It seems in my absence that, despite 7 months with no entries, I still seem to reign supreme in Arnies blogland. According to all the numbers, anyway, which can hardly be denied.
And anyway what happened to GR and Hardcore Mitsuko (is this a sensitive topic...?) as I coudln't even see their blog up here. I know it's not all that important, but is the large amount of traffic on my blog (Versive) taken directly from Arnies - I would hope not.
Yet still I seem to be on top - by a huge margi
From http://versive.blog.co.uk here is the second of the samples I'm giving to you lovely lot - swear words allowed on my blog may be hashed out, or may just be fruitcaged - I hope those bits don't get totally cut out thiough because some of them are rather relevant.
We shall see.
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I should be on a boat touring the local islands right now, but I valium'ed and slept in. Plus after a 7-hour tattoo session yesterday with only 2 five minute breaks, I felt I was owed some leave-me-the-p
From http://versive.blog.co.uk here is the first of two posts that I'm transplanting here just to keep in touch with all you guys
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Yes I know, lots of posts today. I'm in the hotel all day (thank Norris for free WiFi, I can tell you) giving the new tattoo a chance to heal - I have photos of it coming up in a bit - those of you who know me and my tattoos; the ones I already have; will be surprised and I hope impressed and pleased with this new piece - and also to catch up on internet
I must say I am impressed, heartened even, by flicking back here on the off-chance and seeing the lovely vote scores and page views have gone up even in my lengthy absence; you really are too kind.
Now, to the real business now I've kissed your arses a bit, if you want to see how things are going on, and read more of my twitterings, then again I am gonna plug my new blog at http://versive.blog.co.uk
This is nothing personal against the venerable Arnies, of course, I just need a site th
Good afternoon!!! Bloody hell, I'd kinda forgotten you guys existed. Nothing personal, I've just changed focus so much this year that I've not been airsofting more than 10 times, I don't think, and that included the utter debacle that was the ground zero weekender.
I got smashed beyond belief, caused a lot of trouble, and became, how shall we say, disenchanted with the whole affair. Nothing against the game just some of the players, and it was time to leave in general so I have, I did, and
I wish I had a leisurely woman to accompany me too, but hey. Such is life.
So I've quit my job and I'm now a truly leisurely so-and-so, and all my friends are working all the hours God fails to send due to his lack of tangibility yet still the hours are being filled with blood, sweat and tears by my peers and y'know, it's bloody refreshing not to give a rat's *albartroth* about it all anymore.
And I had an unusually punishing routine before (55 hours a week as standard, plus whatever extr
Seeing as I wrote it I may as well share - here is my first editorial for the new website! Wooo!!-
All things considered, there is a reason why Tokyo Marui is the best-known airsoft manufacturer in the world, and it isn’t just their size or pedigree or long-term presence in the marketplace: it is because their guns simply work. As soon as you buy them. And you can make them better very easily.
They have long held the unofficial title of `most reliable manufacturer` among airsofters and
Just thought some folks might actually give a damn, but yes, I am busy. Oh-so-very-freakin' busy.
Getting a new job, buying my first car, leaving this old place I've worked in for 7 years, moving into a new house, and starting an editing job in my spare time on a whole new airsoft website - life is not exactly slow for me these days.
Oh, and I'm also still selling everything I own.
And I'm going to travel around the world in the Summer and that needs a spot of planning too, don'tc
And things move on… there was an interesting fellow at the ceilidh on Saturday who was apparently a famous folk recording artist; not a wisp of beard in sight mind you, and he wasn’t even wearing sandals; nope, this chap was pretty cool in more ways than one; wearing his shorts and t-shirt to have a crafty roll-up outside the hall’s entrance in bloody February; and very down-to-Earth. He also just so happens to run a property maintenance company for letting agents around the Bristol area – which
I really do have an addiction problem: I can't stop thinking about the kung po beef fom my local Chinese takeaway *slobbers* Really, its actually getting to be a problem, if I eat kung po constantly for the rest of my life it'll still be too rarely; I could chew my way through a fu**ing cow covered in kung po sauce and cashew nuts, I swear to God...
This is a day of food talk. And I've had a minor revelation about the state of the world; consumerism and the illusion of `consumer choice`;
I really do have an addiction problem: I can't stop thinking about the kung po beef fom my local Chinese takeaway *slobbers* Really, its actually getting to be a problem, if I eat kung po constantly for the rest of my life it'll still be too rarely; I could chew my way through a fu**ing cow covered in kung po sauce and cashew nuts, I swear to God...
This is a day of food talk. And I've had a minor revelation about the state of the world; consumerism and the illusion of `consumer choice`
...and I've barely recovered had the messiest night in years at one of the best clubs in the world as far as I'm concerned, only marred by the sonofab*tch who stole my wallet at about 6am, but hey. What can you do?
Apparently, hammering roller shutters with feets elbows and fists, is, while on a perfectly valid list of possibles, not one the police are keen to endorse. I didn't get arrested but I was told to stop - it was a damn good thing I had enough sense left in me to not go off the han
"Week off to go holiday, go holiday in sunshine sunshine, sunnyshine, wanna week orff go 'oliday and wannit naowww!!!" said I to my superiors in the main office, which led to my immediate removal from company property - probably on compassionate grounds - and, by a roundabout way, my requested holiday. Well it was sort-of like that in my head, anyway.
