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Spontaneity

spon·ta·ne·i·ty 

n. pl. spon·ta·ne·i·ties

1. The quality or condition of being spontaneous.

2. Spontaneous behaviour, impulse, or movement.

-       Remember this for later.

GRAB A CUPPA’ TEA THIS IS A LONG BLOG. MEGA RAMBLE... ARE YOU SITTING COMFORTABLY? THEN I’LL BEGIN.

Tuesday 18^th: Shoot Day: Most of you may know, but for those that do not, I am an aspiring wannabe model. I do amateur stuff, and help out talented friends with use of my face and accidental ability to wear clothes a bit o’ right I suppose. As a model, the term ‘I’ll do’ would probably be my tag line. Despite varied constant compliments on my ‘work’ as my desired profession, it doesn’t seem to have taken off for me just yet. I feel I’m running out of time and it becomes one of those subjects labelled in my conciseness as ‘something started but yet again never finished’. 

Haha I’m watching to football as I type and some foreign player is called Gargou (Gar-Goo) made me laugh anyway...

So where was I? Oh yeah,  putting myself down about modelling but still accidentally clawing it back by being my natural, big headed self. Basically I don’t think I am; a.) good enough, b.) good looking enough, and c.) have enough ‘looks’. i.e I can only do the raw, rough rugged and ready look. But some people say I’m alright at it so there is hope.

I had a shoot on Tuesday. To help out a young talented group of passionate fashion media and promotion girls – one of whom is one my best friend’s girlfriend. Sometimes it’s who you know, not what you know. This is why I’ve made and surrounded myself with lots of different lovely people. I arrived at 10am (ish) and the clothes that I brought with me, which were required, were steamed of all creases – I recommend getting a steamer now, my eyes have been opened to the wonder, my shirt looked better than an iron had ever made it look.  It was like a naughty lil’ treat for my clothes, and they loved it! The outfits were arranged and tried on, then taken back off and hung up ready for the shoot. The girls had some luck with female models by getting two professional models that are signed to a local agency, with no charges, just boosting their portfolio. Score for them. They were due to arrive after me and at separate times as, understandingly, they had other commitments first. The girls, Sammi and Gabriella, turned up and went through the same process I had done, with the addition of make-up.

The weather was awful on Tuesday. The location was some local woods. When I mean awful I mean; confused weather, to and fro-ing between mild to adverse conditions, one minute it’s fine, next it’s lashing down with rain. The wind wasn’t helping; a cold breeze rode upon the constant wind that was slicing through air. Absolutely horrible conditions. “Laverly day for it?” But hi-ho you have to put up with the weather, the location, the waiting around till you’re needed; you have to put up with anything as a professional model anyway. I heard someone say that it’s not all that glamorous. That being a professional is a stressful job, not all it’s cranked up to be, even so I love it, I love the rush of it, I love the attention all on me, I love seeing the end product ( and that’s the big headed part right there).

The overall day was fun. I enjoyed it although I was out in the weather I have previously described from 12ish until 5pm. For the first part of the shoot I wasn’t needed so I made myself useful and tried helping where and when I could, this part was set in the middle of a meadow, it was very open and very cold and the model Sammi was very good and very professional throughout, the colours of the pictures taken were great and she really made it good. Jenni Baker was the photographer, she is a good rising talent, a dear friend and I’ve really wanted to ‘work’ with her for a while. The day rolled on, photos after photos were taken, outfits after outfits were exchanged, make-up was removed after each scene and new ‘slap’ applied.

Finally it was my turn to do some work. To strut my stuff. The first scene I was in I had to be a stalker, I was to stalk Gabriella through the woods. This meant I was to be the background of the shot, creeping through the woods, or out of focus starring at Gabi with the shot taken from over my shoulder... I haven’t seen the pictures but I hope you can tell that it is me in them! Gabi has been modelling for years, and she photographs so so well, so there is no doubt she has taken all the glory in those shots. The second scene was titled the ‘Affair’. It is a strong, sexy, seductive, sensibly smart scene.  So outfit change – which wasn’t fun in the cold but the girls had been doing it all day, so I manned up and didn’t even think about complaining how cold it was. Plus, when I had to change my trousers there was a satisfying refreshing breeze through my nether-regions. So shirted, trousered, shoed and laced up we headed to the next scene’s location.

