Roll the Die
Jan 23, 2010
So here I sit. In front of the Fey Queen. My body battered and beaten by the beasts she sent to weeaken me.
My hazy friends lost, or worse, dead forever to this world. If I see them again they will be ghosts, more fearful to me than the enemy I came to kill.
She eyes me like a new toy. The Queen of the Fey.
The invaders of dreams.
Taking their energy direct from our most inner understandings. Sapping our life from in front of our very own closed eyes.
That's how she gets to you, through your dreams.
At night, when the warmth of the duvet seduces you into her dark realm. That's how she came to me, through a dream.
A dream that had nothing short of terrifying consequenses in my very own real waking world.
And it wasn't even I that dreamed it.
Oct 7, 2009
Ahem, yes, well, I'm aware my absent has been long and very un-arduous on you all. So I'll keep this long
The last time I was on here, this fantastic of fantastical places, not a lot was happening So it is my hope that with a return of one or more ex-hootoers that things will pick up round here
A run down of what I've been upto goes like this: Joined the RAF and I now live on Mars where I'm head of ATIC(Alien Technology Intergration Company), but that's hush hush so I'll give you the cover story
I work as a Team Leader now of a Supported Living house for young adults with Learning Disabilities. That is Autiism and the likes.
I've recently re-found my writing bug, which is what has probably drawn me back to this, H2G2, as it has so many differently wonderful ways of inspiring a piece or two out of people
I also moved into my own place much to the relief of mother and currently spend my time either reading, blowing up spaceships http:www.darkorbit.com , or spending time with my lovely girlfriend.
Anyway, nice to see you all again
Aug 24, 2007
Hi guys, thanks for opening this thread and thanks even more for readig on. It has been a long time, unless you take on board Einsteins Theory of speed in which case, it's been not that long at all, for me.
Anyway, I.m quite poll-axed at the moment, and, in my stuperd memory there lies this place called H2G2. I remeber loving it with every cybernetic breath I took, but lost that love at some point when real life really woudn't wait and smashed my door down with the weight of responsibilty.
Well I've had enough of being held back from this site, nearly two whole years now, and I'm back, to say my piece on the rubbish that is 'Real Life'.
Tonight, at my best fiends wedding, I watched three two-something year olds dance to music they coyuldn't understand. Next to me was one of teir Mum's. She was very happy and sentimental as she explained to me that whilst they danced now without worry, one day they would have bills to pay, a job to do, a woman/man to please and an ideal to live to. She said it like it weighed heavy on her heart, and I agree. One day these happy little blights will have to leave behind the fun and happiness of simple things and go forth in a world that eats your soul for the price of a Big Mac. However, we are not the only creatures in the world that start off so innocent, so why does it bite so much when we actually think of the innocence we lost?
It's because we are supposed to be superior to other life, intellectually and physically, hence why in such a short time in evolutionary terms we have come so far.
Yet it pains us to know, and the key word here is know, that our young will have to fight the fight of everyone and face the fact that they may end up bottom of the heap.
Has the Human race developed to a state of superior being, or are we just denying that we are still animals but with more interesting ways of ruining our rivals?
Dec 3, 2006
Yes, it is I. The infallible creachy has returned and I have a lot more to teach the world.
I appreciate that I left without any goodbye and probably screwed some people up, (FANTASY FOOTBALL, I'm sorry) but fear no mre for I have returned from my somewhat short yet spirit finding journey, and I shall be much pleased to hear from whoever...yes
No more meat!!!
Feb 28, 2006
At least no more meat for me for the next 46 days
It's Shrove Tuesday today which means tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent
From then until Easter Sunday I have decided to test my mental Discipline by depriving my body of any meat like substance
That includes Kourn as that would be cheating
Anyway, anyone know how I start writing a guide entry I'm sure there's supposed to be some form of tag at the top and bottom of the page but I can't figure it out
2 girls and me...
Feb 11, 2006
That's right, just what it says on the tin. Tonight, I have been invited to go to an awards ceremony with my sexy hairdresser friend If that wasn't good enough, her extremely sexy co-worker who seems to like me from just seeing some picture is also going...But it gets better Not only will I have their company all night at a swish do in London, but afterwards at the Hotel bash, and THEN, I'm to share a room with them
Oh happy days
Oh my God!!!
