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Check those bad boys out! Pulled them out from my garden when I got home from work. There’s Courgette, Strawberries, Sweetcorn and Tomatoes!

I had had a post written for today, but I decided to pull it last night. It was one of those posts I’d written a while back when I was going through my jilted dick head phase and ended up writing about 50 pages of ranty angst. I’ll post them some other time.

Let me tell you about my weekend. My weekend was amazing! I haven’t had a weekend like that in a long time! Saturday started off really badly with the buses. Apparently it’s acceptable to put a piece of paper up on the bus stop in the rain telling people the bus stop has moved… but still keeping the electronic ones on telling you that the bus is in 2 minutes at that stop! Anyway, I think I broke my drinking record. The most I’ve ever had is 15 pints in 1 night, but the most cans I drank in one night are about 8. I had around 11 cans and 2 glasses of wine! F*ckin’ WIN!!!

Sunday saw me and Mr Simon head to Hooters for the BBQ. It’s a shame the weather wasn’t so great, but it was still a good day out!

This week’s looking like a great week as well. Pub tomorrow night. Curry/Pub on Thursday, and pub again on Friday with work.

Gym’s kind of taken a back seat at the minute. Last week I was quite bad with hayfever, and my legs are absolutely killing me at the minute. I ended up walking 4 miles home on Saturday night. I stupidly got off the bus when I shouldn’t have. It’s my ankles and shins that are causing me trouble and I feel like I’ve got Cankles at the minute!

I might struggle to make a video in the week this week, but I’ll try and post one on Saturday if I can. I’ve got an idea of what I want to do, and it may take me most Saturday to do it. So I’m glad I’ll have a full day to do it. I’ve got 6 subscribers so far, which I’m really happy about! So if you’re coming here from YouTube, many thanks for subscribing!

It’s Friday! 1


Awesome! I love Fridays.

The thing I love most about Fridays is that you don’t have to worry about getting up early the next morning. There’s nothing better than that feeling on a Saturday morning when you realise you don’t have to get up 🙂

I’ve got a great weekend planned. Picnic and drinks at a mate’s house tomorrow, and maybe going to the Hooters BBQ on Sunday!

Haven’t been to the Gym at all this week. My hayfever got really bad at the weekend and I kind of knackered my lungs coughing. Thought I’d give myself a week off and let them recover. Back to the Gym next week though 🙂 To make the most of my week off, I’ve ordered myself a massive pizza from Pizza Hut!

Hooters! 0


Right! I’m off to Hooters!

I love Hooters! Forget the fact that all the waitresses are all attractive, ample chested women, the food is actually pretty good and the beer is a lot better than most places. I work right near it, and if I wasn’t dieting and lived closer, I think I’d be in there most days!

I don’t care about my diet today. I was going to use Hooters as a treat after I’d lost a load of weight, but balls to it, why not?!

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The Horn in Hand 0


There’s nothing sadder than saying goodbye to one of your childhood friends. Someone who’s always been there for you, and always welcomed you into their home with a ketchup flavoured warm beer, and an undercooked chicken burger. I’m not exactly painting a very good picture of the Horn in Hand here, but this is exactly why I loved it.

Yes, the beer wasn’t the best, and the chicken in the chicken burgers was questionable, but we all loved it and wouldn’t have changed it for the world… like a granddad with tourettes.

The floor was always sticky, and trampy students had wrecked the place countless times over the years, but it’s a pub that’s always had a cracking atmosphere and a charm that you just can manufacture. It’s kind of like a rubbish car that looks horrible and breaks down regularly, but you just can’t bear to sell it.

Here are my Highs, Lows and Best and Worst memories of the pub.


First visit in 2003. The Horn was the first pub, other than the local ones I’d been going to since I were born, that I properly went to. I was 16 and out with a bunch of people after finishing my GCSEs. On this occasion, we thought we’d chance it as their were no doorman on the doors. I couldn’t believe it when all of us got served! From then on we’d go 2-3 times a week because we knew we could get served there. This was just before pubs properly started asking for ID if you looked under 25 and if we went in now at the age of 16, we wouldn’t stand a chance of getting served. The ironic thing is that I get ID’d more now than I ever did back then.

I’ll always remember this day and I’ll always remember that first pint of Carling.

17th Birthday Party. I had my 17th Birthday party at the Horn in Hand! Looking back now, that was really cheeky of us, but it was a good laugh. I was one of the older ones as well!


Being barred. A mate of mine got involved in a scuffle with one of the bouncers in 2006 because he wasn’t drinking fast enough. After the bouncer forcibly ejected him from the bar, the manager at the time came outside and told him he was barred. I was standing to the side and watched it all happen, and I stupidly asked very sheepishly “Am I barred too?”, too which he replied, “Yeah you’re barred too!”. He then said that we were barred for as long as the current management team was there. The funny thing is that I went back about a month later and was served by the same guy. I guess he’d forgotten, but to be fair I’d not done anything wrong. I got barred by osmosis.

Being made redundant. A few old staff members may remember a young man in a suit who would sit in there most afternoons reading the job sections and drinking coffee. I’d not long lost my job as a programmer and I was in town most days looking for jobs, or having interviews at job agencies. I’d always wear a suit, just in case something came up. I’d stop off in the Horn for a coffee while I read the paper. You can’t beat a cup of coffee for a quid! Alright it was served in someone else’s private mug, but for a quid I hardly expect them to roll out their best silverware! This was a low as I was out of work and struggling for money, but I knew the pub was always there if I needed it.

Best memories:

St. Patrick’s day 2007. We didn’t start the day at the Horn as it was shut when we got into town at 9am! We started the day at Langtrys and had about 3 pints in there before moving to the Horn when it opened at 11am. By about 11:30am, we’d all got Guinness hats! We left at around 2 to go to Hooters, but went back to the Horn to round off the evening. All in all, I think I’d had about 18 pints of the black stuff!

My first lock in. A couple of the guys who worked there were mates with some of our mates at the time. One night after a Deftones gig, they decided to have a lock in. It was awesome. About 7 of us with the pub to ourselves, bin bags stuffed down the pockets of the pool table so we could play for free all night, £1 a pint, and whatever we wanted on the big screen. Awesome.

Worst memories:

Someone shat in the urinal and blocked it up. It was starting to overflow and people were getting piss all over their shoes. Martin was given the job of unblocking it… his chosen implement; a fork. He assured me he was going to bin the fork afterwards, but I’ve not used a fork in there ever since just in case.

I’ll miss the Horn when it’s gone. I know that a new Scream bar will be opening up in the SpeakEasy, but it’s not the same. It’ll just ruin two perfectly good pubs to make way for another Scream bar. I didn’t go to the Horn because it was a Scream bar, I went because it was the Horn.

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