tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35462802011-04-21T22:48:02.336+01:00Rhysisms [Reece Is-ums]: Stupid, no meaning sentances. Created by Rhys Wynne [Reece Win] for his blog, The Art of Rhysisms.Rhysnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1097316356538441012004-10-09T11:05:00.000+01:002004-10-09T11:05:56.536+01:00

After two and a bit years of posting here, I've decided to close this blog down. One reason mainly: I just cannot be arsed posting every two weeks something that can be constewed as funny, and it's shown, as my latest entries have been utter shite. Don't worry people, it's not the end of the world. One of the people I've inspired to blog - Potter - I believe had a good idea with his blogging:

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1096539278733636312004-09-30T11:14:00.000+01:002004-09-30T11:20:01.173+01:00

Hello everybody! I'd love to say there's been a great reason for me not blogging, but the truth is that I haven't been arsed. Yep, I'm well and truly a student again! Cannot say I've been the most productive whilst I've been in Liverpool, but nevertheless I'm having fun. Knackered, but fun. Anyway, here's the excitement I've been having. Last week was the Schooldisco.com party. Quite disturbingly

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1094938236377717272004-09-12T01:01:00.000+01:002004-09-11T23:06:16.643+01:00

"Rhys!" They said, "You cannot have a girlfriend and Linux. It's unheard of! One or the other, you decide!". Guess which one I got? Yep, Linux. Okay, not quite that level. Yet.Red Hat to be exact. Yep, sorry to be a geek. But I had to get it. The Computer Science classes in uni was going so far over my head it was almost in orbit, talking about /root and -ll's and other technological bullcrap

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1094207785360555372004-09-03T11:36:00.000+01:002004-09-03T11:40:10.220+01:00

Again, my life seems to be stuck in a rut at the moment. So instead, some more random funnies and stories I've observed over the last few days. My sexy new phone!I've bought a new mobile phone, a Nokia 3410. Regular readers would remember my old phone, a Nokia 3510i, bit silicon dust after the England vs. Wales game in the six nations. Nevertheless, I still managed to flog it on ebay. I so rule.

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1093560562745151762004-08-26T23:49:00.000+01:002004-08-26T23:55:45.886+01:00

One of my favourite bits of web slang is 'killing kittens'. I use it regulary in knowledgeable circles. However, I wouldn't call myself a kitten killer (as in the sense of actually killing kittens, as opposed to the other meaning). Until today. Awwww bless.....Okay, I claim innocence and ignorance on this. I don't think I actually killed a kitten, and it's not my fault. Let me explain. Tonight

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1093205341488978632004-08-22T21:09:00.000+01:002004-08-22T21:13:23.550+01:00

As my ego has been taking a hiding this past week (from STEP Merseyside Champion to burger flipper in around 6 days), so sorry for lack of updates. Also I've been drinking quite heavily, and watching the Olympics. Ah yes, the 'lympics (as can be shortened to) is the pinnacle of sporting activity. Patrioticism, the fact that Team GB are not completely shite this time around, seeing the French cry

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1092785342613233552004-08-18T00:29:00.000+01:002004-08-18T10:37:43.870+01:00

...bollocks. Seems like I'm "Chronologically Inept" by tagline and nature, as Monday's post went up on Friday night, meaning my triumphant return fizzled out quicker that a opening a flat bottle of coke. Oh well, I'll take this opportunity to talk about some exciting points in my life and once again pimp THE ART OF RHYSISMS FANTASY FOOTBALL SUPERLEAGUE! For more details on how to join, click here

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1092415113765881172004-08-16T17:30:00.000+01:002004-08-13T17:38:33.766+01:00

Hello! Like Bruce Willis, I'm back with a vengance, and I've knocked up a quick post. Actually, that's a lie, as the bit you lot are reading at the moment is 6 weeks of work. Probably a world record for the longest blog entry written? I'll claim it. Here's some of the bigger days of the past six weeks. July 4th 2004 Bugger me, the Greek's won. Who saw that coming eh? Spent next day in work

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1092215146260627532004-08-11T09:33:00.000+01:002004-08-11T13:18:29.323+01:00

Hello again! Nope, I'm not - as Take That would say - back for good, but there are a couple of things that I need to say before I make my triumphant return on Monday. Gary Neville's Homo-Erotic Moments in Football The new footy season is back this Saturday! Okay, the new "Coca-Cola Championship" (spits) has already begun, but the Premiership begins this weekend. As such, the Fantasy Fooball

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1088698083204444552004-07-01T17:08:00.000+01:002004-07-05T10:50:16.540+01:00

I always thought as myself as quite a famous blogger (ego through the roof moment here), sure I spend a lot of time on Technorati seeing how well I am doing, and I know I've inspired a few people to start blogging. However, bar a couple of discussions down the pub and Max visiting the WMZ last summer, the blogging and real life worlds I habit keep themselves separate. Until today. You see,

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1088418804895427152004-06-28T11:33:00.000+01:002004-06-28T15:39:07.966+01:00

I can probably officially say I've finished my second year at University now (62.6% average, get in!), so I guess I should just give my thoughts. Hell, I'm a 2004 Bloggie Award Nominee, I should give my thoughts! Get in!Well, this year I was worried, as I went into the year pretty much blind, having to stand on my own to feet like some fat, Welsh Bambi. Boy, have I done well. Beginning of this

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1088156588750123032004-06-25T10:19:00.000+01:002004-06-25T11:21:27.120+01:00

You're going home, you're going. England's going home. At the risk of being bottled, may I just say that I am pleased to see England go out of the tournament. Not for the football mind, but as a 'principality' (which I think is bollocks, we're a country!), we don't have to suffer the following for at least another two years:- A real boy wonder. Deluded Englishmen saying that "This is Our Year"

