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London meetup - 30th June 2007
Meet at 10am at London Liverpool Street Station.
Stevie will be picking up from respective London train stations between 9 and 10
Leave London Liverpool St at about 10:30
We get the underground to Picadilly circus and find Funland situated in the Trocadero Building.
After a couple of games of bowling and Dodgems/Arcade etc
We'll depart on the underground to St James park for a Lunchtime Picnic. Some food such as cake may be provided, but food will have to be bought from shops - Sandwiches etc However, Stevie will be organising this part of the day.
After this we may either go back to the Trocadero or find the Gay Pride march and join in (for free food). Depending on respective train times the meetup will end.
I bet this annoyed John
Meet at 10am at London Liverpool Street Station.
Stevie will be picking up from respective London train stations between 9 and 10
Leave London Liverpool St at about 10:30
We get the underground to Picadilly circus and find Funland situated in the Trocadero Building.
After a couple of games of bowling and Dodgems/Arcade etc
We'll depart on the underground to St James park for a Lunchtime Picnic. Some food such as cake may be provided, but food will have to be bought from shops - Sandwiches etc However, Stevie will be organising this part of the day.
After this we may either go back to the Trocadero or find the Gay Pride march and join in (for free food). Depending on respective train times the meetup will end.
I bet this annoyed John
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CHERUB Poem Entry
Submitted by BeagonBoy on Mon, 2007-06-11 21:57.
(Read aloud to the tune of ‘Jimmy was a Chemist’s Son’)
CHERUB was a children's book but CHERUB is in shame.
What Robert thought was hip and cool was really rather lame.
His cha-rac-ters were chavs and such, his vocab was quite naff.
His book titles made children cry, his hairstyle was a laugh.
He went onto the int-er-net, to hang out with his 'dudes'.
But, to his complete dismay, his mates were rather crude.
The moderators topic-locked, the noob-a-lettes complained.
He realised that his paitence was, becoming rather strained.
But then, one day, AF-ers came. They purified the realm.
They rode in on proud stallions tall, embed in plate and helm.
They drove the nooblettes far away, they wore some fancy shoes.
They put young Johno on a pike, cause he was a short fuse.
But Cherubers did not like this, they plotted in their groups.
They made a pact of evil, and they rallied all their troops.
They struck upon poor Smelly-ums, who was drink-ing some booze.
They cut his head clean off, oh noes! And stole his pretty shoes.
When AF admins heard of this, they wound up in a fury.
They summoned demons from the planes, they called up Marie Curie.
They rode out to Pro-board-as Hill, to face the angry hordes.
The two sides met with pointy sticks, and many plastic swords.
The moral of this story is, if you want to have some peace.
Put plastic swords away and just, sit down and watch some Grease.
You may have also noticed that, my plot is rather vague.
That’s mainly cause my real thoughts, could land me in the Hague. (Not.)
By Beegs
CHERUB was a children's book but CHERUB is in shame.
What Robert thought was hip and cool was really rather lame.
His cha-rac-ters were chavs and such, his vocab was quite naff.
His book titles made children cry, his hairstyle was a laugh.
He went onto the int-er-net, to hang out with his 'dudes'.
But, to his complete dismay, his mates were rather crude.
The moderators topic-locked, the noob-a-lettes complained.
He realised that his paitence was, becoming rather strained.
But then, one day, AF-ers came. They purified the realm.
They rode in on proud stallions tall, embed in plate and helm.
They drove the nooblettes far away, they wore some fancy shoes.
They put young Johno on a pike, cause he was a short fuse.
But Cherubers did not like this, they plotted in their groups.
They made a pact of evil, and they rallied all their troops.
They struck upon poor Smelly-ums, who was drink-ing some booze.
They cut his head clean off, oh noes! And stole his pretty shoes.
When AF admins heard of this, they wound up in a fury.
They summoned demons from the planes, they called up Marie Curie.
They rode out to Pro-board-as Hill, to face the angry hordes.
The two sides met with pointy sticks, and many plastic swords.
