Mood: Stunned by science
Listening to: Robin Hood
I've got a messager thingy ----->
This way people can contact me without signing up to blogigo (although you all should).
You can also leave comments in the gusetbook without signing up.
Mood: Smoky
Listening to: Television
There was a fire at the Hancock pub last night (Sunday). Was very drunk and thought it was a wind up at first. Everyone was stood outside taking photos on their mobiles.
No-one was hurt and the pub should be fine (a little on the smoky side though).
It started from an electrical fault on a tumble dryer, damn machines trying to off us, it's like Terminator.
Happened during the pub quiz just as the scores were about to be read out, d'oh!
Mood: Monday
Listening to: The weather forecast
Mood: Tired
Listening to: See below...
Full set list for 26/02/05... (* = request)
Mood: Holy
Listening to: Seraphims and shit
Given the recent ill health of the Catholic pope I was wondering if I should apply to take over.
I'm not one to leap into a dead man's shoes before they're cold or anything, for one thing he's not dead as far as I'm aware at the time of writing.
I'm not sure where they will advertise the post, maybe the Guardian, but I think I'll send a CV anyway.
If I post it to "Papal Resources Manager, The Vatican, Vatican City" will it get there?
I'll highlight my A-levels and stuff. I think I'm a shoe-in. Plus I've been to Rome and the accomodation is pretty nice. Does he pay rent on that or is it included in the salary?
I also have a full, clean driving licence although I've never driven a bulletproof bubble-car before. But they could reduce costs as I wouldn't need a chauffeur.
Also, I could do weekly e-mail shots so that people wouldn't need to travel from all over the world to see me.
On a pedantic note, the present guy isn't the pope, he's a pope. The head of any church is called a pope. This gives you a witty retort the next time someone says "is the pope Catholic?".
Anyways, get well soon JP!
(I'm going to hell now)
Mood: Cloudy
Listening to: Background noise
Mood: Bouyant
Listening to: Whatever my noisy neighbour bloodywell likes
Wow, 285 hits in less than a week. I am truly honoured and surprised to find so many 'Fishcake' fans out there. Most people I talk to initially claim not to have heard of Aled Fishcake.
I would like to invite people to comment though. 'Fishcake' is everybody's and is not my sole property. I would like this blog to become an unofficial meeting point and fan forum.
In the meantime I would like to post my poem to celebrity 'Fishcake' fan Dame Ellen MacArthur, it's called 'The Dame of the Sea':
Who could that be?
Out on the sea,
Could it be she?
Racing for thee.
She doesn't gloat,
In her B&Q boat,
I think she could float,
Faster than a stoat.
Alan would be proud,
He'd stand in the crowd,
Cheering aloud,
To the Dame of the sea.
Mood: Snowblind
Listening to: 'Ringtones only a Sociopath Would Use Vol. II'
Fishcake sat down on the sofa. It was too early in the morning to follow up on the tip-off. Besides he was retired. He was no longer a private dick, a man for hire, he was his own dick now.
He flicked though the channels on his old TV. 'Iain Williams Backyard Wrestling' the images on screen turned his stomach. 'Brooklyn Romeo Cruise' a story about one New York man's search for Mr Right, according to the TV guide. The other channel was just adverts, Fishcake liked the Morrisons advert with Sean Bean. "If there was ever a film to be made about me, I'd like him to play me," said his inner monologue.
He knew that he couldn't stay like this all night. His flat feet were itching for the streets of South Yorkshire. Alex leapt to his feet, spilling his Banana Bongo Flakes all over the parquet flooring of the great hall. He rushed to the fishcave, he was ready to go downtown.
Mood: Triumphalist
Listening to: Simba sings the Blues
Mood: non-violent direct action
Listening to: non-violin direct action
Mood: Subdued
Listening to: Men at Work - "Down Under"
Are you ready kids?
I said are you ready?
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Co-lin Fa-rrell
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he;
Co-lin Fa-rrell
If nautical nonsense be something you wish;
Co-lin Fa-rrell
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish;
Co-lin Fa-rrell
Co-lin Fa-rrell
Co-lin Fa-rrell
Co-lin Fa-rrell
Co-lin Faaaaaaa-rreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell!
Mood: My soul is diluted by the world
Listening to: Enya vs Fatboy Slim (live on Brighton beach)
Mood: Matchsticks for the eyes... oh! the eyes...
Listening to: Grand National - Kicking the National Habit
No-one cares what you think... so you wrote a weblog. But who am I to speak? Good question.
Fishcake and the Marshall
"Lower your weapon Fishcake, you're in over your head this time." said Marshall Thompson
"That is where you are wrong ma soeur" replied Fishcake
Thompson stepped over to the lever and raised his left hand towards it.
"Do you know what I can do with this Alan? The world is at my mercy. Finally the day has come when I can unveil my death sponge."
Fishcake shuddered. He knew very well what the death sponge could do. If the oceans were soaked up there would be no rain, and no fish and chips. He mustn't let Thompson pull that lever.
"Stop it right there Captain," said Fishcake.
"I didn't fight in the Somme to be given orders by you, you stupid lackey," barked Sergeant Thompson.
"Well I was in Vietnam too, and I know for a fact that you aren't a real Colonel, Thompson."
Thompson leaned on the lever. A dolphin cried out in the distance as the monstrous sponge touched the waves for the first time.
"I won't let you do this Corp." shouted Fishcake.
A gunshot rang out in the aquarium. The fish fell silent and only the lobsters could be heard.
Thompson slumped on the lever. "It's too late" thought Fishcake, lighting his oxy-cetelene torch, in a desperate bid to cut the mechanism linking the death sponge to the menacing lever, now dotted with Private Thompson's blood.
Mood: Harmonic
Listening to: Charles Aznavour
The world of 'Fishcake' is often misunderstood. We are not a religious organisation. We don't actually worship 'Fishcake' in the literal sense. Our purpose on this planet is to educate. If others decide to join us then they do so of their own free will. Criticism of so-called 'subliminal messages' in the films is wholly unsubstantiated. I would ask you to approch with an open mind. You will LEARN more that way.
I hope this blog will allow me to contribute to the growing amount of 'Fishcake' FanFic already available, in order to explore the lesser known facets of HIS personality.
Ha ha... it is often misinterpreted that there is something less wholesome beneath the stories, some say that there may be something FISHY going on. I assure you this is not the case.
Anyway, this is my way of spreading His message and appreciating his GODLINESS. Others may sing or paint. I chose to write about Him on the web.
Until we meet again,
BF
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