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1087892389140060342004-06-22T09:17:00.000+01:002004-06-22T09:19:49.140+01:00

I'm afraid that my life hasn't changed much recently, it's pretty much "as you were" since the last update. One thing that has occurred is a mate's (not going to mention his name, but it's an anagram of Stewart) birthday, and England vs. Croatia. Not going to delve into too much detail of mate-who's-name-is-an-anagram-of-Stewart's birthday party, but I got very drunk. Unfortunately, not in the

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1087648639097745862004-06-19T13:37:00.000+01:002004-06-19T13:38:47.543+01:00

It's been a busy week for everybody's favourite Welshie, so that explains the lack of updates. Here's what has been "goin' down". Who ate all the pies?Monday I started my job and am beginning to enjoy it. Okay, to quote a Boomtown Rats song "I don't like Mondays", plus three weeks of arsing around followed by a days work doesn't put you in a great routine, but I think I've settled well and

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1087169097281512952004-06-14T00:15:00.000+01:002004-06-14T00:27:12.070+01:00

Okay, let's get one thing straight. I was a neutral, I couldn't care less about the result. I applauded good England play, and booed the French at times. I chanted with the English fans (but that was to avoid getting bottled after the game so I'm not a traitor). However, it was brilliant to see the arrogent fuckers brought down a notch :). Keep the faith. Rhys

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1086972463956054452004-06-11T17:43:00.000+01:002004-06-11T17:47:43.956+01:00

Tomorrow, Euro 2004 begins, and although Wales failed to qualify (thanks to some cheating Rushkies), I should enjoy it. Why? Not only that Fantasy Football has returned, and I have around a tenner placed on various matches, but also due to that I love international football over the Premiership. It just feels more real: no money, to season ticket plans, no Malaysian Businessmen, just people

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1086737156268691592004-06-09T00:25:00.000+01:002004-06-09T00:32:04.016+01:00

At the risk of soundling like every other blog on the planet, today has been boring. However, what separates this site from the rest (despite the fact that the blogger on this site is the world's most handsome man) is that whilst today has been pretty much boring, there has been a good thing, a bad thing, and an ugly thing. In no particular order, I'll talk about it. It's bitty yes, but I've got

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1086640536961683682004-06-07T21:35:00.000+01:002004-06-08T15:06:52.570+01:00

Certain things really get my goat. A troll, for one. But - apart from that - I'm proud that unlike many people my age, I don't need to prove myself by having scraps every Friday and Saturday night. Nothing, not even a very annoying person, angers me. However, one thing that is around in the UK that is beginning to piss me off, and that is those arsing car flags. English Car Flags, probably

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1086392181942105072004-06-05T00:36:00.000+01:002004-06-05T00:43:11.460+01:00

I was out with friends of friends on Wednesday night, and what better way to get acquainted than playing drinking games. One of them that crops up (and, for purposes of me being a lazy bastard, the one we played on Wednesday night, as the one that we did play was fucking complicated for the amount I drank....it involved a deck of cards - but in essence was the same game) in the bowling circles is

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1086005904041497872004-05-31T13:18:00.000+01:002004-06-04T13:57:55.563+01:00

Okay, I missed it, I admit it. Whilst I was busy trying to get Counter Strike to work again (thanks to Steam, meaning a lot of updating needs to be done), I missed a very important day yesterday: as two years ago yesterday, I started blogging. Two years of my life I have recorded my thoughts, funny stories, and just general chitter chatter (plus the occasional knob gag thrown in), and - on the

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1085860120436535882004-05-29T20:48:00.000+01:002004-06-04T10:59:02.016+01:00

Last night was the Atheletics Union dinner, and quite possibly had my wierdest night of drunken adventures ever. Despite that I am probably the least athletic person in the world, I still went to the dinner (though Ten Pin Bowling). I didn't know what to expect, as the only other formal dinner I've had was my leaver's do, and that was about two years ago. Also, ironically, I wore the same suit

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1085744665217501162004-05-28T12:42:00.000+01:002004-05-28T12:46:59.706+01:00

"And these are days you often say, 'There's nothing that we can't do'. Beneath a canopy of stars, I'd shed blood for you" - Ash, Shining Light How appropriate. Last night I went to see Ash in the Liverpool Guild, and the gig was top class. All those who are Ash fans should already know that, but apart from Tim coming on the stage with his guitar on fire, there's only one other thing

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Sometime in October 2002, I started the "Know My Brother" Project, which - following an evening of internet surfing with me and my brother - was started. The premise behind it is that Rick was dissappointed with his web presence, and if a few people included his name on their blog, then he will shoot to the top of the google search for Richard Wynne (more details, including how to take part, is

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1085481855277993222004-05-25T11:42:00.000+01:002004-05-25T11:46:11.040+01:00

Yesterday, I was told that I got a new job, working for this small business doing web pages and Flash-based projects, and I couldn't be happier. I know I don't mention it in the post, but I'm seeing Dave Gorman tonight. Who want's to touch me?Yes, I know I haven't metnioned it before (actually, just checked, and it's briefly mentioned in this post), and I have no idea why. Actually I do, it's

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1085322989534236292004-05-23T15:35:00.000+01:002004-05-24T11:11:45.443+01:00

As I haven't got the arsedness to launch into a funny story (and believe me, I've got tons), I'll just give a short update of my life, in a digestible pleasure. I've finished exams! Yes, my exams are over, and went better than expected. I shouldn't really say that until I get my results, but in my opinion they went well. Anyway, we went to celebrate half arsedly on Friday and a full whack in

