Me, Myself and I

My name's Jack - Guten Tag! 
Ich sprache deutsch manchmal aber ich bin nur Deutsch lernen.


I have a wide variety of music tastes ( random picks from iTunes)
Regina Spektor,
David Bowie,
Of Montreal,
Bob Dylan,
Bob Marley,
Arctic Monkeys,
Neutral Milk Hotel,
Air,
Postal Serivce.

I could go on and on.

Football-wise I support Everton F.C but recently i've become slightly disillusioned with the whole English Premiership set-up, it's far too boringly perdictable every season,  the team with the money wins!

I also have a wide range of books from "1984" to "Darren Shan" to "The Inferior" to "To kill a mockingbird" 

In hindsight i probably should have put this section in my original post.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

"On the radio, o-o-o" 

Another Seemingly Random Story Extract : 

Stewart was having a bad day. It wasn't the first either, his whole week had been gradually getting more and more depressing.
It started off with his pencil braking. Stew and that pencil had been together for a good few months and it was very hard to get over her it.
Then on the second day he failed an auditing test for the nice folks in the Scientology place.
The third day he missed his train and his bus, then later he was so pre-occupied with his misfortune he missed his work place and ended up a few miles away from his job.
The fourth day was never one to be beat and kept up the star crossed worker's fate with a hole in the Stewarts favourite pair of socks. (They were Friday Socks)

The fifth day seemed to be going well until Stew came home to find his dog had shredded his folder."I didn't know dogs really did that" was the first thought that came into the innocent Stewart Norman's head.

On the sixth day nothing happened because i'm getting bored with this story and i want to go to bed.
The week was almost over, and it couldn't end fast enough in Stewart's opinion.

He had fallen out of bed this morning and the alarm clock didn't go off so he wasn't in work till late.

His fat incompetent boss shouted abuse at the poor man but the brave soul just kept his head down and kept plugging steady.

Later that day Stewart was fired for overworking and making his boss look bad
He tried his best and it wasn't good enough
the morale of the story is : don't try! 



 

30^th May

Guten Tag! 

F.A Cup Final day, didn’t go to plan.

Fantastic start, King Louis goal in 25 seconds but Drogba and Lampard would ruin it for us again.

*sigh *

Ah well at least it’s summer.

Es ist very late so I should probably head off to bed but as I said it is summer, no responsibilities, no worries, no sleep.

 

“Little Green be a Gypsy dancer.”

 

Holidays to frog county next week.

Looking forward to it, a private villa – very nice!

 

Ich bin managere* Man City es ist schon aber wir seid schlect!

 

Got an A in Geography and Science, not bad.

Predictions:

Maths: B

Irish: D/C

German: A/B

English: A/B

History: A

Art: Couldn’t care less

B.S: B

 

So if all goes well that’s 4 A’s 2 B’s and a C (not counting Art)

Which is pretty sound considering I hardly studied at all.

 

A Story Extract

 

Joan stumbled into the bar.

It was half one and she was very drunk.

She collapsed onto the bar and demanded another drink. The barman knowing her type went to the tap without a word.

A tune started on the jukebox which gave the drunken Joan a vague feeling of nostalgia. She tried to listen intently but failed miserably due to her being quite sincerely intoxicated.

She was really drunk you know.