Jan. started the new year semi naked with lots of people. fun times! much of the early morning was spent listening to chad throwing up.
Moved to pigs towers 2 after being thrown out of the old gaff a month early. new gaff wicked cos we bought leather sofas and a 32" lcd tele.
Used 32" tv to watch all of 24 up to series 5 with dave, cos he likes it now. TONY!
Feb. Amandas business peak began, thats not fun. I'm so glad she's got another job now.
March. had my toe off. took lots of photos of dave, martin, my toe and the crack fox enjoying PIGS towers. Went Aldeburgh with Amanda, had nicer weather than when we went later in the year.
April. Went to Canada to see grant and co. missed my awesome girlfriend loads and was really gay about it.
May. i became 28, and the Godfather, my lady took me out for dinner, it was nice, though hers was not so nice. Stace and Rhys came to stay, what larks we had. and vegetarian sausages. Also went to aldeburgh with Amanda.
June. Went on hols to Cuba with Amanda, i managed to get a really good tan, I went for the 2 tone red and white look.
July. moved in with Amanda, didn't have the best start due to me being a knob. oops. I was replaced by newcomer Ross Michael Brown
August. went to Spain for Amandas birthday, ate lots of nice food, topped up my tan. bought a handbag. Had a reunion with karate folk in aber.
September. lasted a year with Amanda and I'm still alive. saw the police in concert. took some photos of rhys sisters wedding. I'm awesome at it.
October. Went Blackpool, pepsi max is pretty good. Played poker, beat everyone.
November. Stealth is the best ride in the world
December. i need a job because I'm running out of money fast. well, i ran out years ago but you know what I mean.
ended the year with a party at PIGS Towers
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The official report of the Ministry for Information, 2007
2007 has been, at best, a blur. A combination of reasons that will be outlined below, and my choice to stop 'secretly' blogging and start 'unsecretly' blogging, which led to an instant and almost total reduction in the number of posts made means a thorough, month-by-month report is virtually impossible. A witty, sports score style one even more so. I will endeavor to do better this year. My choice of recording method, the digital photograph currently stands at around 1000 images for the year so far, so next years should be full of images, if not so much of words.
Now, where was I?
Oh right. 2007 was welcomed in with board games and Chinese with Founder Rhys, and Laura, who I can now safely call nuts without risking offending a Founder. We played telly addicts and sing star. I suspect that I won neither.
January saw myself and my good lady wife decide that what we really needed to go with the glass-bowl kettle and the matching crockery was a baby, and so much of the start of the year was spent in pursuit of that aim. As is so often the case with my endeavors, success came quickly (you may, if you choose, insert your own jokes at this point). Much of the next 9 months was spent dealing with a pregnant wife, and all that that entails, and so exact details are scarce. There is evidence that I did some gardening, and I managed to repaint half a fence. I did some DIY, including laying a laminate floor, with hilarious consequences, although I didn't think so at the time. Given my DIY skills, we employed a professional to do the toilet and bathroom and almost two years after moving in, the bulk of the major work on the house was finished (hurrah!)
2007 also saw some birthdays, some weddings and various other social events. I'm sure they were all brilliant. I went to Essex for the first time and had a great time. Founder Dart continued to be a source of much entertainment, highlights including the hilarious petrol / diesel incident, and the thoroughly entertaining mobile phone on the tube debacle. I have high hopes for 2008 being an even better year for Rhys-based entertainment.
2007 also saw the purchase of a new macbook and digital SLR camera, a new car to replace the Corsa which finally went to the car park in the sky, and the year ended with me finally leaving my overdraft for the first time in five years. Just let's not talk about loans or mortgages, ok?
Of course the highlight of the year was the arrival of Mr Curig Gomer Stacey, who was taking after his father even before he arrived, by putting his Mother through several days of hell. He was introduced to the PIGCS way of life early on by attending an evening of Family Guy at PIGS mansions and got the measure of Founder Dart early on, buy using him as some kind of elaborate pillow.
2007 has no doubt been a top year. While this report may not contain as much information as one might expect from the Ministry for Information, I would like to close by confirming to readers that I do still have a book, it is in my house, that the heathens are not at the airport and victory will be ours any day. That is all.
Now, where was I?
Oh right. 2007 was welcomed in with board games and Chinese with Founder Rhys, and Laura, who I can now safely call nuts without risking offending a Founder. We played telly addicts and sing star. I suspect that I won neither.