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1084910050056628442004-05-18T20:53:00.000+01:002004-05-25T11:48:04.310+01:00

Last night, I lost trust with a fairly large percentage of the country. I've always been nice to old women, helping them cross the road and all that. If my cub scout days have tought me nothing else (and they haven't), it's being nice to old ladies will get you get you laid nothing, except a warm, tingly glow inside you. Last night, that warm tingly glow (which later turned out to be the

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1084748741002646922004-05-17T00:04:00.000+01:002004-05-17T00:17:57.293+01:00

I was walking home from the pub (don't worry, I only drank orange cordial) tonight, whereby I passed a pub called Blakes. Now, despite I can count on one hand how many times I've been in Blakes, I love the place. It has a few video games, and a brand new simpsons pinball machine. It also has about 5 or 10 big screens as well, showcasing the finest Premiership action (except for this one time I

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1084577440483229892004-05-15T00:30:00.000+01:002004-05-15T00:30:40.483+01:00

An Update I've taken time out of my busy schedule of sitting on my arse watching Futurama, playing addiction solitaire on Yahoo, and generally doing anything to avoid revision, to give you all that's hip, hop and happening in the life of me. Firstly, an explination for the last post. After a discussion on the IRC chatroom with a guy called....errr....ummm....Guy, we decided on another

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1084314669101882342004-05-11T23:30:00.000+01:002004-05-13T15:55:48.776+01:00

Don't Ask, Don't Tell To try and aid the procedure to stop bleeding in the mouth, pocketable tourniquets were introduced. Don't Ask... Keep the faith Rhys

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1083970696489880842004-05-07T23:58:00.000+01:002004-05-08T00:02:37.250+01:00

Head Down Like a few other bloggers I know, I've got university exams just around the corner, so that explains the lack of updates (well, that and the fact that bowling club has an IRC room - #liv10pin on quakenet, and that...well....I haven't had anything good to say). This is likely to continue for about two/three weeks, so I could post either one of two things: a long emotional tirade about my

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1083587833170860332004-05-03T13:37:00.000+01:002004-05-03T16:00:12.500+01:00

Highway To Hull Hull weekend bowing in the Fancy Dress Trios was fun. Rather than giving a whole schebang of what happened, here's some observations/quirky events that occurred. First and foremost, I looked absolutely fantastic. I was quite suprised how I think I managed to outdo the AU Disco pirate, but I looked amazing. Anyway, I wasn't the only one, as I got chatted up more times than being

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1083351492163858432004-04-30T19:58:00.000+01:002004-04-30T20:05:10.500+01:00

Bells Will Be Ringing Congratulations to Graham and Fay from last year, who are finally doing the decent thing and tying the knot. I went to their engagement party awhile back, but didn't expect it to be this soon. Now, unless two of my mates or - shudder to think - myself pull their fingers out, and have a Britney Stylee quick marriage, it'll be the first marriage I'll ever attend. I feel so

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1082983492878366262004-04-26T13:44:00.000+01:002004-04-26T13:55:16.030+01:00

Fire In The Hole! I've done myself a nasty, seriously. I was on the lash last night, and a mate of mine got me in a headlock, and I tried to counter with a backdrop (a wrestling move that involves locking you hands around their waist, and picking them up, falling backwards and dropping them). However, I had drunk a shit load of beer, and I had enough trouble supporting my own weight, let alone

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1082895127372322032004-04-25T13:11:00.000+01:002004-04-25T13:23:49.640+01:00

Fuck, Shit, Arse, Bollocks |Update| This entry was written at approximately 3am this morning, when I was hammered. Therefore, I can apologise for my usual abysmal grammar and the language. Which, not only included awful spelling, but liberal use of the f'word not seen since the time Radio 1 played uncut Eminem at 3 in the afternoon. Fucking scouse twats! Pardon my French, but watching the Man U

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1082742123562079642004-04-23T18:41:00.000+01:002004-04-23T18:49:02.966+01:00

Catch The Sun "You got your sunglasses on, and you're smiling at everyone..." - The Atari's: "Boys Of Summer" I think the quote above is very apt for me today. I've been in a really good mood all day (and that is with a monster hangover). I think it's because of the weather, and the plethora of women wearing very little that the sunshine brings. Hey, I'm a red blooded male. Ooh, it's

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1082484112339273342004-04-20T19:01:00.000+01:002004-04-21T12:17:26.013+01:00

If I Could Walk With the Animals, Talk With the Animals, Grunt and Squeak and Squawk With the Animals Amazing how things develop, isn't it? Earlier today, I was in the zoo. It was quiet, so I had my lunch with one of my workmates fairly early (around 1pm) and whilst he sat down with a burger that has been come to known as "The Angina" (three burgers, three slices of cheese, three rashers of

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1082249374295827372004-04-18T01:49:00.000+01:002004-04-18T01:55:23.013+01:00

Full Circle |Update| This entry was originally posted on 16th April 2004, but I screwed up and lost it. Actually no, I wipe my hands clean of this. Blogger screwed up and lost it. My fault? My arse. Anyway, here it is. It involves road signs. Mothers eh? Don't you love 'em? Sure enough, mine's ace. She provides for me, cleans my clothes, cooks food, and has a surprisingly good tasted in music.

