Bye 24BC

I bid you farewell, give you my undying love, and promise to buy you if I get enough cash. We've had a good 3 years together.


Some memories I can think of:

- Having Ant Moody sleepwalk into the kitchen during the night and begin pissing onto a chair he thought was the toilet. The chair was very close to myself.

- Pretending I was a pacifist christian to some local 10 year old hooligans who wanted a fight with me as they saw me entering 24BC, as if I was to flatten them despite my weedy arms, they may get their bigger brahs on me or send a brick through the windows. I think I handled it in the best way possible.

- Playing Xbox until the early hours of the morning countless times, and if my memory serves me right, never getting a complaint from Kane one room away about the noise.

- I'm not a hippy, and boy god if I was, I'd probably kill myself, but I did love my recycling bins.

- Hiding behind a bush in winter armed with snowballs, then windscreening a moving van with said snowballs, and having it skid to a stop, only for me and Kane to cheese it.

- 24BC's very own coffee table which featured the ability to put your feet up on it when watching the TV, and it didn't even care how dirty or paper-ridden it got. It got cleaned a few times.


I've now moved into a different place, which has to be said is a far better house than 24BC, but I doubt 15 Regent Park Terrace will ever hold a place within my heart, or rather my skin, like 24BC does. That sounds kinda gay doesn't it?



Anyway, I'm back to carry on posting baby shit on this shit blog like '666 ways to masturbate' that only a 12 year old would find funny, and fortunately some of the mental ages of those who may read the blog are indeed 12 years old. Stay tuned kiddos.