Cheers! - Enjoy...

1. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?
lol - NO.
2. How often do you wank?
Every time i need one
3. Where do you wish you were right now?
In the seat of the new Mercedes SL63 AMG
4. Were you in love with the first person you slept with?
Hell no, Hell fucking no... if you could have seen her. Urgh.. lol
5. Do you have any guilt inside of you?
None - What is guilt?
6. Have you ever wished anyone dead, however brief?
Absolutely - every day of the week, and most people.
7. Assuming you HAD to be, would you rather be a colour, smell or sound?
A bassline to make your ears bleed, 33HZ baby!
8. How and when do you imagine you are going to die?
I dont like that question actually, feels like im tempting fate with the 8 answers i wrote and then deleted. scary stuff.
9. Do you think love is forever?
I think so if you meet the right person, otherwise its just something you think your experiencing.
10. What is your worst fear for your future?
I fear not what comes to me.
11. Do you LOVE anything about yourself? If so, what is it?
My ability to drive with extremely high skill, at extremely high speed.
12. Would you lie if you KNEW you could never get caught?
Depends - Murdering someone, Yes. Lying to woman about being to the pub, No.
13. Could you have sex knowing someone could hear you?
Yeah, but id put a sock in her mouth. lol
14. What, if anything, do you do to make people do what you want?
Thump them, ok ok maybe not - Stab them...Ok ok im kidding, Kill their friends.
15. How many times, if any, have you lied answering these questions?
A shovel is a shovel with me, if you dont like it, Fuck off.

Ok Cunts, this foul mouthed maniac is getting sleepy.
Meetings tomorrow - Argh...
Lets do it.

Brendan :]

There are things in life that annoy me, not trivial things like road rage, jobs and suchlike, i mean things i will never see or know the answer to.

This fucking enrages me, because i want to know, for sure - not in theory what would happen in certain situations or what things would be like, let me compile a list of these things:

1. What does an atom look like? i want a photo, but this will be impossible as atoms are smaller than waves of light that we would use to see them, plus - try to find a camera with a shutter speed of an orbiting proton. No.

2. What would happen if i walked into a black hole?
3. What would happen if i time travelled backwards and cut down a tree?
4. Whats really under the sea? (we have only explored 7% of the ocean although it covers 75% of Earth)
5. Will humans still be around in 3000 years? (im thinking no, as population is increasing exponentially)

6. Neptune is obviously a party planet, why cant i go there?

7. Aliens, is there? Are they cool? Do they like cars? lol

All 7 of these questions annoy me, becuase i'll never find out the answers.

What a cunt! I'm not exactly asking for much.

Cheers fuckers..
Brendan :]

Oh, and 3 days to go until Creamfields.
FUCKING GET INNNNNNNNNNNNNN. Ahem.

Johnny Vaughan was as funny as fuck...

I just saw a clip of him and Denise Van Outen on the big breakfast show back in the late 90's and remembered how fucking funny morning telly was.

I was addicted to that show.

TV is shite now..

Johnny Vaughan was God.

I'm ready.
The car is ready.
The Aviators are ready.
The Jeans are ready.
The novelty 90's Raver T-shirt is ready.
The CAT boots are ready.
The body is ready.

Here is the plan:

Friday - Drive to Liverpool, shack up with friends family - 2 car convoy, me in the trampwagon and mates & mates kids in another Black smoker.
Saturday - Book into hotel @ 10am, Get ready...
Saturday 2pm - 4am - Get fucking Buckled @ cream
Sunday - Die for 2 hours, until un-tiredness pills take effect
Sunday 10am - 11pm - Get fucking Buckled @ cream
Monday AM - Die
Monday PM - Die
Tuesday - 400 mile drive home, dying.
Wed, Thurs - Die @ Home
Friday - Drive to Aberdeen for weekend with cousin !
Friday PM - Get fucking...ok you know the score.
Saturday - Get fucking...RIGHT RIGHT!
Sunday - Drive home, Dying

Monday - Work.

