New Tricks series 6 starts tomorrow...and I only found out by accident. Way to fucking advertise, BBC.

Bro went nuts with his camera today and took a few snaps of Fo' Shizz.

I got my Big Jim deev inna post this morning. I watched it and LOLed muchly at Mr. Perkins' expense. Then I maked screencaps of Sylv and his hair to post at SMAS. I am posting a few of them here too for my fellow Sylv whores wot aren't on SMAS for the purposes of ogling.

( Mr. Turpin I presume )

Does it make me a bad person if I think he looks wicked cool with a fag dangling from his mouth?

Zach managed to spend another 20 quid on ebay today. Mum has now made sure the automatic login is switched off.

Also, his current fave movie is Flushed Away...which has led to him flushing a big rubber duck down our upstairs toilet and god only knows what down the toilet at his house. Da' had to take the toilet to pieces in order to get it out, and now he's going to have to do the same round Sis's.

I have paid up my LJ account so I have all my icons and shit back, and now I have an excuse to make new ones.

I have also bought all the televised eps of Big Jim on dvd from purenostalgia.co.uk. Should be here by Wednesday, so I should have some screencaps up at SMAS or over here by the end of the week.

Just coz all this talk about an RTD Who movie is pissing me off for some reason, I'm going to post my favey pic from the 'new' Big Jim eppy I just capped for SMAS.




My teddy bear boy. MINE!!!!

Chris is here. There is alcohol and Family Guy.

Sis is about to make Chris up to look like a hooker, then we're gonna send a photo to his fiance :p

Happy birthday Fo' Shizz!!!

It's going to be sweltering this week according to the met office. Thank god we have a nice shiny air conditioning unit in the livingroom. She sounds like a truck but she blows like a Swedish hooker :p

Also I am bored again, so I thought I'd spam you all with high quality Sylv caps from the Clown Court bit on the Delta deev. He look so fi-yi-yiiiiine, yeah!!

Whatever it is, I doubt it's dial-up friendly.

( This way to diminuitive Scottish goodness!! )

This evening Nutso Sis took me to the empty Tesco carpark to do a bit of driving practice...yes it's probably highly illegal, but it's also how she learnt.

I didn't kill anybody. It is kinda daunting though, lolz. The steering is so damned sensitive. I kept leaving the clutch half engaged. I completely forgot about the existence of the mirrors. Apparently all this is a very natural reaction to driving for the first time. I muddled through it though and successfully ran in a random pattern at 10 miles an hour in first gear for a whole 15 minutes.

All in all I didn't do too bad, according to Sis.

...that no matter how bored I get, not to try reading Seven fic at FF.net. Also, I swear they've got rid of a lot of it coz there were one or too gooduns over there a couple of years ago that aren't there anymore.

I'm gonna brave their GTA fic section, just coz bad GTA fic doesn't offend me as much as amuse me.

I've ONLY JUST NOTICED that my paid account has been expired for 2 whole months . This is how 'with it' I am. I fancy making some icons actually, but I'm saving the little money I have in my account just in case Angel of Scutari turns out to be awesome. Don't wanna be in a position where someone says 'Phlege you gotta listen to this!! It's an hour long Seven'n'Ace orgy and Hex gets eaten by an alligator but Seven'n'Ace don't care coz he's a twat' and not be able to download it until some helpful person whacks up a torrent. I doubt it's gonna turn out that way coz it seems like a Hexfest from the trailer, but if a black man can be prez of the USA, there's still hope that BF might pull their finger out and stop making Seven'n'Ace crap. I'm suprised BF don't have AoS up yet actually.

Anyway, yeah, I'm home on my own again this weekend and I'm bored as fucking fuckety fuck. Erm, so I'm gonna read bad fic and make bad icons for when I pay up my LJ account in maybe 2 weeks, and listen to bad music and try to get unbored.

It also occurs to me that feminists might not like my icon.

Am I rambling?

Yesterday I had my first Thursday group session. A bunch of us young mentals and support workers get together at a community center in Huntingdon and do craft stuff and play videogames. It was pretty cool, and as I get transported there and back by a support worker I figured 'why not? It gets me out of the house.'

Anyway, I met this support worker named Richard who is really cool. We just hung out and talked about computer graphics and 3d software. Now he wants to get the IT guys at CAMEO to put Photoshop and Max on one of their computers so we can do some graphics work during the sessions. He reckons they'll do it coz Kim is their boss and Kim knows me pretty well coz she was my original care coordinator. If not then we can just bring our laptops to sessions and work on them.

