Radio shit and travel and other shit

So today was nice and shit.

Woke up early and shit, did some shit chilled some stuff you know. that old shit.

went college was nice and shit.

First lesson and only lesson just chilled and recorded this project in the radio studio. was kickass man.

Its about movies and shit stuff thats shocking.

Was interesting piss funny listaning to that shit back.

But may have to do a radio show because its fuckin' hilarious man.

Just have a laugh, if you have a laugh, the audience would know that shit and have a laugh aswell man.

But then thats the best thing.

Just to have a fuckin' laugh.

So put forward the idea and may have a podcast thing up soon on soundcloud would be killer.

Just discussing shit and playing a bit of music, anything really man.

You name it. we'll talk that shit.

So did that shit, edited that shit now its piss funny but you know.
They'll complain but then make the project make sense we'll do as it says.
Anyway.

went home a completely different way today man.
Took the bus with Liam and shit to Lemington Spa, quite interesting a nice trip and shit. good views and shit country man.
Was nice and shit.
Few simple ideas, you want a survival film? the best place i think would be open field  jsut the person walking thought it and shit. you know doing survival ass shit and stuff.
You know.
Stuff and things.

Anyway, then train from lemington to solihull.
Overall, about two hours.
i know right. the bus was £4,70 and fuckin train was 5 quid something or... something.
Anyway, it was nice and shit.

So that was that bullshit.

Yeah that was it.

Got in and shit, chill out put on some music you know, check the history turns out i listened to the police every step you take, go on then.

Then get a message.

Clive Burr eek ;(

I think, i ent going back to check.

So i'm thinking what the fuck and shit.

Guy died man that shits sad man, the original IronMaiden drummer man.

That shits shit man.

Cannot remember much else that i did other than edit and shit.

chilled.

Fuck had to replan saturday and shit turns out i got band practice on saturday 3-5.

So gotta go from Stourbridge station at 5:26, to solihull station at 6:10 to drop gear off then get my bag, then go from solihull at 6:26 to birmingham to switch to the other sation then onward to sheffield. be about half 8 when i arrive and shit.

Fuck thats busy ass shit.

Be fuckin' cream crackared and fuckin' shit.

And goin for the one night, for a mates birthday dressed as Shaggy from scooby doo.

Because all i have to do is put on a green shirt and done.

and i say mate, i mean mates mate.

And i say mates mate, i mean Nats mate.

And i say Nats mate.

I know em, but its not facebook official that we know each other you know.

man that facebook wank.

Anyway what was i saying.

Shaggy from scooby doo man.

Liam said, one problem. you don't have a dog.

So Nat-uraly i say.

I won't need a dog, in a club theirs bound to be someone from essex.

Not an essex girl just she agrees with that statement and is quite suprised i didn't insult her atall.

I know right.

I must be fuckin' dying.

Anyway.

Will let you guys go and shit. and leave you with this.

We got a new pope for one fuckin' day and He somehow kills off an origonal Iron Maiden member.

That shits not right man.

Goodbye people.

Will.