Silly Busted.

I hope you don't mind me stealing this photo :)

Okay, if you're unfortunate enough to have time to read my blog on a regular basis you should know by now that I'm weird. Everyone kind of knows that anyway, so hopefully you won't be too shocked when I say: This morning I woke up at 8:45 to a power drill vibrating my room and I thought to myself, I could quite happily piss on this builder's face.

It's the 31st of december today, which means it's the last day EVER of 2009 because next year it will be 2010 and in 1000 years it will be 3009.
But don't worry, I don't think much would have changed in 3009, except the human race would have realised that it's stupid to be living underwater due to a lack of oxygen and stuff and I mean THINK ABOUT IT, how are people going to live underwater? What about electricity?
But yeah the 31st of december is also Briony Davies' Birthday! WHICH IS TODAY. So Happy Happy Birthday! While I'm on the topic, the meeting of this whole new Parmiter's crowd has been great, I think I can speak for Helen aswell when I say that. I cannot believe I used to hate Jan Henney, it just seems ridiculous!
'Tis the end of my 16th year on the planet, so far so good, I know there's been a lot of pain and confusion for everyone this year, but it's also been a year of new experiences. New stomach hair. Operations. New limits of drunkenness I didn't think were possible. New found love for 'Crumpettoast'.'Crumpettoast' is one of my new food inventions. Here's how to do it.

1. Get a crumpet
2. get a slice of bread
3. put them both in the toaster
4. make your crumpet and toast
5. then put the crumpet on TOP of the toast (Genius, I know!)
6. and eat as one.

I've also discovered... what I can call Chipiki (Chip-Ee-Kee)

1. Get some chips and Tzatziki
2. dip a chip in the Tzatziki
3. EAT.

I know, don't thank me too much.
This year I discovered a lot about myself, which I suppose is good... but I think I'd rather not know.
I keep rambling on and on....and on so I'm going to wish you all a Happy New Year and a Happy Briony Davies Day!
Hope year '2010' is better than year '2009' :)

Aunty Avis!

I am not a very good blogger.
I'm not a very good anything.
Oh dear, HEEEELP MEEEE.
What do I do? What do I do?
Erghhhhh.
I feel like my old Great Aunty Avis.
R.I.P.
I do have some funny ass stories about Avis. Once... she ate some cigarette butts thinking they were peanuts "These are very nice Gerry, did you roast them yourself?" and when her electric blanket caught on fire and she thought that's how they kept you warm. so she just sat there on fire until the fire engines came.
she stole my Beano every year. She'd take all my Christmas presents and wouldn't give them back until the end of the night when she'd fallen asleep and poured whisky down herself.
She walk through the door every year and say to both my brothers and myself: "Ohhhh! Haven't you all grown like a palm tree!" In her Indian accent. Her husband was called Frank.... hence my middle name 'Francis' and my middle name on facebook :)
She died a few years ago. I can't remember how she died... I think just her old age of 93... but I do have a few funny imaginary deaths, which sounds sick, I know, but here they are:

1. She got beaten to death by teenagers after she kicked one in the balls.
2. She got eaten by pigeons
3. She crashed in to a tree on her motorbike.
4. she tried the electric blanket again and this time the fire engine's didn't come.
5. she chokced on cigarette butts and whisky.

But enough of poor Aunty Avis dying.
But I think I will do some more funny family blog posts.
Tune in sometime in the future for crazy Aunty Alex.

Erp,

Should I or shouldn't I...
eep.
I don't know you but i want you all the more for that.
Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react.

Erp, nerves nerves.

SNOWW

Bonjour Blogger, it has snowed today/yesterday and settled!
I went to Garston park with Helen, Peter and Conor and I saw Steph and Rachael and their guy friends...we had a snowball fight. I also ordered a big mac meal and a cheeseburger and Helen thinks that is crazy.
I'm writing my new song called 'Fast Heartbeat Conversations' It's almost finished, it's about this couple that can't be together for a reason which is hard to explain.
I'm also working on this song called 'Skinny Talk' which I started a couple of weeks ago but I'm a bit stuck. It's about life of models and their drug habits and senseless actions but you still want to be like them.
I won't give too much away hoping to record a few sooooon.

JCS.

I went to the Railway Club yesterday. How was it? No comment.
I went to go see Tank, he's my stepbrothers friend and he's in the band 'Theoretical Downfall' check them out, if you like that sort of thing?
My stitches come out on Wednesday, I'm actually really excited about that, I've never had stitches out before.
I went to see Jesus Christ Superstar on Friday, at Parmiters with Jo, Ed, Rachel and Helen which was fun.
Stevie Wonder (L)

I hope my kids are like Pixie Lott.

I'm going nowhere fast.
A darker day has holed up last.

I think if I grow anymore fond of Pixie Lott, I m ay have a breakdown. She is just so amazingly awesomely cool. Though the lyrics at the start are Patrick Wolf, who is also a role model. Do NOT forget Jamie T; he is music.

Pixie Lott writes her own music and for that I admire her, to be so far in the music industry already. :)

I'm 'armless.

I need to copyright the above photograph of myself, taken by my nurse. Yes, my hair was different for the operation, but I'm telling you it's me!


I haven't posted anything on my blog for 6 days, my arm is in a cast, that's why.
I'm not going to bore you with why, it's a long story, which usually means an exciting one, in this case it's really not.
I've been stuck in for a week and I thought I'd lost all signs of civilzation.
I think you should attempt these things one handed and see how hard it is.

• Pulling a plug out from an extension lead.
• Washing your hair.
• Cutting your food.
• Typing
• Writing
• Getting dressed
• Tying laces
• Drying hair.
• Opening doors.
• Picking up laptops
• Juggling.
• Putting socks on
• Playing Xbox
• Opening bottles.

The list goes on. I should be revising for R.E but I cannot give a crap, I don't believe in God anymore.
If God does exist, does he create life to destroy it? Not good. I do like hearing my R.E teacher talking about anal sex between men though, it's quite hilarious.
I'm hopefully getting my cast taken off on thursday. PARTY HARD, but not in the U.S.A, unfortunately.
This has been effort to write, but I thought I'd put myself through pain and punishment just so that moany individual can shut the hell up, no names mentionedzahraat all..