Dart Fest

Seen as no one else has decided to blog about it, I shall do it.

Friday started like any other friday, lazy and slow. Then after a few hours of practising a few covers with the band we then formulated a plan. After buying a horrendously large quantity of alcohol consisting of Budwiser, Magners, Smirnoff, a bottle of JD, some Lemonade, some coke , Flanders, beirre Special and some Pimms for Karys. BigG then thought it was a good idea to ditch us and go elsewhere to some other party, which I'm sure wasn't as good as our time in dartmouth. After boarding Margaret (oh aye ;P ) we set off across the ferry playing various word games that all ended with 'DYIIIICKS' which was pretty hilarious. After parking at Ricky's me and JD dished out the alcohol and with our combined genius we managed to get it all into 2 bags which we then carried into town, all of us sipping on some sweet nectar on the way. When we got into town Ricky saw this guy he knew who had a genius pony tail. After a lengthy chat with him we offed into town and watched the band for a bit. After sipping on more nectar we went to the George and Dragon, which all of us bar Ricky managed to get in, which was god damn hilarious too as I'm 17 with an ID with no photo and Ricky being 18 failed to get in. After much laughing at his expense and some drunk guys 'vouching' for him we went back to sit in the gardens. After chatting about missing BigG we went to watch the band again due to a very good song they were playing. We then all ditched the bags with Ricky, who didn't want to dance, and jumped into the front of the crowd. After much drunken dancing, fags and banter Ricky was dragged onto the dance floor by some drunk girl with some hip shades. During their encore, we showed ricky how to generically look like you can dance and he even joined in during the end of the song. (I just farted, it was actually like one of Wade's... just without the toxicity) After this we were upset due to the lack of bands and went back to Ricky's for more beverages. After turning up Wade thought it was best to blow chunks in Ricky's bath. Classy ;) althought I can't talk, i then did it in the toilet. After Ricky's parents laughing at me and JD having a heart to heart with Ricky's step dad we then dragged ourselves to Ricky's room (well i assume I did, I wa sin the corridor then somehow in my sleeping bag...) And I thought that was that and nodded off. I was then awoke by Ricky's complaining about Wade and Karys getting it on. Previously in the evening we'd found out that wade lightly pulling Karys' hair makes her make...noises.... So when Wade did this in ricky's room, everyone thought they were doing it. Now this was hilarious, as Ricky was shouting and swearing at them but it only made them do it more. After the two of them asking me for permission to do it in the Moysey household, I confirmed that I didn't care, much to the annoyance of the two Moysey Brothers. After much fooling around I needed the loo only to find JD had passed out in the way of the door. After repeatedly hitting him with the door I managed to squeeze out. Upon my return the eldest Moysey was still talking so I decided to ingore him and go to sleep. That morning we woke up, had some food (bacon sandwhiches and a bowl of porridge) and left Ricky to recover for his second night. All in all a very VERY good night with the band and Karys :)

My residential.