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1082190763539367352004-04-17T09:32:00.000+01:002004-04-17T09:36:37.403+01:00

ARSES!!! It appears that some early morning editing has caused my latest post to dissappear, and now I can't find it. Buggering Sundays! I'll see if I can find it again (it was quite funny, and involved road signs), but all signs are bleaker than Carlisle United chances of Third Division survival. Any Excuse for a piss up I did promote this: International Webloggers Day. Although I'm not sure

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1081861405400109692004-04-13T14:03:00.000+01:002004-04-15T17:23:07.840+01:00

Forever Skeptical Death. Taxes. Junk E-Mail. These are three depressing facts of life that we all have to go through. However, one piece of junk e-mail I regularly look forward to is the one from Astrocentre. Despite it being freaky that they managed to get not only my e-mail address but the time of my birth (hell, I'm not sure about it myself) from spyware, I do spend 3 minutes reading my stars.

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1081726189350310732004-04-12T00:29:00.000+01:002004-04-12T09:37:24.810+01:00

The Dangers Of Blogging Happy Easter Everybody! I was today speaking with a friend of mine (she knows who she is) who wanted to start blogging, but didn't want the world and their wives to see. Primarily because she'd be open, but more importantly, because she didn't want to offend anybody. I'm similar, and hope I don't offend anybody with my writings. However, re-reading my last post and

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1081460344110400822004-04-08T22:39:00.000+01:002004-04-08T23:11:05.000+01:00

Number 3, that was Rhys from Colwyn Bay! I recieved a very interesting e-mail from a mate of mine today. "Hey Rhys. Listen, got speaking to a girl in work today. She's looking for a bit of male company to see Scooby Doo 2 on Saturday, and I thought of you. Think of this as blind date? Mail me back....- Mate. E-Mail. Today Now, I had to turn it down. According to reports, it's supposed to be

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1081208905137263602004-04-06T08:48:00.000+01:002004-04-06T09:25:58.030+01:00

Real People.... I was walking through town sometime last week (this is Liverpool) and saw something that brings a smile to my face. Yeah. A woman in a bikini, plastered on a billboard. I'm shallow. Just before you all think I've gone soft, here's a gratuatous arse shot....Also, plastered around her were the words "....underwear for real women.", and closer inspection of the naked flesh

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1081122201687799032004-04-05T12:01:00.000+01:002004-04-05T10:04:50.810+01:00

When, Will I, Will I Be Famous The whole British Blogging world (well, those who matter) have been discussing this article in The Observer (which is The Guardian on Sundays, for thick people). I sort of expected it, I mean, Max changed his MSN screen name to "Read The Last Ever 'A Teenager Blogs' This Sunday In The Observer". I confess, I was a little interested. Due to work commitments, I

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1081036138189338382004-04-04T04:00:00.000+01:002004-04-04T23:15:57.983+01:00

Good Karma As my last post suggested, I got a bit sick of University. Luckily, Colwyn Bay welcomed back it's most gorgeous alumnus with welcome arms, and I've had a pretty good weekend. Why? Well, here's one reason:- Scaryduck! That twat that used to live on Guy's corridor! Arsene Wenger! Thierry Henry! Can you hear me? Thierry Henry! Everybody who supported Arsenal last week! 90% of the

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1080902036516266202004-04-02T11:33:00.000+01:002004-04-02T15:40:33.293+01:00

I Pity The Foo' Just in case you couldn't tell, pretty much all of yesterday's post was an April Fools. I'm going to hell. Oh how we laughed. Pity the foo'! Sweet Home Alabama, Lord I'm Coming Home To You Well, that's it for another term at Uni, with only 4 more left, I really should pull my finger out to make the rest as brilliant as possible. That being said, I'm glad to be going home. No

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1080813750323406742004-04-01T11:02:00.000+01:002004-04-01T11:08:26.700+01:00

Divine Intervention Last few days for me have been a little, well, unnerving. Guess you can call it a 'spiritual awakening'. Confused? Yeah, well, so am I. It all began on Tuesday where I went to watch everybody's favourite film about the last few hours of Our Holiness: "The Passion Of The Christ". Short review: Film was good, one of those things that you must see, but the book was better. And

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1080500895584211322004-03-28T20:07:00.000+01:002004-03-28T20:25:02.873+01:00

A Complex Enigma I consider myself to be an intelligent bloke. Hell, a 135 in an IQ test shows I'm not an idiot. However, there are certain things in this life I hold my hands up and say "I don't have a clue.". Nuclear Physics. Brain surgery. How I'm still yet to be laid after 20 years of being so goddamn gorgeous. However, whilst I can probably get the jist of them all (and for the last one

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Got Your Supersonic Beats Mixing Up My Kids I'd like to take this opportunity for judging a book by it's cover.... The Blue Angel. Not very angelic, or indeed blue. Still, it's the Razz.Following a diabolical performance in the quiz last night, on par with Liverpool's diabolical (but funny) performance in the UEFA Cup, the question was asked: "What should we do now?" It was approaching 11 -

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1080072281742294532004-03-23T20:04:00.000Z2004-03-23T20:16:24.186Z

Two Faced Rappers, Walk Away with Four Shiners Actually, that's a pretty shitty title. Firstly, I'm not two faced. Secondly, I can't rap, and finally, I didn't suffer four shiners. I was just in the mood for quoting John Cena, that's all. It's Basic Thuganomics.Last night was Double Vision at the guild. Being a bit of a party animal at the moment, I toddled along with my lumberjack

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1079801620569527912004-03-20T16:53:00.000Z2004-03-20T16:56:57.623Z

St. Paddies! Well, St Paddies was fun, and a lot of alcyhol was involved. However, the night didn't go as expected. A drunken stumble from the pavement resulted in a twisted ankle, meaning the last thing I wanted to do was spend a fiver to dance around Medication for 2 hours. Instead of opting for the packed O'Neills, I headed accross the street to Barracuda, whereby I met a few of my coursemates

