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March 23rd, 2006
How cool am I? (By the way, this is a rhetorical question, I don’t expect an answer cos I already know). Last night I bravely dived all the way down the stairs. With no thought of my own safety, I heroically lunged down what must have been about 100 steps.
Ok, back to reality. Last night I fell down the stairs. But as Matt pointed out I did the classic ’slide’ manoeuvre instead of the more deadly ‘tumble’. Yeah, so, I’m a bit banged up but nothing I can’t handle (at this point I want ladies to my left for sympathy and dudes to my right for high-fives).
Are there more ways of falling down stairs? In fact it doesn’t have to be stairs, it could be any household obstacle. Have I accidentally invented the coolest new sport since extreme championship dominoes? I mean I’m not recommending you try this one at home kids, unless like me you have Elly to catch you. But I think there may be potential for this sport at the Olympics. Keep an eye out for it.
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March 13th, 2006
I went and did it, huh, I think I did it. Yes, this weekend saw the biggest move away from Brownhills since University. I am now an official WS1 resident, slap bang in the middle of picturesque Walsall.
I guess this has been coming ever since I realised that Walsall (at least for the moment) is where I need to be. The Kidz Klub thing continues in Coalpool and I can see scope for getting a lot more involved there.
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January 8th, 2006
Being a Walsall boy by birth, I’m very much inclined to do down my home town. Walsall admittedly could be described as a shit hole, having been done down by such literacy geniuses as chav towns and even Google. But I would like to offer a different point of view.
Walsall isn’t what he buildings look like, or the amount of money spent on some new statue in the middle of town - It’s the people. I’m sure this is true of anywhere you live… In the words of Vic…
People Are Important
So I’d like to stand against all the crap spoken about Walsall, and say if we are to improve our town we should be proud of it! It’s a diverse miss-mash of people who for the most part are brilliant. Yeah, we have our problems and our rough areas, but where doesn’t? Thank God for Walsall, and the people in it. We really could be great!
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December 15th, 2005
Isn’t it funny how you meet new people? Let’s say for example that you commented on someones Flickr photos, and six months later you fly out to Spain to visit them. Well funnily enough (cue sincere laughter) that’s exactly what happened to me…
Madrid was awesome, and a good time was had by all. We saw castles, bars, mountains, bars, shops, bars, trains, planes and automobiles. Oh, and bars. But all this got me thinking up until I’d actually spent more than one afternoon with Liz I’d been feeling a little… seedy… about meeting someone over the internet. Maybe that’s not the right word, but my limited vocabulary doesn’t allow me to be any more descriptive.
I’m sure you know what I mean, ‘meeting’ people via the internet does have a certain stigma attached to it. I’m very happy to say in this case my new friend (who I’ve firmly move up from ‘flickr friend’ status) turned out to be awesome, but there’s always that danger that the person you are online isn’t the real you. I’ve done it myself, been someone else online just ‘cos it’s easy to do. Not to mention fun. I wonder if it’s just me with this mental stigma, or do other people think the same?
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September 12th, 2005
Many people who hear my accent presume I’m from Birmingham, but I definitely have a Walsall accent, and weme from the Black Country mate, and proud of it! Anyway, this post is all about Birmingham in a good way, which is quite unusual if you’ve ever spoken to anyone who lives “round our way” about the Midlands capital.
Usually Birmingham gets a bit of a bad wrap. Let’s face it, people think it’s crap, (feel free to correct me on this). But I’m happy to say that Birmingham is undergoing a bit of a renaissance period at the moment. Over the last 5 or so years the city council (and no doubt a medley of other investors) have pumped a shed load of money into re-vamping the city center.
It’s the new things that make the old things look better. Okay, I know this is an ambiguous sentence, but when you offset some of the older building and features in Birmingham (such as the candy coloured fence, which is in Bridge Street by the way) against the clean lines of the new building, you get something spectacular.
Birmingham has come a long way since it’s massive decline in the 80’s and early 90’s, and I know it’s still got a log way to go, but it’s showing a lot of promise! Don’t be put off by the stories of old, come and visit Birmingham. It’s bostin’ mate.
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June 28th, 2005
This may be one of my last posts, I haven’t decided yet the best way to take rdc forward. As i’m using Flickr more and more i’m finding that a picture tells a story much better than a blog, plus you get to be part of a massive community rather than floating around the edges. Plus finding time (or rather making time) to write is becoming more of a drag.
Anyway, we went to Newquay for Paul’s Stag Do
And we went to Coed-y-Brenin to ride the Red Bull Course.
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March 31st, 2005
There’s nothing quite like waking up at 4.30am on a very cold night, desperate for the loo, and then realising you’re in a tent on top of a foggy hill in the middle of Derbyshire. It’d actually been a really nice sunny good Friday, perfect for mountain biking. So we set off: Four blokes, one van and Jayne - Gripped, sorted, we were ready to off-road.
The riding was good, nothing too challenging, just easy riding to ease us back in after the long winter. So as we left for the pub about 5.30pm the sun was shining and all was right with the world. The meal was awesome, and spirits were high, so we decided that camping would actually be a really good idea. I knew of a camp-site, nothing special, but this was camping right? We’d got tents and sleeping bags, what more did we need?
We set off, Jayne leading the way, the last of the warm spring sun disappearing behind the rolling hills. About half way to the site, a few spots of gentle rain began to appear on the windscreen. We wiped them away. The roads became windier (is that a word) the closer we got, the rain was now slightly more than a a gentle smattering, and we were starting to think this was a bad idea. We finally arrived at eric byne camp-site it was dark, pi**ing down, and bloody cold.
After trudging up and down the hill several times, even the trip to the pub didn’t cheer us up much. All I can say is thank the Lord for Little Chef!
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