January saw myself and my good lady wife decide that what we really needed to go with the glass-bowl kettle and the matching crockery was a baby, and so much of the start of the year was spent in pursuit of that aim. As is so often the case with my endeavors, success came quickly (you may, if you choose, insert your own jokes at this point). Much of the next 9 months was spent dealing with a pregnant wife, and all that that entails, and so exact details are scarce. There is evidence that I did some gardening, and I managed to repaint half a fence. I did some DIY, including laying a laminate floor, with hilarious consequences, although I didn't think so at the time. Given my DIY skills, we employed a professional to do the toilet and bathroom and almost two years after moving in, the bulk of the major work on the house was finished (hurrah!)
2007 also saw some birthdays, some weddings and various other social events. I'm sure they were all brilliant. I went to Essex for the first time and had a great time. Founder Dart continued to be a source of much entertainment, highlights including the hilarious petrol / diesel incident, and the thoroughly entertaining mobile phone on the tube debacle. I have high hopes for 2008 being an even better year for Rhys-based entertainment.
2007 also saw the purchase of a new macbook and digital SLR camera, a new car to replace the Corsa which finally went to the car park in the sky, and the year ended with me finally leaving my overdraft for the first time in five years. Just let's not talk about loans or mortgages, ok?
Of course the highlight of the year was the arrival of Mr Curig Gomer Stacey, who was taking after his father even before he arrived, by putting his Mother through several days of hell. He was introduced to the PIGCS way of life early on by attending an evening of Family Guy at PIGS mansions and got the measure of Founder Dart early on, buy using him as some kind of elaborate pillow.
2007 has no doubt been a top year. While this report may not contain as much information as one might expect from the Ministry for Information, I would like to close by confirming to readers that I do still have a book, it is in my house, that the heathens are not at the airport and victory will be ours any day. That is all.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Review 2007 with Founder Dart
2007 began in the Stace household with Chinese and boardgames. I think I probably won the games but that might be totally incorrect. January continued with the ceiling in my office falling down to expose the asbestos undercoat; a new obsession was born- namely beginning to watch all the West Wing episodes; and a trip to Brentwood to help Mat, Dave and Mart move to PIGS towers. Well I say help Mat, Dave and Mart: in truth 'Commander Dave' played Elite 2 on the computer and Mart went to watch a panto. Mat, Phil and I did all the manly lugging whilst Chad did the grim cleaning. Kudos to Chad. Oh it was at this time that Phil invented a new sport, 'whitevanrollerman' - which was fab. During this period Lau was mostly stressed out about her dissertation and had started to hate her flatmate.
Moving into February. This was quite a busy month all in all. I passed my professional training course that provided me with a professional training qualification. Marvellous. My work had paid for the year long course, so I thanked them by handing in my notice and getting a job elsewhere. Not unsuprisingly my boss at the time responded by being a total knobber and writing a bitchy letter, which pissed me off for a bit until I remembered that I was leaving, so up yours son. To celebrate the qualification all of the people on the course, and their partners, went to the dogs for a night out. I came second out of everyone on the betting front but I actually lost money so that really shows how good we were. I announced my retirement from rugby, which went largely unheralded. Laura was still stressed out about her dissertation at this point and relations had started to break down with her flatmate
March came along and with it was an early chance to sample what my new working life would be, with a couple of trips to my new job. I left scared, what had I done? Dave Stacey spent much of this time laughing at me. I captained a team at the all-night soccerthon and managed to be the teams leading goalscorer, quite a feat as I actually played in goal. We didn't win. At all. The Stace took a trip to cardiff to settle the X3 debate and decide once and for all whether dave Lev had taken more pictures of birds or flowers during his trip to NZ. These questions were answered once and for all and the world was greatful. March was an odd month as for no reason I went on a 17 miles cross country cycle. this wasn't repeated throughout the rest of the year. Laura finished her dissertation (Hoorah!) and was mainly stressed out by me turning around en route on a trip with her to swansea when a friend phoned to offer me a ticket for england v wales on the morning of the game. Priorities people, priorities. Wales won and I was happy. Laura was not.
Teamspeak was installed as a regular occurance in PIGS towers in April and Martin spent many a happy hour talking to me via the laptop in the kitchen, my "disembodied voice" (ref: moments only) haunting his every move around his own house. Lau's flatmate went to Turkey for 2 weeks, so I moved in to trial living together. It went well, although there were a great deal of new rules to learn. Girls are very complicated. Did I mean complicated? No, I think I meant bossy.
May - the birthdays of messers mat and Dave necessitated a trip to Essex. I wanted to go early so set off without Dave and with a plan to pub crawl to shenfield with Mat to meet Dave off the later train. I actually ended up on the later train as my car broke down in Swindon, leaving me 40 miles behind where I started about 4 hours after I had set out. Just to top things off I lost my phone on the underground whilst speaking welsh to stace, though this was later returned by the only nice Londoner in existance. Essex trip was fab and we went to some pub with loads of the cru and got very drunk. Happy Days. A bit later on in May I started my new job and collected my Vomit green coloured company car. After a few weeks of "wtf am i doing?", I got over it and started to enjoy the new environment. I was now living back in Cardiff full time, and finally Laura and I were in the same city. Laura and her flatmate were now at war.