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1079521371302811442004-03-17T11:02:00.000Z2004-03-17T11:08:35.840Z

DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!! So there I was, drunk as an Irishman after a fairly uneventful night in Double Vision. It was Tuesday morning. I knew that I had prepared myself beforehand such that when my 11 o clock lecture arrived, I wouldn't be hungover. I'd wake up at 10:30 as fresh as a daisy. Sure, it was 2am, but my tried-and-tested perfectly orchastrated method of avoiding a hangover

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1079400605239900032004-03-16T01:28:00.000Z2004-03-16T01:41:25.750Z

Bugger Part 1 Seems I didn't win that bloggie I was nominated for. Ah well. May have to re-adjust to winning blog (yes, I prepared one. Y'know, just in case). Although I didn't win (which I'm not bitter about, honest) I would like to take this post to thank anybody who I have had the pleasure of sharing my life with. Family, friends, work colleagues, fellow bloggers and all my readers. You are

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1079213748995674092004-03-13T21:35:00.000Z2004-03-13T21:38:57.450Z

We're on a mining ship, three million years into deep space. Can someone explain to me where the smeg I got this traffic cone? Thanks Sam! for making me rediscover my love for Red Dwarf, by buying me crap off my wishlist. Visit his blog. It's ace. Cool Crap! Also got some B3ta badges through the post yesterday. Ooh, at the moment, it's like Christmas come early! Or late. Yes. Definitely late.

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1078916576652557542004-03-10T11:02:00.000Z2004-03-10T12:04:00.826Z

The Fall Guy WARNING: This post is about football. Visitors who don't share my passion for the beautiful game are encouraged to read yesterday's entry. It's very good, and features a very big sandwich. At approximately 10pm last night, I suddenly recieved a glut of text messages, e-mails, phone calls and MSN messages. Here's a small sample of them:- "going out out out!" - Ste "Oh dear....Wot

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1078860766384208542004-03-09T19:32:00.000Z2004-03-09T19:40:22.216Z

Note To Self: Beer + Internet = Bad I dunno whether I should be sorry or not for last night's posts. Uncharacteristic? Yes (one of my sensitive friends greeted with "What the fuck was that on your site last night?"). But I felt it had some truth behind it. Anyway, I don't think it's as half as bad as what I made it out to be. Generally, I do have a lot of friends - some that are female as well

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1078796464778549962004-03-09T01:39:00.000Z2004-03-09T10:34:15.873Z

So, I cried, and I prayed and I begged.... Bah, those who want cheery, happy with the world Rhys, please look away now. Last week, roughly about this time, I was having probably the most romantic time of my life - snogging some bird's tonsils out to Keane. Fast forward seven days however, and I'm currently miserable. Very, very miserable. I currently feel unloved more than anything else,

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1078522499813793162004-03-05T21:34:00.000Z2004-03-05T21:39:11.966Z

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To Yesterday I was a miserable bastard. Hangover, dicky stomach and the fact that I've haven't been laid in my first 20 years on planet Earth (okay, maybe not the last one) meant that although everybody was really nice to me, I really didn't want to be at my birthday party. Sure, it wasn't a bad night, but no amount of hugs, maltesers or Rennie's could make

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1078401329261837692004-03-04T11:55:00.000Z2004-03-04T12:02:19.093Z

We're Gonna Drink Bacardi Like, it's My Birthday Unfortunately, not only Bacardi, but Carling, Guiness, Reef, Jack Daniels and god knows what else, so for my actual birthday (today), I am fantastically hungover. And guess what? I'm gonna do it all again tonight! (Krazyhouse, Liverpool. Probably K3, if not then K2, where you'll probably find me kicking some ass on Tekken). Oh well, busy day

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-107825483244803702004-03-02T19:13:00.000Z2004-03-02T19:42:35.123Z

Sex Bomb, Sex Bomb. I'm a Sex Bomb So, as mentioned on a drunken comment on Jake's Blog early this morning, I pulled last night (or, to put it technically, 'got a snog'). Dunno why, but this one felt a bit more special than other snoggings the past two weeks. So, it's for this reason, I don't really want to share too much of the gory details. Still, two things to come from it. It's St.

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1078148699273417412004-03-01T13:44:00.000Z2004-03-02T20:26:21.750Z

Dydd Dewi Sant Hapus! Before anybody else makes sheep jokes. Happy St. David's Day Everybody! Wear a daffodil, eat a leek, and make fun at the English. Also get drunk, not particularly Welsh as such, but still is fun. In other News: Birthday in 3 Days! I like Carling. Cadwch y Coel. Rhys

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1078063256869167102004-02-29T14:00:00.000Z2004-03-01T10:46:23.450Z

Look, it's the 29th! How special! Before you all say "Ooh Rhys, thanks for honouring you with out presence once again", I'm only blogging today for the sheer pathetic thrill of seeing "February 29th" on my title. I'm sad like that. As such, I really cannot be arsed to blog anything noteworthy, so I'll just do what substandard blogs do - link whore. Hey, we all have our off days. Interesting

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1077926989599438812004-02-28T00:09:00.000Z2004-02-29T00:40:56.200Z

IT'S FUCKING SNOWING!! Colwyn Bay, Tuesday, My Back Garden. Yes, it snowed about 5 inches in Colwyn Bay yesterday, forcing every school in North Wales to shut. I mean, 5 inches is a lot (which is an arguement I hope to use with the ladies in the near future). Anyway, whilst I should of been arsing around in the snow, I was instead stuck in Liverpool, doing work. That being said, last night it

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1077655081046708792004-02-24T20:37:00.000Z2004-02-24T20:42:30.936Z

