Filed under: general iain
the time is drawing near where we will either have to reveal this horrible blog to its subject of affection, or stow it away in the dungeons of our minds until we work up the courage in the future. my logical mind suggests that we take the second option, however, the part of me that enjoys watching skaters brain themselves by accident tells me that seeing iain’s face when he finds out about this would be such a good laugh.
to this effect, we have discussed a few different methods of unveillance, a favourite of mine being this one, submitted by ric browning;
“invite him to stay over then write the url on his forehead while he’s sleeping”.
i also considered laying out a sort of scavenger hunt for him, whereby each clue leads him closer to his “prize”, though that word is not entirely descriptive of what, for iain, the end result of such a hunt would be.
i think it may be soon though.
sam.
Filed under: general iain
if you don’t know what the game is then i shall tell you. the rules are that if you think about the game, you lose. when you lose, you have to tell everyone you are with or conversing with. if they do not know about the game, you must tell them the rules. the game only ends when the prime minister of the uk publicly announces that he has lost the game.
so that is the game. and iain is now playing it. he has also just made me lose the game, via msn. already he sows the seeds of destruction with his wandering mind.
sam.
Filed under: general iain
kubichek!
iain there, with his port glass of coke. i was on the whiskey.
Filed under: iain and music
iain and i went to see a band called kubichek! last night at the night & day cafe in manchester. we have seen this band many, many times now. so many times that iain has four of their t-shirts, all different designs, from four separate gigs. this shirt fascination is something of a character quirk with iain, as i think.. i think he only ever wears band t-shirts in fact.
but nevermind that, onto other topics of conversation. before we graced the venue, we had a pint in the fab cafe. well i had a pint, iain had to have a bottle of beck’s, for he had driven to town, and i was fairly adamant that he would not drink drive. becks was the subject of much reminiscent chuckles as well, for reasons private to our friendship circle. as we sat and drank though, we watched the very beginning of total recall, which was playing on one of fab’s many small tv appliances. iain observed that films first watched at a young age are often idealised to the point where all the plot holes miraculously fill themselves in.
our night culminated in an incident of such grave circumstance that i will not report it. it will remain between iain and i. ’til he lets me talk about it. sounds very dodgy doesn’t it?
sam.
Filed under: general iain
today i conversed with iain on the subject of those peculiar laws that exist in our country which allow a man to do what is normally not allowed. such laws as ‘a man may shoot a welshman with a bow and arrow inside the walls of chester after midnight’, which i’m sure most people have heard of, or heard the like of, before.
iain apparently had not though, and i had to put forward my viewpoint that the way would probably not stand up in court. he cared not though, in fact, i think he thinks it might a rather jolly good laugh to murder welshman in the early hours using archaic weaponry.
iain also thinks that carlos dengler now looks less suave than he used to in his new, post-neo-nazi attire. he believes that the addition of carlos’ ‘homotache’ was a mistake, and that nazi chic is cool because everyone looked cool in the ’30s. anyway i will now sign off for i have nothing more to say.
sam.
