Ask anything, I’m a copy-cat too.

It seems to be the latest trend to setup a form on formspring and have people ask questions, or tell you things anon. As I flooded everyone on Twitter, I thought I’d shove all the Q&A into here too.

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1. Q: “How large is too large?” A: 8/9″
2. Q: “Ever felt a ladies boob?” A: Yes, @Tooory has a lovely pair.
3. Q: “would you ever date michael jackson?” A: Not really into dead guys (sorry, Michael!).
4. Q: “Would you ever consider a huggle?” A: Why yes, yes I would
5. Q: “how long does it take you to be comfortable around a complete stranger?” A: A complete stranger, about a week, but less if we’ve spoken.
6. Q: “Do you wanna H5 @Tarastaunton :D” A: OF COURSE!
7. Q: “Would you rather sleep with a homeless guy or a rich woman?” A: The homeless guy can shower at mine first, then we can sleep, THAT’S ALL
8. Q: “who do you have a crush on, on twitter?” A: Hm…I dunno, @duncn, @charlotteis, @Tooory, @FlorenceRasin@steinhardt and @Leydon are cool.
9. Q: “do you believe in love?” A: ‘Course I do, Cher x
10. Q: “Blue Tit or regular, flesh-coloured tit? Hey-Oh!” A: Flesh, the blue ones make such a racket BANG BANG I WANNA KILL THEM.
11. Q: “Spit or swallow?” A: Gonna say spit, though I may change my mind at the time.
12. Q: “Have you ever watched Naruto? If not, why not? If you have, BADASS, amirite?” A: Sorry, Oscar!
13. Q: “muscled guys or chubby guys?” A: NEITHER, Twinks please ;D
14. Q: “what’s a twink? I feel so stupid” A: http://bit.ly/18OE8v
15. Q: “Who would you rather sleep with? Johnny Depp or Colin Farrell?” A: COLIN FARRELL COLIN FARRELL COLIN FARRELL COLIN FARRELL

I’m a Loser

Disregarding the fact I couldn’t even organise sex in the backroom of a gay nightclub there are a numerous number of reasons why I am in fact a total loser.

1. I pretend I’m in a music video - There have been several occasions when I have pretended that I am not only some kind of megamusicman® but that I am also starring in my own music video, usually when I’m suffering from sleep depravation and a funky 80s track comes on my iPod.
2. I can’t sleep if it’s silent - I dunno why this is and I should probably just take sleeping pills, but I just cannot sleep if it’s silent i.e. without music, a podcast or something.
3. I host a cooking show when I’m making shizzle - I totally stole this from Riley, but I also do it. Whenever I’m alone and I find myself cooking I pretend I’m hosting some kind of cooking show, with instructions et cetera.
4. I shout at the TV - This is totally irrational and it usually happens when the Royal Family or Gordon Brown comes on the news but I do it to an extreme degree.
5. My love life doesn’t exist - I know I’m gonna get shot down for this but fuck it. I’ve never been with anyone.
6. I talk to myself when sat on the toilet - I think this is probably to help me think about things. Some people read things on the toilet (HELLO, HYGENE!) but that’s just disgusting. I think, but usually that involves me talking to myself — whisper actually.
7. I can’t go in public - Kind of a gross one but we were talking about toilets. I find it IMPOSSIBLE to go to the loo when I’m in public. It can be the nicest toilet in the world, and there can be nobody around but I still won’t go. *Shrugs*
8. I have no life - This is obvious, but if you’re reading this you don’t either. I’m spending my Saturday night writing a blog post about things that mean nothing to nobody — exciting.
9. I own a Charlotte Church song - Please, don’t judge me. I was young (12), naïve, I didn’t know what I was doing and she suckered me in with her flat voice and terrible lyrics; I know that now.
10. I listen to music to make myself cry - I don’t know. Sometimes I just get in a mood where there is nothing I want to do more than cry my eyes out and feel sorry for myself. Music people commit suicide to and is listen all around by wrist-slashers and self-harms is good, but I generally find a little Bic Runga, or dare I say it James Blunt (that’s like old skool now).

Bloody Organisation

Now, before you judge me I would like to say that I am usually a very organised person. I don’t think I’ve been late to anything more than three times, which if you ask me I’d say is good going. This however, is a story of how I can easily fuck things up.

“Due to this status as Mr. Bigshot-City…”

I live in the not so fabulous city of Bristol, which if your geography is terrible or you live in another country, is in the west of England. London seems to be the place to be. I can’t see this myself. I mean, who wants to live in a highly congested, highly polluted, and highly expensive city — lots, that’s who. Due to this status as Mr. Bigshot-City, EVERY-SINGLE-TWEETUP seemed to take place in there, much to my hate.

Let’s Do This Thing!

It was in the insane Skype chat that had been going on for a few weeks that the subject of tweetups cropped up. Some idiot organised one during school and working hours, when neither he or anyone else could go (I think only two showed up in the end). I thought that a tweetup should be in Bristol, just because. An obvious location for this kinda nerdy shizzle seemed to be The Watershed. I emailed them (I’m really not a talk-on-the-phone kinda guy, maybe that’s a social defect but I don’t care) to find that they want £TOOMUCH.

They did however forward me to Pervasive Media Studio, where I spoke to Genevieve (I say spoke to when I really mean typed to). Gotta bring me on biccys and cake but it’s all organised for the 24th [Friday]. I setup a twtvite to track who is coming et cetera. Most of the people I wanted to come, were.

“Shit!”

‘Awesome!’ I thought. Well, that was when it all start to go a little…Erm…Shit. I suppose it was a little unfair of me to expect people who live farther than London to come to a meetup some two-hundred miles away in Bristol. Anyhoo, Angelique and Jack said they couldn’t make and Charlotte was having some doubts about coming, it wasn’t until this week that she booked her tickets.

This is also the week that I got my first job at Sainsbury’s but I’ll talk about that in later. It is how relevant to this story, a little. My first shift is this Friday, 10:30 - 2:30, bang in the middle of Tweetup West — looks like I’m gonna be missing it, this is just how bad my organisation is.

I’m not worried about missing it all too much if I’m honest; I just worry that Charlotte will be okay. She’s never been to Bristol before and Chris can’t make it so she’ll be all alone when she come in to Temple Meads at 12:30 this Friday. Thankfully Kurt, Oscar, and possibly Tory will be there to meet her and then I can meet up with them at Tweetup West when I arrive.

Ho hum.