Strike! As no doubt it's been on the News recently, both the AUT (university lecturers) and NUS (university students) are stiking tomorrow. Both for the same reason - AUT for not getting enough money and NUS for...errr...the amount we have to pay for Uni. Ermmm, well worked that one out. Students? Protesting? Missing their education? Get outta here....Hell, I'm not cynical. I'm all for more

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1077325223334539782004-02-21T01:00:00.000Z2004-02-21T10:45:35.653Z

Rhysisms: Week In Review Been busy the past few days, here are the highlights of my quite active social life: - I've spent a lot of time sitting in Kiss The Red: Passion Lounge (to give it it's full title) the past week, watching a variety of sporting events. For those who are unaware, Kiss The Red: Passion Lounge isn't a strip club, but a pool hall (dygeddit? Kiss The Red? Marketing writes

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1077191378266409002004-02-19T11:49:00.000Z2004-02-19T11:52:15.450Z

The Battle of Britain Berti Vogts! Kenny Dalglish! Carlisle McTwat! Carol Smilie...can you hear me? Carol Smilie! William Wallace! That bloke who won Big Brother! Paul Dickov! James I! Ally McCoist! Billy Connolly! Guy McGechan's family! The druggies of trainspotter! Hamish McBeth! Ewan McGregor....Did you see that? Your boys took one hell of a beating!!!!! A hell of a beating.... Ahem. Keep

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1077048719796589242004-02-17T20:11:00.000Z2004-02-17T23:20:01.653Z

I Tried To Give You Up, But I'm Addicted... Although I drink, gamble and (unfortunately) used to smoke, I was never dependant on any of these. These simply make my life just a little bit more enjoyable. I don't have an addict-like personality. However, two things I have become almost drug-like to me in the past two weeks, and, in a week that saw former (now thankfully on the wagon) addict Eddie

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1076868664985591172004-02-15T18:09:00.000Z2004-02-15T18:13:37.763Z

I met her in a club down in old Soho, where they drink Champagne, and it tastes just like Cherry Cola. See-Oh-Ell-Ay Co-la. Co-Co-Co-Co-Co-la. You probably couldn't tell from the last post, but I actually really like Valentine's Day. I've had a pretty decent record of pulling on the St. for love's day. Also, I like anything which gives me an excuse for a piss up. What I was saying at the time

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1076177418368944812004-02-14T21:09:00.000Z2004-02-13T13:17:15.996Z

We Are The Dateless Losers.... A friend told me a story today, which I'd like to relate to you. There is a direct link to the special days that happen in the year and the acronyms relating to them. Don't believe me? Lets have a look at them:- December 25th - Christmas Day. Simple one this is. The acronym is 'CD'. Simple, most people get CD's for Christmas (last year I got two). December 31st

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1076540052897093622004-02-11T22:48:00.000Z2004-02-12T01:00:10.826Z

Note To Self: Brothers Know Too Much Compare your life to mine. Then kill yourself. says [me]: haven't you got school in the morning? 80's Synthesizer says [brother]: haven't you got university in the morning? Compare your life to mine. Then kill yourself. says: touche Arses.... Yes, today has been a day whereby my ego has been kept well and truly in check, and my ego destroyer thingy has

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1076377818574529452004-02-10T01:49:00.000Z2004-02-10T02:31:13.810Z

Out On The Razzle One of my mates has a theory: "The best way to get over someone is to get under someone". After the dissappointment of last Wednesday night, I decided to shift my pulling ability onto maximum tonight at Double Vision. Did it work? Did it fuck. No no. That's not saying I had a boss night. I did. Just didn't seal the deal. There was actually quite a lot of birds dancing

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1076075500741290612004-02-06T13:51:00.000Z2004-02-06T14:56:05.780Z

What a Difference A Day Makes 24 little hours. That's all. Yet, to avoid getting philosophical as much as possible, I've managed to cram a lot in the last 24 hours. Lets start at 10pm yesterday:- Losers.... 10pm: Out in the Varsity in Liverpool with my mates. Having a really good time after bird mentioned in previous post texted me asking if I was out tonight. Agreed meetup at 1am. Also finished

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1075839534487498422004-02-03T20:18:00.000Z2004-02-03T20:22:29.123Z

Dude, we were totally wasted last night! If last night was a film, it would be probably akin to "Dude, Where's My Car?" Except without the car, or the end of the world, or those german blokes, or those necklaces that made women's boobs grow. Okay, so it isn't anything like "Dude, Where's My Car?", but you get the jist. I just cannot remember much of last night. You can't seriously want to make

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1075718821215250682004-02-02T10:47:00.000Z2004-02-08T01:03:06.200Z

Arrggghhh! Ah. The Superbowl. For the Americans, it is the pinnacle of an exciting season of grid iron. For Brits, and the rest of the world probably, we fake an interest to hopefully catch a pretty fun half time show (which, this year, lets be honest, didn't fail to deliver - it were just like Bucks Fizz) before switching off at half four in the morning. And here's John Barnes

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1075570887466454752004-01-31T17:41:00.000Z2004-01-31T17:45:35.450Z

Getting Things Off My Chest, Getting Off My Face What I said in the wee small hours was incredibly good for me to say. Okay, I think I overreacted quite a bit (only inhaled once, and it really isn't that much of a big deal) but it's nice to know that everybody now knows. Spoke to a bunch of my mates this morning, and they didn't realise for the better part of 4 months I occasionally smoked. In

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1075515988791951212004-01-31T02:25:00.000Z2004-01-31T02:28:40.560Z

