memory lane

I hold the small bundle in my arms, but not too tight, she's so little - delicate. I feel like if I move she will break. The weird scrunched up face, all pink and blotchy. She wriggles, and it baffles me. So small, so minute. She's been inside ma, I've watched her on a screen in black and white and all fuzzy yet here she is now. All life like and real.

Weird, I tell you.

There's a sudden stir of emotion inside of me and I fill with.. what? Can it be pride? Love? This is my baby sister, the (hopefully) next fan of LFC. Well, she fucking better be and she will be if I've got anything to say about it.

I then remember thinking.. God, please save me from what is going to come as I carefully passed her back to my pops.

shitlight

Twilight is the biggest pile of shit I've ever watched.

My flatmate insisted that I watch the whole of the first one this evening. Now no offence to Stephenie Meyer, because I've not read the books so I've not a clue how well they're written.

But the film = shit.
The acting = shit.
The storyline = shit.
The special effects = shit/near-to-non-existant
The growth of characters = NONE.

Yeah, not a fan. Sorry Hardwicke, but this was shit.

a welcome

A welcome to who? Well myself of course!

I feel it necassary to now tell you ALL about myself, because I'm sure you're all dying to know.

Well you're in luck, here goes:
Don't panic, I'm not going to sit here and list everything.. Like my mum is this, my dad does this, my big brother does this. No I'm not that dull.
I am however going to tell you that I have a goldfish called Garfield, who lives in a fish bowl in my room. He shares his bowl with a bottle opener that I got from Tesco. He's a bit of an alcoholic, my fish.

I am a born and bred Liverpudlian, mad on football (Liverpool - of course) and pratically live at Anfield. I love it.

I play hockey, drinking games and guitar. I used to be in a band, but that failed big time.

I have 10 piercings.. depending on how you look at it. They are..

• My ears (duh)
• My seconds
• My helix
• My tragus
• My belly button
• Snake bites on my bottom lip
• My hand (surface piercing between my thumb and finger, it's incorporated with my tattoo)
• My tongue
• My anti-tragus
• And my rook.. (It's a part of your ear, incase you didn't know).

Piercings and tattoos are like my drug. Once you start, you can't stop. Well, it's one of my drugs anyhow.

I've got ten tattoos (one was done in 3 sittings), which are all cool. But I want more, because that's what happens. I'll explain them another time though, if you're lucky.

So that's me - live with it.