Sunday Round-Up #9

Another Sunday, another Sunday Round-Up!

My abstract distraction this week is :

The Office - The UK version.

Before this Monday I’d never seen this show before (apart from that dancing scene). I decided to give it a go this week and I’ve already finished watching the first series. It’s brilliant.

It’s difficult to explain why I like it, it’s just so realistic or something, brilliant satirical writing. Ricky Gervais is really good in it - I never really rated him before, as his stand-up comedy show wasn’t all that great.

Well worth watching. And thanks to Joseph for persuading me into watching it.

Something that made me laugh this week :

This website - “Things My Girlfriend And I Have Argued About”.

Some classic examples of how woman can just be complete and utter mentalists at times.

I particularly enjoyed the following :

“I eat two-fingered Kit-Kats like I’d eat any other chocolate bars of that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two individual fingers first. Margret accused me of doing this, ‘deliberately to annoy her’. ”

“Wherever I’m standing is where Margret needs to be standing, and vice versa. Doesn’t matter where we are - the kitchen, the bathroom, Scotland - we each infuriatingly occupy the space where the other one wants to be, urgently. Over the years we’ve developed signals for this situation. Mine is to stand behind her and mutter under my breath. Margret’s is to shoulder-charge me out of the way.”

There’s a lot on there, so it’d be handy for anyone (particularly men) looking for something to read to waste some time (provided you’ve already dug through my archives on here).

Curses on :

My external hard-drive. Technically this is the hard-drive from my old laptop, just put into a caddy thingy. So now I want to use the 80gb for storing extra things or backing up my important files.

However, that bastard Mr. Vista, takes up a lot of space. I think between the Windows folder and the program files folder there’s about 30gb taken up. So obviously I tried to delete them two, but there’s some issue with permissions, and I can’t figure out how to delete them. I even tried a program called “Unlocker” which is really good for deleting locked files/folders, and that could do nothing.

Also, the hard-drive has a partition on it, which is just so fucking annoying. The computer picks it up as two separate 40gb hard-drives.

Anyone know how to sort this?

I’m pleased with :

College starts next week. Some friends from Wexford have settled into Halls in Dublin, and already it sounds like great fun. Timbaland is visiting Trinity college next week, and there’s rumours my beloved Pete Doherty will be too. Of all the people, my favourite musician!

I’ll be joining a lot of societies and all that, if even just to get the free stuff. You’ll be kept updated on here I imagine.

A pointless anecdote from this week :

I had a free house one night recently, on a Saturday night.

I took this chance to play a bit of music and get playing some bass along with it. Wasn’t at full volume or anything (my bass amp is only a pathetic 10w anyway). There I was, playing away to my little heart’s content, and I thought I heard a small noise. Looked on the ground and saw a pen, so presumed the cable just moved that or I stood on it or something, and carried on playing.

Then I heard another little noise. Stopped playing and muted the music, and went to see if someone had come home or something.

Heard the doorbell being rang.

Turned out it was half ten, I didn’t realise it had gotten so late. My neighbour had called in to politely ask me to turn it down, at which point I apologised profusely and asked him the time, and promptly felt like a bit of an arsehole when he looked at his watch and told me half ten. Thank Christ it was a Saturday night at least, which makes it a bit more excusable for breaking the unofficial 10pm noise curfew.

Moral of the story - keep an eye on the time when being loud.

Great guy/gal of this week :

The other day I had the nicest bus driver ever. I was the only person getting on the bus, and was using a ticket, so didn’t need to interact with the driver. I was holding the ticket quite visibly in my hand as I got on. I turned and went to put the ticket in the ticket device yoke, which meant I had my back to the driver.

Yet still, he greeted me really politely. Now this sounds like nothing, but it took me surprise. When I started using buses regularly I’d always be all polite and such, but after a while you tire of being pleasant when all you seem to get in return is a bus driver being a complete cunt right back at you.

Me : “How ya doin’? Town please, two euro *puts in money*”

Driver : ” *presses button and coughs* ”

Me : “Cheers mate”

Driver : ” *floors it* ”

Then as I went to sit down, some foreign girls were at front of the bus, to get off at the next stop. The bus driver (a Dubliner) was laughing and joking with them, which is rare for a bus driver driving a bus at rush hour. Then I caught his reflection in the driver mirror, and he was wearing such a cool pair of sunglasses.

He said thanks to every single person that got off the bus, which just doesn’t happen often at all.

That bus driver <3

Product/Service I like this week :

Converse shoes imitations. Got a cool pair of “fake cons” for €15 in New Look the other week, and they’re fastly becoming my favourite shoes - much more comfortable than the real thing. As a college student (albeit one who’s living at home) I have to control expenditure. I could have bought four pairs of these for the price it would have cost me to get the real ones.

A quote :

“When they kick at your front door, how ya gonna come? With your hands on your head, or on the trigger of your gun?

When the law break in, how ya gonna go? Shot down on the pavement, or waiting in death row?”

This is from the song “Guns Of Brixton” by The Clash. This is the only song (I think) where the lyrics were written by the bassist Paul Simonon. He sings on this song and swaps his bass for a guitar, and Joe Strummer takes over on bass duties. There’s some trivia for ya, right there.

More you say? Back in the days of The Libertines, Pete Doherty and Carl Barat were doing one of their infamous gigs in their own flat. The police were called, which happened regularly at these gigs. When the police came in, Pete ‘n’ Carl seranaded them with this song. That’s cool. End of.

Favourite song this week :

London Calling - by The Clash

While I’m talking about The Clash, I may as well give them the song of the week. This is one of their most popular songs. Often I hear it come on at a party or something, and get all excited and enthusiastic, and go up to whoever owns the iPod that’s playing :

“Didn’t know you liked The Clash!”

“What?”

“The Clash! This song!”

“Oh, nah, I only have this song, don’t know any of their other stuff”

“Oh right. I need a drink.”

Annoyingly, any good youtube videos I found of this had disabled embedding, so I’m only able to link to the song, which is here. When i first heard The Clash I didn’t like them at all, but they’re one of my favourite bands now, they really grew on me.

Anyone who’s ever played the game “Kerbs” (aka Kerbies) in their lifetime - stay tuned to this blog during the week.

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