At the beginning of June I managed to flog my car to an elderly gentleman for a ridiculously inflated price, though the world got me back for that by filling my diesel engine with unleaded petrol. I spent the car profit on hoping that I hadn't wrecked my new company car. Fortunately I hadn't and Mr Stace turned up to give me a hand and take the piss a bit. many thanks to him for his kind efforts. Laura and I planned her escape route from WW3 and found a house to move into, with the move itself coming next month. During June I met up with the essex cru in London and we went for a Japanese, I also flew to Bangor using the smallest most rickety plane ever and I started playing cricket to satisfy my competive streak that had been urging me to do something since retiring from rugby.
July saw me move in with Laura, and all was good, well apart from the fact that I managed to slam my finger in the door of the transit van and had to go to A&E halfway through moving in day (symbolic anyone?). My birthday was super and I tried to drink my way around the world in a world beer bottle bar. I failed but I did get drunk enough to tell laura that I was planning to propose and had bought her a ring. This was all true but probably not the way she'd have wanted to hear it. As it turned out, maybe this was a smart move.
My first ever visit to Twickers was just in time to see Wales get battered by 60 points in August. Joy of joys. I responded by going home and buying a psp. Retail therapy at its best.
My second visit to twickers happened in September when i went to see the Police with Mat, Amanda and Nix. Awesome gig, really enjoyed it and was all chilled out - I think its good when you only know like three songs cos you can just relax with a beer rather than having to dance or sing or whatever. Later on in September Mat came to cardiff for a beer or two in the world beer bar and then acted as the photographer in my sisters wedding. He was great and I thoroughly enjoyed the day despite being sober for all of it. Laura was a little put out when some (drunk) friends of my sister declared that they fancied me in school. During this time Lau started disliking her flatmate again. Oh shit, that was now me.
October was a bastard. Lau declared that she wasn't into the relationship anymore and called it off. GAY. October really was lame. Lame, lame, lame.
I went to 'the wood' in November to join the cru for Fireworks night and a trip to Jimmy's farm. I also walked through essex at night with martin and saw a fight, spoke to some chavs and critiqued some films and bands. Good times. During this time I also started internet dating and went on a date with a nice girl who turned out to be crazy pyscho nuts. Some people might suggest that all girls are crazy psycho nuts after they've been on a date with me but I ignore those people. November saw the birth of the first stacey child and what an awesome character he is.
With December came the decision to book a trip to New York for January. Office christmas parties (I managed to pull at one, wahoo!) and of course, Christmas itself. Christmas was odd cos my sister wasn't at home until Boxing day but that did mean more Turkey for me. At least it would have done had I not been feeling ill. Helen and Simon helped me move out of the house and back into the parental home and then, once all my stuff was safely back in the attic I headed off to Brentwood for New Year. Over new year I caught the sickness and diahorrea bug and spent a few days being a wreck and talking to way too many people about my bowel movements. New Years eve was nicely ushered in by the receipt of a parking ticket and most of the time leading up to new year was spent on the toilet, which did provide some hilarity but wasn't how I had imagined seeing in the new year.
Fuck you 2007, you fucking cunt.
Long live 2008.
Until next year,
Founder Dart out.
Moving into February. This was quite a busy month all in all. I passed my professional training course that provided me with a professional training qualification. Marvellous. My work had paid for the year long course, so I thanked them by handing in my notice and getting a job elsewhere. Not unsuprisingly my boss at the time responded by being a total knobber and writing a bitchy letter, which pissed me off for a bit until I remembered that I was leaving, so up yours son. To celebrate the qualification all of the people on the course, and their partners, went to the dogs for a night out. I came second out of everyone on the betting front but I actually lost money so that really shows how good we were. I announced my retirement from rugby, which went largely unheralded. Laura was still stressed out about her dissertation at this point and relations had started to break down with her flatmate
March came along and with it was an early chance to sample what my new working life would be, with a couple of trips to my new job. I left scared, what had I done? Dave Stacey spent much of this time laughing at me. I captained a team at the all-night soccerthon and managed to be the teams leading goalscorer, quite a feat as I actually played in goal. We didn't win. At all. The Stace took a trip to cardiff to settle the X3 debate and decide once and for all whether dave Lev had taken more pictures of birds or flowers during his trip to NZ. These questions were answered once and for all and the world was greatful. March was an odd month as for no reason I went on a 17 miles cross country cycle. this wasn't repeated throughout the rest of the year. Laura finished her dissertation (Hoorah!) and was mainly stressed out by me turning around en route on a trip with her to swansea when a friend phoned to offer me a ticket for england v wales on the morning of the game. Priorities people, priorities. Wales won and I was happy. Laura was not.
