jayseven

Oh! You tried the Fox And Duck? I think it's opposite that safeway/iceland/whatever - can't remember precisely, it was dark and i was already drunk, but I remember it having a nice atmosphere. The Harlequin is off corporation street across the river near castlegate, and a nice tucked-away place. That's where the chess club is that I went to a piss-poor once. Fagans does the best pub food ever, The Fat Cat and Sheaf View are sister pubs to Dev Cat - so you have the quality real ales and ciders the cat has but without the overcrowded loudness. The Dog and Partridge is behind west street. An intimidating irish pub that has lots of charm. All those are probably too quiet for your taste -- but The Shakespeare is really the place to be for all the cool kids. Live music is always reliable there. I'm very bored, hence the useless effort to make this post that you'll never need/use. I've not even described them well, but in effect they're the best pubs I've been to in sheff. Dan, the local boy, would probably have better suggestions. I'll go now.

I've not been to The York, (and I don't know whereabouts you live, but) presumably you know the Harley near uni? The dead-good pubs are all away from town centre - unless you count the dog and partridge. Today sucks. Internet is rubbish - I can't even watch House :'( ninjaedit: Day just got a bit better - the big meal I thought I'd be missing tonight in sheffield has been put back to a time that I can make! Straight from the coach station to Aagrah's for my share of a whole stuffed lamb. http://www.aagrah.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=37&Itemid=49 YUM!

So who wants to do my homework for me? Do a word-association experiment to see how your subjects' mental lexicons are organised. Actually I might just do it myself - it seems quite fun.

As I say, it's multiple instances in multiple threads. I just need to chill. Got a train down to brighton yesterday. Went to visit someone in rehab. because all-too-aware that I probably need to book myself a month there, only - lols - I can't afford it. Went to the Pav Tav with my old mate, met a couple more dudes there and bumped into a few old skoolers and familiar faces, which is always nice. Went upstairs to Guerilla Rocks, which was shite. I mean, back when it was The Pit it was so-shit-it's-good, but now it's trying to be all trendy. It's a caricature of a turd. With crap for testicles. Or something. A subsiding hangover and a faltering friend means today is pretty grey and deserted, for now. I've booked my coach home tomorrow (wee 7 hours on a bus), and I... words fail me. I want to be home, playing my xbox, because I have nothing to do here until 7.30 tonight. But once I get home I'll just want to be back here. It's not really a holiday or anything, either, as it's such a brief break - if anything I'm just gonna feel more knackered and broken. *sings smallville theme*

My dad just told me Flashforward is based on a book..? He says he's stopped reading it as it may spoil the show. Who knew?

Oh, it wasn't directed at you or your post, EEVs.

I'm in that mood where I keep typing out a reply to a thread, then just hitting Back on the browser because I realise I'm being offensive/cynical/a dick/angry. Done it about four times with this post. Nobody cares so it's ok.

I think he's already left, guys.

EDIT: found an interesting wiki article thing that suggests "Here in Belgium, cider is always stocked on retailers' shelves with sparkling wine, never with beer." Perhaps try looking there. Then four different bottles will do fine for you :P

Do you have Ikea? They sell cider in cans there. Besides, I'm pretty sure Jacques is a Belgian cider, too. Plus it's certainly not impossible to find cider anywhere in the world. As for the lack of argos - guess you'll just have to do every other bish :P

Ha! I moved it - though mostly because you'd get more attention with the thread here :P Plus - no.

Can I hax lift plox? Wales is cool by me. I got relatives there - plus some mates are arranging a trip to that Book Shop Town place near the border. There was one new one, and four "new and used" when I made that link...

You can get cider in cans if you are wiley enough about it :P I suppose you can do an equivalent for the GMTV and Tesco ones - and Argos one if you have something similar? (see flink for details)

If you've only had it 5 months, don't you have a guarentee?

Amazon! ya

dyson; i'd love to! ... But, er, only if you think you can wait at least a week? I think I'm rapidly making the game worse for myself...

