Filed under: asda with iain, driving with iain, general iain, memories of iain
tonight, we had a barbeque at tom’s house. iain came over but he declined our offer of food, citing the reason that he had already eaten. we talked about a few things, such as the party which iain attended years ago where amongst other misdeeds, he urinated on a barbeque. the house party was being hosted by a reported knobjock though, so i feel iain must be absolved of any guilt as he was working in the interest of karmic balance. this guy who owned the house is called keanie, and apparently was such a compulsive liar that he was known to sit on msn and say; “i’m gonna suicide, i’m taking the pills.. aaarrgggh, aaarrghh. i’m dying now. arrrrgh.” so, judge iain for yourself.
after the hilarity of that story cleared, iain and i took our leave and went down to asda, where i could get some money off “my” shopping. to be fair neither of us bought anything that would constitute actual food, so asda, if you’re reading this, please be lenient on me. my abuse of your store is nothing personal.
sam.
Filed under: memories of iain
I raped iain at sams 18th.
Will.
Filed under: memories of iain
Iain reguarly gets pissed off at me, but we always got over it by a process known as ‘the healing process’. I would approach Iain about 5 minutes after we had argued and try to cuddle him, for a while he would resist but then he would give in and allow me to cuddle him, we would embrace each other for a good few munites until we were ok again.This process stabalised our turbulant relationship.
Will
Filed under: memories of iain
Iain is a strangely different person online. You often get the impression that he is up to no good, and that you are butting in. As such he reacts in a volatile and sometimes even aggressive way. Unfortunately for iain i find this hilarious, on this occassion though i decided to toy with iain and react differently, with ‘ok’s’ and ‘right’s', this probably confused iain and as such he drew-out his excuses: The following took place on the 30/06/07 between 23:42 and 23:58
23:42:38 me: town
23:42:40 me: ?
23:54:44 me: tomorrow?
23:55:02 iain: on a sunday?
23:55:05 me: yeh
23:55:11 me: ?
23:55:40 iain: all we’ll do is go, then disagree over what to do, if we even think of anything to do then go home after about 2 hours
23:55:49 me: right
23:55:51 me: ok then
23:55:56 me: don’t come
23:56:07 me: although..that didn’t happen last time
23:56:25 iain: why, what happened last time?
23:56:33 me: i had a decent enough time
23:56:40 me: CD shopping
23:56:55 iain: there aren’t any cds i want to buy any more
23:56:58 me: ok
23:57:41 iain: all we do is wander round
23:57:46 me: ok
23:57:48 iain: which is ok when the weather’s nice
23:57:57 iain: but it’s more than likely gonna rain
23:58:01 me: right
Sam compared the above conversation to a failing marriage.
Richard
Filed under: memories of iain
of all the things that iain has said in the past, i actually remember very few of them. so i will give you the ones which i can.
one afternoon, while we sat in the temple, in manchester city centre, i commented that the place was a right dive. iain replied with something to the effect of; “what do you expect? it’s a public toilet…”. i took this as wisdom and have since always thought of the temple as the bog bar. iain also drinks pints of bitter and lager because he’s ‘aaard, and i’ve seen him with them in clubs, he is not lying, he looks scary.
iain used to have the habit of saying “that’s a question for mister john fuck” whenever someone would ask a question which he could not answer. which was fairly often. another thing iain may be heard to say is the negative word “no”. most often in response to ric’s questions like “town?”, or “town tomorrow?”.
more iainisms to come in time.
sam.
Filed under: memories of iain
iain, a man known to many, a man whose actions, words and thoughts are so worthy of note that i am going to attempt to log the actions, words and thoughts of iain, for as long as my will holds.
i will begin by writing down my experiences with iain on a recent car journey from the city of lancaster. upon sighting a billboard bearing the image of bob monkhouse, and the legend “i died of prostate cancer. don’t let it kill you too”, the subject laughed uproariously for at least ten minutes, while refuelling the car, while paying for the fuel, while returning to the car and whilst driving away with me imploring for him to show some respect.
also on this journey, iain and i passed a church towards which iain exclaimed with great delight was “the mormon church”. we proceeded to drive around ’til we managed to gain entry to the ground around this church. iain burned to shout at a passing mormon but i, or his conscience got the better of him. the possible threat of the mormon patrol apprehending us might have aided his decision as well.
so, a small snippet of iain to begin with. hopefully to follow shall be memories of iain, predictions for iain’s future, and of course, more iain experiences.
sam.