I realised today that I'd taken part in what can only be described as a residential without the risk assessments. Today is Saturday the 10th of April and I've been home for an hour and a minute (Time arrived home : 4:01 pm). I left my house in the morning on Tuesday the 6th of April around this time. On the Tuesday I was picked up by Wade from the Litt household and went to Tom Crump's house. We were doing some pretty sexual recordings for RATP (which sound awesome btw!! £5 a CD) That went really well for the day, although Mr Crumpo did a great job of Baccy depletion. After a very long time at Tom Crumps I left with Billy and Andrew to obtain a tent from the Wade's before setting off into the wilderness for an evening of camping. On the way home I found out Billy was camping at Mansands so I plotted to go there if my plans fell through. Fortunately for both him and me, my plans stuck firm (even if Wade did bail) and I went camping with my dearest Kelly which was a lot of fun. A lot of chatting, and her doing the battery powered camping mistake, forgot a sleeping bag, so I ended up sleeping in what I was wearing then waiting for her to fall asleep and folding out the sleeping bag. It was rediculously cold. In the morning of Wednesday I awoke with the usual neckache that comes with sleeping in a tent on top of roots (AGAIN) We then folded up the tent, which was a lot harder than the illustrations had depicted, and walked to into Brixham to see a lass called Hannah. She gave me a hot shower, several cups of tea and a packet of bourbons. A success I'd say. That evening I went to Young Volunteers with the Wade children. This was, as usual, an entertaining evening, made a lot better when young Karys turned up. We created a compilation of the best moustaches and I drew Alan on a mini egg. Another success. I then stayed at Wade's and we watched the room. This film is the worst film ever, I would describe it as heroin. You hate it, you hate people on it, it's just downright dirty, then you try it and you're hooked. Well the film sounded terrible from what I had heard and it lived up to it's reputation but was so god damn awesome at the same time!! the terrible Camera work, the hilariously wooden acting, Tommy Wiseau's laughing, the way every sentance started with 'OH, Hi Mark'. I loved it! Thursday was also entertaining. Wade and Karys had a day to themselves, I believe they went to the beach. But whilst all that was happening me and Billy were playing some RTS game, which was a laugh. Oh and we had a mad cool tea party and watched Dragonball for far too long. That night I satyed at Wades (what a surprise). Friday was one of the funniest mornings I've ever had. Big G had the task of driving me ricky himself (duhh) and Ruffield all to Tom Crump's. Well, thanks to our combined intilect at the tie being minuscule, our knowledge of the surrounding area being crap and Wade's Mad Gay map drawing skills, such as lying about the where abouts of a certain double ring road, we got horribly lost and ended up in Torre somewhere. We rang Tom and he wasn't happy, we then drove to his instruction and ended up back at Torre station. This was all very hilarious but making no progress wasn't good, seeing as we were already late. After Tom calling us 'Big Stupid Plums' he then drove down to help us get back to his. Upon arrival we started on the 'Gypsy song' for which I wont go into. You'll have to buy our album to find out. After doing the vocals, well, me sleeping and the others singing, we left for our gig. This gig was a fund raiser for some guy. We were on first and upon arriving and sound checking we begun our gig to all of 3 people who wern't in the bands playing after us. Our music was good and it was still a good, if not quiet, atmosphere. After the gig I went with Ruffs and Mike to egt a drink, I ordered a Rattler, a lovely drink which may be a contender for my 'Tipple of choice' award. After a few of these and a few fags Take Me To The City were on. Now we've got to know them quite well recently and they are a bunch of ....really cool guys. They played their set to which everyone, appart from Ricky, danced to...thats right, even BigG!! this was all a laugh. Afterwards we begun the, what seemed like, illion mile walk to Wade's. By this time I was a wee bit tipsy and sand basically the whole way home. I was very excited as we'd all agreed to watch Inglorious Basterds which I've wanted to see for ages, but in true Graham Litt Fashion, I fell asleep. DON'T TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS!! Saturday was pretty basic. We all got up at ten to nine for some god forsaken reason, thus my constant yawning now. We ate and chatted for a while then went to the rugby club to collect our gear. After shifting it to the YES centre me Strutt and Ruffs begun our walk home. It was 500 yards down the line I decided that it was about time I stopped using my crutch. After a short pitt stop at Wade's in search of my muffins (which mysteriously went missing without me eating any of them) we began our walk home. Me, Strutt and Ruffs walked away singing the various Pokémon tunes we could remember. As we made our way down the back roads out of Brixham we accidentally ended up at Churston Court Inn. We all had a pint, Me Magners and the other two on Abbot, and e and Ruffs played Pokémon. After a very pleasant sit down we began walking again. We reached Squires and Strutt parted with us to make his own way home so there was only two. Naturally out came the Pokémon again, so we had an entertaining walk home, involving a hell of a lot of critical hits, Roar fails and anger. After leaving Brixham at 1 I walked into my house at 4. 3 hours from Brixham I hear you shout!! Well, we had a long pub stop, none of us had slept eaten or drank much that day and I'd only just come off crutches. Either way, a successful few days away, but my lovely bed tonight.

Nice to see you....Yes it is.

To Duffield.

I would text this, but i'm desperately low on credit.

One Beer please.

IS THIS BASS REALLY STRONG ENOUGH??

Yesterday was friday, which could only mean one thing in the world of music...PIGEONS ASSEMBLE!! unfortunately one's in bath and one has a case of man flu. This set us back some what so we ended up just working out some sick riffs. Whats new? I hear you shout. Well this time, guess who'd taken over the role of bassist. Thats right, you've guessed it, yours truely. We worked out many bass riffs and I practiced some of the ones the band already has. It was all really cool and we made some really good progress with Me Wade and BigG. We've managed to make the most awesome of riffs. Wade is always on beat, BigG is on and off and I'm off and on. Together it all sounds awesome! All together it was a great session and we even employed Jiminez Cricket as our drummer for the evening, proving to be both benificial and side splittingly funny.

Ouch bro!

Gentlemen....

