November 1st 2004
New month, new poll, new Tesco record - 3am.
This morning I got Free As A Bird from eBay, a Beatles single that was released in 1995 (I think) as part of the Anthology series. Somehow, it didn't get to number one - it's not that it's fantastic (although it is good, if poor sound quality), it's just I'd have thought the millions of Beatles fans would have relished it. To explain, the three Beatles who were alive at the time played and sang over a John Lennon demo tape, which a sound editor made sound reasonable. In other news, Dave Jones today parted company with Wolves: I have to say it's been coming a long time, and I'm not exactly heartbroken. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.
November 8th 2004
Woo! Happy birthday to me. Well, it was yesterday, anyhow. Also came back from the CU Houseparty yesterday: both excellent. Why are all my messages so short nowadays?
As predicted a while ago, posting have somewhat dried up as of late. What can I say, we nineteen year olds have busy, hectic lives. But I think I ought to say a bit more about the CU Houseparty - first of all, it wasn't really houseparty, since there was no alcohol, and no dancing into the early hours, but there was a lot of prayer, praising, singing, playing games - weird and not so weird (including table-tennis until both balls broke... and for a little while after that) - all in all, it was great. Imaginary football has to be seen to be believed (perhaps a little more about that later... but most likely not). It was a great spiritual experience for me, and one that I hope will stay with me, rather than fade with time. As I may have mentioned, I was a small discussion group leader, and we looked at sections of Revelation (the last book of the Bible). This went better than expected, and we unearthed some interesting points. Of course, yesterday was my birthday, and it was pretty cool. From the guys whom I went with, I received some large furry slippers (there was a wolf connection) and balloons, of which I now have none, since they were seen as public property... wah... Those of you who have frequented that weird badger website will be delighted to hear that Becky (who was 20 yesterday) and myself were treated to a rendition of 'happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy birthday! birthday!' by the kitchen staff. I went home on a minibus rather than on the coach, because Chris asked me if I'd come with them and help unpack the PA equipment, and since my natural reaction is to say yes when people ask for help, I arrived an hour later than anyone else. David made us a curry, which was excellent, and we had a small birthday cake that Mum sent (19.5 candles, the average age of Becky and myself) and some balloons, so I didn't go without. We then played a weird card game, and later Richard and I played our traditional games of late-night Fluxx (a fantastic card game... although he is beating me of late). I also spoke to Simon during the day - incidentally, I had to put up with only a few 'when's his birthday' and 'how old is he?' 'jokes' this year - and apparently he'd also been on a CU houseparty last weekend. Sweet. Anyways, that's about it for today. Laters.
November 10th 2004
A week or so ago, a friend from the corridor said to me; "You're really funny, but you look sullen all the time." (I paraphrase slightly). Regardless of your views on the former statement, only my [wonderful] mother - 'you have a lovely smile' - could disagree with the latter. And I've been thinking about this... I try to make jokes more often than most people do, which is usually seen as a defence mechanism, yada yada yada, but when you tell jokes, it is important that you don't crack up with laughter half-way through. Therefore, I guess I have subconciously schooled myself not to laugh when I think things are funny - even when I hear something that I think is hilarious, I sometimes don't laugh, leading people to think I didn't find it funny (although when something is very funny and catches me surprise, I do laugh... in fact, Richard claimed a small victory in the fact that I laughed while watching Shaun of the Dead). Whereas it is a useful ability for stand-up comedians - particularly Jack Dee - a permanent expression of depression can lead people who don't know me very well to think I am depressed. Luckily for me, there's a guy in my 10.25 group who looks equally mournful for much of the time, but is funny, so I have something to aspire to.
By the way, the poll a couple of weeks ago "Do you care about my views on Chandler, Neighbours or Star Wars?" had the highest number of votes yet. Which means there was a lot of multi-voting... but not enough, as the results show.
