poetry

A poem about a nightclub

Tonight was both too long, and yet too short. 

I spent my night dancing with people I know so well and people I didn’t know at all. 

And all at one it occurred to me, you became clear, you were both of those people. 

Tonight brought many revaluations. 

I didn’t like this club. 

Nine pound was a lot of money for a night where you only know five songs. 

And I’m not as good as falling out of love as I thought. 

We are apart but too close. 

We are still not close enough. 

I see you, and I see everything. 

You dance differently, badly, but fantastic in every way to me. 

You smile. 

I smile. 

You look elsewhere, I dont know where I’m looking. 

The lights of the club highlight nothing but buried emotions. 

I look for anybody who can take my eye my eye away. 

No things working, my brain won’t pull itself away from you. 

I don’t t know what to do. 

I only know what I want to to do……. 

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Me but a sexy spy… 

FREE CAKE (PROMISE)

So I made some more YouTube videos,this ttime we play Perfect Dark, a n64 game revamped for the xbox in the rare replay package. In it we make a friend, leave a friend behind show no mercy and even have a slow motion replay. To be fair there’s not much more you could ask for….. Fine there’s also some sexy n64 ass (happy now!?) 

Just click the link above! 

*Disclaimer- The cake is a lie*

Reviews

Off to be the Wizard – Scott Meyer

So a little back story here, my flatmate works in a library as a library assistant, that’s what you and I would consider a librarian. Turns out the librarian is more of a shadowy figure pulling the strings in the background and not the people you see at the library. Regardless she’s my book dealer…. She hits me up with the good stuff, and she knows what tickles my fancy. So one day she off hands mention a book she saw, that I would like cause, and I quote ‘it looks a bit odd’. 

I must admit, when I picked it up and first started reading, I was doubtful. It was odd, and tongue in cheek, but in a way that made me a little bit embarrassed for it. It tripped over itself like an awkward kid. But like all great puberty stories it quickly found itself and I found myself quickly absorbed into a strange world somewhere inbetween hackers and King Arthur. The characters themselves are instantly likeable, from the awkwardness of Martin stuck in a new land, to the plain simplicity of Phillip the mentor. 

I quickly found myself wanting to read more and the humour is the two that once you get it, it’s stuck. I would reccommend this book to people of a certain sentiment, perhaps those with a specific type of humour. Give the authors web comics a read, and if they make you chuckle, don’t hesitate to stop and pick up a copy of this book! 

Unfinished Stories · Writing

Water Cooler Conversation

There was nothing amiss with the sounds that came from the offices of McNorton incorporated, or of the people who walked in and out of its large glass doors. 

There was nothing inherently sinister about its white ceramic reception desk, and certainly nothing malicious about the young intern sat behind it typing quietly into a computer. 

In fact McNorton Inc Resource management was so unremarkable benign, that even the finance department, widely regarded as the most evil of all departments were often described as happy and amicable people. Even those people many would condone as actually evil or at least slightly corrupt were of a more pleasant kind. The higher management, the kind of men and one equally fierce woman, with large offices full of trophies and books and windows designed to remind you of the buildings height were all very charitable and considered kind and fair employers. 

So it was a huge shock to everybody, me included, when the demon did first appear.

It was Monday and Sharon was tired,what was supposed to be a few drinks on a Saturday evening had resulted in her waking up at in a strangers house Sunday afternoon, and she was still being haunted by the remnants of a hangover. That and she’d lost one of her favourite bras. 

Gary walked past  the desk where Sharon was trying very hard to look she wasnt on Facebook and gave her a shy smile. He had read somewhere that it was the safest type of smile to give a woman you admired. 

Sharon looked over at him not dissimilar to how she would have looked at a fox thatgot into her rubbish last Friday, trance mixture of pity and annoyance and went back to Facebook one her friend about bras. 

Gary was overjoyed, she looked at me he thought gleefully to himself as he walked into a chair. 

Tim watched all of this unfold over the top of his computer screen. He felt a bit sorry for sorry for Gary, he had no chance with Sharon, she thought she was a lot prettier than she was, simply cause she slept with a lot of men. 

Tim was the strange kind of quiet person that realised things like, sleeping with lots of people usually means you’re not as pretty as you think you are.