Numbers.

I haven't blogged for a while but i was walking with a friend the other day and said friend said something about a number meaning something to him. I then got to thinking about what numbers mean something to me and here they are.

To start with 15: 15 is my lucky number though the reason isn't any sentimental reason. It's only because before i turned 15 i always thought that that was the age that i'd turn super cool and i'd reach the age where i would be super-fit, get a girlfriend and be the most popular guy ever... as it turns out nothing happened. Yet the number remained my lucky one nonetheless. I guess it represents hope and something to look forward to for me :D

Next 16: This number makes the list because at this age my mom was checking my hair for nits (never had them just to clarify) and she made a gasp of shock. Obviously i thought i had nits then in a twist if fate my mother founnd, and consequently pulled out, a grey hair. Yes i had a grey hair at 16.

16:2: This is here because when i was 16 it was the first time i got drunk without the supervison of my parents. It set the way for many other drunken nights out.

10: This is number of the Final Fantasy game that i first played. It was amazing and at once i was immersed in the epic storylines! I've played every game since.

18: The age that i became legal to drink in public places. This may have been a bad idea for the world to give me license to do this. Sorry to anything i've vomited on in the last 2 years.

Things that Rock!

A short blog about things that i think rock and make me happy.


Heroes - this is a given, considering it's me.

Glee - it is actually full of glee!

Epiphanies - those moments of pure clarity make everything seem good.

Those songs that make you think deeply/ make you happy to the core.

The freedom of having a car and knowing you can go anywhere.

Motorways - even getting lost on them is relaxing.

The cool side of the pillow and blanket.

The total relaxation before you fall asleep.

5 more minutes in bed.

Seeing uni friends after a holiday.

Spending lots of time with uni friends.

The sense of achievement - from work, academics, sports, games or just general success.

Meeting those happy people that make you smile.

The excitement of the airport before you go on holiday.

The thrill of flying.

The happiness you feel when you check your phone and you have lots of messages.

Having a best friend.

When you look in a mirror and think you look good today - in a non vain way.

Thin days.

Those stupid things that make you laugh uncontrollably for hours and hours on end.

The drunk where you don't feel sick - and you don't get a hangover in the morning.

Looking at the pictures after a drunk night out.

Playing with Cal's camera on his Mac.

The relief when work is over.

The full feeling after a good meal.

The 'wow' feeling when you see something incredible - views, art, dusk, dawn, the colour of the sky.

The sense of knowing after finishing a novel.

The excitement at starting the next book in a series - this can be a new book in general.

When you get something new - clothes, phone, book, game, gadgets, etc.

Realising that you have a pretty awesome life.


There are more things that make me happy but they aren't coming to mind so you'll have to wait for it.

Stay happy and think about what makes you smile.

Herpes man... funny/strange/scary

Ok so i mentioned in one of my earlier blogs something about a herpes man. Now most of my friends already know this story but for those of you on here that don't, here it is:

I was on my way to work one day, i think a year or so ago. A female friend had just got off the bus on the opposite side of the road. I had my ear phones in so naturally as we passed we just waved at each other and i carried on lightly bopping around. The next thing i know there's a man, holding a can of cheap lagar, stumbling over to me mouthing something almost incoherently. I tentatively take out my ear phone, 'Sorry, what was that?'
'Ahhh i saw that! I saw you waving at her. Ey ey.'
At this point i seriously regret taking out my sanctuary of music but i politely smile and reply, ' Oh no she's just a friend from school.' I hope this is enough to squash his curiosity and he can walk away. Or he can call me a queer and punch me. Either way i'd be happy for him to piss off. I even try to be less than subtle and put one ear phone back in and look around obviously for a bus. This pisshead, much to my chagrin, doesn't take the hint and continues to babble at me. Not wanting to anger a drunk man i let him talk, answering with the obligatory, 'Yeah, oh right, uh hu.'
His babbling continues until the savior (or so i thought) of the bus arrives. I practically run to it and dive on. I hide on the seat about half-way up with the barrier in front of it and duck down. No luck. He gets on and hunts me down again. I then realise i'll have to put up with this for the whole of my 20 min bus ride.
Now clearly this guy is a crazy drunk but he tries, in his own 'special' way to offer me advice. I think he thought that i had crappy parents and no education because the things he told me were the obvious things you learn growing up. However for any of you curious here are a drunks 'valuable' life lessons:
1) Don't sleep around.
2)Be Good to women
3)If you're in a relationship, don't cheat
4)Always use a condom

So by this point i'm a tad annoyed he's telling me things i've known for years until he he reiterates the last point again and again because (and here's the corker of the conversation) the one time, he didn't use a condom and now he has herpes. . .

I think at this point my eyes widened in surprise/horror and i visibly move away from Mr STI. But he's not done there. As if telling a complete stranger something about your crotch that really should be kept secret isn't bad enough he then tells me more about his sad sad situation. Apparently he's too embarrassed to got to the doctor so it keeps flaring up. This mean he can't have sex with his wife because how did he contract this disease? He cheated! Hence the earlier advice. So now i'm siting next to a philandering, STI infected, drunk. Great. I honestly didn't know what to say, i don't want to say anything that could sound offensive, he'd probably smack me in the face. So i just nod and agree his situation sucks (It was blatantly his own fault). So then he keeps telling me over and over not to play around and always use a condom.
You have no idea how much i loved West Bromwich bus station when we pulled into it. I hooped up and ran to my next bus and thankfully Herpes Man went in the opposite direction.
So that was a very VERY strange situation for me to be a part of. I did learn that ... you should never take out your earphones when a drunk comes calling!

Always use a condom :)