NOW, it is weird when you’re on a shoot and you have to model with a complete stranger  you met that day, also that same stranger has been doing this as a job for seven years plus. It is even more weird when ‘acting’ out an affair and pretending to be a couple. This gets especially more weird when you actually have a delightful girlfriend. This sort of shoot requires you and that stranger to be literally millimetres apart. There is a prominent feeling of awkwardness that an amateur like me feels. There is a feeling of guilt, even though you are just trying to make nice pictures and have no feelings for this stranger, her experience and professionalism shown, I assume that Gabriella did not get these feelings. I tried to dismiss these feelings and carry on as best I can and I hope/ feel we conveyed the meaning behind the scene. My favourite part of this shoot was when Gabirella was lying down on a bench and unsuspecting as a dog wandered up to her and licked her face which set me off into a giggle fit!

Finished by 5pm, head home for some Chicken (the best ever flavour) soup and a cup of strong tea, long warm soak in the bath, then get ready for Joe Steel’s party.

Tuesday 18t: Joe Steel &co.’s Party: Daisy picked me up and whisked me back to her gaff for dinner. Gnocchi and Pesto, beautiful and healthy, I’m starting to eat better now. Daisy lives in Moldgreen, ironically that’s where the lads live, and even more ironically that is where the party is wow! Now it is a terrace house which means it is a high and not very wide, it is connected by other houses either side and, are generally in long rows.  This means there are a lot of neighbours most of which are not students. What could possibly happen in this environment, at a student house party in Moldgreen? Two angry men trespassed into the property, obvious typical neighbours. Chavvy, big ‘hench’ neighbours. The kind of people who shouldn’t exist in life, apart from in prisons. The kind of people that by some sort of miracle had previously managed to confuse the justice system and evade their true life in jail. The first threatened to “kill the person that fucking owns this house” and the second left a fist shaped hole in the hallway wall. On a lighter note the Drum and Bassment was a complete success, and the DJing was on top form, dirty filthy dub supplied by DJ Rocko and DJ Oz. Overall the party was a success my highlight was dancing like a gay boyband with Joe Steel.

Wednesday 19^th: Spontaneous Evening: remember that meaning from earlier? Well this is where it becomes useful. After picking up Daisy from her Nandos date with Suzie and returning to hers to pick up my stuff from the night before, a spontaneous night to Toyko appeared on the agenda. So from my planned quiet night in I was soon on a couple’s night to the aforementioned club.

Been a while since I’ve been there and I didn’t really enjoy it much. Coulda done with my skanking partner Roskell on the top floor, but I was on a couples night anyway. It was funnier when me and Simon Porter were getting up to and creating mischief, in the house we went to and in tesco pre-toyko.   

Thursday 20^th: Today I’ve slept. I’ve been catching up on the sleep I’ve been dismissing from my body. I have been Shit with uni this week. I need to work harder these days. Tomorrow’s my day off. Have no doubt I’m going in, early. I’m gonna have an early night, if I can sleep. And spend all day working.

Hope you enjoyed the reading tonight and you washed down with a beverage, wrapped up in bed... you’re allowed to sleep now... night followers! M’awwww  

On a serious note.

In my lack of ability to rest my eyelids and fall asleep, the clogs upstairs started tick-tocking over, and a Hypothesis overcame me. Stick with this in places, it is actually quite expressive.

Passion. Desire. Devotion. Affection. Future. Addiction. Are all strong words, but one word that stands above the rest, for me: Dedication.

Let me elaborate.

I am dedicated into making something of, and being someone in my life. I will not rest nor give up this idea ever. Whether I am doing what I am doing now, or something totally unrelated. I am going to be something.  

Whether I’m in an office getting by on what I’m earning and living in a run-down place where it is too expensive to re-furb. Or whether I’m stuck in a supermarket for the rest of my life.

IF that whole office turns to face me when I walk in, and smiles are drawn over colleague’s faces, IF they beat me to the ‘Hello, good morning, how are you today’ greeting, and they actually mean it, happiness will be conveyed among me and in my soul. I may not have ‘made it’ but hey, I’ve got a life worth living for.