Teamspeak was installed as a regular occurance in PIGS towers in April and Martin spent many a happy hour talking to me via the laptop in the kitchen, my "disembodied voice" (ref: moments only) haunting his every move around his own house. Lau's flatmate went to Turkey for 2 weeks, so I moved in to trial living together. It went well, although there were a great deal of new rules to learn. Girls are very complicated. Did I mean complicated? No, I think I meant bossy.
May - the birthdays of messers mat and Dave necessitated a trip to Essex. I wanted to go early so set off without Dave and with a plan to pub crawl to shenfield with Mat to meet Dave off the later train. I actually ended up on the later train as my car broke down in Swindon, leaving me 40 miles behind where I started about 4 hours after I had set out. Just to top things off I lost my phone on the underground whilst speaking welsh to stace, though this was later returned by the only nice Londoner in existance. Essex trip was fab and we went to some pub with loads of the cru and got very drunk. Happy Days. A bit later on in May I started my new job and collected my Vomit green coloured company car. After a few weeks of "wtf am i doing?", I got over it and started to enjoy the new environment. I was now living back in Cardiff full time, and finally Laura and I were in the same city. Laura and her flatmate were now at war.
At the beginning of June I managed to flog my car to an elderly gentleman for a ridiculously inflated price, though the world got me back for that by filling my diesel engine with unleaded petrol. I spent the car profit on hoping that I hadn't wrecked my new company car. Fortunately I hadn't and Mr Stace turned up to give me a hand and take the piss a bit. many thanks to him for his kind efforts. Laura and I planned her escape route from WW3 and found a house to move into, with the move itself coming next month. During June I met up with the essex cru in London and we went for a Japanese, I also flew to Bangor using the smallest most rickety plane ever and I started playing cricket to satisfy my competive streak that had been urging me to do something since retiring from rugby.
July saw me move in with Laura, and all was good, well apart from the fact that I managed to slam my finger in the door of the transit van and had to go to A&E halfway through moving in day (symbolic anyone?). My birthday was super and I tried to drink my way around the world in a world beer bottle bar. I failed but I did get drunk enough to tell laura that I was planning to propose and had bought her a ring. This was all true but probably not the way she'd have wanted to hear it. As it turned out, maybe this was a smart move.
My first ever visit to Twickers was just in time to see Wales get battered by 60 points in August. Joy of joys. I responded by going home and buying a psp. Retail therapy at its best.
My second visit to twickers happened in September when i went to see the Police with Mat, Amanda and Nix. Awesome gig, really enjoyed it and was all chilled out - I think its good when you only know like three songs cos you can just relax with a beer rather than having to dance or sing or whatever. Later on in September Mat came to cardiff for a beer or two in the world beer bar and then acted as the photographer in my sisters wedding. He was great and I thoroughly enjoyed the day despite being sober for all of it. Laura was a little put out when some (drunk) friends of my sister declared that they fancied me in school. During this time Lau started disliking her flatmate again. Oh shit, that was now me.
October was a bastard. Lau declared that she wasn't into the relationship anymore and called it off. GAY. October really was lame. Lame, lame, lame.
I went to 'the wood' in November to join the cru for Fireworks night and a trip to Jimmy's farm. I also walked through essex at night with martin and saw a fight, spoke to some chavs and critiqued some films and bands. Good times. During this time I also started internet dating and went on a date with a nice girl who turned out to be crazy pyscho nuts. Some people might suggest that all girls are crazy psycho nuts after they've been on a date with me but I ignore those people. November saw the birth of the first stacey child and what an awesome character he is.
With December came the decision to book a trip to New York for January. Office christmas parties (I managed to pull at one, wahoo!) and of course, Christmas itself. Christmas was odd cos my sister wasn't at home until Boxing day but that did mean more Turkey for me. At least it would have done had I not been feeling ill. Helen and Simon helped me move out of the house and back into the parental home and then, once all my stuff was safely back in the attic I headed off to Brentwood for New Year. Over new year I caught the sickness and diahorrea bug and spent a few days being a wreck and talking to way too many people about my bowel movements. New Years eve was nicely ushered in by the receipt of a parking ticket and most of the time leading up to new year was spent on the toilet, which did provide some hilarity but wasn't how I had imagined seeing in the new year.
Fuck you 2007, you fucking cunt.
Long live 2008.
Until next year,
Founder Dart out.
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