Jan 2, 2006
I've only got 13 days to finish my UCAS application and I haven't even started it yet!!!!
*starts to seriously panic*
I don't know what I'm doing !!
Look out for that...
Dec 23, 2005
Yes, it's that time of year again, and as custom dictates I find myelf single*ahhhhhhhhhh*. So to the box with the holy kiss magnet and the lipgloss of joy*ooooooooohhh*.
Look out ladies, creachy is on the prowl tonight
Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and a fantastically New Year *hic*
Oct 25, 2005
Just checking whether it actually gets read, I rarely seem to get any comments or answers to any questions I pose in them
My PS Sucks
Oct 21, 2005
Bonjourno all my good old friends. Sorry for my absence, if you noticed. It was due to being a slave to the economic stability of my bank account
Anyway, I should be around with a lot more frequency now so all is good with the world again No sniggering at the back
I also noticed on my return how uninformative my PS is. A load of junky links to places I apparently visit often, but in fact rarely post to
So I hand you all a magnificant opportunity to put forth some of the better things you know about me to put on my PS so as it doesn't make a boring glance anymore
By the way, I am now back at college beginning the journey of becoming a teacher
And I still have a hugely controversial, if somewhat overlooked, sense of humour, so you'll still have to bear with me at times
Oh Lucky Me!!
Jul 10, 2004
Well, I suppose I owe the five or six of you that read this journal an explanation as to where I have been the last few weeks
On Wednesday the 16th of June I flew out to Portugal to join the hordes of England Football fans already out there
When we arrived at a little before 11 in the morning it was already 28 degrees celcius . Those that have met me will know that my Polish/Irish skin and blood doesn't react well to such intense sunshine
Luckily for me the hotel, Residencial Astoria , had air-conditioning . Unfortunately, you can't take it out with you The highest I saw the temperature reach was 39 degrees And it rarely ventured below 25, even at night .
We found a little place to drink called 'Docas', a purpose built row of bars and restaurants along the water front directly opposite that huge statue of the angel, or Jesus, I'm not sure, I never asked . It was whilst on my way back from here one night that the first piece of misfortune got hold of me. I left my phone in the taxi It fell out of the ridiculously inadequate pockets of my three quarter length shorts And seeing as everyone in Portugal is either a waiter or a Taxi driver, the chances of finding the same cab again were remote So it was goodbye to my nice new phone
Time to mourn that loss would proove to be extremely short as the next night, at Docas, I was enjoying a nice drink in one of the Irish bars they have there. Surrounded by singing Englishman and having a cordial chat to an American chap who for some reason had the Merseyside Liver Bird and England's 3 Lions tattooed onto his belly All in all I was having an enjoyable evening, up until something walloped me on the head just above the right eye No time to get angry and see what it was because within seconds my face was covered in blood, I hate blood One late night and 4 stitches later I'm back at the hotel, where my friend tells me it was a little Portuguese boy that had thrown an ashtray for no apparent reason. A big ceramic ashtray at that, and the police had swiftly, and undeniably, 'sorted him out' .
Again, not much time to dwell over my new scar as it soon becomes clear to me 2 days later that my bank doesn't have the money I thought was in it . Upon phoning the Telephone banking service ,and spending close to 20 euros in doing so , I am told my card has been used on days that I know it wasn't. My card had been cloned and nearly £300 has been stolen.
I actually found this quite funny in the end. I started to think to myself, 'Typical really, I can't believe I even thought I might actually have a nice time with no hiccups! I certainly don't have any past experiences to have pulled such a fantastical expectation from, so screw them all and feed 'em rice as they say, and keep smiling you damn fool '.
If you want to make God laugh, have a plan, springs to mind
The rest of the holiday passed by with me scrimping along with the money I had left.
I did however meet Mr and Mrs Wayne Rooney. They came and sat with us at this nice cafe we found. We actually met up there on 3 occassions, they are very nice people, and his mum loves a sing song
A Story that I plucked from the ever increasing Inspiration Fields of Earth
Jun 3, 2004
If I was to write a story, it would be full of explosions and space battles. If I were to write a play, it would be full of murder and intrigue. If I were to write a poem, it would be full of wisdom and hidden meaning. So the what the hell is this that I wrote?