And that thing I was on about earlier, yeah you know, that dedication. I’m always going to have that dedication. It will never evade in whatever it is I’m doing.

I could be famous. I could deal with it very well, I have that persona, that charisma that is required. That ‘look at me’ I’m a cocksure, confident guy from Essex. But I wouldn’t need it when I’m enjoying what I do, when I’m actually liked by most, when people anticipate my arrival with good-will which is duly returned. I just need to be noticed

I’m safe in this knowledge. I’m also safer knowing that, right now I’m enjoying what I’m doing, I’m liked by the majority of my peers, I feel like a mini celeb when I walk into uni, but I do not take this for granted. I love each and every one that has shown me kindness and been there for me. Some, more than others – the ones closest to me, the ones that know who they are.

I’m dedicated to continuing this throughout my life.

Who needs fame?

All that I’m happy with right now is that I have all of you, I always will. YOU will always have me too. I may take over the world, I may not, but essentially you have all set me on that path, and whatever happens I couldn’t have done it without you all. Know this, I’m always gonna’ be that cheeky lad. I’m always gonna’ have that smile that gets you grinning when you clock it. I’m always gonna’ be rough and loud. I’m always gonna’ be me. Its worked this far.

Stay happy

Stay dedicated

Yours, eternally

And forever gratefully,

Anthony George Bridger (AGB)

Where 'yo guys been all my life?

Been a while bloggers (‘bout a week, ya get me?) Been busy. Or so it seemed here’s a quick round up:

Tuesday 11^th: Not much during the day. The day started just before my 5pm tutorial at Rhubarb. The beer began to flow, and it didn’t stop until 9ish when the party of Interior Designers sat around the table decided a course night to Vodka Revolution was in order. To be fair I was one of the forerunners of the decision, but hey why stop drinking?

Wednesday 12^th: Minor slip in my night out. I sucked on cancerous air as I inhaled from a cigarette.  I was messy that night. It was good. It was fun. The 10hour bender was a good idea. Wednesday didn’t agree with this hypothesis. Wednesday forced me to mong round Roskell’s n co. While playing Fifa ’10 and generally achieving ‘nowt. Eventually I made my way round to Daisy’s, where us, her housemates and their other halves ventured to the local promotional theatre centre. We watch the Lion King in 3D. It was amazing and I highly recommend it, it is worth it.

Thursday 13^th: 5 month anniversary meal at the local ‘Mediterranean’ restaurant known as Ciao Bella – this means the menu is mainly Italian, with Greek food too. After we had drinks with Alex Smith (beautiful ex housemate) and Laura Eddison (equally beautiful other half) before dropping off the wine induced missus’ as so she could get ready to go out and leave me – I know what a way to celebrate 5 months. What a lonely night. Couldn’t sleep as I was too excited for my audition which was going to commence on  

Friday 14^th: after my sleepless night I dropped off at 6am and slept till 12am, at this point I decided I needed to sort out my sleeping pattern. Audition at 3pm for a university online advert involving aliens. When I got the email, I thought... perfect! I’ll try my hand at that. Can you imagine; A common Essex boy who is an interior designer that’s currently on the breakthrough of designing an everyday life changing app, that’s expanding his use of language and words with potential of being the next, great, chief editor of leading men’s fashion mag GQ, and on top of all that, he can act better than Pitt? (okay maybe some of that is a pipe-dream) Audition went well by the way. I’m currently still waiting for a callback. Me and Roskell did it together and with tremendous energy we ‘bounced’, played, and feed off one and another, oh, so naturally. Complaint time – we went for a pint at Cotton Factory, I bought two Premium beers, Peroni, for £3.90 each! RIP OFF COTTON! I’d expect that in LDN, but Hudds? Happier note – spent £16 at an independent, in town, market style, butchers. For taht I got, 8 rashers of bacon (smoked ofc), 10 pork sausages, one heavy gammon steak, 3 good sized sirloin steaks, 3 lamb chops, and 8 pork leg loin steaks. £££ saving. Sausages went down a treat with some fried onions and cooked in gravy, served on a bed of mash. They absorbed the water from the gravy and got fat, I cooked for me and Daisy – she had been out night before so it was easy on her stomach and tasted so good. She loved it!

