I've decided to move the blog from blogspot.com to wordpress.com with a slight change of name. From 'The Old Name Was Shit' it is now 'The Last Name Was Shit' reflected in it's changed address.
www.thelastnamewasshit.wordpress.com is where you can find the new blog, all the posts have been imported.
For nostalgia's sake I will not delete this blog. My reasons for moving are that more can be done with a wordpress blog.
Feel free to follow the same old shit but just from a different location :)
JPH x
Friday, 20 November 2009
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Too long.....too uninteresting
Yet again it's been ages since I have written a post and to the zero people who read this I apologise. For the past few months not much has happened. I've met some new friends which is always a bonus, went to see the funky motherfuckers Shalamar at Indigo2, which was splendid and now I'm doing some reading for tomorrows 'Empire' lecture.
Turning 21 yesterday was strange in it's absence of any strange feeling about it. It came and it went. Although you get the customary people asking 'how does it feel'. Well Gladys, it's basically same shit different day so forgive me if I don't have a life-changing experience or epiphany just because I've been on the planet for 21 years. It's not even a numerical milestone. It's an odd number in the middle of a decade. However, as someone pointed out to me, I can now legally drink in America. That's like telling a dog in Britain that a Dingo in Australia has learned to play the saxophone...it makes no fucking difference to that dog in Britain's life, unless he actually likes jazz. I have enough faith in the canine community to conclude that on the whole they don't like instrumental masturbation no more than some idiotic human beings do.
Joined the Labour Party a couple of days ago, just to see what it's like. Well, I wasn't gonna join those BASTARD Conservatives was I? Doctor Who was great and now I've lost the will to sum up some of the last 2-3 months in one post so bye.
JPH
Turning 21 yesterday was strange in it's absence of any strange feeling about it. It came and it went. Although you get the customary people asking 'how does it feel'. Well Gladys, it's basically same shit different day so forgive me if I don't have a life-changing experience or epiphany just because I've been on the planet for 21 years. It's not even a numerical milestone. It's an odd number in the middle of a decade. However, as someone pointed out to me, I can now legally drink in America. That's like telling a dog in Britain that a Dingo in Australia has learned to play the saxophone...it makes no fucking difference to that dog in Britain's life, unless he actually likes jazz. I have enough faith in the canine community to conclude that on the whole they don't like instrumental masturbation no more than some idiotic human beings do.
Joined the Labour Party a couple of days ago, just to see what it's like. Well, I wasn't gonna join those BASTARD Conservatives was I? Doctor Who was great and now I've lost the will to sum up some of the last 2-3 months in one post so bye.
JPH
Monday, 21 September 2009
Fair Enough....It's Been a While
It's been a while yes, but if I wanted to wax lyrical about my uninteresting life to make myself look deep I'd be other bloggers.
More later
JPH
More later
JPH
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
A Summer Worth Happening
It's coming closer to the end of the Summer Holiday. It has been one of the most stressful, depressing, unproductive and boring periods of my life. I like to think it was worth it. For one now I know that however much I try to help people, if they don't listen, there's no point. Also that 95% of the people I make jolly with during Uni are two-faced children who haven't grown up, that as long as women have a drink they're happy, that there really is no bounds on how low people are willing to go and how disgraceful the deeds are of some people who's motivation is revenge or selfishness.
These experiences have however been productive, as now I know how to conduct myself, who to trust, who not to bother with, who the dead-wood is and who I will be friends with for a long time after University. I still haven' t developed a mechanism to drift away from people who I don't want in my life anymore or didn't even want there in the first place, but that will come in time.
Anyway...let's lighten this post up.......erm.........*cough* well ok, there's nothing been worth talking about or remotely good that's happened recently worth mentioning.
JPH
These experiences have however been productive, as now I know how to conduct myself, who to trust, who not to bother with, who the dead-wood is and who I will be friends with for a long time after University. I still haven' t developed a mechanism to drift away from people who I don't want in my life anymore or didn't even want there in the first place, but that will come in time.
Anyway...let's lighten this post up.......erm.........*cough* well ok, there's nothing been worth talking about or remotely good that's happened recently worth mentioning.
JPH
Saturday, 29 August 2009
TV Mag
Every Saturday I have an age old routine. Get up, have a fag, go downstairs, read the TV Mag. I've been doing this for ages, yet, somewhat surprisingly it's the first time I've ever clocked on to how pathetic the people writing in to the letters page are:
'Dad's too bad:
When is Hollyoaks going to give bad boy Ste a shot at being a dad? The poor guy's ex Amy left him holding baby Lucas - and then two strangers totally took over! I think Ste has been trying really hard compared to some dads.
Laura Henderson, Ferryden, Montrose'
O.k. so she's from Scotland...can't have much else to do...
'Saluting Susan:
I think Susan in Neighbours is fantastic for offering to be a surrogate mother for her daughter Libby. She is such a good person for trying to help. However, I understand Karl's worries. I hope he can come to terms with it because it is what Susan wants to do.
