Last One There

Hey There.

Just a quick note to say that I have uploaded the first part of 'Last One There' onto youtube.

Click Here To Check It Out

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, nevermind eh?

Check it out anyway.


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Matt.

My Rainbow

Sounds like a Scrubs Episode: JD, feeling low after the death of a small mouse is desperatley seeking someone to get him out of his funk. After he discovers his friends are too busy, he finds encouragement in a very unlikely place.....

Or something.

Any way here is my picture of a rainbow that I took whilst on my way to St. All Bums.

Not bad eh?

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Clearly Nuts

Hey.

I'm at Floop n' El's. And El and her sista Fizz are quite obviously not completely all there.

El is pretending to be a seed growing into a flower and Fizz iz making shapes with her body, as I type she is being a square, although with only three sides its not a great square.

I think they may be a little bored.

Its lazee sat r day arf t noon time and they seem to have too much of that stuff called energy.

Its not something that I am suffering with at this point, and in fact if Floop keeps making with the coffee I may just sit here till they throw me out.

Half Term Rules.

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Newcastle.

Well.

Me, Matt and Simon went to Newcastle last week.

We hired a Vectra to go up there and made it there in four hours.

I may lose my licence in the next two weeks as I think i may have been clocked by a van doing about 110.

But Nevermind Eh?

Check out the pictures on Small Dog And Stuff

When I can be arsed.

Lates.

Matt.

Matt The Jew's Mega Blogging.

Now.

I've seen some pretty amazing sites/sights in my day, but I have to tell you about Matt "The Jew" Jewisss'ssses blog because its only been going since 2nd June 2006, but in that short time (4 months), he has turned the blogging community on its head with not only his insightful ponderings and witty banterings, but with just the sheer weight of his blogging activity.

I urge you, nay dare you to check out his blog. It may well be the best thing you see before you die.

I guess it depends on who you are really.

Matt "The Jew" Jewiss'sssssess Blog

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Matt "The Hat" The Hat.

Sorry I'm Back Now

So where was I?

Oh yeah, I was walking to my parents and I happened to be following a women of about thirty.

As soon as I realised this I tried to back off a little in an attempt not to make her feel intimidated.

However she had obviously decided to slow down so that I would overtake her, which ended in this rather strange slow-mo over take.

Now this would have all passed me by had it not been for the fact that just before I reached her she quite blatantly moved her handbag from the overtaking side to the other.

Obviously in a cunningly strategy to prevent me from stealing it.

This would not have bothered me at all, had I actually been planning to steal her bag.

She however had decided that as I was young (relatively), somewhat scruffy (I was hung-over) and a man I was a potential mugger, and that I would possibly choose Sunday lunchtime to steal her bag.

Now this, after initially annoying me, got me thinking.

About perceptions, and how they shape our individual worlds.

I like to think that I am quite open minded and non-judgemental, and considering that I am a Christian, I tend to be, compared to many of my contemporises.

However.

I do judge people. There are some people that I immediately warm to and others that I immediately have, at least, reservations about.

But I do not think there is anyone alive that is truly non-judgemental.

Anyway.

All this got me thinking about how other people perceive me.

Now.

I work in a place that is very much dominated by women. In fact the staff is 97% female.

This give people different perceptions of me. Some think that I am simply gay. Hopefully only initially. Others think that I am after all the ladies.

On top of this I seem to be able to use my maleness to my advantage sometimes.

Anyway.

I digress.

The most important thing I thought was what my neighbours think about me. I mean they are at least 70 years old, and to them I must seem like some young scruffy ruffian, who makes a lot of noise and have a crapload of other ysr's visiting at all hours of day and night.

I'm not surprised that they give me evil looks all the day time.

But hey Fuck 'em.

What do they know eh?

Wednesday

So.

I'm at Floop and El's house.

I seem to have contracted Floop's blogging disease.

So I just had to post.

Now....

A funny thing happened to me the other day.

I was walking from my house to my parents for Sunday lunch...

Sorry.

Dinner Time.

Be back later.