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Life is alright sometimes.

Photo taken by my shitty phone in a club in London. Fluke shot. I am impressed.

A dream I had

I was up till three in the morning last night Skyping with some friends of mine. That late night along with my already terrible lack of sleep seems to have caused me to have the strangest dream I have ever had. It went a little something like this:

For some reason, a group of friends and I were in some European-looking country, on holiday or something. We’re minding our own business when we hear on the news that the world is flooding and all hell is breaking loose (as it does). We’re sitting about just chilling (because the end of the world is no big deal to us cool customers), when someone points out an ex of mine walking past (a dream ex, I might add. None of the people in this dream were a person I know really, which is strange). I’m sitting there thinking “please don’t see me” when she stops, stands still for a long time, then slowly turns around and makes direct eye-contact. Far be it from me to just take this, I get up and have a chat with her, away from my dream friends.

It is at this point that the earth crumbles away beneath us and a raging torrent of water rises up through the cracks, putting the entire place a few metres below sea level.

I awaken in a VERY expensive looking flat, a few metres above the new sea level and all my friends are there, gathering supplies. Also one of them looks like Heath Ledger as he appeared in The Dark Knight. I have a little explore of this seemingly absent mega-rich person’s home and find a piano that looks about 1000 years old, but has all sorts of strange mechanical parts. I press a key on the right hand side and it automatically starts playing a song. I look under the keys to see some mechanical parts moving about, and amongst them all, a reel of paper-looking stuff moving. I press on one of the pedals and a cylinder presses down on the paper, slowing it down which in-turn slows down the automatically playing song. I also notice that the cylinder is slightly off its axis and is rotating. So as it pushes down, one side is pushing harder than the other, which actually drives the paper forward rather than stopping it completely. (I have no idea why I remember this part in so much detail).

We decided to grab as much provisions as we can and get on the yacht (yeah I know) that has been specially kitted-out for this new Waterworld-like existence we’re living in (not an abhorrent film). We sail about, finding other groups of survivors that have done the same, we trade provisions now and then and pirate them from others at times. I forget what happens now, but we end up in a seaplane that is kitted-out for the same purpose as the boat, and come across forgotten continents, which has civilisations on them far more advanced and very different from our own, they react violently to our flying over them, so we set down nearby.

I am selected to do a reconnaissance mission on this place as I am the only member of the group with wings (yeah I know). I fly over their walls that look like something the Mayans would have built and land at their monorail station (can’t explain it). I see some couple standing there who look like tourists waiting for the next train. I try to climb up onto the rail. I wake up.

Short version:

• End of world
• Old piano
• Surviving best we can
• Lost civiliation
• Wings

Any psychoanalysts around know what to make of this?

New TV

New TV in the house. It is fist-bitingly attractive. Although it pains me that my parents aren’t going to put any HD through it. Just boring old terrible quality Virgin Media.

You can see I brought the Xbox down to show them some glorious-looking Burnout Paradise.

• Tritton AX360s
• Sennheiser CX299s (ear-canal)
• Sennheiser HD205s

Best purchases ever made. Definitely worth the early deafness I’ll be suffering from soon.

Everyone but me is fucking useless

I finally finished my Uni assignments for the year yesterday so I wanted to have a nice lie-in this morning. Unfortunately, the man is coming round to read the electric metre “before 1 PM”. It’s 13:20 now and half of my day has been wasted.

Also, my neighbor just called me up to tell me she just got a special delivery addressed to my dad in my house. The fucking useless postman just went straight to hers, 20 mins late, again.

ALSO, it’s fucking freezing. The thermometer on this clock reads 14 degrees. My hands are hurting with the cold. Central heating costs money.

This is me doing a tumblr

So, have I Tumb’d, Tumbled, or Tummed?