Been a While

So Christmas is over, it was over for me at the end of boxing day, don't know about you guys.
As those who know me err...know, I only get festive 3 days of the year; xmas eve, the day and boxing day. Before and after that is regular old Jack.
Roll on NYE, God knows I could do with a new year, this one's been SHIT.

Phew.
That took a while.
Printing all these bad boys off soon, a collaboration of the highs, lows and highlighs (get the pun?) of my hair over the past years.
Above is the current version.

BLONDE (yellow)

Yes, December's Woman of the Month is Amber Heard.
Look at her and disagree.

Woman of the Month

Ok I know I've been a bit sloppy and late with woman of the month.
But it's back!
For those of you who are new, Woman of the Month is generally never given to the girl who's in the public eye at the moment. Rhianna, for example, will probably never grace this award. Shame.
Now December was a close call. Overshadowed by messrs Downey jnr and Law, Rachael MacAdams was considered as she's a supporting character in the new Sherlock Holmes flick.
The other contender for the award was Amber Heard, co-star to Nicolas Cage in another Nicolas Cage film I refused to see on the grounds that Nicolas Cage is in it.
Obvious really.
After much deliberating and careful...studying...of both women, I settled on a winner.

Hair

So after a fair bit of pain and a lot of sitting around with my head feeling like it was on fire, I am finally blonde.
Well, yellow.
But it's not ginger!
I'm pretty impressed actually, can't wait for it to grow out a bit and look like it did over Summer before I chopped it all off.
That was a bad move.
In other news I'm going to get shitfaced tonight with the old gang, if you're privileged enough to be reading this then expect some sort of drunk text tonight/early hours of the morning.
When the government says young people are drinking too much and when there was the big underage drinking thing a few years back, we all looked at it like 'we don't drink THAT much.'
Then we realised that we are that 10%, we drink too much, smoke too much, take too many drugs and have lots of lovely drunk sex.
Wouldn't change it for the world aha.
Peace, love, gin.
Jack.

In other news

quit smoking last week and it's gone pretty well!
Well, cracked last Tuesday (was drunk, in company of gin and other gin-heads).
And OK I'm allowing myself to smoke when I'm pissed.
That's allowed?
And maybe I had one or two to send me to sleep last week.
Big deal.
Either these little evils or I go back to 20-a-day.
I know which I'd prefer.
And I managed to outrun every fucker at football today.
Till my knee gave out.
Then that dodgy ligament from a couple of years ago.
Ah well
Ageing bodies an all that jazz.

Oh my god. God literally.
In Gin form.
Tanqueray is my idol.

Soooooo

I went blonde again today.
Or at least tried to. I've ended up ginge. Tomorrow brings more hair dye.
In other news I'm in my hometown right now, it's pretty chill, spent every day in the pub and I believe it's Venuesday today/night which should be fun, getting trashed with the old crew again at one of Manchester's premier GENUINE indie clubs, not like 5th ave which panders to the charts and the dub-fiends (sers, who goes to an indie club wired!?)
Dub in 5th is shoddy, it's full of chino wankers with their top buttons standing to attention, their barbour jackets waxed to the nines and toms glistening in the uv glow.
Makes me sick.
You want to walk into a nightclub where no-one cares what you look like but you still have a chance of pulling in?
42s, Venue or South.
Fuck the Ritz haha (except for propaganda, it's well sick.)
Scratch that, anything in Ritz is chlamydia.

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Decided against the whole Topic of the week thing.

Smoking in cars will carry on-illegal or not.

The End. :D

This week's hot topic

Ok, the last time I had a blog (many moons ago), I'd justify keeping a blog by having some sort of regular posting habits.

As you may have seen, there is a 'Woman of the Month', an accolade given to (usually) a very pretty girl in the world of celebrity.

Other than that I thought I'd give my view on something once, twice, however many times a week. Not that anyone will read it, as I am my only follower. Ho-hum.

This week I'll be (largely) ranting and trying to understand the logic behind the proposal to ban smoking in cars.

The reasons for starting smoking, in the eyes of the government, are not all that varied. All the 'major causes' seem to point towards one or more influential figures picking up a fag and sparking up. In our parent's time, it was films, then it was our parents, then it was peer pressure. Strange how the world of nicotine promotion has moved down the glamour chain to our mates, huddled round one cig taking a drag each.

Well, the first time I smoked this wasn't really the case. School skiing trip, year 8. Thought some guys in the year above were pretty cool, they asked if I wanted a cig, I said yes. The rest is mucous cough.

Then there were house parties. Booze was hard enough to come by, you'd get that 'OK I know you're 15/16/17 and you're having a better time tonight than I am so I'll let you off' look from the cashier, and then when you open your mouth 'and err ten...' you get the death stare. The kind of stare people abandon their children and run from. I'll try the next shop. Then you got to the party and you were handing cigs out left, right, centre, everyone wants a piece of this! The same people who tell you you smell when you sit near them after tanning a quick fag on the back field then going into lesson. Wasn't actually illegal in them days, just school-rules illegal.

So, brief history there. Will be resumed tomorrow probably.

Signing out for the night (early morning)

Peace, love, potato cakes.

Top: Another Leeds group pic. Also the hideous coat I stole, which, according to the label inside, was made from '100% Llama'. Curious.

Middle: Me and Kieran

Bottom: Running out of beer money, I resorted to earning myself a beer. In fact, I managed to earn a beer and my bus fare home. Priorities? Sorted.

November's 'Woman of the Month' award goes to Christina Perri.

Could explain why, thought this picture was a better explanation.

So, Blog...

I'm a bit new to blogs. Which is why I've gone for a lovely stock background.

I'm not sure what everyone else uses a blog for (although I remember one that charted sex scenes from films) but I'm gonna be using this as a kinda sounding board for whatever comes through my head that I think will be worth reading.

Who knows, I may even be famous one day.

I'm Jack, I'm an English student at Sheffield Hallam (proven scientifically that English students have better sex). I, like most students, like music and drinking. 5 tattoos (and counting), none of which have any significant or tribute/mourning based meaning. They're just there.

Have fun, be in bed by 9, don't tell your mum and stay classy.

(L-R) Chief, Creamer, Steve, me, Andy, Mike (Standing).

My American Friend Steve on his last day in England before he went home. Also the last time I was pictured with blond hair :o