I've also been invited to contribute to the CAMEO magazine as I used to work on the school newspaper. We're getting together on Tuesday with a bunch of people from the Peterborough office to discuss the next edition. Again it's something that gets me out of the house and around other people and it's another thing to add to my CV when I get the all clear to return to the workforce.

Also have an appointment with a dietician at the hospital on the 8th. Dunno what she could possibly tell me that I don't know already, but it might kick my arse into gear a little bit.



In other news, further proof that I'm going straight to hell (do not pass GO, yada yada yada). Found out about Jacko last night from mum. My response? 'Bit dramatic isn't it? Why didn't he just cancel a couple of concerts?'

This is gonna be like Elvis's death for the MTV generation. The headlines already have an Elvis-y echo about them. Madonna had better not drop dead any time soon. I don't think the world could handle it.

Anyway, the guy was weird with a capital bolded and underlined 'wuh', but I did enjoy his music.

I'm going to learn to drive.

When Da' gets his inheritance, he's going to pay for my brother and I to learn to drive if we want to coz they paid for Nutso Sis's lessons. And we both said that we want to, so...

Bro already has a provisional licence but he'll have to take his theory test again. Me, I'm starting from scratch although I've driven Sis's car around the driveway so I at least know where the pedals are and what they do :p

First things first. Gotta get my licence form from the post office on Monday. Then on Wednesday gotta get a theory test cd rom coz apparently it's changed now so our old one's probably useless.

This week I have been mostly ill with an inner ear virus and have been dizzy as fuck when not lying down. I haven't had an attack of the dizzies for years, but you never get used to it. Both mum and I suffer from build-ups of calcium in the inner ear which throws your balance off. Mum's got it long term, but I just get bad attacks every now and again thanks to my natural attraction to the more fucked up side of our genetic tree.

My computer savvy four year old nephew managed to buy himself something on ebay. Thankfully it only cost £16. Mum has since learned not to stay logged in, but OMG it was funny as fuck when I heard.

Aaaaaand the dog bit the postman. Or tried to, I dunno if he actually made contact. Luckily for both of us the guy had a sense of humour about it. I do wish people wouldn't try to cosy up to strange dogs though. If Sizz doesn't know you, he doesn't like you. Usually he just barks at strangers though.

Now I have to lie down.

Today we were supposed to have a thunderstorm...but the bastard thing missed my house by about 200 meters. Big, beautiful black cloud passes over my house, but waits until a few houses down to shoot its load. A few fat ol drops of rain land on my shirt, but then nothing but blue sky heading my way.

Not. Sodding. Impressed.

I can hear lots of lovely thunder. I resent my neighbours right about now.

Dividing my time between Sims 3 and UFC 2009 Undisputed at the mo.

UFC is annoyingly technical when it comes to groundwork, so I do what I normally do in these situations and focus on my ability to pummel the living shit out of the other guy while standing up, and then pummeling the living shit out of the other guy when he's on the canvas. Transitions and submissions? Who gives a fuck! There aren't any cool bone snapping animations so I'll focus on splattering the mat with the other guy's blood thankee verrah much.

Sims 3 is my own personal soap opera, lolz. My first guy was a musician with commitment issues. He got some girl preggo and refused to have anything to do with the kid. He's now dead and the kid is a teenager with some random blonde half brother and an elderly mother. When she dies I'm gonna move the two of them out of their fancypants house and into some shite little cubby hole, where Johnny have to look after his good for nothing half brother by entering a life of crime.

There are no happy families in Phlege's Sims universe *evil glee*.

Who knows, maybe one of his own kids will make good and become the CEO of some bigass company. I haven't thought that far ahead.

Currently I am playing with a sim named Jared. He's charismatic, handsome, and seduces women before locking them in a secret room and leaving them to die.

And just for shits and giggles I had some dude get into a full on fight with a ghost.

Censorship is not the answer you reactionary fucktards.

There's every chance this ridiculous piece of legislation will never get through but even so, I think I'll go spend my tourist Euros on something other than your country. How bout a violent videogame?

No love, for censorship and the fascist arsewipes who endorse it.

Chinese.

Although lately I've been ordering a lot of pizza.

I just ran out of grandparents.


Wanna know what's spooky? This is the third time I've lost a grandparent on June 5th.

I have just managed to write an entire plot synopsis for my 'fic based on that dream I had where Ace, Martha, and some dude wot looks like Seven fight crime' fic. It comes in at just under 3 pages in size 9 font, so it's pretty indepth.

After weeks of creative stagnation I consider this an accomplishment. It was painful but I dragged it outta me. Now I have the biggest fucking headache :p

As for the fic itself, come talk to me again in two years.