November 12th 2004
It appears that Geocities has done some very strange things to their web pages, and I can only apologise for this. Every link you click on will open in a new page (with ads) unless I add some html code that was previously unnecessary. It would be the work of many hours to do this for every link on my site, but I will try and achieve it with the most commonly used links. Hopefully Geocities will solve the problem shortly... but I wouldn't bank on it.
November 15th 2004
The purpose of last week's poll (what day is it?) was to find out how many people lie on Crazy Diary Poll Man (at least, that was a reason). For instance, if on Monday there were votes for any other day, I can tell people were lying - and it seems that, on what was rather a dull topic, people didn't lie - although I do suspect multi-voting. Perhaps. Anyways, I went home last weekend, which was nice... of which, perhaps more later. But not today. In other news, Band Aid 20 sounds good, even if a large number of contributors are rubbish (Busted, Jamilia, The Darkness, Sugarbabes are the worst in reverse order) - Macca's there, though, on his bass guitar, so all is well.
November 17th 2004
Last weekend, while home, I went to see Bridget Jones's Diary 2 with the family. Okay, BJD1 was a chick flick, but better than most (especially the ongoing references to Pride and Prejudice). Anyways, I'm sure Renee Zellweger (pronounced Zell-wegger by everyone including herself, pronounced Tzel-vaeger by me and me alone) wasn't that fat last time... I remember people tripping over each other to proclaim that she looked much better with a bit of weight on her, and shouldn't all models eat doughnuts, but they were (of course) wrong. Renee looks much better in impossibly-thin Hollywood mode (see Empire Records, Me, Myself & Irene). Where was I? The film BJD2 ran something like an extended soap opera, which meant that it was impossible to take seriously - a pity, since some of the scenes would have been quite moving if I could take them seriously. And although I can't compete with Mum in these stakes, Colin Firth is probably among my favourite (male) actors, although I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's because of his Mr. Darcy, perhaps it's because he's called Colin, perhaps it's because of the glint in his eye when he smiles - who knows? All in all, he's up there in the list somewhere below Matthew Perry and Michael J. Fox. The soundtrack to BJD1 was excellent, I'm told by Simon, but despite this it was quite good. The soundtrack to BJD2 was not: there were a couple of good songs, but they weren't recorded in the last decade: possibly because there are no good bands or singers around now. Okay, that's a sweeping statement: there are some survivors (U2, REM, Oasis), some good newcomers (Coldplay, perhaps Keane) and some people with good voices (Kate Miller, Ronan Keating (yes... so what?)) but most of what's out there is total tripe. Pop music has been in a horrendous stage for several years - although complaining about manufactured pop is cliched, it's still valid, and other bands like Korn, Slipknot, Sum 41 etc and not good, despite what people say. And The Darkness... I ask you. Which brings me back to BJD2, since they tried to recreate the (very funny) fight scene from the original, and it suffered by comparison (The Darkness was playing in the background, which was the link). So, all in all, BJD2 was okay, but not as good as BJD1. And I've professed a liking for Colin Firth and Ronan Keating. Finally, on this, is Jamie Cullum, whose version of Everlasting Love was rubbish, because he is rubbish. Ignore the hype: he should be getting a few housepoints for his music, not adulation from the masses. In brother news, I went to see Simon's room at Oxford at the weekend, which was nice, even if he forgot the name of one of the people on his corridor while introducing me. And there was a girl called Martha, who'd never heard of Martha My Dear by the Beatles - astounding. Actually, yes... since I've spent much of the above lambasting modern music, maybe I should put forward my ha'penny-worth on music, since I know you're all on tenterhooks (what are tenterhooks? One for Brewer's, Dad). Other than the Beatles, I own albums by Jeff Beck, Jackson Browne, Coldplay, Sheryl Crowe, Bob Dylan, Eagles, George Harrison, Michael Jackson, Manic Street Preachers, Paul McCartney & Wings, Wayne Newton, Oasis, Police, REM, Stereophonics, Texas, U2, Verve. Send criticism to the usual address. Any comments reading 'Doug loves Jamie Cullum' will be summarily removed.