The ********** King stood on top of the granite ridge that marked the border into *****. The wind was blowing so hard in the valley below as to cause a howling, yet he appeared untouched by it's icy flow. Below him the battlefield stretched for miles. Plumes of smoke from the burning huts and stockades danced a merry dance as they were swept away by the bitter wind.
"They enemy has retreated beyond the hills sire!" Exclaimed a smaller ********** who had scurried up next to the king. He was smaller and had only four legs compared to the King's eight on his wasp like abdomen. His human body was starting to bend back on itself with te force of the wind. And even with four arms he was having trouble keeping his red clak from flapping wildly away with the gusts that raged up the side of the ridge.
Yet the King stood tall and firm. The wind seeming not to want to bother him. His cloak, draped over his shoulders and tied at the neck, hung eerily still.
"No need to shout General." His voice was calm.
"It's the wind sir! Do you think we really needed this much!?" Screamed the General.
"What wind?" Came the soft reply. This always worried the General. He knew the King was being sincere and honestly didn't know there was any wind! Which made the General wonde exacly what the wind would be like if the king acknowledged it was actually there?
"Nevermind sir, sorry." He was doing his best to talk normal now, but this just made him sound like a fish out of water as the wind would force the vibrating air molecules back into his mouth. The King nodded his answer anycase having heard exactly what the General just said.
Answers on a postcard please. I left out names of creatures and places I had made up as I dislike the BBC's policy on having them printed on here. Anyway, it appears to be unfinished by a long shot but is very different to anything I have scribbled down in the past
I'm off to the pub...
May 15, 2004
...smoke me a kipper Captain, I'll be back in time for breakfast
I wish to complain...
May 1, 2004
It is far too quiet on H2G2 between 2am and now, which is 5.30am
The only stimulating medium available to me to keep me awake is Countdown
And you wonder why I am sometimes a little disturbed
Apr 28, 2004
Hello, isn't it amazing what drink will make you do
This Monday just gone, I went for a drink with my best bud. He's in the army so I don't get to see him much but when he comes back we generally try our hardest to get as mashed as possible.
Last time he was down we were drinking a rather leathal drink called 'BackDraft' or something like that. Black sambuca and tequila through a straw I was indeed sick at the bar as it came straight back up
Anyway, this time we visited my local town of Redhill (Deadhill). We started in the most un-irish irish bar going, O'Neills, where we rammed a few stella's down our necks.
The real fun however begins when we get to the snooker club and start on the shorts. I am drinking double Bacardi and coke and he is on double vodka and coke. At least that's what I think According to the barman the next day, when he was getting the drinks, I was having a triple Bacardi and coke and he was having a single vodka and coke Oh, and we were having a shot of sambuca with every other drink
Anyway, I manage to get talking to this Hungarian Au Pair who was out for her 21st Birthday, I got her number but can't for the life of me remember her name. I do recall calling her Sarah, Kate and Emma as I couldn't pronounce her real name I'm sure she didn't mind
She probably didn't mind that I was playing pool without any trousers on either Don't ask me why, I haven't got a clue
Oh, and does anyone know the Turkish for 'Language Settings'
St Georges day
Apr 23, 2004
Happy St Georges day everyone.
For those of you who are not familiar with St George, in this instant he is the patron Saint of England. Born in coventry (according to Cheggars) where he was to eventualy slay a dragon and save a damsel in distress. Good old St George
I'm off home in a minute to put a big flag up on top of my bedroom
what do i want to eat?
Apr 13, 2004
Ultimately, I'd prefer a swedish blonde with extra stockings, but I think the local take away is all out of them
So what do I eat instead
Kebab? There's all manner of kebab that could be eaten. Shish, chicken, doner, kofte, chicken doner, doner and shish, shish and kofte etc
But I fear I eat far too many of them So what is wholesome, filling, tasty and above all, available from a takeaway
Of course, I might be pursuaded to do a little cooking if I really have to
I'm not unique!?
Mar 30, 2004
I's true, I am not as origina as I thought.
"Creachy, adj.(CREE-chee): Broken-down, dilapidated, sickly."
