went up in our pairs to try and sell each other as much as possible. We were last and we went up and did our thing, it went as well as it could've to be honest. Though I did think of some other stuff I could've plugged in when we were done.

Next up we were told to line up as the two "judges" pulled out an envelope, she told us that there would be some form of description on a piece of card.

The description was "intimidating".

We were then to put ourselves in order with regards to how intimidating we think we are. I ended up going right at the bottom, so in this case I was the least intimidating (I was standing with the "heavy" gay guy...again). When we were done doing that, I was pulled out of the line to give my thoughts on the final order we decided on and I was asked to give my honest opinion. There were two random guys in the group that were pretty tall looking (might've been due to the boots they were wearing) and I mentioned I might've put those two guys nearer the top (going strictly on first impressions). They laughed (in a good way) and seemed somewhat complimented on what I just said, one of the guys said pretty much the same thing about me and also the fact that I was rocking my goatee (had a good shave the night before, so that's all that was there).

So I went back into line and we were given another card/description.

This time we were to judge how "weird" we were.

I've went through a lot of my life (not so much recently) being told I was weird by other people due to my interests and the way I dressed. So with that there was little hesitation in putting me at the top, as soon as I know it the "heavy" gay guy is standing next to me...again!.

After that we were told we could take a brief break to talk amongst ourselves as the two "judges" walked away a bit and started chatting. To be honest I didn't know what the hell was going on at this stage, it was me, the "heavy" gay guy, the "picture perfect" chick and one or two other people standing. We eventually joined a circle as the others wanted to play a random game, then someone suggested we all sing a song...which eventually ended up being "Don't Stop Me Now" (or whatever the song is called) by Queen (it's recently been used in some TV adverts and the movie Shaun of The Dead).

To be honest I only knew about 1 or 2 lines from it, so I was somewhat lost as I randomly mouthed some words through out the rest of the song.

Moments later we were then asked to line up again, there was this kind of "this is it" kind of vibe in the air.

We were thanked for taking the time to come to the auditions, we were told that not all of us would be picked. We were asked to extent one of our arms, the people getting through to the next stage were given a stamp on the hand.

Did I get a stamp?

Did I get through to the next stage?

...no...

So that was it, only three people out of the many in our group (probably about 15 give or take). The "picture perfect" chick never made it, either did the "heavy" gay guy, so I grabbed my jacket pulled it on and looked about.

Have you ever had one of those realisations that hits you right on the spot?

I realised nothing would've happened with that "picture perfect" chick, but for fuck sake man ...I'll never know for definite and that's the kind of bullshit that eats me up more than anything. I'd rather be told to burn in hell than not know something and that's the honest truth.

Anyway, there were a lot of people leaving now and I lost her in the crowd and I left with a big "?" hanging over my head.

I have been to the SECC on 5 different occasions, each one of those times the arena was packed in literally every area. This time it was really quiet in comparison, so I had a slow walk out of the building as I took everything in and reflected on the morning that was and could've been.

After buying a drink and making a phone call, my dad was waiting for me outside (to take me home). I still didn't rush though, I'm one of those guys that likes to take everything in and I was doing that to the upmost, I even wandered into an onsite newsagent as I was using this as a sort of "clear my head" time.

I eventually made my way out and I was gone after a few minutes.

The night before I clocked in something like 5 hours of sleep (I usually need at least 7), however something weird happened on the way home. I felt completely energised, I was bummed out a bit about the "picture perfect" chick but I was completely amped up. It was like that morning gave me a shot of life or something, it's hard to explain.

But it was something I have only felt like 3 times since 2004.

Looking back on it (which is why I've been doing these overly long entries) it was a great morning and it was a good laugh. Would I go back and do it again? yeah, I definitely would.

Do I have a few things I would've done differently?

Yeah, the "picture perfect" chick is out of my life like a bat out of hell but at least I met her. I would've been more "on the ball" the entire morning and would definitely made sure that the "heavy" gay guy would've been to the other side of me or something during the games we played so I would've had more time with her.

I mean I got the idea to do this around the middle of last year. I went and did it though, it's better than having one big regret by not doing it.

The End

Big Brother auditions part 5 - what happened?

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 19:21:49 GMT

So as the last blog drew to a close I mentioned about the whole tennis ball game thing that we were about to play.

I was first, I had to pass the tennis ball without using my hands or feet to the next person and he's pass it on to the next person etc... until it got to the final person in line.

I would be passing the ball to the "heavy" gay guy, so once I got the gist of what was going on I instantly thought back to a similar game I played as a young kid. So without thinking I stuck the ball under my chin and passed it along to the guy.

Now I'm all about opportunities, regardless of how they're seen. It wasn't till about Monday night (possibly early Tuesday morning) when I was telling someone about it that I realised something that I never picked up on that day.