November 18th 2004
First of all, an apology. Sort of. There are errors in getting to this site, and I'm pretty sure it's geocities messing up. If you've got this far, you may well not have experienced problems, but you probably have in the past or will in the future. Basically, refreshing the page sometimes helps: hopefully the problems will be solved by geocities soon anyhow. In other news, I watched the England match yesterday, and was astonished by how childish Wayne Rooney is - Sven had to substitute him in the 42nd minute because he'd have surely been sent off before half-time if not. He'd already committed at least three bookable offences, of which the referee had only punished one with a yellow card. For pushing over the keeper. How stupid do you have to be to push over the goalkeeper, especially when the ball's going out of play anyway? The second half was exceedingly boring, so I'll skate over it. Jmeas Sotct wulod lkie it kownn taht he sptoetd two spleilng erorrs on tihs pgae ytedsarey (I've since changed them).
November 19th 2004
So I gave up waiting for Geocities to sort out the problems with my site, and moved my diary and SCB to a new address. Also at Geocities... so it's only a matter of time. I haven't worked out what the problem was before, and I don't think I will work it out. Hopefully it'll be sorted some day. Anyways, to get to this page, go to www.StephScully.co.uk and click on the link at the bottom of the page.
November 20th 2004
I think I wrote about it at great length last time, but I went to see Spider-man 2 at the Student Cinema here last night, and it was still great. Kirsten Dunst's last line, 'Go get 'em, tiger' is still the sexiest I have ever heard in a film, and almost makes the DVD a worthwhile purchase by itself. Luckily, the rest of the film is great too, so the DVD's a worthwhile purchase in any case. A DVD case, preferably. Sorry. I'm not sure how many people will have been able to locate this page, so if you have, can you let other people know if they also frequent my diary, because they'll be stuck in an endless mire of refreshing on crazysnakeman otherwise. Today I'm going to Liverpool, the home of music, for Christine's baptism, which should be great. There was something else I wanted to say, but I can't remember what it is. Er... the first anniversary of this diary is coming up reasonably soon, so I may well make a specially large poll to celebrate it... perhaps one that isn't even multiple choice! Wow.
November 22nd 2004
Today's entry is brought to you by The Times. On the front page a week or so ago, was the news that expelled students would not all get shunted into rubbish schools (like Evesham High... okay, they didn't name it implicitly) but would be forced upon a variety of schools. The article went on to say that expelled pupils would have to be accepted even if they don't have the necessary qualifications for the school in question - this is clearly ridiculous. How will kids who just failed their 11-plus (or whatever they are nowadays) feel when they see someone else, who is far less intelligent, get a place at the school they couldn't get into. In fact, it could be Plan B - "How did the test go, son? Badly? Never mind, punch the headmaster tomorrow and you'll get into St. Mildred's anyway.' Okay, that's that dealt with. Next up, has anyone seen the Su Doku puzzles in the Times recently? They were introduced a week or two ago, and consist of a 9x9 grid split into 9 3x3 grids. The numbers 1 to 9 feature in every row, column and small grid, and a few numbers are given to you to start you off. Cool, thought I, as they described it as 'fiendishly difficult'. Unfotunately, it's fiendishly difficult for people who have particular trouble standing on one leg, or could never quite master the art of watching television. Basically, they're too easy. Finally, with regards to The Times, I think there could be a good joke made about the fact that the Times logo (horse and unicorn) is 'a sign of the times'... but after several failed attempts, I'm giving up. Good night Vienna.
November 23rd 2004
The Beatles are, as we all know, the greatest band ever. No questions. But when it came to the lyrics vs music argument, they went with music almost every time - there are some notable exceptions, and I'm not for a moment suggesting that the Beatles lyrics are bad: just not as influential and revolutionary as their music. With this in mind, I searched for my favourite Beatles lyrics, and I think it still has to be the excellent line from Come Together, "Got to be good-looking 'cos he's so hard to see"... superb. I did think about making a poll about the greatest band ever, but what would be the point? Everybody knows.