The moral of this story is, if you want to have some peace.
Put plastic swords away and just, sit down and watch some Grease.
You may have also noticed that, my plot is rather vague.
That’s mainly cause my real thoughts, could land me in the Hague. (Not.)
By Beegs
I set my hair on fire today. Deliberately. 
Let me explain- I did this for two reasons: The first was to see what would happen (for reasons I won't go into, I had managed to get a fine coating of butane in my hair, which creates a nice whumph effect in some shots), and the second was to when I told a small fib to a friend recovering from hospital. I told him it was nothing, and that I had set my hair on fire. This not being true, I immediately went about correcting my moral faux pas, going one better and collecting photographic evidence. Here are the results.
This isn't about me being zany or crazy, because I refuse to belief I am anything but perfectly sane- much like Newton would drink mercury and stick stuff in his eye, so too am I embarking on a quest to find out how well fire burns hair. Answer- meh.
Also, ignore the odd look I have. I recently returned from playing tennis, and as a side note I'm not using any kind of hair product- for one it would magnify/dampen flammability and ruin the experiment, and second, my hair sticks like that anyway. The only thing I used was water, in case the butane I was coated in was stronger than I anticipated.
Any potential hair lighting need just one thing- Matches. Hooray for matches!
Lighting up:
The first cautious approach. I had no idea if the fire would take, or whether I'd be engufled in a raging ball of flames and pain:
WHOOMPH! No, I'm just kidding, nothing like that happened, although (probably from the butane) when I set my fringe alight, it creates a nice flaring effect.
As you can see, when the matchstick is plunged deeper into the hair, it loses effectiveness quickly:
Realising the first pictures didn't give a good indication of how deep the flame burnt, I decided to have one last attempt, this time from an angle:
Although it looks like the flame isn't touching, more observant people will notice that the butane has combusted somewhat creating a hot blue flame on my fringe. That one stung.
Finally, I'll introduce my brave stunt crew for this foolhardy experiment- a plater to catch my singed hairs in.
This is just one of many stupid things I've done to myself, althoughn ot always intentionally. Notable experiences include:
stabbing myself in the eye and scratching my cornea with a pair of scissors in primary school.
shoving my hand through my own window out of anger
Setting my hair on fire (accidentally that time)
Let me explain- I did this for two reasons: The first was to see what would happen (for reasons I won't go into, I had managed to get a fine coating of butane in my hair, which creates a nice whumph effect in some shots), and the second was to when I told a small fib to a friend recovering from hospital. I told him it was nothing, and that I had set my hair on fire. This not being true, I immediately went about correcting my moral faux pas, going one better and collecting photographic evidence. Here are the results.
This isn't about me being zany or crazy, because I refuse to belief I am anything but perfectly sane- much like Newton would drink mercury and stick stuff in his eye, so too am I embarking on a quest to find out how well fire burns hair. Answer- meh.
Also, ignore the odd look I have. I recently returned from playing tennis, and as a side note I'm not using any kind of hair product- for one it would magnify/dampen flammability and ruin the experiment, and second, my hair sticks like that anyway. The only thing I used was water, in case the butane I was coated in was stronger than I anticipated.
Any potential hair lighting need just one thing- Matches. Hooray for matches!
Lighting up:
The first cautious approach. I had no idea if the fire would take, or whether I'd be engufled in a raging ball of flames and pain:
WHOOMPH! No, I'm just kidding, nothing like that happened, although (probably from the butane) when I set my fringe alight, it creates a nice flaring effect.
As you can see, when the matchstick is plunged deeper into the hair, it loses effectiveness quickly:
Realising the first pictures didn't give a good indication of how deep the flame burnt, I decided to have one last attempt, this time from an angle:
Although it looks like the flame isn't touching, more observant people will notice that the butane has combusted somewhat creating a hot blue flame on my fringe. That one stung.
Finally, I'll introduce my brave stunt crew for this foolhardy experiment- a plater to catch my singed hairs in.