The next 14 days are what i was born for.
Lets. Fucking. Do it.

Brendan :]

A week tonight, i'll be laying in a hotel with butterflies in my stomach - for the greatest moment of my life is coming.

Creamfields 2008

England - prepare yourself. The 6'3" skinheaded raver complete with yellow bucket hat, aviators and glow sticks is coming.

Oh the excitement.

In other news, life is boring.

Monday night turned into a massive house party, i never slept as i was on the decks, and i had to pull a sickie at work as a result.

I very nearly lost my job over the head of it.

There was a massive financial meeting that i was to attend to give 'QS support' and help explain why some aspects of the company were not doing so well, a group of people were travelling about 200 miles to listen to this, and when i was meant to be sitting round a table - i was actually groaning on my mates couch watching MTV.

With a case of Mydryasis to scare most people. eek.

So i had to kid on i was very ill, and take a bollocking from the depths of hell when i returned on Wednesday.

It's left me feeling very disturbed indeed, It's the first sickie i've pulled in 11 years of full time employment! This was one session i just couldnt function on in work, i really had to skip it.

But much fun was had, and since it really was a spur of the moment thing, we really did have a blast.

Anyway, Monday was aided by teh arrival of my new phone, a Nokia N95-8GB. It truly is an Epic peice of kit.

Brendan

Another weekend down the tubes, or not.
For the great one is off work tomorrow due to an English bank holiday! Get in.

Aside from English women who's accents i like, the English claim to give so much to this country - but in actual fact, you give us Fuck all.

- The Oil is ours
- The inventions are ours
- You are hated worldwide

The list goes on, i suppose the fact that wherever you go in the world, the English are hated is your own fault really. History has a lot to do with it i guess, but whenever im overseas i dread bumping into an English couple at the bar "Oh our house is worth this much, we drive this" so on and so on.

I find Scottish people (albeit in this country absolute wankers) conduct themselves with a lot more humbleness when away from home, plus the fact the whole world loves us.

Anyway, this rant is due to the amount of English tourists in this area right now, you cant enter a bar or eatery anywhere without them talking their balls about how 'back down the road' things are much better (weather, no midges etc).

WELL IF IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD, DON'T COME UP HERE - BECAUSE WE SURE AS HELL DON'T WANT YOU.

I mean, i'll even give you a wheelbarrow, a bag of cement and 500 tonnes of breeze blocks to build the fucking wall back up on your way over.

If you are offended by this, please, by all means, come up here and you can lodge a complaint with me personally, and after it - i'll lodge a broken corner of paving slab into the top of your head. :]

lol, comical rant over.

This weekend i had a quiet one indeed, i cut the grass - and took the ST out for a mother of a thrashing.
I ordered myself a new mobile as well, i felt the need to splash out on something techie - i went for the Nokia N95 8GB, which is rumored to be the best camera phone on the market with 5MP resolution and Carl Zeiss lenses (spelling?).

This should keep me occupied for about a week, and theres always eBay after that.

I've been playing the Xbox most of today also, adourning the online community with my presence and quite frankly, excellent skill for the game of COD4, i was a bit rusty at first but after the first hour i was back up to speed, splattering heads all over the place while cackling at the telly.

Combine that with my club-spec hifi loaded with Dolby 5.1 surround running through fibre optic cables, and it sounded like i was in a warzone too.

So thats about it, Go loud or go home you son's of bitches.

Brendan :]

P.S - I watched the movie 'Knocked up' and nearly died laughing, i hate comedies, but that was as fucking funny.

Yes, it's Friday - and im in my own house!
What a turn up for the books.

I've just been into town (about 50 miles away) to see the brother and go for a general lurk about in the car to see if i could bait anyone for a blast up the motorway.
The answer was no.

I've had a day of Nacho's and movies, which is well received as the last 2 weekends have been a bit bonkers to be honest.

