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  <title>Anger without Violence</title>
  <subtitle>Horsemeat</subtitle>
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    <name>Horsemeat</name>
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  <updated>2006-04-21T10:09:03Z</updated>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2006-04-21T11:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T10:09:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T10:09:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The world forgets abouts you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2006-04-01T17:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-01T16:18:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-01T16:18:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Opeth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I've spent the past two days with Emma, shopping in Camden, eating at Miso (which ironically has no Miso soup on the menu) but there udon dishes, green tea, and a special on pad thai which eventually a night's leftovers (why such big portions of the stuff?) and seeing Issy again. Since my Dad's house underwent heavy renovation, Hemmel is now, without a doubt, my second home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a musical note, The band I was in, OpenwaR, does not seem to be progressing anymore due to complications (and the fact some of them really are too one-track minded to be musically creative). I've moved on and I am having a better time writing 10 minute pieces with college friend Ashley. We'e calling it Otaku-Metal where the concepts are based on asian myths and mediums, vastly switching between acoustic and electric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are following our hearts, not any kind of convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coursework is still good- all the previous units are handed in, now comes the hard stuff- the practical work which intails filming. But right now I'm relaxing (if i can remember how do that with so much work going on before!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the uni application... The application for student loans is underway</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2006-03-28T14:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-28T13:35:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-28T13:35:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never felt like I should be here, but I've come back after several bouts with people. Yes, just generally people. That means staying quiet and insecure and then waiting to get drunk and shove people about and vent out my true anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further and further now it seems I'm not afraid (to call you a cunt!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you ever backed into a corner where your speachless? The ability to generate conversation has become incredable taxing to what to say next. Eventually it builds up into hatred. But it is not self hatred, it is detest for other peoople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I can call you a cunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note the Screenwriting for film and Tv course at Bournemouth Uni has accepted me with a possibility of a scholership/matienence grant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that sounds like a plan!</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2006-01-29T02:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T02:50:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T02:51:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess we all need to let off steam here, so now its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and his partner Mandy had some stupid argument and Mandy (being as over-reactive as she is) over-reacted and it turned into a stupid but massive argument between her and my Dad. This triggered memories of my Dad arguing with my Mom and how it used to make her cry. And now really I came very close to shouting out how much of a farce their relationship is. Plus the fact they're both over 50 and very very childish. People like my younger brother who just turned 16 have to reassure them that their relationship wont fail and that the stress of rebuilding their house has got to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honesty don't belong here, especially when most of what I say is never taken seriously (even in the simplest of discussion). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just as well I don't live with my Dad. We all make mistakes, some are just never as forgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is stupid, but Mandy is worse, and this is what I truly feel!</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2006-01-28T17:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T17:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T17:16:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Haunted Made Me Do It</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Haha! I have installed Broadband on my dad's computer so now I can terrorize more people on weekends at his place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm busying myself with university application tasks. One of those tasks is writing a screenplay within a certain duration (15 pages). That was sent from Bournemouth in repling to my application to their writing for TV and Film course. Yes, my screenwirting is alot better than my Livejournal entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also casting actors and crew for my final film project at college which I wont mention just yet. All I'll say is I'm more focusing on directing behind the camera to bring out a life-like atmosphere in even the most darkest places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this, the deeper you are in a ditch, the harder it is to pull yourself out of it.</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2006-01-24T10:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T10:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T10:29:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If my words are your entertainment, does that make you a critic or just another hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question alone drives me not to be here- i'm not here to be looked at or frowned upon because places like these are a tool for showing personality but also at times it can become a popularity contest to see how many groups and friends we have in our lists to fuel our egos or to make us feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself you hadn't at least once considered that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you tell me what that has done?</content>
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    <title>En tu Brute?</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T01:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T01:34:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A tyrant among men is like a wolf in sheepskin: a blending method to lower evil to a social level only to rise up and consume all around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In human form, it becomes a governing body that regulates the statistics of the weaker man by passing judgement and harassment in the form of an official document. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher power is a farce. If nothing is crueller than the mind of a child, why the hell is that person sitting in front of your organisation's admin desk? Why is that person the leader of hollow promise and a false hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ones that take charge, they must do so with responsibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise "thy fall Caesar!"</content>