Saturday 15^th: worked 12-8.30pm.

Sunday 16^th: worked 8am-3.30pm.

Monday 17^th: I went to Uni and did uni work.

Nighttttttttttttttt All.

A Face for T.V

TODAY? Today I became a man.

And it was ferociously amazing.

A life-changing, goal-shattering moment. When, if only for a few hours, I was cast on an equal footing to my father, empathising with his manly ability and knowing that at some point, somewhere in life, I’m gonna be the man he is.

It was a true boy-to-man experience, where he (Dad) would be proud, and an occasion where I was two separate persons’ only hope. They needed me. I wasn’t gonna let them down.

Yes ladies and gents, I changed a blown car tyre. On the M62’s hard shoulder. Near the highest point of motorway in England.

I bravely battled against the vicious and treacherous elements, as rain and wind whipped and lashed against me and my bare hands. Thunderous Lorries ploughed on through the conditions on the motorway, nearly clipping my hunched back as they sprayed water at me while they cut through the rain. The clock tick-tocked, time went on, near soaked I got the first wheel nut off.  It was one of ‘dem locking wheel nuts innit – to stop hoodlems like me from stealing the ‘fackers! This meant it required the ‘key’ an attachment to the wrench that unlocks the whole tyre.  Next I loosened the other 3 and jacked the car up, unscrewed the other nuts fully, swapped the tyres over and tightened it all up. Against the odds and conditions I prevailed. I took them all on and won, just like in that film 300 we they have the challenge to become a man, that’s what this exercise was equivalent too. And with that Charlotte (my flat mate) and Jack (long-standing friend, bro and personnel photographer) were safe and back in the car. And I developed a new handy man ability.

My new-found manly efforts and talent did not go unnoticed and I was rewarded for such bravery demed necessary by her maj' herself, (made that  last bit up).

After this and upon my return to the flat I just potted about for a bit, not doing much, until I received a text from my girlfriend, amazing Miss.Daisy Jackson. Now the next part of text may confuse/excited and literally instantly make you happy. This is a massive curveball... Are you ready fot it?... What about now?... The text said, “DID YOU SEE US ON THE TELLY!?!?!? Hahahahahahahahaha!!!! You were well serious! ‘You can recycle that if you take it to a special centre’ ‘Ah, right...’ ‘Are you going to do that’ ‘Nah’ xxx” okay that quotes she wrote ain’t exactly right but I did enough to convey the gist of what it was she was saying. Basically WE were on national T.V. I will not spoil this for you; I’ll let you watch it for yourself... 18minutes, 5 seconds in. (I'd just like to gloat that I bet you wasn't expecting that! Unless you been on my facebook.) (Oh and Iwould like to point out I was at Elia's, Hayley's and Zowie's when I received that text - mentioned teh girls... check!) (Pure alphabetical listings there!)

I know... I know... I look well Hench on T.V and my hair, well I didn’t even bother doing it that day, and yet it atill looks ruddy amazing. Messed up look. BUT that is all the exciting news I’m willing to share with you all, I’m tired (of talking about myself... Shock, shock and double horror) and need sleep, and you’ve all got the best out of me, So I hope you enjoyed it! AGB

(I now have signature branding thanks to my most dedicated, number one fan Kate Ingham, she invented AGB and for this I am eternally grateful.)

P.S

Heads up, this week is gonna’ be exciting ...

3 post of tonight: A Song that would be the theme tune to the InspirationBulldozer Blog.

I'm gonna' be a global brand one day:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L53gjP-TtGE&ob=av2e

Blogg 2 of tonight.

Saw this today and felt the need to share: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBujoJpDxo0

Have you missed me yet? 3 Blogs to make up for the missing ones. 3 Post as a tribute.

It’s been 3 whole days since I last blogged. 3 WHOLE DAYS. Nowt’s really happened.

