ollie as a parrot
i'm from wrexham
gareth
ollie raving bigstyle
tommy j
Friday, October 27, 2006
Pretty pictures of previous parties
Various photos of Twenty Northcote residents from Ollie's rave and pirate night.
ollie as a parrot
i'm from wrexham
gareth
ollie raving bigstyle
tommy j
ollie as a parroti'm from wrexhamgarethollie raving bigstyletommy j
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Some Yeah's!!!
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Monday, October 23, 2006
11-2, losing start of a long 5-a-side season
Well, after struggling to get a team of five people together, "Real Sociobad" eventually took to the field of play some 3 minutes into the first half of the 13 minute each way contest. We were faced by some obviously keen bastards who had their own kit. We turn up, all in different stuff, without a clue what was going on, and pretty quickly, conceding 2 penalties. Our players this week consisted of Tom, Ollie, Lewis, Simon and our player manager, Morgan.
The result did not reflect what really happened in the fixture. The opposition were nothing special, but it was somewhat obvious that they had played together before. We suffered badly from being a bit "ring rusty", some of the players not being aware of the fickle rules of the game, lack of communication and generally a lack of match practice.
In future weeks, the team will, for sure, get a lot better and more settled as we find all of our strengths in the game.
Our two goals were probably the best of the tie, as it goes. The first a right footed shot across the keeper by myself, with an assist from Tom. This was to bring the game back to 7-1, if I remember rightly. The second of the game was an excellent finish from Olly (who managed to keep the ball down this time) from a well placed through ball. I was unlucky not to score in the first half with the keeper just managing to keep out a stabbed shot on the line.
After the match, we were gracious in defeat, shook hands and all that rubbish (it was only a friendly after all). In future, we wont be so forgiving I feel. As the weeks go on, the better we'll get!! Maybe think of getting a kit at some point too, and hopefully get to the game on time in future.
The result did not reflect what really happened in the fixture. The opposition were nothing special, but it was somewhat obvious that they had played together before. We suffered badly from being a bit "ring rusty", some of the players not being aware of the fickle rules of the game, lack of communication and generally a lack of match practice.
In future weeks, the team will, for sure, get a lot better and more settled as we find all of our strengths in the game.
Our two goals were probably the best of the tie, as it goes. The first a right footed shot across the keeper by myself, with an assist from Tom. This was to bring the game back to 7-1, if I remember rightly. The second of the game was an excellent finish from Olly (who managed to keep the ball down this time) from a well placed through ball. I was unlucky not to score in the first half with the keeper just managing to keep out a stabbed shot on the line.
After the match, we were gracious in defeat, shook hands and all that rubbish (it was only a friendly after all). In future, we wont be so forgiving I feel. As the weeks go on, the better we'll get!! Maybe think of getting a kit at some point too, and hopefully get to the game on time in future.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Tom's new room layout
Come and see my new room layout.....suprisingly bigger room under all that mess, also i can now do a press up thanks to Ross, no excuse for my gut now is there, see you all soon
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Fridge Fun
The date of the downstairs fridge delivery has been rescheduled for today. So far it's taken four months to get hold of a fridge from the landlord. We are not amused...
Monday, October 16, 2006
Rachael is disgusted by comments on white board!!!
Rachael appeared all glary-eyed this morning after a night of passion, finding a comment which deeply hurt her feelings. She interrogated the 'males' of the house, automatically disregarding 'The Beast' completely. The comment went as follows:
Rachael is very annoyed at Gruff struming all night long also when she was actually trying to sleep for a change......ye right
Rachael needs cock
"20 Northcote Street, next time you engage in sexual intercourse please be aware of other peoples' ears. From everyone at 20 Northcote St."
Rachael is very annoyed at Gruff struming all night long also when she was actually trying to sleep for a change......ye right
Rachael needs cock
Sunday, October 15, 2006
STI Situation
Let's go for a bit of anonymity with this one. So far, 50% of the house have been treated for chlamydia (the skanky bastards). Two are headed for the clinic in the next week; with any luck we'll find some more infections - maybe one or two the others haven't had yet. It would be nice to have a variation on the theme. It's a lot like an unerringly dangerous form of Top Trumps...
Roasty Toasty
Feeling sated after a delicious meal courtesy of our in-house chef, Morgan. The chicken were right nice like, tender cutlets amply seasoned, and bathed in their own juice with the gravy. The tatties went down a treat, and our little family gathered round the table, breaking bread (metaphorically) and ridiculing one another.
Young Tom missed out on the experience due to some rugby weekend (though we all know he was over at Mr Patel's). Griff is never there, and today was hardly different in that respect. Ross had the misfortune to be told he was getting roasty cooked for him over at another house (the scoundrel). Turning down our meal, he watched us devour and even took part in some of the related parlour chat, only to find that there was no roasty waiting for him elsewhere. Slapped in the face.
The majority of the day was spent sleeping or doing things that require little or no motion or effort. This is largely due to working a long shift at Metros, then remaining there for a while, insisting on buying the most expensive breakfast McDonald's could muster (four pounds and nine pence), the hash brown of which was shamelessly stolen, and throwing the hideous coffee at a pigeon in an incoherent fit of rage. It is a miracle that I managed to get home in my inebriated state. I was aided by the light of the day.
Despite setting a day aside for work, I have not done a jot of it, eschewng the principle of engaging my little mind with things that really need doing in favour of a slightly pompous bath and much procrastination. Not a truly pompous bath, mind (for this you need some sort of bath salts or intriguing oil), but I still managed to drink a cup of organic fairtrade English Breakfast whilst reading a book. Miraculously, the ventilation hole in the downstairs bathroom acts as an ear to the kitchen, so you miss out on not a spot of conversation. For a while all eight members of the household were in the same room, and it was all sweet and lovely. Things naturally fizzled out as they do, rooms were returned to, and the living room is currently empty.
Now we are awaiting whatever the evening throws our way.
Young Tom missed out on the experience due to some rugby weekend (though we all know he was over at Mr Patel's). Griff is never there, and today was hardly different in that respect. Ross had the misfortune to be told he was getting roasty cooked for him over at another house (the scoundrel). Turning down our meal, he watched us devour and even took part in some of the related parlour chat, only to find that there was no roasty waiting for him elsewhere. Slapped in the face.
The majority of the day was spent sleeping or doing things that require little or no motion or effort. This is largely due to working a long shift at Metros, then remaining there for a while, insisting on buying the most expensive breakfast McDonald's could muster (four pounds and nine pence), the hash brown of which was shamelessly stolen, and throwing the hideous coffee at a pigeon in an incoherent fit of rage. It is a miracle that I managed to get home in my inebriated state. I was aided by the light of the day.
Despite setting a day aside for work, I have not done a jot of it, eschewng the principle of engaging my little mind with things that really need doing in favour of a slightly pompous bath and much procrastination. Not a truly pompous bath, mind (for this you need some sort of bath salts or intriguing oil), but I still managed to drink a cup of organic fairtrade English Breakfast whilst reading a book. Miraculously, the ventilation hole in the downstairs bathroom acts as an ear to the kitchen, so you miss out on not a spot of conversation. For a while all eight members of the household were in the same room, and it was all sweet and lovely. Things naturally fizzled out as they do, rooms were returned to, and the living room is currently empty.
Now we are awaiting whatever the evening throws our way.
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