He was standing next to this absolutely picture perfect woman/girl/chick (whatever you want to call her). The bastard then went and did the "neck" thing with her to pass the ball, damn that was the definition of a missed opportunity if I ever saw one (little did I know that 2 more opportunities would slip through my fingers by the time I left).

Anyway, he passed the ball to her and fucked up, so I had to start over again. He passed and fucked up again, so again I had to start the damn thing. He nearly mucked it up again but she managed to cover it up in a rather crafty manner (she braced the ball with her hand which was out of view of the others). It didn't matter anyway as we'd already lost the game, though it was eventually pointed out that our team had more members than the other.

Next up was one of those games where you were possibly in the position to "take one for the team". We were still in our circle when one of the peeps in charge said kiss the person to your left and right.

Now this posed somewhat of a problem at my end as I had nobody to my right and the "heavy" gay guy to my left. This is somewhat of a disclaimer, I'm not in the slightest bit homophobic, in fact I hate the religious buggers that say they're sinning etc in fact that's one of the main reasons I haven't been drawn into these organised religions.

Anyhoo, I just wasn't willing to kiss a guy, gay or straight that's a "line in the sand" for me that I didn't want to cross. I wasn't the only one left like that as the same thing happened to the person at the other end of the line.

Two things happened though that I wasn't quite on my toes about.

1. At one point during this I felt someone touch my shoulder, unfortunately it was a milisecond before it was "game over". It was one of the female "peeps" in charge, hell I would've got a "smooch" for pretty much no reason.
2. Again the "heavy" gay guy was standing next to that "absolutely picture perfect woman/girl/chick" and he got a kiss off her...ARGH!!!!!!!

I need to compose myself...

So after that we had a game where the first person in each team had to start dancing, everybody in line had to do the same thing until someone stepped forward and did something different.

I was first up and I tore the damn house down, with a head nodding, arm moving, standing on the same spot numbers.

This game passed pretty quickly, next up was a rousing game of Simon Says.

This didn't last too long, about 4 people actually did the "simon says..." schtick. I did hate it when they said "simon says...sit down" as the floor was bloody solid concrete with absolutely no give to it. So when that was said you did hear a number of thuds as people went down.

The "heavy" gay guy milked it though as he would say shit like:

"I say...sit down, but simon says...hop up and down"

It got tiring and luckily his "reign of terror" didn't last too long.

We were then given a binbag out of all things.

There was a hole in the top and bottom of it, we basically had to put the bag on over our heads and take it off at our feet. We could do this in anyway we wanted, whether someone did it for us, we did it 2 at a time...etc. The only catch was that it was a race.

So it was time to roll, again I was first up I pulled the bag over my head and pulled it off at my feet at a decent pace and passed it on. When it got to the end we had to do it in reverse e.g. I would be the last person. By this point a guy in our team decided to help everyone get it on and off, all I essentially had to do was stand pretty damn straight and lift my legs as he dragged the bag down.

I think I kneed the poor bastard in the head (not hard though, but I'm sure I did clip him) as I tried to make sure I didn't trip up or anything like that and fuck it up.

Again we lost as we had more people in our team, it was a bloody fix I tells ya'

At this point we were told it was time to move on to "the big show" where it was time to "wow" and "impress".

...To be continued...

Big Brother auditions part 4 - what happened?

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 23:56:13 GMT

It's been a bit of a ride folks, but this tale is slowly coming to a close.

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So as the queue in "room 2" was steadily moving forward, I thought it would be an ideal time to have a look ahead to see if I can prepare myself for the onslaught that was waiting.

I was looking at the first groups that were put together (those at the front of the queue) and trying to see what exactly they were doing, as I checked out the 3 seperate groups I also noticed that there was a make shift "holding pen/station" for those that were ready to advance to the group stages.

I kind of lost track of the time at this point, so it's hard to say how long I was standing there for. Thankfully, it seemed pretty short compared to the other area we were waiting in, between reading the various disclaimer forms (that seemed to become more frequent as we moved forward) and half arsed/assed attempts at a mexican wave.

Then all of a sudden I was pretty much at the front of the queue (about 4 or 5 people were in front). So I was in the same group as the big gay guy I mentioned as well as an absolute knockout of a "chick" (which I'll get to in a minute).

Some people behind me joined the team as well, a bunch of others made another team. So we were all put together in the holding area (which consisted of a single security barrier) and were told to form a giant circle.

Now there was about 2-3 people running this part of it, only one of them stayed for the entire run (at least for my team). The first

The first thing we did was have a "dance off", which didn't go down to well as out of the two groups (which combined was about 20 peeps), only about 5 people did anything. We did have one schmuck doing that breakdancing bullshit, but it was somewhat amusing though. Then the gay guy next to me jumps out and does the hip grinding thing...as I've mentioned the guy was a bit large/heavy, so it wasn't that great to see to be honest, before anyone mentions anything I know I'm not the lightest cat in the world...but still.