Jess Barnes, Bristol'
IT'S NOT FUCKING REAL!! YOU SAD, BORED, LONELY AND STUNNINGLY FUCKING RETARDED STUPID POND LIFE CUNTS!!!
I love Eastenders, I have watched it since I was a child and hell... sometimes I do empathize with the characters as if they were real, but not once have I ever felt compelled to write in to a T.V. magazine and make it look as if the only thing working in my brain is a small chinchilla trying to press very small buttons with an immensely sizable paw. The people who write in to complain about smut and swearing aren't even half as bad as the fuckers who write letters like the ones above because at least they have some grip on reality. Do these same people think that the Teletubbies are real? That Most Haunted isn't a huge con? That tatty old arsehole Arlene Phillips actually isn't pure bone dust inside? Or that Jeremy Clarkson isn't just a right-wing anus face, who is on the contrary a philosopher, who spouts views which are not the equivalent of a dank-tuft of rectal pubic hair? Or perhaps even they believed the misapprehension that the nation didn't just skip to the sports section of the tabloids when Jade Goody was breathing her last unintelligent breaths?
I always get up on the right side of bed..
JPH
'Dad's too bad:
When is Hollyoaks going to give bad boy Ste a shot at being a dad? The poor guy's ex Amy left him holding baby Lucas - and then two strangers totally took over! I think Ste has been trying really hard compared to some dads.
Laura Henderson, Ferryden, Montrose'
O.k. so she's from Scotland...can't have much else to do...
'Saluting Susan:
I think Susan in Neighbours is fantastic for offering to be a surrogate mother for her daughter Libby. She is such a good person for trying to help. However, I understand Karl's worries. I hope he can come to terms with it because it is what Susan wants to do.
Jess Barnes, Bristol'
IT'S NOT FUCKING REAL!! YOU SAD, BORED, LONELY AND STUNNINGLY FUCKING RETARDED STUPID POND LIFE CUNTS!!!
I love Eastenders, I have watched it since I was a child and hell... sometimes I do empathize with the characters as if they were real, but not once have I ever felt compelled to write in to a T.V. magazine and make it look as if the only thing working in my brain is a small chinchilla trying to press very small buttons with an immensely sizable paw. The people who write in to complain about smut and swearing aren't even half as bad as the fuckers who write letters like the ones above because at least they have some grip on reality. Do these same people think that the Teletubbies are real? That Most Haunted isn't a huge con? That tatty old arsehole Arlene Phillips actually isn't pure bone dust inside? Or that Jeremy Clarkson isn't just a right-wing anus face, who is on the contrary a philosopher, who spouts views which are not the equivalent of a dank-tuft of rectal pubic hair? Or perhaps even they believed the misapprehension that the nation didn't just skip to the sports section of the tabloids when Jade Goody was breathing her last unintelligent breaths?
I always get up on the right side of bed..
JPH
Monday, 24 August 2009
Done
It's been over a week I know. Any posts that would have been made were taken over by essays, revision, bombshell headfuck news and just plain tiredness. So now it's only a month until Uni begins and I'm looking forward to it a lot. I believe I did enough to pass the retakes and I'm just glad they're over with.
So now what to do with the month? I could do fuck all with this next month and I'd be extremely happy. I'm mentally knackered after the past week. It's fucked me in more ways than one so I'm glad now that I can be lazy, listen to Prince, eat Pizza and watch movies now, with nothing else to be done. Being lazy is good.
Sorry for the shortness of this post, I'm sure I'll procure a humourous soon but at the moment I cannot be arsed.
JPH
So now what to do with the month? I could do fuck all with this next month and I'd be extremely happy. I'm mentally knackered after the past week. It's fucked me in more ways than one so I'm glad now that I can be lazy, listen to Prince, eat Pizza and watch movies now, with nothing else to be done. Being lazy is good.
Sorry for the shortness of this post, I'm sure I'll procure a humourous soon but at the moment I cannot be arsed.
JPH
Friday, 14 August 2009
Reshits - Update #3
The decision has been made that Edmund Burke just really is too complicated to continue to pursue an essay question on. I'm tentatively looking at Jean-Jacques Rousseau and his concerns for freedom with the 'social contract'. This first one is only 1,500 words, so lyrical doesn't need to be overly waxed. Rousseau seems to be a lot easier to fathom, I just seemed to forget how philosophy can tie you in knots and leave you watching Eastenders forgetting what the fuck you were just working on and what the hell it's about.
Got up at twelve this morning with the taste of skunk shit in my mouth. I really must stop smoking before I go to bed. Not talking to certain people is going well, I'm remaining calmer and more stress-free as it goes everyday.
JPH
Got up at twelve this morning with the taste of skunk shit in my mouth. I really must stop smoking before I go to bed. Not talking to certain people is going well, I'm remaining calmer and more stress-free as it goes everyday.
JPH
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