November 24th 2004
Ah, the joys of Crazy Diary Poll Man. Trying to make a comment on the borderline of deletion: what's the best thing you can write about Doug loving, without me deleting the comment? It's difficult. And sometimes, having congratulated yourself on a cunning euphemism, you return days later to discover I have deleted your effort, since if I don't understand it, it goes. Imagine, then, my delight at two - two, read 'em - comments that don't begin 'Doug loves'... okay, both of them were derogatory about the Beatles, but it's a start. In other news, let me tell you about the fine and noble game of Glassball that has dominated our kitchen of late (perhaps even superceding Fluxx as the game of choice). Based loosely - okay, completely - on table tennis, with ash-trays ('glasses') as bats and a rola-bola ('bottles') as the net. I am currently kitchen champion, having beaten the previous kitchen champion, Richard. Unfortunately, I managed to smash an ash tray last night by dropping it while playing...
Here's a thought... "You're not a hypochondriac, you only want to think you are." At 11.56pm, I think this is the latest entry I've made on any day.
November 25th 2004
It was last December that I lambasted Christmas cards - "90% of them just say 'Merry Christmas' or some such, and so what? Who cares if Uncle John wants us to have a merry Christmas? And it was kind of taken for granted... I can't imagine him sitting at home muttering to himself that the Thomas family get all the happiness, and he hopes our Christmas is lousy this year. Think how much paper is wasted every year with Christmas cards - we gave out about 200 and received a similar amount, and they were all fundamentally pointless." - and this year it's Christmas wrapping paper. What is the point? It's not like you'd think it was an early Easter egg if it didn't have penguins and Christmas trees dancing all over it. What's this, then, marked 'do not open until December 25th?' Perhaps it's a phone bill... oh, chuck it then. But wait! Is that a snowball I see! It must be a Christmas present, so put it under the tree (wait for the musical). But what really annoys me is why people buy Christmas wrapping paper - you can't use it any other time of year (and I've tried). People who get birthday presents wrapped in Christmas paper seem to get offended, but people who get Christmas presents in non-Christmas wrapping paper do not. Therefore non-Christmas wrapping paper is useful for gifts all year round, whereas you're limited to one event with Christmas wrapping paper. Back home, we have thousands of rolls of Christmas wrapping paper, and never any even slightly non-specific wrapping paper. In other news, I bought some Christmassy wrapping paper yesterday. Argh.
November 26th 2004
November 26th, and the Spider-man 2 DVD is winging its way to me...
Over the last couple of days, we have achieved soemthing that I have never achieved, either alone in a group, before: we completed The Independent crossword. I'm more used to The Times - although my attempts of late have been horrendous - and, since each newspaper has subtly different (unwritten) rules regarding crosswords, I couldn't be sure exactly what The Independent was looking for much of the time. But we persevered, and this morning the final word - 'nabob' - was entered. Superb. However, in the process of filling in the crossword, I managed to unintentionally offend a guy on this corridor. I asked for a word that was e_e_e_, and he said 'elevation'. I replied as you might expect. Oops. For those of you who were wondering, it was 'Exeter' (a cheer, please, Powly). And if you don't know what nabob means, don't worry - neither did any of us until this morning.
November 27th 2004
So, I was beating the Tesco record last night (4.30am) when I saw the Spider-man 2 DVD for sale at a full 15p cheaper than I'm getting it for: and mine isn't even here yet, because I ordered it from Amazon. And the scheduled delivery date is 3rd-7th December. I leave the University on the 4th December. It's being delivered to the Uni. In brighter news, I got Lennon Legend this morning: I won't make the mistake of judging an album after the first hearing, but I think it's fair to say that the sound quality isn't fantastic - certainly worse than with the Beatles, and I'm at a loss to explain why. Ah well. This is a late stage in me making my peace with John Lennon, as I didn't like him much after reading about the fall-out with Macca - I always realise he was a genius, but as a person, I didn't like him much. I still think he's my least favourite Beatle, but I'm coming round to accepting him. Who knows, one day I'll like Yoko. Perhaps.