After that we were to see if we had anything we were good at, one woman (around my age I'm guessing) did The Worm which was pretty damn decent and I was amazed her jeans/denims stayed on as when she got up I got a glimpse of arse/ass crack. Again this portion didn't go down to well, but you could see we were starting to warm up to this experience.

Next up we were seperated into our groups again and were told to stand in a straight line as it was now time for a race.

I was at the front so I was first, so I had to run to the back of the queue, crawl through everybodies legs back to where I started.

3...2...1...GO!

I jogged (didn't want to fall and make an arse/ass of myself) but I made up for it with the crawling part as I glided through the first few pairs of legs and made my way to the front. Now at this point my elbow was sore off of the carpet (I had the wise idea to roll up the sleeves of the top I was wearing) which was that rough, rough "wirey" stuff. The gay guy however fucked it up and went in front of me and that meant we had to start again, so with teary eyes (knowing I'd be feeling this in the morning) I did the whole routine again.

Now I was moving at a pace that I didn't have time to realise that if I was a big ol' perv (which I can be :) this was an opportunity and a half, but I let it slide. When I got back to the front I was just bracing myself for someone to come firing by as I obviously couldn't see jackshit and I didn't know when anybody was coming.

Eventually the game came to an end and we owned it :)

Next up we were told to get back into the circle we were in earlier as another race about to start, this time we were to pass a tennis ball to the last person in our team without using our hands or feet.

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to be continued
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Big Brother auditions part 3 - what happened?

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 18:04:43 GMT

I'm back, what was originally meant to be a 2 part blog has turned into a 3+ part "saga".

Let's get the ball rolling again, but before we get started there was an observation I made that I'd like to comment on

I have never seen so many "well groomed" people in one place before. I mean it wasn't even 9am by the time I got in and about 90% of the people there looked pretty damn spiffy (especially someone 2 or so peeps in front of me)...though some did over do it in some cases, like a random guy with heavily, heavily moussed or gelled hair, a shirt that read "I party like Kate Moss" and a big ol' cardboard sign reading something like "Pick me Big Bro"

Enough of that...

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So after about 40 minutes of standing around and having the queue slowly move forward we progressed towards two doors. Along the way there was a bunch of Big Brother logos mentioning what this is in case we needed reminded.

At the two doors there were a couple of peeps that work at the venue (I'm assuming), they would tell people to wait if there were too many people queued up in this smaller room.

Anyway, I made my way through the doors and I saw more security barricades and the queue continuing.

A blurry shot of the next room.

Throughout the initial start of the room, there were a number of pillars around. Pinned to either side of these were legal disclaimers about what we could potentially be letting ourselves into it (about how it might be televised and things of that nature).

The queue moved forward a little bit before it seemed to come to a stand still again, I took the picture above during that and as you can see I couldn't see that much initially. I did see a number of people who I assume work for Endemol productions/Brighter Picture productions/Channel 4 as a couple of them were rocking Big Brother 8 shirts.

So the queue again began to move forward and where I was now standing it was now a straight run from where I was to the front of the queue. It was around here that it kind of sunk in that I was here and what might be involved as the morning progressed.

As we slowly moved forward, the "heavy" gay guy next to me was talking to his boyfriend about how he was getting really nervous and wanted him to audition with him, the other guy was having none of it.

Funny thing was, I was standing there listening to him and I realised that I was anything but nervous. I was more "amped up" if anything (and even then that is a major if) as I didn't have a fucking clue as to what to expect in the "group stage".

As I was standing there, I saw that more people were slowly making their way into this room. Including a guy who was wearing a sunflower costume /head piece thing around his head...yeah that was my reaction as well.

The two women in the black were wearing those BB8 shirts I was talking about, the guy in the middle was working with them and the peeps to the right were the groups we would eventually get broken up into.

...to be continued...

Big Brother auditions blog part 2

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 01:06:26 GMT

Good to see you back folks, so let's continue the story of my adventures from Sunday morning.

Oh, there will be a part 3

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The place where the queue started, it was a hell of a lot better than waiting out in the wind and rain.

So I'm standing in what looks to be some form of storage area/warehouse, (though I'm probably wrong but that's what it looked like) and I look around at the queue in front of me.

One thing that did strike me was the amount of people there, I've heard from previous years that there were thousands turning up, but you were lucky if there was anything from about 100-105 upwards. I'm chalking that up to the fact that there were also auditions the day before. The people at the front were all sitting/lying down, so I'm assuming they had been there for a while.