I’ve been concentrating on uni work and working at mozza’s, bore... Zzzz. Here’s a rundown:

Friday:

Got stung by a wasp. For the first time ever. Inside Warehouse. In October. It was a strange experience for something that is sorta’ so-bigged’-up. I felt a mild pain in my left bi-cep, and as I reached my right hand up to the throbbing area then up to my face to inspect the mysterious feeling, there, plain as day, was a wasp sat chillin’ on my hand. Initial shock took over, after which a calm, collected reaction invoked itself whereby I just sat there in my stool murmuring an ‘ohhhh’ as it throbbed now and again. Can cross that off my list now to do before I die. And if you’re scared of wasps the whole ordeal was not scary and more-than bearable.

Went shopping in TKMaxx and brought some winter Pringle socks and some Firetrap Desert shoes, I know, I know Firetrap but they were down from £80 to £25 so that justifies it.

Later on that evening I ‘watched’ Football. England v. Montenegro. Originally the plan was to watch it in the place where I was stung, (warehouse) but it was too packed – and full of locals (forgot it was a Friday night.) So me, Roskami, Jimbob and Jack (Osbourne, don’t get your hopes up Duerden) plumped for the only, non-busy, non-local, dedicated to students’ bar – the SU. Now I say ‘watched’ because I got distracted. By food, the structural pillar in the way of the screen, the quiz machine next to me, the conversations between the lads. England needed a point for qualification from their group, which they just about managed. They were 2-0 up and drew 2-2. I couldn’t drink either which furthered the pain, and also I’d like to mention Wayne Rooney is an absolute Gorilla that doesn’t use his head and sees red. You can’t cover it up by calling it passion, it was foolish.

Saturday:

Woke up about 10am. Had work at 12pm till 8.30pm. 8 hours, half an hour unpaid break. Standard pizza making, pasta bar-topping, department cleaning shift... it eventually rolled by and finished.

The Mozza’s crew arranged drinks for that evening. We got paid on Friday, and the ladies wanted to drink, I agreed to join despite having to be in for 8am on Sunday and also thought it would a great opportunity for Daisy to meet my work colleagues. Revs for 10ish. Also forgetting it was a weekend (which the locals love) it was packed. Introductions were tossed to’n’fro, left’n’right as best I could manage over the loud music. The girls from Mozza’s moved off quickly. Me, Daisy and Tom stayed behind for a few quieter drinks in a secluded seated area in the corner, and were shortly joined by Mr.KyleTetley and his missus Lauren. It was overall a delightfully enjoyable night, and very fun.   

Sunday:

7am rolled along way to quickly yet I got up and showered rather spritely. Off to work I popped, and Sunday shifts are all ways chilled and easier then Saturday, and for some reason more staffed. It seemed to drag but as soon as I done I went to straight to Daisy’s where I’ve been nursed and fed after feeling ill all day. X-Factors on right now as I type and I’m finding it hard to concentrate with the females surrounding me, due to the natter, and this blog has taken me more than double the time it should’ve. Gotta get used it to it I suppose, maybe I should keep up with blog in the first place, that’ll teach me. Night allllllll....

By the time you read this my head would've dropped to the pillow.

It’s late, I’m tired. I need earlier nights. Too tired to write up today’s actions. I’ll give ya the gist to wet your appetite. Just be careful you don’t start drooling. Especially if you’re in bed, nobody likes a wet pillow, plus when you wake up and there’s that dried ‘drooooooooool’ crust on yourself... yeah, yeah, that drool crust, that isn’t very sexy. Not Sexy at all. AT ALL. Nobody likes that. Anyway...

Gist:

Woke up really late... I mean reeeeeaaaallllyyyyyy late. And didn’t get outta’ bed till even later. This meant uni suffered from this. I wasted my day sleeping. Well I wouldn’t say wasted because I had obviously needed it.

Weathers been awful by the way. It’s been raining, winding hard, hailing harder. Flooding occured in the roads. There is a slight hill outside my flat. Earlier the hail and wind had cast quite a make-shift river in the road. Enjoyment commenced for myself as I people-watched out of the frontroom window. ( people-watching, good activity to past the time. Add bitching about these people for added fun).

I went to town with Penfold (Mike Roskell) and treated myself to the new GQ mag, which came with a complimentary The Times newspaper. I like The Times. Been trying to get into it, but it’s a quid. So a free one? Ain’t gonna’ say no. I don’t turn down much free stuff to be honest. (WHSmiths.)

