The erratic adventures of shay & jax
The beard competition is in the bag, and was a roaring success. This will now lead to me feeling slightly less over-whelmed, and dicking about on Popmundo a bit more. I'm toying with bringing Ellis to life, finally, but can't think of a way of doing it. Well, I can, but it's not popmundo-approved way, if you get my drift? Anyway, I'll get some more pics up as and when they come through from the photographers. For now, a little fan service. It's my blog, and I'll leer if I want to.
In Pop-related news, Shay is about to shovel baby poop, and Jax is messing with swimsuit-clad 16 year olds. I like to keep it classy...
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Busy, busy, busy! Drinky, drinky, drinky! In the last few weeks, we've had our annual trip to Shaldon, a picturesque village nestled on the banks of the river Teign. Me, the Boss, and a few friends go every year to walk for miles along the coast paths, and then eat too much food and drink too much beer. Last year a game of Cards Against Humanity, and a post-Shaldon colouring in competition were added to the mix, which I mentioned here. This year was a bit less walky and even more drinky, when one of our party realised that the only footwear he'd brought with him from Brighton were cowboy boots. Oh dear... However, I did decided that, as I am clearly not unhealthy enough, I'm going to take up smoking a pipe. The following weekend it was the Wessex Beardsmen's beard and moustache competition. As with the Brits last year, I entered the Business Class category, and won nowt. Brook's typist will be so disappointed in me. :/ However, just like at the Brits, we had an absolutely fabulous day, meeting some old friends and making a bunch more. And I had a burlesque artist sniff my beard, which is a first for me. The photos are starting to trickle in. Both the official photographers asked me to look 'serious', but I seem to have ended up looking more 'stern', or possibly even 'a bit stabby...' Yes, I do have a dent in my forehead. Forceps. It's purely aesthetic, and didn't do any real damage. I mean, everyone blacks out for days, and wakes up covered in blood occasionally, right?
The UK goes to the polls soon, and I will avoid talking too much about that here because I will probably start ranting. I will just have a brief froth about the 'if you don't vote, don't complain' posts that are starting to appear everywhere. I'm going to go along and cast my utterly worthless Green vote in a safe Tory seat because, well, because I'm an idiot. And the polling station is next to the pub. However, I live in a democracy that manages to exclude and alienate huge swathes of people - even those that do vote - and then blames them for feeling excluded or alienated. So if you've taken a look at the candidates and don't see anyone you want to vote for, or you've realised that you may as well burn your ballot card for all the political representation actually voting will bring, then I please do moan, whether you vote or not. Please do kick up a fuss. And if you're simplifying the argument down to 'don't vote/don't moan', please take a moment to realise that not all non-voter are not politically engaged. Many are simply opting out of a system they feel is broken anyway. Anyway, what do I know? :P I'm on holiday this week and, theoretically, doing stuff around the house. In actuality I'm sitting on my arse and reading. And doing some work-work, annoyingly. When other people in the office are on holiday, I try everything I can to deal with issues that arise on their jobs. When I am on holiday and something happens on one of my jobs, they call me. But ho hum. Bonuses get paid next week, so strippers and ching* all 'round. I had a serious thunk about mugging off the whole Popmundo thing last week. Shay hasn't really turned out any better than V, and an Etch-a-sketch end of the world is probably called for. But then I thought: what else am I going to do at work? Work? Not if I can help it... :P The official photos from the British Beard and Moustache champs are finally up. I look like I'm about to fire a death ray from my eyes, which I kinda like: Lastly, has the weebly editor gone mEnTaL lately, or is my machine just having a wiggins? Oops! Nearly forgot to mention that I have realised that I could do with a guitarist for Shay's new band. To that end I may resurrect V and repackage her as Ellis. TBC, but if it happens I will figure out a way of letting people know that she isn't the Dead Girl any more. *Note: 'hookers and ching' may be substituted for car repairs and a nice cup of tea without prior warning. Did you all miss me horribly? What do you mean, you didn't notice that I was gone?! So then, a very pleasant week-and-a-bit off. The stag do was fun, and large quantities of booze were consumed. The only downside that I remember was discovering a pair of soiled underpants under the rug in our apartment while tidying up before breakfast on the first morning. Not what you want prior to cooking everyone a fry-up. Still, over all it was great. If you'd like to raise your glasses in a toast: ladies and gentlemen; the South Hams. I did a little more mooching about on my week off than planned, but I still got a fair amount done. Then, on Friday, it was off up to Bath to prepare for the British Beard and Moustache championships. The day itself was huge fun, with hundreds of hirsute men (nearly 50 entrants in natural beard under 12") and lots of pretty women (most of whom didn't have beards). Not that I was looking, obviously - married man and all that... *shifty eyes* I entered the business class category. I didn't win anything, but looking at the competition I'd say that I was in the top six or seven. My left whisker spend the day stubbornly curling backwards, ruining my symmetry, and maybe costing me a top three slot. Curses! The happy guy I'm standing next to would go on to be crowned British champion in the natural goatee category. Whilst having a few celebratory pints afterwards, he swore me and the boss to secrecy about the fact that there were only four entrants...
In Popmundo news I'm gearing Vera up for a trip to the great big after-party in the sky. It's a shame, but I just don't have any ideas left for the character. If you'd like any of the stuff she's giving away, drop me a line. |
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