November 29th 2004
I was showing this page to Richard and Anthony the other day, and Richard was (a little too) overjoyed by finding his name several times over the last couple of months. Anthony, on the other hand, found his only once, and was almost heartbroken. Anthony Anthony Anthony. I hope he feels better. In other news, someone asked me the other day whether I wanted to be a vicar. Now, I get this a lot, and gave the usual reply - 'don't know' or 'don't think so' depending on how I'm feeling - but this led me to think about my Dad (hi Dad!) and the ways in which I follow after him. What I came up with are: (i) I want to grow a beard some day. He has a beard. (ii) He studied Maths at University. As do I. (iii) He likes the Beatles. I like the Beatles. I think that was about all I came with off the top of my head (I also realised that I'd always thought I'd look good - for 'good' read 'better' - in glasses. And my Dad wears glasses). Thankfully there were no psychologists on hand to tell me what a weirdo I was, but I thought it was interesting... oh yeah, we also have the same middle name. Wow. And surname, if it comes to that.
November 30th 2004
Yesterday I wrote about my Dad, so today I'll write a little about my equally wonderful Mum. As long-term readers may have noticed, there are certain phrases that are repeated - overused, you might say - on this page. One of them is 'in other news', and another is 'anyways'... basically, it's often hard to link different topics, so I frequently make no effort whatsoever to do so, and instead use one of those two alternatives. However, Mum told me the other day that she was annoyed by my usage of an 's' at the end of 'anyways', pointing out that it's incorrect English. Now, I get as angry as the next man when somebody says less when they mean fewer, or regular when they mean frequent. But, for some reason, I think that the word 'anyways' is endearing and perfectly harmless. In other news, I have spent much of my time of late watching the excellent Spider-man 2 on DVD, which I did buy from Tesco in the end (cancelling my Amazon order). There are loads of extras, and many are very interesting, and although I've condemned commentaries in the past, I found myself listening to one with Tobey Maguire, Sam Raimi and others. The Sunday Times described Spider-man 2 as 'the best superhero sequel since Batman 2', which I can't help but feel is damning with faint praise - how many superhero sequels have there been, let alone good ones? I'd say it was my favourite film of the past year (actually, RotK was less than a year ago, wasn't it?) surpassing even my first cinematic view of Matthew Perry in The Whole Ten Yards. Anyways (sorry Mum) I think that's about it for this morning... got my first exam come Wednesday, which should be an interesting experience. Open book, and an easy course, but very tight for time, apparently.
Oh yes... in case you were wondering, the sound you heard when you opened this page is that line by Kirsten Dunst, from Spider-man 2. Unless you're reading the archive, in which case it probably won't be there any more. Serves you right for not looking at this page every single day.
I know I've already written this morning, but I've discovered that today's Warwick Boar, our free weekly campus newspaper, printed a letter I wrote. The letter went under the heading 'Teetotalers are humans, too' and read as follows:
Last Tuesday's article 'A drink a day?' addressed the serious nature of binge drinking, and alcoholism. However, there is a group of people that was not examined: teetotallers. We suffer too. When, for example, did you last hear someone being asked why they drink? Yet as soon as I'm spotted holding my pint of cola, I'm surrounded by patronising and incredulous students, asking me why I don't drink, and making it sound like they're asking why I choose to wear women's clothing. Which I don't. Furthermore, there appears to be a conspiracy among bartenders, all of whom have trouble hearing the words 'cola, please' even on the quietest night in the quietest pub. Having repeated ourselves enough times to convince them the words 'a barcadi and' weren't there, we walk away from the bar holding our pint glass, feeling somewhat inferior to the muscley real ale drinkers, the beer-swilling darts players, even the vomiting hockey players. But what do we have to hide the pain?