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself This will probably be the hardest blog entry I'm going to write. I try to keep my innermost feelings hidden behind the old 'went out last night, try to pull' routiene. However, tonight I did something which I really am not proud of. I took a drag. Okay, took a drag, puffed a half, whatever way you look at it. I smoked a cigarette. Half of you are

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1075288542543856512004-01-28T11:15:00.000Z2004-01-28T11:18:56.233Z

I Just Want To Dance The Night Away Two nights in a row (well, technically one a half). TWO FRICKEN NIGHTS OUT IN A ROW. I never ever do that. Especially with the amount I drink. Anyway, Monday night I went with a few mates to Double Vision for a bit. First time in a long time (which is kind of idiotic for me, as I'm sometimes on the guestlist, due to my ten pin bowling ability - or lack

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1075030365841993412004-01-25T11:32:00.000Z2004-01-25T11:34:50.233Z

And We'll Really Shake Them Up... As this weekend is FA Cup Weekend, I thought I'd show you this, from last Tuesday's events:- A important piece of British Cultural History....and the FA Cup. (apolgies on the quality. I tried using my scanner to scan it in, but that's broke, so I took a picture of it with my webcam) Monday Rowing, Tuesday Badminton, Dancing on a Friday Night Friday Night, in my

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1074731068948711452004-01-22T00:24:00.000Z2004-01-22T00:28:46.483Z

She Me Just come home from a short, but bloody freaky night out. Here's the main jist of it. Jay Jay Okatcha, so good they named him twice!First, after watching Bolton dick over Villa in a hell of a match (finished 5-2, and there were 3 or 4 stunning goals), we headed off to Barbars. I myself was staying blind stinking sober at this point, just because I have an exam in approximately 10

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1074634360821453052004-01-20T21:32:00.000Z2004-01-20T21:35:05.170Z

We're on The Way To Wembley You know what I love about being a student? Just the randomness of it all. It's the part of your life whereby you're not ruled by set hours, and - should you be able to manage your time effectively - nobody'll give a damn. Unfortunately, I can't. I couldn't find a picture of a decent team holding the FA Cup, so you'll have to make do with the dirty Aresnal. Sorry.So

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1074538012736173862004-01-19T18:46:00.000Z2004-01-19T19:34:08.640Z

Oooh, It's Just Like The Oscars, Part 2 Well bugger me sideways. It appears that I'm up for a Bloggie. I know a few of you voted for me in various catagories, but I'm only up for one, and it's "The Best Tagline" one for the inspired by a certain day in November: "Stealing Traffic Cones From the Information Superhighway since 2002". And would you Adam and Eve it, I've been shoving the url for the

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1074446886678945082004-01-18T17:27:00.000Z2004-01-18T17:35:03.606Z

Looking To The Sky To Save Me... Yesterday, for the first time in half a week (which, for a mummy's boy like me, is a long time) I spoke to my mum. She mentioned that herslef and my dad want to put myself and my brothers through the driving test. And guess what? I'm first. I mean, obviosuly she's not going to drag me by the earlobe to the testing center and force me at gunpoint to perform

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1074250406552797832004-01-16T10:53:00.000Z2004-01-16T10:56:28.700Z

I'm Back And I'm better than ever. Alas, no head ripping hormonal raging at some poor sap at Conwy LEA present, as the matter was done with little or no fuss. Still, it's good to be back. Ay! Calm Down!Pirates from Stafford Rangers Ryan Perry put this on his blog today, and immediately I e-mailed my mates. Why? Because it's a hilarious story? Well, it is, but that's not the reason. The reason

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1074011323662532662004-01-13T16:28:00.000Z2004-01-13T16:30:32.450Z

ARSES!!!! Due to a screwup somewhere between Colwyn Bay and Liverpool, my tution fee payment has been lost somewhere. Therefore I'm not techically part of Liverpool Uni. Anyway, updates for the next week or so will be few and far between, due to the problems. Normal service will be resumed just as soon as I give the Conwy LEA a Bollocking. Keep the faith Rhys

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1073870048406262842004-01-12T01:14:00.000Z2004-01-12T01:15:55.296Z

Waiter! One Blogging Smoothie! This post is going to be the blogging world's version of a smoothie. Little bitty things whisked together for your reading pleasure. First and foremost, I'd like to publically thank AJ for the lovely Christmas gift I got from him. Despite my mum waking me up at 6am in the arsing morning saying "RHYS! YOU'VE GOT A PACKAGE FROM THE STATES!!" (yeah, double exclamation

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1073764282933182592004-01-10T19:51:00.000Z2004-01-10T19:53:07.623Z

Rhys Wynne: Cam Whore? Contrary to popular belief, I don't really have the boobs to front a webcam version of this site. Mention the world "webcam" and "chat" to me, and images of a wide range of attractiveness women doing unmentionables to a camera so that a couple of people who live in Bolton can get a hardone over it spring to mind. Too much dignity and a body that could make you vomit at 30

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1073609095073673912004-01-09T00:44:00.000Z2004-01-09T00:46:37.513Z

Born Free Like Leonardo Di Caprio in the "Man In The Iron Mask", I have been held back from my full pulling potential for over a year now due to a metallic object. Whilst he had his mask, I had a brace. Of course, my face wasn't covered up completely by an Iron Mask, but you just try speaking to a girl and your metallic mouthpiece launches wads of spit like cannonballs towards your date. Add on

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1073436625118483622004-01-07T00:50:00.000Z2004-01-07T11:31:29.496Z

KWYJIBO Despite my mathmatical roots, I'm okay with words. Writing a blog, watching Countdown regularly, former Scrabble champion and my love of crosswords would suggest this. Okay, my spelling is a little off - anybody who reads this will know, but I usally get there in the end. Oh, Mr. Bookworm. Your days are numberedImagine my delight when I discovered an offline version of Bookworm,