Anyway I scan the crowd to see what kind of people were there, at that time (around 8.30am) there wasn't much in the way of "over the top" people that you'd expect. Though there were two schmucks there wearing kilts (way to go living up to the stereotype guys). At this point I checked in with my folks as they were wanting to know how I was getting on.

There was a guy in front of me, he was pretty quiet until his boyfriend appears (he was holding his place in the queue). "The boyfriend" is one of those over the top camp kind of guys, some of the stuff he was saying was pretty funny, like his random assumption and guessing that every guy there was gay.

So as time was passing people were slowly filtering in, behind me a bunch of guys filtered in who (no offence to them) looked borderline identical. They had the semi spiked, messed up, heavily gelled/moussed hair. There were also two girls with them, judging by their ages I assumed they were their girlfriends (I was partially right). It got to a point where I couldn't see any further beyond that, so I decided to have a little peak as we moved round. At this point it sunk in, there was no turning back and I was definitely doing this thing.

Beyond the queue there were two massive Miller Beer cooler/storage thingys and there was a toilet just beyond that, if the coolers were opened it was pretty much the perfect setting for getting sauced, I'm assuming they filled and there were toilets...which is handy for me as I start pissing every few minutes when I start drinking.

Now in front of me, you had the two gay guys that I mentioned (the one that actually went through with it was a bit heavier than the other guy, so I'll refer to him as the heavy one from now on). Beyond that I could see two girls, but I again couldn't get a good look at them without making it obvious I was staring, so I did my best to make it look somewhat subtle. One looked slightly older than the other, but other than how they looked that's all I could tell from where I was standing.

I want to add the fact that when standing in the queue, it wasn't that clear to where we would actually be going. There were two sets of doors and I guess we could've been going through any of them. At about 8.40(ish)am a set of doors open briefly and that kind of settled the "where am I going?" query. I could just see in and all I saw was more of those safety barrier things, as well as a bunch of red curtains and a couple of people (who I'd find out were the people doing the initial "recruiting") were walking around, a guy in a sort of suit came walking out as well...dunno what that was about.

The doors we eventually went through are part of one of those grey walls.

After about another 10 or so minutes the queue started to gradually move forward, but it came to a grinding hault. I had moved round and could now see there were more people waiting behind, but I figured "fuck it" I was in front and it doesn't really matter.

Then a photographer came out with his "bag of toys" and a camera draped round his neck. So he began snapping various pictures (which I'm bound to be in a majority of), he moved round the queue and area getting more shots, he then backed his stuff and headed off. Now this is where I'm slightly puzzled, I dunno who or what he was taking the pictures for, I dunno if it was for a website, newspaper or magazine (so if anyone can help, gimme a shout so I can put my mind at ease).

The photographer, I still don't quite know why I took this one.

So at this point the doors finally opened, and all kinds of random shenanigans were awaiting our arrival.

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to be continued
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Still to come...

What exactly made me weak at the knees?

Why was I pissed at the "heavy guy" in front of me?

Why was my elbow hurting when I got home?

and...how well did I do?

(along with everything else promised in part 1)

All this and more bat fans, same bat time, same bat channel

Big Brother auditions part 1 - what happened?

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 19:58:24 GMT

Ok, I said I'd try to have this up by Sunday night or Monday but to be honest I just wasn't in the mood for it.

I went to the Big Brother 8/2007 (UK version) auditions at the SECC here in Glasgow on Sunday morning and to be honest it was quite enjoyable (or a good laugh depending on what you want to call it).

So I'm going to pretty much run down what went down throughout my time there, so I'm going to break this down into about 2 (maybe 3) parts.

Let the show begin...I guess...

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So on Sunday morning I got up at around 7am to get ready for the start of the thing at 9am. So I did the usual shower/getting ready B.S. and grabs a couple of slices of toast before I got dressed (in case I made a mess or something).

At about 8-8.10am I head off towards the SECC while I was still a bit sleepy, it was also dark and cold out. From where I live it takes about a half hour drive (give or take) to get to the SECC, so I had plenty of time to get my wits about me before I got there.

So I got there around 8.30(ish)am and head where the entrance was. A couple of security guys asked if I was there for the BB auditions and re-directed me to where I was to go. The only problem was that it was cold as hell and I had to walk round part of the building to get there, so the damn cold definitely made me more alert : )

I eventually arrived at "Hall 2" of the SECC, which just looked like a big ol' warehouse/storage facility. Anyway, after navigating my way around a maze made out of security barriers I got to my place in the queue and there was no turning back.

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to be continued
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Coming up...

Why did I crawl through a bunch of people's legs?

Why did I "bust a move"?

What made me weak at the knees?

Why did I feel completely energized when I left but at the same time feel a little bummed out?

All this and more coming soon, so tune in same bat time, same bat channel.