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    <title>Do you bite your thumb at me?</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T19:54:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T00:47:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A cry from the depths of decay are the souls of the victims of a domestic dismay, two sides of the same family see a blood red vendetta as they claw their way to perfect their image and their portrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a word spoken as the two fight for respect, whilst their future is put on trial! The presure on the children becomes the weakness that shows a foundation built on abuse and solid hatred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger waves through the blackened thoughts of the parents that call this injustice. The offspring remain lost in this storm of aggression, the only way out is through love and death. The mark will be set, and the pain will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....for there will be a plague on both their houses!</content>
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    <title>Another Bloody Sunday, as well as exausting!</title>
    <published>2005-11-30T10:17:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-30T10:17:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Between the Buried and Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First I will structure what happened Sunday as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Morning Practice 9:am - 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Another Practice (process 2pm - 5pm)&lt;br /&gt;Playing a late night gig (process 5pm - very late!!)&lt;br /&gt;(keep in mind I had to play Bass very fast on EVERY Occasion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am: My body wakes itself to realise I need to be at Ruislip Station to meet Ian (Final Ruin Guitarist) to get a rehearsal at Mill Hill. In this time I have myself a shower but no breakfast (eeep :S) and rushed to Ruislip through much cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am After arriving to the station, I waited either expecting to find Ian or a bus. What I found was Ian but missed the bus. However company was provided throughout the next bus as a stranger calling himself Richard identified us as being friends with another band The Silent Takeover (which is true) and had previously worked next to my mate Ed. This just proves its a small world after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30am after many failed attempts to sleep on the bus, we had arrived at Mill Hill for the only practice we could book (which is good considering its on the same day as their gig and that song changes would stay fresh in our minds). This would entitle me to my breakfast- a Speedy Sanchez Pot Noodle!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving a call from my Vocalist in open war Alex that the practice would start at 2pm I had to rush out the current practice. This plan was delayed for the fact I only had notes and bus drivers are exceptionally picky about the currency they receive. I also forgot my hat at the practice, so leaving early was a plan made in vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another long bus ride and jogging through Uxbridge with a big Bass guitar case on my back, I would eventually make the Open War practice at 3:30pm. Sweat and exhaustion are all I felt but still played really technical and fast riffage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00pm I set off to return to harrow where the Trinity bar is located (and the whereabouts of the gig I’m playing). Hunger had then invaded me at that point. I retaliated with a selected fillet meal at KFC accompanied by a mini fillet! My only chance to eat it was on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm I arrive at the Trinity only to miss the sound check. But I was assured the stage sounded good. With that in mind, my aim was to loosen myself before our set. Considering everything at the bar was only £2 from 6-9pm out came the money and in went the Jack Daniels and coke followed by the Strongbow pint.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm I tolerated the small sets of two very good bands and one crap band that should not have been on the bill (I’m not stating who because they might start weeping again)- from this point I tried to sleep through some of it but didn’t work all that well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8:30pm we finally set stuff up on the stage, after hours of practicing in a single day (plus other occasions where I practiced myself) led up to this event. I just played what I knew and combined it with some furious head banging. It was actually great to she many people looking our way and really enjoying what they hear. It got better during breakdown- that’s the point where people start to pit furiously. That was also my opportunity to do the same thing and get in the pit whilst playing the bass at the same time. I felt sorry for Ian because people kept knocking into him. Considering the stage is level with the rest of the floor it left a lot of room for accidents to happen. And sure enough by the end of the night people walked away bloody. Always keep your guard up when in the pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a truly awesome experience and would easily do it again for the sake of enjoyment, not just out of a favour! But sure enough I was out of it by the end of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after was tough. I was tense and didn’t want to move all that much. I guess this is what happens when you have to much fun one day and then you suffer the next day, as if to say your paying for all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough call for a good day!</content>
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    <title>The Haunted, Sunday's Gig</title>
    <published>2005-11-24T14:14:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-24T14:14:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw God Forbid and The Haunted at the Mean fiddler last night and it was truely awesome. It was modern metal at its best AND without the presence of any scene kids (LOL) Just lots of HAIR!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once it was a gig both ED and myself could enjoy. Instead of pitting I preferred to enjoy it the old-skool way and made my way to the front for the Haunted's set. It's fun staring back into the eyes of the derranged singers' face! Especially when its a guy who writes the lyric "I have an urge to feast upon the weak- you're mine every godamn time!" This would then be followed mine and Ed's relentless headbanging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I forgot to mention this before- I played my first gig with Final Ruin on sunday- despite the fact it was a crappy place- there were enough people there (at around 50) but I only really consider it a warm up for the Trinity next sunday. And it was a great experience and will continue to follow it (more people want to see where the hair goes and when i'll start to pit with the bass! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be happy at what you enjoy alot!</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-11-21T15:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T15:55:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T15:55:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The freedom of speach and mind are torn apart by opinions the of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these opinions are actually insults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these insults can be the legal weapon that drives a single person to fail on his/her own terms. It is a silent weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be people who are high of themselves where their egos serve them too well but their personality can't help but communicate in a socialised communion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the people who take pleasure in harming others. The pleasure of disrupting someone's personal cause for their own pleasure. That pleasure can be a fettish, and that fettish makes a person a true asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, opnions are like assholes, everyone's got one, but not everyone chooses to be one!</content>