It's an American term
But wait, there's more
"a poor creachy thing"
Appears in this chapter from some book http://www.princeton.edu/~batke/eliot/scenes/gilfil_16.html
"CREACHY- YOU ARE THE CAT MAN!!!"
a snippit that can be found in a Guestbook of one Creatchy, http://www.creatchy.com/html/guestbook.html
note that is with a 'T' as well, but one of his fans didn't
Then there's a load of foreign things with my name in it, then this:
"09-23-2000 with Lenny/Creachy's Birthday Party"
23rd September 2000 was a Sunday. I know this as my actual birthday was the day before, the 22nd!! How close is that??
This 'creachy' is some kind of rock music producer from what i can make out. He even has his own label of sorts called 'Creachy Music', i on the other hand do a specialist Radio slot, and yep, you've guessed it, i specialise in Rock.
is this getting fraky yet? i think so.
oh, i got all this info from Google and i know it isn't my own info i am looking at as i do not recognise any of the other names or places mentioned in them
anyway, perhaps i should now change my name....
eat this and cease to live
Feb 25, 2004
with ripping roar and a curdling sigh the lemon and me came eye to eye ice cubes and vodka couldn't keep the cold away, 'Fresh or frozen?' enquired the barman with a sway 'i'll have another parachute' i replied without a pause, but wondered on his reasoning whilst sharpening the lions claws
if a bucket of sand were to weigh a tonne, and a tonne of sand to weigh a bucket then the end of this line should be [very rude indeed]
yet in my glass i found no joy, nor sedament to eat. the glass itself was crunchy fresh and the lemon suprisingly sweet perhaps my fill i had truly taken from what was an empty well. but deep within the hamster awakened and it's feet began to swell. i couldn't stop now, the sandwhich was ready, crisps and blackberries and butter a plenty round and round the hamster ran in the caverns of my mind. the wheel was gone, nothing left, all was there to find
drip, drip, drop
a drip drop earring lost
oh fly......why do you fly so high.....in the sky.....then into my eye?
you damned annoying fly
Feb 11, 2004
someone only went and reported me for using the bloomin computer at work didn't they!!
i think it is safe to say this world is full of to**ers for sure!
so anyway, i guess i am gonna have to start using my Laptop
but i until i actually buy it, i won't be around so much. that should please a couple of you
ooops, gotta go, someone's coming
Quiet in here isn't it!?
Feb 11, 2004
oh well, hopefully all will be solved soon
just a quick note to inform all, Dr Atkins, pioneer of the Atkins diet was over 18stone in weight when he died.
interesting, the ironies of life that is.
Jan 12, 2004
hee hee. it's me
not sure what time and what i'd drunk but it is me,ok>
Finally it is my turn.
Dec 26, 2003
yep, i finish w*rk at last for my 4 day rest period which means i get to finally go out and celebrate the Holiday Festivities
whilst the realisation that it is all over for many of you dawns, it is merely the beginning for me
tonight i shall drag myself out on to the town in search of my first Christmas drink and with all that left over kicking about i may just bag a nice friendly girl full of Christmas cheer
so a warm farewell to you all and good luck with shifting those extra pounds (i haven't had chance to gain any so ), i shall next se you all in 4 days
a reason to chuckle
Dec 24, 2003
i was reading an aricle on the BBCi News page about the Beagle 2 mission to mars. it is expected to arrive at 0300 christmas morning and, well read this:
'If all goes to plan, Beagle 2
will send back a stream of data
headed by a call sign composed
by the British rock band Blur.'
all the way from mars ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present a Beagle 2 production, BLUR!!
described this year as the best band in the world, and i kinda agree, they have now spread their wings and are aiming to crack the martian market
i wonder if Cher will be next
Dec 15, 2003
not quite Radio 1 but we do what we can
that's right folks, i, John Bugwa will returning to an airwave near you this weekend
http://orbitfm.co.uk/ is back up and running as of Saturday, and if i make it back from the Paul McKenna show with my mind intact, or not, just as long as i make it back, i will be on air on Sunday 21st of December at 21:00GMT.
21/12/03 21:00 - 00:00
22/12/03 21:00 - 23:00
28/12/03 21:00 - 00:00
29/12/03 21:00 - 23:00
and then i think i am on on the 4th will have to check that one.
of course the station is on air 24/7 throughout it's licence period and there are some good DJ's there with almost as good a playlist as mine, but not quite
you can also listen to us over the net, i think well you should be able to. i think my manager said you can but i was on my 8th pint by then ...what it's Christmas
so, that's 87.9fm
look forward to hearing from you all
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