Posted on Wednesday, November 5, 2008, in Life | 2 comments
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I can think of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
One of the most fun times I have ever had was a few years ago when I joint my friends to set off fireworks. We went to one of the friends an allotment that is located on top of a hill; from there you can see the rest of Exeter. With the supervision of an adult, we let of fireworks and watched them as they exploded and joint with the other sparkles of colourful fire in the sky that could bee seen coming from houses all over Exeter.
At one point in the night a rocket was let off, unfortunately it wasn’t placed in it’s tube properly, so it fell over and shot towards us. Luckily there was a heap of horse dung near us; which we quickly dived behind. The rocket got stuck in the dung and exploded, throwing bits of horse manure everywhere. Thankfully no one was hurt, and we all had a laugh about it afterwards.
This is just a note to everyone who is planning on letting fireworks off tonight. Please be careful!
Posted on Friday, September 19, 2008, in My Projects, Web, Life | Add a comment
Below is a post cross posted from a new blog I have setup called exploits in writing
So, this is the first in very many post that I will produce for the sake of myself or anyone else that wants to read them.
What these documents will entail are the exploits in writing in which I have chosen to embark on. Many parts of writing will be covered in these documents from the thoughts-to-brain, editing, creativeness and any other subjects within the huge topic of writing. So to start the writing process of I suppose I better tell you about me and why I have come to the conclusion that what I want to do with my life is write.
My name is Richard Hole and was born and still live in the city of Exeter, UK.I don’t claim to be the most read-up person but this doesn’t mean I don’t read. As a small boy I used to love reading and I used to get agitated and even angry when my teachers in middle school would tell me that I could not read books on the next level[1]. Though this never stopped me from reading what I wanted at home. In fact the first ever novel I attempted to read was “The secret diary of Adrian Mole”; I say attempted because I never made it through to the end. Instead I was given a book for Christmas called “Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban”, this was the start of my love for books and reading.
“He likes to read so he assumes he can write”, is what I would expect to hear from someone at this point. I’m very well aware that there are people who think in this way; and yes a lot of them are good writers. But I know that If I want to be a good writer, I’m going to have to work my ass off. Firstly my spelling and grammar are anything but brilliant; and it would not surprise many people to learn that I didn’t do very well in my English GCSEs though I never found the lessons hard, actually I fairly enjoyed them.
The aim of this blog is to help keep track of my writing exploits and post anything that I think is interesting or helpful (I may even publish a short story or two). So here I am at the beginning of my adventures in writing, staring into the abyss of writing and looking forward to what fossils can be found and even what horrors await. I hope that you will join me in my exploits too; after all things can get rather lonely in an abyss.
[1]In middle school we had different levels of reading. Each level would have a colour. The teachers chose what level your on therefore restricting the books that you could read.
Posted on Saturday, July 26, 2008, in Life | 1 comment
It’s been almost a month since my last update and there isn’t really a reason for that because I haven’t been doing anything. No, I mean it absolutely nothing. Well..apart from looking for a job which frankly is going appallingly bad. Sure I can work in Tescos but the question is do I want to? the answer to this is no, not ever…but I may be forced to do something similar. It’s hard paying rent on £47 a week and I never realised how boring not having anything to do is. I think I’m slowly going mental and will eventually end up running around screaming about how the government are covering aliens and how mice are out to get me.
Secondly I’ve been trying to learn C#, it would have been easier if I had learnt C++ first but never mind. I have noticed that C# has a few similarities to PHP but I don’t know that very well either so that’s kind of a useless piece of information. Why I’ve taken up learning C# is a mystery to me, it’s probably the only thing saving me from those mice I mentioned (in a less literal sense).
I suppose I should be searching the interwebs for a job that I can actually do. Though I’ll probably go and physically search for jobs on Monday. until my next update, watch out for the aliens..and mice.
Posted on Friday, July 4, 2008, in Life | Add a comment
So, it’s independence day in the U.S.A. For me independence day means something completely different. It means the end of education..well sort of. What I mean to say is that today was the last day of college for me. This makes me feel both happy and sad for numerous reasons.
None of this matters though. What does matter is the fact that I am now officially unemployed. Soon I will have to start paying for my medical care and rent. I may soon have to force myself to get that thing they call job seekers allowance (after I’ve started job seeking). No worries. Happy independence day.
Posted on Monday, May 19, 2008, in Life | 2 comments
Last night I was asleep until I was woken by a loud bang followed by a bark. This isn’t the first I’ve been woken up in the same fashion but this time it was much louder than it had been on those rare occasions. I knew that it was our families dog who sleeps in the kitchen. I laid in bed for ten more minuets waiting for the dog to shut up and go back to sleep; but she didn’t. In fact the barks got louder and louder and so did her constant jumping and scratching at the kitchen door.
At this point I have to say that I had an exam the very next morning and when I turned the light it was 2:20 AM; also to add the problems I have been I’ll for the past week. This in itself isn’t interesting but what was weird is that not one of my family heard the dog making the equivalent noise of a busy restaurant kitchen, in which Gordon Ramsay is the head chef. So I got out of bed to the rhythm of my dads loud and girdling snores. I threw my gown on thinking that if I’m gonna face off with a thief then at least I’ll have a small amount of protection, though I know how stupid that sounds it Gave me a small amount of confidence. Slowly I made my way down the stairs and into the living room; I turned the light on and walked into the dining room which has little more than a table pushed out the way so we can get to the kitchen and the very computer I’m sitting at which is tucked away in the corner.
Still squinting from the light of the living room, I opened the kitchen door and was greeted by the dog which jumped up to me, rested it’s front poor on my knee then jumped down and scuttled off into the living room. I then stepped into the kitchen looked into he closet. Nothing. Stepped around the fridge. Nothing. I then went back into the room and caught a glimpse of the dogs tail disappear around the corner and heard the pitter patter of her feet running up the stairs. From there on my whole family awoke to the sound of the dog running in and out of rooms and banging doors open. Tired and annoyed I climbed the stairs and went straight back to bed. I let my parents take care of the dog. The exam was the easiest exam I’ve ever done. Unless I slept through the entire thing.
It’s not nice being I’ll, tired and having to attend an exam the next day. The morale of the story is… Okay, there isn’t one. I just wanted to whether anyone would actually read this crap ; ) .
