The erratic adventures of shay & jax
Actually the sun has just gone in. Even so, Gun's page is now up - as if anyone cares!
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Way, dude. Way.
So how have y'all been? Did you get drunk for Jesus over Easter? Because I didn't. I went to a beer festival and got VERY drunk! Our Lord and Saviour would have been proud. And, on a side note, if you ever see Bristol Beer Factory's Independence, Quantock Brewery's Nightjar, or Black Rock Brewery's Deep, get that shit D R N K! All three were spectacularly good proof that modern beer also comes in casks, while Roam Brewery's Tavy Porter, Keltik Brewery's Magik, and Tintagel Brewery's Harbour Special all showed that more traditional beers are still great too. Anyways, I've done a bit of spring cleaning here, tidying up the Characters page, and updating the newly not-dead Al's bio. I'll build a page for Gun dreckly. In game news: Shay is enjoying a snugglecation with Sioux, prior to getting beat up at the Olympics, Gun is annoying Sarah, Al is tentatively starting some new RP, and the Gun/Al/Mia crew is ticking along nicely, now that the fucking annoying ACC thing is slowly working through. Still room on my plate for a little more though, especially writing songs. If you fancy a duet, or just want Shay to write you something stoopid, drop him a line. See you at the bar! I am old AF.
I turned 40 the other weekend, and did any of you post fan service blogs featuring your female characters (not Nixie *shudders*) dressed as superheros/gothic beauties/both? NO YOU DIDN'T!! Other than that, it's gone okay. I went to my 7th funeral of the year recently, but this one was entirely expected, as the lady had been very poorly for quite some time. The birthday party was fantastic (and boozy) and the second birthday party in Brighton was hipster-tastic (and boozy!) Pop-related stuff? Well, Shay is kinda sweet on an o̶l̶d̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶t̶o̶r̶i̶c̶ ̶v̶i̶n̶t̶a̶g̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶t̶r̶o̶ ̶a̶n̶t̶i̶q̶u̶e̶ former flame, but still very much enjoying being single. Gun was threatening to be interesting for a half a minute, but the guy she was chatting to looks like he may have fallen into a busy/away coma. The crime side of things is going okay though. Regardless, there's space in my RP calendar for both, so please do drop them a line if you have time. And remember: it's never too late for fan service blogs! That was interesting, wasn't it? While he didn't quite do enough to grab victory, the British electorate got a good look at their next leader - a truly towering figure who has been on the political stage for years, but has only now gained widespread public approval. Okay, okay - I'm being silly. Corbyn got back onto the campaign trail, and (one notable clanger aside) showed all the promise he showed when originally pushing for the leadership. I still have reservations about the guy, and some of the team around him, but put a megaphone in his hand and he's tough to beat. A few of my friends who have drunk a vat of the Corbyn Kool-Aid seem to think that I will apologise for not recognising him as the messiah, but they will have a long wait. He's still not great in one-to-one interviews, he's still falling between two stools on Trident, he still has to demonstrate that level of effortless leadership (that someone like Keir Starmer seems to have in abundance) outside of campaign conditions, and - under the current FPTP system - he still gets my vote. Some people seem to struggle with the concept that you can think someone is the best candidate, and still not be blind to their flaws, or want them to push themselves to improve. It will be interesting to see what happens next. A cynic might say that Corbyn failed to beat the worst campaign that I have ever seen run, but I'm actually pretty optimistic. I think the tide is turning, and I think the forthcoming shit-storm, where the Tories ally with a party that makes them look like cuddly, yoghurt-knitting hippies, will swing even more Momentum (a-ha! See what I did there? Genius...) behind the progressive parties. The obvious downsides to this hung parliament are the we're handing a shitload of power to a bunch of hard-Right, religiously intolerant, homophobic Young Earthers. But, hey, we always do seem to copy trends from the US. Then again, even Trump was sensible enough not appoint the man with the most punchable face in Britain... Still, I have high hopes for the next election, even if by that point the DUP may have started teaching creationism in schools, and shipped all homosexuals off for 're-education'. Shall we do this all again in 6 months? No-body tell poor Brenda though! Hey party people.
More bad news for those of us on the left of the political divide in the UK today, but by now we're all expecting it. It'll all be the media's fault, I expect. The idea that Jeremy Corbyn and his team are in any way personally responsible for failing to connect with large swathes of the population (including those, like my dad, who don't interact with the right-wing press, and have voted Labour their entire adult life) is unthinkable, obviously. I mean, the only way to get people to rally behind your social democratic agenda is to have the vast majority of the mainstream media behind you. Y'know, like Nicola Sturgeon has... In fairness, Corbyn's personal performances have improved massively over his term as Labour leader, all be it that he really did have nowhere to go but up, after those first few months. He's still about as inspiring as a lukewarm cup of tea though, and his devotees seem to miss the fact that small-p politics is every bit as important. Until the Labour Party start looking, sound and acting like winners, they appear to be doomed.