Taking a week off work to go nowhere was not what I intended but after discovering the total travesty that is `last minute` holidays (they st
Materialism.
A dirty word according to most hippies and lefties, just like `capitalist` apparently means something akin to `neo-nazi` if you listen to most university students and all these self-proclaimed `Liberals` who have nothing in common with the working classes (notable in the fact that hardly any of them ever do any work!) yet are willing to champion the rights of just such a group from the comfort of their city apartments or their family's second homes. Such is the focus of my irri
Now I'm not normally one to gloat ( ) but yeah, I have been eagerly waiting for that little statistic to roll over, and I must say I'm quite chuffed, especially as the blog isn't linked in my signature anymore. But this is just background detail; whats important is how things are shifting in accordance with the Brownian motion of life at the moment -
The Global Adventure! .... hasn't even been planned yet. And wont be for some weeks, maybe even a couple months because it needs to be done wi
Holy freakin' sh** - things are somewhat hectic of late.
Right, this is by way of explanation to those guys who may be wondering why I haven't posted off the stuff I've sold immediately, and generally because I'm feeling just a little bit snowed-under and have an awful lot of stuff on my mind.
Also I need to vent my spleen because stuff is a little difficult at the moment so if you don't want to hear a grown man whinging then stop reading right now
Lets begin at the beginning - J
This is no way invalidates my previous entry by the way I still want all you buggers to buy my entire arsenal from me!!
But I found a writing site, helium - http://www.helium.com/ - and this question caught my eye:
"Why men seem to only look for physical beauty." And I then indulged myself and anyone willing to read my thoughts with everything written in blue below
Now before article I would just like to mention how deeply, deeply ironic it is that I have a pretty good grasp of
Okay I jumped the gun on the girl, major, major, major bummer. Things are totally up for debate when she gets back and unfortunately this makes me a sad hippy. *fruitcage* dreadful behaviour on my part assuming things were all sweetness and light even after a six-month break, so..... things they are a-changing, namely: I'm selling my entire collection and going off to see a bit of the world on the proceeds myself. Avoiding India completely
So how the hell do I sell over a hundred airsoft gu
Wow didn't I have a great weekend? Well did I? Well yes I did. Well, I'll just talk to myself for the next few hours shall I? Hmm yeah I an see where this is going - straight to that section of society to whom the word `sectioned` is best applied.
Probably best to share, then -
I've been going climbing every week with this girl called Sarah, for a few months now; we actually went to school together but practically never spoke at that time, we bumped into each other at the start of the Summe
I dunno how much of this I'll actually get away with, as these are the opinions of my good friend Christopher ; or, `CrispyFur` as he has been known to us for a few years, due to his alledged plushy fetish (ewwwww...) that we insist he has and he usually insists he has too. This says something about the guy, but not as much as this email I received from him not 10 minutes ago:
`Saw the definitions for 'British' on some online dictionary that included such doosies as:
british:
Hey guys: good Christmas and New Year? Yeah me neither...
actually nope, its all good in truth, but I've just got a bit of a cold and I'm allowing it to get me down a bit. And I failed an interview in London last Wednesda, one that I really needed to get in order to get my mortgage sorted out, so my career plans are being rewritten again from scratch; which gives me a lot more options and suchlike so really, its all good; doors closing in one place inevitably open a few more somewhere else. N
This is me cheating, because I am fed up with seeing my signature have such a stupid bloody phrase in it, and I'm fed up with knowing that my last post was just a drunken ramble.
I've got 3 more articles coming soon, and those are just the ones I already know about so if I can get some time tomorrow at work (quiet Saturday, pweeeeeaaaase!!!) and I can maybe get some photos too (which one of the little articles really requires) then I should be able to flood you all with yet more nonsensical wh
So I'm sitting here, drunk, awash upon a sea of uneasy feelings swelled with only barely considered regret, head arest upon a body of uneasy stomach and swimming headlong against the tides of heartburn which even now lap against the tainted walls of my poor, ailed internals. Poetic I may be feeling, entirely shameless I am not. Drunkeness become me so, however. I feel I owe something to drunkeness to record my thoughts at this time.
Considering the pomposity of the previous paragraph it is
THURSDAY DECEMBER 14TH, ABOUT 9:00 AM....
Oh dear god is it morning already? Please y'honour, may I be excused from taking part in the world today? - I have a note from my liver....
What did I do last night? Got damned drunk and bought loads of stuff online that I really shouldn't have, eh? Mmm-hmm? Uh-huh.
Well on the plus side I should have a rather nifty (and excellently priced) replica of the Zatoichi (Blind Swordsman) sword, carbon steel and everything, on its way to me via
Okay I am a little officially pi**ed off now - this blog is getting harder and harder to devote any time to, and I see that I'm not exactly alone in thinking this, judging by the paucity of my fellow blogger's input lately. I get where you're coming from guys; for what do we bother contributing anything?
Does anyone else out there in Interwebland remember in the film Die Hard, just after the sleazy sales guy called Ellis gets one between the eyes from Hans Gruber (Mmmmm, H&K P7 goodness