Went to a special event at Topman. 20% off event. Think it’s been like that for male students for a while, and it continues till Sunday. Not really a special event is it? It’s all politics.

Passed time until Celebrity Juiced was on. Was great tonight, had a right laugh. Ate the leftover homemade korma curry, nicknamed babysick for its colour. BEAutiful.

Probably don’t need to tell you the exact details and inside and out’s of the day tomorrow, as the gist was a nice short way of clearing it up. Dreadfully tired, all my love, Anthony George

P.S sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes, I’m tired in case I haven’t mentioned it.

Couldn't think of a witty Title.

Evening. I got up early today believing I had to be in uni early. Not many people turned up. Felt like a little bit of a mug. I was there at 9.15am, headz didn’t start filtering through till half an hour after that, so by 10.15am there was a small collection of students in the studio. No register. Great, didn’t have to get in so early then did I?

A 9.15am start wasn’t what I needed anyway. Last night I visited my ex flat-mate Alex Smith (likes to be known as Dragon, never caught on funnily enough) in his new place.

A nicely lit, modern and contemporary one bed flat in a complex of flats called The Lofts. It comes unfurnished, and Alex had done a nice job of using the space well and making it feel like a cosy, lived-in, couples flat, despite not having all the furniture he desires yet.

Of course, as with every mate moving in I brought some beers and we played Fifa 2012 into the early hours. The soft glow of his temporary tea light candles and the electric burst of light from the T.V set rolled over the open living room - kitchen part of the flat as we chuckled, laughed and ‘supped our Stella’s. The games went on till the early morning and I think I lost the majority.

So I was at 8.40am and in by 9.15am. Swift. No-one about I plumped at a computer in an inspired effort to do work. I sat at that computer for 4 hours straight. And didn’t achieve a lot. I’ll try harder tomorrow. The direction of this project is heading in the right, taken by the wind of my research.

So 4 hours later it was 1.15pm, I hadn’t had breakfast due to my late night, sleeping in, and getting ready and in quickly, the girls had headed over to Parish, I needed food. I had never eaten in parish before, so I settled for a Meat Feast Pizza - £6 and a pint of Grolsch must’ve been £3.30 (extortionate for Huddersfield) as the bill was £9.30. Writing this activity in my diary led me to confusion as I mustn’t have been concentrating; I decided to rename the pizza. The words ‘married’ together like in that National Confectionary Guzzle Puzzle advert and the pizza become known as a ‘Meast Pizza’ yeap unintentionally I forged the separate words into one. Whatta nutter aye?

Surprised Daisy earlier with a bath. She had been at a Student newspaper social meeting and hadn’t eaten much all day. I had promised to cook for her so that as soon as I picked her up and we got back to the flat there would be food for her. Homemade korma curry.  Food done and check.

 Her back has been killing all day, after she was wiped out in camel Monday night, cue the surprise tea-light bubble bath. Safe to say I’ve earned Brownie points.  

The A-Team is on now and I’ve rambled too much yet again. I’ll Holla at ya later guys. Take extra care, and if I don’t see ya in a week, see you through a window!

Up'n'Running

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Brouging of the Brogues

Fancy a.... I mean it's just a quickie to let you all know how the Brogue Boots and Denim Shirt went down, despite looking like a wannabe cowboy I pulled it off. Teaming the two new additions with some dusty red chinos and dark grey round-neck top. The compliments flowed in. I especially had a spring in my step and a 'buzz' wherever I went today. This easily transpired in my mood and the glow I gave off to my surrounding peers. ONWARDS AND UPWARDS FOLLOWERS. I'm on the cutting edge of Men's Fashion. Lads' follow suit! TTFN

"If you fuck with the Bull you'll get the horns."