I don't think I've ever been on a date (knowingly) - if I had to choose between two people, I could imagine it would tear my mindstrings apart. If there is no clear answer now, then simply don't force one route or another - see how each 'date' plays out, and fingers crossed you'll have the choice made for you!

I had all results except one (which I think I won :P) - but I think Cube PM'd them to me, and they're totally not in my inbox.

Schweeet - Episodes from Liberty City arrived today! ... So now I have five games to steal my attention with :P I'm still getting through Dead Space, on chapter 10, and will probably play through on the easy difficulty to try and max some stats/achievement hunt. Tempted to do it all with just the 'pistol', but I've not even bought half the guns so that'd mean doing that on a third playthrough... Not sure if I have the energy. Installed the Fallout 3 DLC... and was a) vastly overwhelmed with the game, as I've not played it for months, and b) completely confused with where my character was, and what I was doing. I'm scared - which order should I play them in?

This week's new challenge! Shorty'll recognise this as a task we were set in our creative writing class a couple of years ago. Your piece must be about the view from a window. I'll post my shoddy efforts from the actual class if I can actually find it. It's not going to be too constrained this week - but try to keep it short, because we all know everyone on the internet has ADHD. (also - if you are posting something, then it would be good etiquette to have a go at analysing the piece previous to yours)

But it's only an N-E meet group-picture without me, innit. I'll no doubt try and make it whenever it is.

Aw, did I miss out on the whole vocab argument? Well I guess I've said it all before. Just to play devil's advocate (you wanna be satan or beelzebub, Paj?), but everyone here has a 'flavour' of post. I always notice my own recurring words, and often that of others. I'm sure we once had a thread/game where you had to write a 'typical' post of another forumite/the poster above. Someone who had a go as 'me' mostly mentioned the colour purple and the word 'teh'. -- My day is an ellipsis - awaken, play Dead Space, go to work, come back, play Dead Space, sleep. The upward part of the curve was spent hungover, so the downward shall be spent drinking. PS - awkward thought of the day; some girl at work smells horny.

Ashley's visiting Sheff in mid-january, so that would be a good period for a sheff/up north meet. I'd love to go to any meet as y'all are an interesting bunch of people, so make up your mind for a date already.

Eenuh; I wouldn't equate a pet bird and a grandmother to being a balanced dilemma. If the trend continues then you may yet face milder losses. Like a tooth. Or maybe a favourite jumper. Bard; yeah, that sucks. You must be rubbish, I guess. Or maybe too sober, or too happy? I've had that problem for ages now, but I've definitely not been much of either of those, so if you find out, let me know. I think I'm meant to be angry, but there's not enough energy in it. Definitely some self-absorbed emo shit going on right here, though. It's like some Greatest Hits(!) night at the self-esteem factory. I'm surrounded by sleep but I'm not allowed to dream! Sick and tired of all this matter-of-fact-ery that follows me so well, and knows the pattern I dwell in -- it always gets there first, and lets all the worst thoughts straight in. It's supposed to be a surprise party tonight! All these images and demons hiding out of sight, behind sofas, under tables, having a lark, sharpening their teeth as I *click* swing the door open, drop my keys, and enter the dark. The regrets never go away. They get painted with the bright colours I tend to keep in my ash tray - the painter isn't me - now that would be cheating. I'd say the artist is someone who never had a chest that was beating. No doubt a certain flair for pinpointing the worst mistakes - the stupidest decisions that I'll ever make - are tied and knotted to anything that went wrong, even if they happened in someone else's song. The lack of ability to rough, edit, and draft - not just my own writing, but those things in my heart. The idea that I'm supposed to just go with the flow, that there's some sort of ka, or God, always in the know, who doesn't want me to ruin the show - who isn't the devil, with a match, ready to go - there isn't one fate, and most definitely not another to avoid, or steer towards, to run to or take cover from... that all there is is... all that, there. Up and down, every silence, each stare. Nonsense creeps in like an elephant on glass. A last chance to forgive myself if I pretend it was all farce. Two.

You don't look half as silly as the dude in drag. Congrats on being a finalist! That is pretty cool!