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    <title>When Ron Burgandy says its the truth, IT IS!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T17:05:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T17:05:15Z</updated>
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    <title>...and so it begins</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T11:57:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T11:57:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>At the Gates- Slaughter of the Soul</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can officially say that my bass playing career starts now as I've created a network of being a member of Hardcore/Death Metal players Open War (In which I will negotiate to take the responsibilty to manage the myspace page) and also submtting basslines for experimental-core bishies Kill the Curse. I have also volunteered my bass playing for Final Ruin's next few gigs and will continue to do so until a full time member is found So anyone in the harrow district (or anyone who wants an insane show) come to the trinity bar on the 27th. Flyers should be on the final ruin page or at www.finalruin.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Bass is really still a hobby for me and has been for four years, I've always taken it seriously and I am happy to announce that the coming gigs will be my first performing experience. (So therefore my performance cherry will be popped and plundered!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, and expect to hear some insane stories from the pit!   </content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-11-07T18:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-07T18:43:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-07T18:43:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Haunted- Bullet Hole</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Small update, there are pics of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=pyr0man1ak"&gt; Pyr0man1ak, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/thesofaofdeath/"&gt;TheSofaOfDeath&lt;/a&gt; and myself going around, they are amusing I must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v135/horsemeat/19.jpg (here's a taster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing bass temporarily for Final Ruin because those poor sods couldn't find a guitarist (so they moved &lt;a href="://http:www.myspace.com/deathnbass"&gt;The Ian of Doom&lt;/a&gt; on guitar. Right now they are looking for a full time member, or at least someone who isn't already involved in something ( I would but &lt;a href="://www.myspace.com/openwar"&gt; Open war&lt;/a&gt; asked first! LOL) Their next gig is on the 27th of this month in Harrow. Many upon many of times have I seen bands there but never performed there. Should be very very sweet! ^_^&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-10-12T11:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T10:20:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-12T17:34:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you may think were in a society where its everyone for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then your start to wonder who real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the ones who support others during these times of everyman for himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget who get whos pussy, which slut slept with who. If its all against all you might as well bury me a shallow grave so your damn dogs can dig me out when there is a true sense of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise i'll just keep supressing myself for that one true thing I aim for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; smoking weed for the love I shouldn't have &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-10-09T14:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T13:14:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T13:14:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The last entry was intense, i'll admit, and i'll also admit to being punched in the eye by one of those kind. Well I guess I had it coming seeing as how I was seeing As I Lay Dying with Heavan Shall Burn and thats a time where evrything was intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there weren't enough fat kids thinking their tough with their slags with fringes and a shit load of makeup, less fights would have broke out- and I'm not joking on that one. But otherwise...it was fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing a proper review on the hell on earth tour quite soon and submit it to &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=11086472&amp;amp;Mytoken=13222ACE-DB16-1118-6D9C10FE9728427F20478274"&gt;raw promotions&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-10-07T08:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-07T07:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-07T07:58:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a message to all those whiny contemporaries who say that life is hard when their really just bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck your scene- and your lives! And go kill yourselves if you mean it! Otherwise just get off your wall and walk away from the dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v135/horsemeat/3804642_l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you all!</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-09-28T00:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T08:58:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T08:59:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wacthed Final Fantasy 7: Advent children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the most amazing 2 hours I have even seen made on screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said!</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-09-21T17:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-21T16:04:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-21T16:08:41Z</updated>
    <category term="delboi"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v135/horsemeat/TheSilentTakeover15.jpg"&gt; I love this man: naked beatdown Del Boi click on this fool! &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>pit peguin</title>
    <published>2005-09-16T14:15:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-16T14:15:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v135/horsemeat/LauraPenguinInMoshSmall.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's being a bit silly today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.otakureviews.net"&gt;www.otakureviews.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-09-15T17:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-15T16:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-15T16:37:27Z</updated>
    <category term="college"/>
    <category term="death metal"/>
    <category term="an f&amp;apos;n job oppurtunity"/>