This is just one of many stupid things I've done to myself, althoughn ot always intentionally. Notable experiences include:
stabbing myself in the eye and scratching my cornea with a pair of scissors in primary school.
shoving my hand through my own window out of anger
Setting my hair on fire (accidentally that time)
Get all this meet crap off the front page. Have a slice of BELARUS!
DEAR GOTT! Thats real banner btw. xP
Oohh
Click and add your name if you want to be avoided
Password is cherub, as i love it so. Make your username your name and then write your real as im nosey
Now. I wonder if this gets on the front page xP
Stevie asks if you have a problem with her inviting rob to the picnic.
Any objections? Suck my salty balls.
Sicily sucks. A horrible, backward end of an otherwise lovely country, rife with corruption, crime, general squalor, and an air of neglect. Stayed near a town called Sciacca (pronounced 'Shacker'), whose only attraction was a collection of dustbins in the main square. I had two nice meals all week, one of which was at the restaurant right next to Palermo airport. Oh, and this morning, just as we were leaving, mum turned on a tap in the kitchen, so the whole tap attachment fell away in her hands, and a jet a mucky water squirted all over the kitchen. We left a note and buggered off.
But, the pool and the seaside was nice; and in some ways, it was a good holiday: Sicilian driving is hilarious (their attitude to traffic laws is wonderfully freeform), the scenery is stunning, and I got a whole lot of revision done, without the distraction of you lot.
Anyway, exams now. Bye.
But, the pool and the seaside was nice; and in some ways, it was a good holiday: Sicilian driving is hilarious (their attitude to traffic laws is wonderfully freeform), the scenery is stunning, and I got a whole lot of revision done, without the distraction of you lot.
Anyway, exams now. Bye.
Peeepz!
One question.... answer it in the front page thread...
:
ICE SKATING OR DODGEMS?
One question.... answer it in the front page thread...
:
ICE SKATING OR DODGEMS?
Wiki updates
Submitted by John on Tue, 2007-05-29 22:09.
I Can't help but notice the Wiki has fallen into disrepair, as such I've posted two new subjects:
ILS
Forums
and modified Revision, anyone else wanna pitch in then for the love of God do, I'M KNACKERED!
ILS
Forums
and modified Revision, anyone else wanna pitch in then for the love of God do, I'M KNACKERED!
Well I'm goin' to the meet on 30th of June but I can't help noticing some minor flaws with the plans:
Bowling - Done at Manchester, seemed to work well, too repetitive?
Ice Skating - Lots of people afraid of falling on their arses, fun anyway
Sightseeing - Good excuse for harrasing Londoners, and Lisey may want to
Shopping - Good excuse for harrasing Londoners and spending money
General lazing around - Good excuse for harrasing Londxoners and each other
Picnc - For lunch?
Bowling- I'm liable to destroy half the building and get us banned with a heavy fine
Ice skating: On a Geography trip to Mam Tor I managed to slip on dry ground, this'll be fun...
Sightseeing: People I harrass usually Punch or otherwise assault me
General Lazing: Oh I can do that... just about
Picnic for lunch?!: Whenever in the great outdoors I'm liable to get attacked by something or fall down/off/over/into something
'Part from that not a bad plan.
Bowling - Done at Manchester, seemed to work well, too repetitive?
Ice Skating - Lots of people afraid of falling on their arses, fun anyway
Sightseeing - Good excuse for harrasing Londoners, and Lisey may want to
Shopping - Good excuse for harrasing Londoners and spending money
General lazing around - Good excuse for harrasing Londxoners and each other
Picnc - For lunch?
Bowling- I'm liable to destroy half the building and get us banned with a heavy fine
Ice skating: On a Geography trip to Mam Tor I managed to slip on dry ground, this'll be fun...
Sightseeing: People I harrass usually Punch or otherwise assault me
General Lazing: Oh I can do that... just about
Picnic for lunch?!: Whenever in the great outdoors I'm liable to get attacked by something or fall down/off/over/into something
'Part from that not a bad plan.
Time is now: 9/9/10, 10:00