I also cut the grass, a job a fucking hate with every drop of cold blood cursing through my veins, but it got done anyway.

A boring entry tonight, but i cant be arsed dipping into the sector of my brain that contains imagination.

Go to sleep
Brendan :]

Another day of work has passed, and thank fuck it's Friday tomorrow.

I don't know if there are any sessions planned for this weekend, theres one in the pipeline but i dont know if it will be a crazy one - to be honest i dont like social affairs, its either get totally fucking cunted out of my brains, or not at all.

I had the ST out again tonight, and found myself side by side with a sports bike at about 120mph, i could tell behind the visor there was a bemused look on his face as i kept the power down through a series of twisties and emerged about 300m ahead of him.

People dying everywhere around here at the moment though - last weekend there was 7 fatal accidents in 2 days. Pretty scary.

So tonight, in a sombre mood - i make this post listening to quite franky, discustingly hard Drum and Bass. Brilliant!

I was actually just round at my mates house, the conversation went onto something they are very sensitive about - having kids. My views are a tad extereme, i beleive they are finacially, the worst investment in the world. They seem to think otherwise and the conversation went on but it got to a stage where i was going to start saying things which would have made me unwelcome. lol - the norm for me.

Personally i have no interest in having them, i'd rather have a nice car - but then again i dont really see myself as daddy material. I'm sure i have one kicking about from years back, but i'll tell him/her to fuck off if they ever come knocking. heh.

No other news really, i've been brain-crunchingly busy at work - This week has confirmed that i am actually hated by all in teh office, which i love - i dont feel bad making peoples lives difficult when i know they cant suffer me, lmao - its actually enjoyable.

On that note, i have a half day tomorrow, roll on 130pm

Fucking do it.
Brendan :]

Sometimes, i really cant be arsed to write anything in my blog.
Sometimes, i feel utterly compelled to do so.

In your life, you have a bubble of people that you talk to on a regular basis - for me these people mean either a good night out, or a chance to natter about cars, mainly cars.
But putting your nonsense thoughts on the internet is something different.

Believe it or not, the way i blog is as close to the way i talk in real life, most of the topics are the same, and i rant on exactly the way i do on here - so this isn't really a place where i spill out stuff that gets pent up through the day, its just another vent from which to communicate.

I guess i like the idea of people from all over the world, however breifly, dipping into my life without causing a ripple in the pond so to speak - if people get nosey in real life i tell them to fuck off, but on here i welcome those questions.

I currently have 8 people on my friends list of whom are not displayed on this page, 7 women and a bloke, mostly due to me leaving a silly comment on their blogs at some point but never-the-less, they have ended up here.

So out of the say, 80 or so unique visits i get each day from the interweb - at least 8 people will see that i have made a new entry and possibly read about it.

So, realistically thats quite a few people who i assume read each post from start to finish.

They might get a laugh, they might even learn something from it. Thats the coolest thing about online blogs i think. I dont think for a minute my blogs inspire anyone lol, but i try go give people a giggle with my extreme views on most things in life.

As it happens this post is a bit of a pradox, as its probably one of the least interesting entries i've ever composed, but its something i wanted to discuss.

I like to think im everything but a stereotype, as you all know i lead a pretty wild life in terms of parties and driving on the edge of a coma - but i also maintain in my eyes what is a pretty decent job for soemone of my age and background.

Compared to some people i have been with (and met) in teh past - my job is peanuts, but it does the trick for me.

Anyway, tonight i fired up the ST for the fist time in about 2 weeks and took it out for a blast round the Glen, fucking awesome, i forgot how much i actually like that car! I've been out all night, not even with any tunes on. Just flying arouns hunting for sections of road cut out of rock faces so i could satisfy my hunger for the howl of a finely tuned engine.

Creamfields is in 3 weeks, the countdown begins now. I cant wait - its going to be Epic.

Right, i'm off.
Cheers
Brendan :]