(Nicholas Cage, THE KISS OF DEATH)

These blogs seem to be getting longer each time. A bit drab. Gotta’ keep ‘em more short’n’sweet. I reckon. Here goes... Went out last the night in the end. Eventful. Sleep in this morning to just about be in on time for being late? Don’t get it? I’ll tell ya. I was late, so was the meeting I was attending. Therefore, I was late but on time if that makes sense....? Oh well, moving on.. Got an idea which gives me a direction for my current project. I’m gonna’ design an app. An app to aid commuters. To Re-Fresh and Stimulate commutes. I’m an Interior designer. This should be fun. I’m genuinely excited. A word based app. Developing in progress so don’t turn your noses up just yet. Sat in on the Layer’ing up of the student newspaper, felt like I made an arse of myself so I left. Sat in on another group’s review in Rhubarb (mentioned previously) and that was fun, got some done and headed for home. Making so cheesy beans jackets now.

Keep an eye out for that ever elusive second blog I’m currently stumbling over in my mind. Peace and love dudes and dudettes. Thanks for your time and your ears. LURRRRRRRRRVVVVERRRRLYYY

BLOG THIS FOR A LAUGH!

I had a Blog review today. If you’re already an avid follower, or a friend of mine, you’d know this blog is for uni and for research purposes eventually resulting in ideas to focus on my FMP (Final Major Project.) The review wasn’t great, but not a complete failure. The main problem is I, essentially, haven’t gone about the set task all too well or even in the right way. It’s not a Design Blog. Not an example of design I’ve seen, referenced, and shared - problem. However, it’s drawn positives. In the blog itself I have used good dialog and passive narration skills. It’s “tongue in cheek” – Robbie Brown, 3^rd year tutor. He enjoyed reading it – positive. Whisper it quietly.. A hidden talent? Okay, okay, we’re jumping ahead of ourselves now, (after-all the grammar is terrible, apart from when my amazing English Language-Nazi girlfriend is here to proof read for me! She corrects it.) Anyway to satisfy the rather more useful task of creating a design blog (essential to my course and overall degree,) I’m gonna’ be starting a new ‘Design Blog’.

HAVE NO FEAR! I know a handful of people actually enjoy reading this – even though they wouldn’t admit it – so I’ll continue this one as best I can, while my overall focus will be on the other blog. So my shenanigans and everyday outstanding adventures and interesting hi-jinks will be recorded as religiously as possible.

SO... today I had a blog review. Got out of it partially un-scathed. Pretty sure my cough irritated a few people, but I’m also pretty sure I was forgiven. Skipped breakfast for fear of being late this morning. I was fuckin’ starving after that review. Couple of us hit up Rhubarb. THE NEW coolest chilled bar in Huddersfield.

Here’s a roll call on who attended; the notorious KATE INGHAM, MARYANNE ORWIN, un-predictable ZOWIE WYATT, contemporarily brilliant HAYLEY FARQUHAR, bashfully beautiful ELIA BONAMINIO, my old crush CAT RESTREPO, and the very-welcomed newbie to the group, OLIVIA TONG. (All together smiles and rainbows are created when merged together in a budding and buzzing environment.)

I naturally ordered a big boy Bacon and Cheeseburger (with added BBQ sauce) and it was spot-on. Seriously, that gaff produces propa’ food.

Soon the missus turns up with her friend from back home, (which happens to be Peterborough) she is called HAYLEY LOUISE PEARSON . Now over summer I heard a lot about this girl and had been meaning to meet and introduce myself. My busy, mass schedule of work didn’t allow this to happen. I’m glad I finally had the pleasure, and it was all mine.

THEN SOMETHING EVEN MORE AMAZING HAPPENED... I went shopping. Been eyeing this boots up in Topman for a while. Brogue Boots. Amazing. 20% off at the moment, snapped them up. Dark tan. Sorta’ like cowboys – but not. To go with this new set-up, I also got a long sleeved cow-boy-esc style denim shirt. Well worth it. I will not dis-close how much it set me back, but I had earned a fair bit this weekend. And, thankfully this now completes my wardrobe revolution for now, which I in-advertaly started this summer.

After this it was back to Warehouse where I met Penfold, aka Mike Roskell. We drank Pepsi as the detox continues, and laughed to’n’fro and I got taught Sudoku. Rocko did most of the work, I was writing where the numbers should go in the little squares, until the last three... which I bravely completed in a comical fashion, which gave me an overwhelming sense of achievement and pride. Next we headed to the quizzer (quiz machine) to use and vigorously test our ever-expanding knowledge. £4 ish went into it. 60p came back in winnings. We played it. Safe to say we lost.