Are you managing without me? Has the Popverse gone into collective mourning now that it's greatest ever shit lyric writer has gone? Has the game engine imploded under the weight of sappy emo blogs? Did any hot tattooed chicks turn up to Shay's funeral?
Anyway, it does feel kinda weird, not playing. For the first couple of days, I surfed to the site on my phone whilst performing my morning movements, purely on force of habit. Hopefully you're all good, Nix has found someone else to cuss out, and Morgan is already getting that good e-D from some other inked pretty boy. Life in the real world continues to be a mix of great times with people I love to bits, occasionally interrupted by something shit happening to one of them. This time it's my cousin's turn. If we're lucky, he may last the year. But you didn't come here to hear my woes, did you? No, you came here for cricket chat, and obscure hip hop and sludgy metal! Can I get a 'whoop-whoop!'? No? No 'whoop-whoop!'? Not even a solitary 'whoop'? :( Well, fuck you guys, here's some Bong of Cthuhlu: Okay, enough of this nonsense - I'll see you all again soon. I'm calling it a day. I've played this game for forever. It's been great fun. Some parts of it still are, but many more parts feel like a chore.
Big thanks to everyone who has put up with my iffy writing and terrible poetry. If I ever left your character in the lurch, I'm sorry. Onwards. 2016 was a pretty good year for me, overall.
Setting aside the Brexit vote, which I disagreed passionately with - even if I can personally see why a lot of people voted the way they did - and the fact that one of the Garbage Pail Kids now has his hands on nuclear launch codes, there were a lot of personal and professional wins for me. Sure, lots of famous people passed away, but while I can empathise with those who felt personally affected by those deaths, and while it’s always sad to see people go at a relatively young age, I can’t say that the news of any celebrity death really brought me down. 2017? Well, that’s a different story. We’re not yet out of February, and I’ve been to the funeral of a close friend, the funeral of a friend’s sister, and had to have one of our cats put to sleep. On Monday, I had to run to manhandle my neighbour out of bed in the morning, and give him CPR until the paramedics came. He was, I suspect, dead by the time his wife found him and asked me to help, but I know that I would never have forgiven myself if I didn’t at least try. I spent the morning checking in on his wife, and answering questions from the paramedics, police and coroner as best I could. When things had calmed down, I sat down for a restorative cuppa, checked my phone, and discovered that another close friend had been found dead in his home on the other side of the village that very same morning. He was 53. On the flip side, several things have happened that have really made me appreciate what a wonderful group of friends I have. Whether they are the reprobates I’ve known since school, the guys I pop to the pub with, the beardy types I’ve met over the last few years, or the ones, like you, who live in the internets, I’m lucky enough to know lots of genuine, warm-hearted people, who make even the shittiest of days better. Hopefully, all my allotted crap for the year has been got out of the way in the first two months. I turn 40 this year (I know, I know – old AF) and would obviously like 2017 to be memorable for the right reasons. I apologise for my slowness in-game this week – I will be catching up over what will hopefully be an extremely uneventful weekend! Yeah, okay, it's been too long. I have, however, tidied up the character pages a little, and I'll do a 'proper' blog some time before 2017 - promise!
So it's been a fairly shitty few weeks to be English, huh? First, we 'took our country back' from all of those bloody foreigners, coming over here and propping up our welfare and production economies, and paying more into the exchequer than they take out. Shit then gets super-devisive (no surprise, given the tone both sides chose during the campaign) as the pound goes into a tailspin, Remainers label Leave voters as racist, xenophobic, misguided or stupid, and Leave voters take to social media to insist that, now they have eked out a razor-thin majority, all debate on the subject must end. Meanwhile, a sub-section of our native fuckwits proceeded to show why we shouldn't be trusted with a country in the first place. Amidst all this nonsense, the guy whose idea it was to call the referendum deserts, the opposition decide to implode, England play like a fucking drain, and the man with the most punchable face in the UK manages, somehow, to make himself even more punchable. So, yeah! Thankfully, there's always booze. And beards. And banter. All of these were combined in a trip up to the midlands, for a day of follicle-based frolics at Beard On!! I came second in my category, losing out once again to my nemesis Steve, Tragically, Steve can't make it to our event in August. Oh noes... :P Right, I have to toddle off dreckly. I will be off to Brighton to get drunk this weekend, but I think I'm up to date with Popmundo stuff (mostly cos all the people I play with are having a relaxed summer, it must be said. :P) There's space in my RP diary though, so feel free to shoot one of the boys a message, should you feel so inclined.
Until next time, my little weirdos! |
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The author is a professional person in his mid-30s, old-school Hip Hop head, Punk Rock fan, Plymouth Argyle supporter, comic book reader, and general lo-fi nerd. He lives in the countryside with two cats and newly-wed wife, all of whom seem to be above him in the pecking order. He is a big fan of tea, fig rolls, H.P. Lovecraft, facial hair and quiffs. While MPB robbed him of his quiff-rocking dreams, he does sport a dope handlebar moustache. Categories
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