Today started so badly, I actually managed to injure myself getting out of, no wait, whilst still in bed. I was dozing away, happy as a pig in poo when suddenly Mike, My friend, sends me a message on facebook. Due to me being a massive spaz and leaving the volume fully up, I awoke to a really loud pop. This made me wake up and look at the screen quick. Possibly too quick! As I turned I had managed to pull a muscle in my neck. This was seriously mad gay! (Ricky, we love you) It hurt like fuck and in my pain i ignored Mike and jumped in the shower, hoping that water had developed some excellent medicinal value. It hadn't, unfortunately. This was all pretty bad but what made it worse was the walk down to work.Normally I enjoy the walking with my mate James who has an amazing power to fall over at almost exacly the same point almost every day. But alas, he'd broken his ankle (yes, by falling over) so the whole way i was grumbling and moaning to myself, which if i'm honest, I quite enjoyed. When I got to work we had to go out to Pennine Drive. By this time it was hammering it down with rain. My gel went into my eyes and I was so cold I never noticed I had cut my hand open twice (not badly, but i'd usually spot it) then i did some work and there was this right bitch who made me stand there and listen to all this shit she was giving me just 'cos I was from a company she dislikes. so Yeah, there I am, back in the showroom making a small puddle of rain in the office. At this point my neck went all mad stiff and fucked me over some more. Suddenly I found myself looking sideways at everything, which evidently, wasn't as fun as it was for the first minute. After a short trip to my GP for some awesomely strong painkillers I was on my way. The pain killers did fuck all so I had a bath and some food and am now lying in bed, which is awesome.

Oh, and the worst thing was, all mike had to say was: 'YOU SMELL' then I assume he signed off before I could reply. Man this pain was worth it...

The year in a sum up.

Now I have had to consult the calender for this, as I think I've drunk too much in the mean time.

January: started well I must admit. Had a good start back at college and Battery Powered was really starting to come to shape (finally). We got a kick start With the room upstairs, a complete success in every way. I remember me and Wade saying 'LIVE GIGGING IS AWESOME' I must congratulate wade again!! And thus begins my epic adventure with the newest addition of ricky!!

February: After the RUS Battery Powered had a new gusto! With gigs coming up left right and centre we were really hard at work kicking more ass than usual. Of course now with the new help of our main man, Ricky. This was also the birth of the most famous of words, PINEHOUSE.

March & April: These months merge into one with me, as there's not much happening! Well, More Battery Powered gigs came about and went, all appart from the fucking Venue gig were a complete success! Our fan coverage was growing daily! It really did look like we'd take Torbay by storm!

May: May was shit

June: With my birthday on the horizon I was really buckling down on my course. It was only now I realise how much of a dick I was regarding course work so I started kicking some serious Public Services ring piece. On the actual day of my birthday I went away for a Marines Assault course day Fucking brilliant.

July: July was gig frenzy. It had only just sunk in I had less than two months left of Battery powered, and more importantly, two of my best mates. We started really killing it every friday. July also meant a severe amount of college work spaced over the first week. But then the summer holidays began ;)

August: Normally a favourite of mine! Again, more gigs! the best one being Katrina's Birthday, which was awesome! Although mum managed to ruin that one ¬¬. Yes, My year has mainly consisted of Battery Powered.

September: Our final month as Battery powered. This was truely emotional. many fridays I found myself pretty pissed off that they wouldn't be around anymore, yet this brang about a new prodigy: Ricky and the Pigeons. Although at this stage it was still a thought. I did enjoy James' and Ricky's enrolment into SDC, it does make it good to see them daily.

October: With battery powered gone, It was up to RATPACK to take over. The first few sessions were rocky, but fun. We also managed to recruit a member called DD. And then it's a different story for another time

November: Unproductive as a whole. But it saw some good RATPACK times.

December: Bye Bye DD. That has left RATPACK without a singer, but fear not, we shall bounce back. This also meant christmas. The build up of which I don't enjoy. the day itself was pretty basic as far as Christmas goes. New years was amazing at the Bowers. Good to see Alan again!

That was my year. Pretty band related. Pretty basic.

For Alan.

I've been told to blog more often, and I considered it. And I have decided, after conferring with my scientists that it is medically fine to resume blogging. Well, I'm gunna say it, we all think it. We miss you Alan and Jamie! Alan, for starters, wtf are you doing in Aberdeen? I mean, Durham was passable, Bath was even better, but fucking Aberdeen, i fail to see how you could be further away from us without swimming. I want you to not miss Room Upstairs 2! and I want to see you over the christmas period (lol, period) As for you Jamie, you have ponced your way to Bath and now you've taken to rub it in my face everytime you eat something interesting, well, my diets not so interesting, so stop doing it.

But, to be fair, I really do miss you guys.

This was all said in the most manly of ways.