    <lj:music>Behemoth- Conquer All</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Once again i've taken my time to post an update- which probably is not fair on some people. Almost a week ago I will privilidged to see a horde of death metal bands in the Camden Palace (re-named the Koko). Never before in my life had I seen an attence of so many gargantuan sized men with hair down their backsides. It was awesome. It only got better once the better acts came on- making the crowd looking like a giant mop sweeping up testosterone. These acts included Hate Eternal, Unleased, the headliners being Nile, but the band that really did it for me were those freaky Polish make up wearing dudes Behemoth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v135/horsemeat/behemoth20metalshow.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know how to LJ cut properly yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their sound was the most clearest AND most vicious. Because of them some woman punched out one of my contact lenses. Of coursr that was during a moment where I teamed up with someoneone in the pit the swing around and knock some sweaty woman beaters down like skittles. It was worth it. Just wish Ed took some photos or something with his phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bit queit since then, just started back at college and have been given my first three assignments for the first quarter of the year. Its good seeing some familiar faces again and being back into the fix of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND at last someone looked at my CV and have appointed me a job interview at a Beefeeter resturant. Hopefully I can get these and not take anymore insults of being joblessly worthless (I actually am quoting someone on that.)</content>
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    <title>Witch festival</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T20:59:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T20:59:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woot, went to the summer Witchfest today held at a park in Cobham. Was pretty neat with nice and colourfully dressed people (sort of like the types you see around camden but without the miserable faces). Lots of things general like Birds of Prey and Ferrit races where there to more mythical things like Wiccan art, spellcasting goods, wandmaking, tryout archery, re-enactments (with suits of armour included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside to the place was that they didn't allow photos (probably pecause wiccan and pagan is mistaken for satanism and fears bad publicity). But in the end I managed to bring back some cool things like rune tabliture, a hand carved blade and the all too apparent "lousy" t-shirt (although I hardy think its lousy when it has an advanced pentagram stiched onto it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now just let my dinner settle inside me (a big fat donor kebab) and I shall now settle and recover any lost sleep I might have had in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my hentai dose and fanfic reading....</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>horsemeat @ 2005-09-02T18:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-02T17:43:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-02T17:55:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My cat Sidress had to be checked out because of a mouth infection and refused to eat for a while, and ended up looking extremely skinny it was scary!!! But after a couple of checks with the vet, they injected some fluid into her and gave her anti-biotics and it seems to have cleared. She is now at this moment feeding from the cat bowl in the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nile tickets for the 7th of September came in today! YAY! Death metal wOOtage! Should be some somthing truley balistic!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bass decided to break just before my first practice in Ruff Rockers (when I mean break I mean the volume wire decided to disconnect from the input jack and therefore not power the active pickups to my bass) how ironic! But aside from all that it was an okay practice with Ed and Lofty, but I'm still due to be a session bassist with hardcore band "Open War" and with any luck i'll get it fixed before sunday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I started the last three topics with "my" so I'll be different this time) I met a rather interesting person from St. Alban's- he's a guy but, my gawd, he wreaks of sexiness and tasteful personality: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v135/horsemeat/179844743_l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bishi he is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished picking plums in my garden and I'm due for one more evening gaff before I go off to a witch festival tomorrow!</content>
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    <title>Unreality!</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T16:11:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T16:11:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last friday I was a piss up at the back of a redundant bakery. There were pleanty of familiar faces, and it was quite a lively atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be blunt, what made my night was when I followed a matey climbing the neighbooring roofs of the bakery. There was a garage placed right next to it and he was gonna jump it. He chickened out. I thought about it, declined it, but then thought "fuck it" and jumped the ally to the roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell through the roof!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something had broken my fall when I landed in the garage (plastic sheets or something). At any other time I would've been shocked but because I was fueled on cider the message going through my mind was "Shit, I swear it looked strong enough". Amazingly I pulled myself out through the hole I just made and was met by a standing ovatation and a bit of laughter (understandably). I should've been hurt but somehow, I wasn't. I think the aclohal acted as both a valium and a pain-killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came off the roof, and offered to pay for damages. Luckily I got it right when I payed £30 because they fixed it quickly for £31. But that was least of my worries: I was told the roof was made of abestos three days later! Having relised the further danger I was in, I immediatly decided to be checked out. Luckily I've not been exposed to anything and they say I'm perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I'm greatful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral is don't do anything risky unless your supervised and someone's taping the event.</content>
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    <title>In the taste of video gaming</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T01:36:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T01:52:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Enslaved- "Isa" album (and a damn good one)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Prepare for Linkies ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly here's a series on newgrounds for fans of both video games and really great comedy (not to metion being made by animators in England!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Decline of Video Gaming":&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/158631"&gt; ONE&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/191110"&gt;TWO&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/253824"&gt;THREE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ts not one of those series' that really requires you to watch them in order, but you might find it you can relate better to these rather bored people (keep an eye out for the FFX reaches Canada clip in No. 2 ROFL!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along my travel bordering from here and myspace.com, I discovered something absolutely hilarious in the form of an ametuer film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/videogameskillpeople"&gt; Video Games Kill People &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillarious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I woke up a bit late today; I've tons of energy to kill, and I'm not proud that I do at this hour of nearly three in the morning.</content>
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