The rest is boring history till about now. So thanks for reading and keep it up! Keep an eye out for the other blog appearing soon, it’ll have kooky pictures of design and stuff I like. It’ll also be interesting and an insight. It’ll be a lot more serious and a lot less writing. For now though have a chilled one my fellow followers. This ain’t no goodbye. I do love ya all. Blog at ya soon.

P.S

I'm still trying to find 'my style' and a suitable theme for the blog. I've gone mystreyious and spectacle with a hint of orange. Whatta'd think? It may change again. Also, is it vain to have a picture of yourself as a background?

"It's like an ice-cream man getting his twirls mixed up with flakes."

Amazing title quoted from Joe Steel (aka Trentsmate.. youtube him)

Friday...

It suddenly dawned on me that I did not commentate on my experience in Manchester, on Friday, and for this I am deeply sorry and apologise wholeheartedly.

It took all of forty minutes for me to become “transfixed by the independent stores and beautiful back-streets” of the city. The more commercial part of the up-coming city (“rated 42 in the world” – Daily Mail, dailymail.co.uk/news/article) isn’t as original as the rest of the place, but still communicates a really exciting, buzzing, fresh vibe. It’s one of the best new places I’ve visited in time at Uni and exploration.

My guide, Rocko, aka Roskami, aka Michael Roskell was exceptional, a true Lancaster born and bred boy, who’s grown up visiting the city and consequently fallen inlove with the place. Very enthusiastic about this modern city. He is also a brilliant ‘shopping wing-man’ and has an impeccable eye for what looks good on any male, defining your personality and likes and matching them to fabrics that ‘work’ when draped over your frame. We were both dressed up to the 9’s in chinos and smart shirts, willing to impress on our day-trip to Manchester. This is important, because this results in me purchasing a lovely dark brown lightweight round-necked jumper, which has a perfect contrast to the pale blue, white-buttoned shirt I was wearing at the time. This ‘outfit’ was intended to be used for a ‘couples’ night the following day (Saturday 1^st October) which ultimately never happened.

However, it wasn’t just all shopping and people-watching, taking the piss-outta’ them fun, I did attempt some acknowledgement of the retail design on show.

One particular shop, Urban Outfitters stood out above the rest.

I exceptionally like the use of the colours, very bright and very vibrant. The layout is very well thought out, and the space is broken up well but use of ‘fuck-off’ angles at each floor. Another part of the interior that confused me yet become gradually attracted me was the huge industrial steel I-beams running through the centre of the men’s stairs. The steps themselves were made of concrete slabs which were roughly 4000(l)x500(w)x150(d)mm.

Interior Visual.

Facade Visual.

Today...I woke up at 7am and got ready for work. My girlfriend stayed in my flat and continued to look beautiful as she slept. I worked 8am – 3.30pm, and the overall shift was very chilled and easy-going, not bad for a Sunday (especially when it’s time and a half. I earned about £63 today.)

After work I picked up Roskell (mentioned earlier), Jimbob (soon to hear more in forth-coming posts) and Jack Osbourne. I picked up my keys from the earlier mentioned Sleeping beauty, Daisy Jackson, and then we headed to Warehouse to watch the North London Derby of Tottenham Hotspur and Arsenal. Spurs (THFC) won 2-1. I continued my detox and supped on Pepsi all game.

Bore day, with nice chill after work. Clocking off for the night now boys and girls. I’ll try and fit some more design likes and interest in this design blog soon! Promise.

Mozza's

Started my first day back at the Huddersfield Morrison Store today – the place where I began my very monotone illustrious Morrison career. Went amazingly well and was good to see the old faces. Not looking forward to spending every future consecutive weekend in there, especially when deadlines become more demanding, but hi-ho, when I come to crossing that Bridge and all that...

Money at the end of the day though, and God knows I need it desperately.  As well as my Dad, to whom I continually owe money to – it doesn’t look like I’ll ever be out of his pocket in my lifetime.

Chin up though guys, after all I’m back in work tomorrow at 8am. Weekends? Who needs one?  

Anthony George