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1073350939668440612004-01-06T01:02:00.000Z2004-01-06T01:06:31.216Z

And In the Darkness, Bind Them... Yesterday (well, technically, the day before yesterday, but you're just being predantic) I went to watch Lord of The Rings: The Return of the King in Llandudno. I've heard only one review about it, and this was my mate said "Not putting anything on it, but this is the greatest film ever.". So I went in with exceedingly high expectations. Ugly bugger aint he?These

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1073315671710134112004-01-05T15:14:00.000Z2004-01-05T15:16:10.046Z

Testing Hope you like the new template! It's part of the "Lets try and make Rhys put off his revision for as long as possible" Campaign. Anything that really irks people? Keep the faith Rhys

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1073262355491543002004-01-05T00:25:00.000Z2004-01-08T11:36:34.403Z

Review Of 2003 Happy new year bargain hunters! New Year for me was unspectacular, but still pretty fun (nothing out of the ordinary happened. The usual drinking, Auld Lang Syne at midnight, party poppers, kebab, vomit and hangover combination as is the norm on New Years Eve/Day). Before I go on, one of the lines in Auld Lang Syne is "Let old acquaintances be forgot.". Basically, it saying "You

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1072827076552402672003-12-30T23:31:00.000Z2003-12-30T23:32:47.340Z

I'm in the Sky Tonight, There I can Keep By Your Side, Watching the Wide Whole Riot And Hiding Out, I'll Be Coming Home Next Year Hello! Usually this time of year I provide a year in review thingy whereby I look back over the last twelve months and decide whether they've been stunning or not. However, the following things have happened, or going to happen, which sort of throw a spanner in the

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1072649859532569262003-12-28T22:17:00.000Z2003-12-28T22:19:07.733Z

So Excited you Might Wee.... Well, I said I was going to do a Christmas update, but, quite frankly, I cannot be arsed. Here's however the swag list:- Sheryl Crow + REM CD'sChocolateLilac Matt Hardy T-ShirtDeoderantFew other bits and bobs. Said Lilac T-Shirt. Although it looks better on me (as I have sleeves)I'll comment on the t-shirt. As some of you are so well aware, I love wrestling. Not

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1072439775876017842003-12-26T11:56:00.000Z2003-12-26T11:57:41.076Z

What the hell do you think this is. Mastermind? Okay, I've nicked this from Cyn. Half is a good score (as half my questions will be for my website readers, half are for my mates). Take my Quiz, Bitch! Christmas review of 2003 will be up probably tomorrow. Keep the faith Rhys

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1072375502568516472003-12-25T18:05:00.000Z2003-12-25T18:11:07.390Z

An Alternative, Alternative Christmas Message Hello possums! As the Queen's was boring, the Wife Swap one on Channel 4 was boring, and I didn't catch MTV's one, I've thought "Hell, if some random bird can do a Christmas Message wearing something silly on her head, then by god so can I.". Merry Christmas from Rhys, with his new Lilac top!!Ahem My loyal subjects, potential drinking buddies, hear ye

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1072232042997876612003-12-24T02:14:00.000Z2003-12-24T02:18:03.263Z

Twas The Night Before Christmas.... Right then, lets see if this is funny... Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the house. Everybody was Blogging, Including the mouse. Colwyn Bay, North Wales, The Blogging Capital of the World. Rhys Wynne invited his blogging buddies, To a party for boys and girls. Arrived first was Roland, "Hello", said I. "I brought vodka!" Said

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1072027444285154842003-12-21T17:24:00.000Z2003-12-21T23:43:41.716Z

Injury of the Week Dunno whether I mentioned this over the past few days (don't think I did, but I cannot be arsed checking), I played football for the first time in ages on Tuesday. More accustomed to watching the beautiful game than playing, I'm not a great football player. Nevertheless, I showed passion on that indoor pitch not seen since those two students broke into the sports centre after

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1071841642722124732003-12-19T13:47:00.000Z2003-12-19T13:48:38.170Z

Please Come Home For Christmas As hinted from my last post, I am now in Colwyn Bay for the duration of my Christmas holidays. Whilst the past 24 hours since returning haven't been the best (couple of family problems I don't really want to delve into), I'm sorta managing. Maybe last night was the first night I hadn't gone out in any way, shape or form for 9 days. Either that or that I'm beginning

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1071744825205838862003-12-18T10:53:00.000Z2003-12-18T11:01:11.670Z

Nothing But The Truth Occasionally, I must admit, I embelish the truth. Usually when I'm slaughtered or when it'd make good reading, I sometimes add little things to stories that, well, may not of happenned. 100 times out of 100 the stories happen, it's just the odd things - conversations, observations and accommodations - that may not of happened. However, as the following convosation happened

Rhysnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3546280.post-1071604030429868972003-12-16T19:47:00.000Z2003-12-16T19:48:22.233Z

Roll Of The Dice Last night was our Ten Pin Bowling society's Christmas do. After a few drinks, a lovely meal (I skipped the Turkey, going for a more me Scampi + Chips. I'm not a big fan of turkey, probably stemming from the fact that my dad used to farm them), and about an hours clubbing, we headed off to a casino. Boring......Yes, a casino. Now, before my mum and dad have a heart attack,

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Spring Cleaning If those two birds from "How Clean Is Your House" or, worse, my mum was to see the state of my room, they'd probably have a stroke. I'm a bloke, it's a tip, I'm happy that's it's dirty. I've yet to see people "humourously" write "If only my girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/dog was a dirty as my room" in the dust, but - with little chance of me doing housework - there's still time, right

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