I’ve long been a fan of the Shazam text service (2580) and when I’m drunk and out clubbing it’s one of my most dialed numbers as i identify music to later download to my mp3 player.

So when I heard about the AQA and 82ASK text services (ask them a question and they have experts to look up the answer and text you back), I thought I’d give them a try, but needed a suitable question:

AQA let you choose a free question from a list on their site, so as a pre-test test, I asked them:

Q:  Will I get lucky tonight?
A:  You will get lucky tonight if you are confident, generous & lower your standards sufficiently.

Which I guess makes sense, but doesn’t really give a definitive answer.  For my actual test question I need something a bit more solid…

So, following on from my 2003 scientific experiment, I texted both numbers with:

Q: In a fight between an unarmed ninja and a tiger, who would win?

Here’s what they said:

AQA: In a fight between an unarmed ninja and a tiger, AQA thinks the tiger would win.  Unarmed the ninja would be defenceless against the tigers raw power.

82ASK: Without weapons a tiger would be most likely to win.  An adult male tiger weighs a massive 310kg and has a deadly claw swipe and razor bite.

in conclusion: pfft,
it’s already been established scientifically by me that a ninja (monk) would beat a tiger (leopard).  And I don’t charge £1 for the info either.

Altho it did give me an idea for future blogs, if you need any questions answering by the application of scientific process, add them here as comments and I’ll see what i can do, scientifically.

In May I flew from Heathrow to Manchester coming home from Not Fade Away, the last Angel con.  Everything seemed fine until I got to the baggage collection point at Manchester.  That’s when, whilst I stood waiting for my bag, I got a phone call from the hotel saying they were charging me an extra £100 for leaving the room a mess.

Skip forward 6 weeks.  Yesterday I flew from Heathrow to Manchester coming home from The Witching Hour, a Charmed con (see disclaimer).  Everything seemed fine until I got to the baggage collection point at Manchester.  That’s when, whilst I stood waiting for my bag, I received more bad news.  My bag wasn’t there.

British Airways had lost it.

Apart from all the obvious stuff, mainly clothes, it’s only as the day has gone on that I’ve realised just how much was in that bag.. I went to brush my teeth last night.. no toothbrush!  Got up this morning, no razor, no hair gel.  Went to leave the house.. no shoes.

Most importantly tho, no camera.. the camera can be replaced, the photos can’t :( It was superhero fancy dress on the saturday night.. i had some great pics too :(

Also missing, tango man!

Am dreading what’s gonna happen in September when I make the same journey and am again stood in that place of bad news.

disclaimer I might have been at a Charmed con, but I don’t watch the show (think I saw half an episode once), it’s about the friends and the parties, not about the tv show. /disclaimer

I originally posted this as a myspace bulletin, and got some cool (and some quite concerning) answers, so thought it might be worth repeating here.

.. don’t see this as getting second hand posts.. see it more as.. getting posts that have already been quality tested!

Basically it’s the type of meme that wrong’un wastes our lives with on a regular basis, but instead of me answering the questions, YOU fill in the blanks about ME, even if you don’t have any idea what they actually are.

Copy and paste the questions into comments along with your answers, and see just how well you know me! (no cheating and looking at other peoples answers first!)

My name:

Who is the love of my life:

Where did we meet:

Take a stab at my middle name:

How long have you known me:

When is the last time that we saw each other:

Do I smoke:

Do I drink:

What was your first impression of upon meeting me/seeing me:

What’s one of my favorite things to do:

Am I funny:

What’s my favorite type of music:

What is the best feature about me:

Am I shy or outgoing:

Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:

Do I have any special talents:

Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else (what):

Have you ever hugged me:

What is my favorite food:

Have you ever had a crush on me:

If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be:

What’s your favorite memory of me:

Who do I like right now:

What is my worst habit:

If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what is the one thing I would bring:

Are we friends:

If I died would you cry:

Would you go to my funeral:

Was in London this weekend for Not Fade Away, the latest (and last) Angel con.  I don’t bother with the celebrity stuff anymore, just go (to quote someone else) “for the booze, banter and boiler room...” the drinking usually starts about 6pm on Thursday and runs through til about 6am on Monday.

Don’t think I was sober for the entire 3 days I was there



I always get searched by airport security (unless I travelled with claire, in which case she did), but this time I walked through security at the same time as John Barnes, ex Liverpool player who was on my plane. Security searched him instead of me!
Also on the plane a few seats from me was John Stapleton.  Took me the entire flight to work out who he actually was tho.

In london I shared a room with my usual con mates, brett, j, debs, sarah, lee & ben

Got so many stories and stuff that happened in just those few days, was just a mad weekend from start to finish!

Also I got fed the best chat up line that’s ever been used on me.. girl came up to me at about 4am one of the mornings and said “hey, wanna go have sex?”. That’s how all chat up lines should be!

Got to the con, met some drunken famous folk, hung out with loads of friends, got banned from the hotel we stayed in, got caught naked in embarrassing situations, lots of sex, some of it in the hotel boiler room (which hopefully explains the earlier quote), sneaked into the parties we didn’t pay for, used fake id, trashed (accidentally) hotel rooms, danced lots, 72 hours of drinking, my mate sold drugs to an Angel cast member (i don’t do drugs, but mention it cos is just another part of a crazy few days!), projectile vomited a lot, accidentally locked a maid in our room, smuggled alcohol, broke a stairlift, (twice), got tattood with permanent marker, badly bruised a friend, got caught trespassing, freed some ducks.. just a mad mad weekend!

These weekends are so different to anything else I ever do, it’s like 72 hours where (we think) the rules don’t apply, it’s Thursday now and I’m still buzzing from it!

Altho am back at work now and being sensible again!

Next con is in July!