Monthly Archives: July 2005
An aftereffect of a night at MW#2’s Pleasure Palace was “101 Reasons Not To Be A Pro Wrestler” burning a hole in the bottom of my bag. Three hours of wrestling goodness. Well, hours of the many downsides to being in “sports entertainment.” This overexposure has resulted in a new found love of a wrestler called El Vampiro Casanova Canadiense. Why do I pick the ex-hockey players, the tattoo covered, pale-skinned, bad boy painted freaks?
I guess I liked him because he was quite interesting, attractive in a warped kinda way, honest about his past and seemingly able to string a concept together. Seems to be super tough too, being a Senshido trainer, able to shred your face into a thousand tiny pieces. Hmmm.
Slam! Sports: Vampiro Comes Out of the Shadows
The pictures of him in his heyday are all good. However, I liked him in the documentary (before I had seen any of the old pics) when he was looking slightly wonky, pale, puffed-up and sweaty with big panda eyes (and a broken leg). Is his personality shining through? Maybe it’s just all of the above. I’m sick.
So I have spent the last day trying to find out as much as I can about Vampiro, but he seems to be quite hard to track down. I think he’s gone back to Mexico and is still wrestling but he’s getting on a bit, at least for the amount of abuse his body has taken to cope with. Updated- He’s still going strong, having worked two days ago- being hit by a ring box he himself threw. Klassy.
Another result from my night @ MW#2’s is that I seem to have got over my fear of man fur. Well, I used to be quite scared of even a little bit of fuzz (past individuals having been fur-lite) and in my mind MW#2 was like a walking carpet. This is not the case however, and until I am confronted by a randy Matt Bloom, I will not run screaming a the first sign of furryness. But I am not a Plushie. I still freak out at the prospect of exposure to unknown skin (and fur)- such progress.
I also now know more about Magic: The Gathering than I did before. An evening of entertainment and education. Good multitasking.
To Whom It May Concern:
I deeply regret to inform you that effective Thursday 15th September 2005 I shall no longer be in your employment, having moved on to nobler causes and a brighter future than I feel can be offered through continued employment at your company.
I’d have left yesterday if it weren’t for that little thing called money. Dammit.
So i got called ‘lippy’ by a senior member of staff today. According to colleagues with me at the time I made constructive comments… But i’m lippy and fabricate fantastical problems that will never happen. Of course. Was i pleased with this slur…. I shook with anger and indignation whilst i bunched my fists and trid not to lay into the Deputy Manager. I have never been so angry.
Then myself and eight or so other minions sat around for 15 minutes talking about the shoddy training we’ve been made to do, and how the man was incredibly insulting and how we’d had nothing to do since Tuesday. Then we got told to get our bags and leave. So i walked out. Fun tomorrow. Ha. Ha.
I will write more when I can compose.
Yeaaah. Back on a high-speed connection. More posts, updates and general shenanegans than in the past few months. Somewhat slowly at first. Huzzah.
I like the new silver Elastoplast advert. I want the plaster to be my friend.
Brian Blessed doing the voiceover too- Got to be good.
Excellent. Escape from the evil mind-numbing drudgery of work to sun, kids and feathers. Hooray. A few days at a primary school to fulfill the hoop-jumping for the course. I spent a delightful day with the guys and gals of 5b learning about Tibetan prayer flags, sitting outside under some trees to listen to four singing bowls, a cello and a viola da gamba. We studied feathers, looked at some disembodied geese wings (“they smell funny”) and I wrote with a goose quill pen. My name is Monky. I like writing in ink. I also watched two classes perform poems that were odes to the evils of litter.
Litter litter is a titter
Litter litter it is bitter
Put it in the bin
And you will win
With actions of course.
I sang a song about world peace and talked to some girls about the meaness of boys. That they’ll be mean to you when they like you because they’re just starting out on the whole crush thing and that when they grow up a bit if they’re mean to you that’s wrong. Most girls seemed to have about five boys on the go. I remember being very much uninvolved with that whole scene. I was never-been-kissed until the grand old age of 20. I think i still bear the scars of being the outsider (nought relationships and counting). Starts so young. Sigh. More fun to come. Mini-beast safari soon, which i have to say is one of my favourite things in the world. Whirlygig Beetles and Pond Skaters. Cool.
Flickr: The 7/7 Community Pool
“I know that you personally do not fear giving up your own life in order to take others – that is why you are so dangerous. But I know you fear that you may fail in your long-term objective to destroy our free society and I can show you why you will fail.
In the days that follow look at our airports, look at our sea ports and look at our railway stations and, even after your cowardly attack, you will see that people from the rest of Britain, people from around the world will arrive in London to become Londoners and to fulfil their dreams and achieve their potential.
They choose to come to London, as so many have come before because they come to be free, they come to live the life they choose, they come to be able to be themselves. They flee you because you tell them how they should live. They don’t want that and nothing you do, however many of us you kill, will stop that flight to our city where freedom is strong and where people can live in harmony with one another. Whatever you do, however many you kill, you will fail.”
Mayor of London