IPOD RAGE, With Pics

Well, I am a huge fan of all things MAC, and IPODS are the must have MAC product, even for people that dont like MAC, and apple!!

So i have always had the top of the line spec IPOD, largest hard drive!
and my IPOD (Pre-video) decided fairly recently, to give up the ghost, and not respond! to ANYTHING! to resetiing, to harsh words, and to being locked out of the house for its non responsive ways!!

so anyway

I CAME UP WITH A NEW PLAN!


First step


ANGRY DARREN


second step!! Disgruntled IPOD

Third step, and possibly my favourite leap!!

now i made a foolish error, and mis calculated the sterdyness of the MAC product, for i hit said product with hammer on my desk in my room!! this was foolish!! as it basically only achived of knocking my phone of my desk to the floor!!!

This made me more angry towards the IPod

So then i decided that the next best corse of action would be to take my aggression elsewhere, elsewhere being outside my front door, to where my elderly neigbours could see the rage of MILLARD with a hammer!

I have to say at this point i am suprised to the strength of the IPOD!!
But IT WILL NOT BEAT ME


DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

after some serious anger issues that had been repressed for some time!
it started to take affect!

I decided to break into the furious spartan rage that i had repressed for thousands of years!!
This is the result!!

I am now a happy EX IPOD owner!!!

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Mental

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Well its all a little mental

I have been up and down like a yoyo this week, and have not nearly had enough time for all the little things. Cause they make the big things great, made some foolish mistakes, but they where much needed, there has been terrible new, and great news, a job offer, and prospect, all while i am limited and contricted in my current job I had two hours sleep last night, and i am off to a bushido intense weekend! where i will be most probaly pushed to my physical limit! i think i might die! Wont be around all weekend obviously!

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Converse are bad

Well last nights plan was supposed to be CLEAN ALL THINGS night...
as guests will be staying, and such. And don't want to appear like a smelly scumbag.
BUT in that, the evening kinda took a turn! I have been so tired as of late, cause I pretty much, have not been going to bed till at least 1 - 2am and then getting up for work at 7am this has been the case since Sunday night, and I have to say, Im knackered!
So the plan was to come home, take it easy, and clean like I have never cleaned before, and get an early night.
I did however manage to get home and just lay down on the bed and mindlessly kill computer people on line with wob shouting in my ear, that I am the worst person to play with ever!! Mainly as I would always die, and let people sneak up behind wob and shoot him in the face with shotgun!! he was not best pleased with my team skills! But I did get better as the evening went on!
So I was well on my way to relaxing, and the cleaning plan was going to spring into action at any moment!
But Big Jon was down stairs playing halo with Sassa, when there was a plan formulated to play badminton, and something inside me just couldn't say no! and a one hour game turned into a two hour match!
I'm not a sporty person but this week, I have done 6 hours of bloody exercise!
what's wrong with me all of a sudden, I am going to be super fit!
Although I have not played for about 10 years, I held my own, and didn't do to badly!
WORD OF WARNING!!! Never play badminton and run around lots in converse all star high tops!! NO NO NO NO NO NO
My feet are all manor of fucked! and I had to hobble out of the gym last night!
But had a really good night, and me and Jon won doubles. Jon's got amazing team skills, and Philpot, is awesome, loved playing him, as me made we work damn hard for every point! This should become a more regular thing. I will have to clean tonight, before I go out with Tracy, or after Tracy leaves. NO TIME PEOPLE< NO TIME!!!

But I had a great night, and it was awesome amounts of fun.

On other news, it appears that I am definitely going to the prom!!
and I couldn't be more excited, as due to a strange turn of events chay is saving the first dance for me! and after my shitty week last week and bits of this! its made everything a little rosier! and feel honoured!

Me needs to find a date to take to the prom though!

And apparently Jen does not have Natalie Portmans number.

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Culling

From 45 pages, down to a mere 19....


If your not known to me personaly, or a band i really like, i am afraid your gone.

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Needed

So the week has rattled to a close, and I in my limitless wonder have been vacant and ponderous. I left the scene of my monetary enslavement, by convincing one of my team to take me instantly from my mediocre madness, to the nearest train station. In which I bought a ticket to the big smoke, wherin I had time to smoke just 3 quarters of my smoke, before I was nestled in the corner of a carriage heading south. I have been reading eagerly this week, which is unusual for me, cause I have the attention span of a 5 year old, who has been eating colouring and E number all day long! So if I read any book, it has to engage me competely.
The problem that i have noticed this week, and the past few. Is that I have not been watching movies in my usual fanatical manour. I fill time, and get most of my knoledge from watching movie after movie. This has stoped, and reading has overshaddowed my former love of lazy learning. In this obsession I have noticed that whilst I read, and for the short time afterwards, my internal monologe and descriptivness, is hightend! Which I love purley for the sense of new perpective it gives me! ANYWAY.
Heading self, engrossed and mildy absent from the distracting world around me, I look up in a frantic worry from the pages, to see that I was indeed in London. And that now was a good time to get off the train. I stepped off the train annoyed that there where still two pages left till the end of the chapter, why could the train Journey not have lasted one min more. These things are sent to try us. So in the dim light and freezing air of the underground station at St Pancras, I stuble slowly after lighting the journey after cigarette and try to breathe, smoke, walk and not fall off the edge of the platform as I make my way towards the exit. I finnish the pages as I have nearly tripped up the first to steps to the ticket gate, and as I approach the top a team of young wild eyed men hurry towards me trying to get me to spend a min examing what they have to sell, I wave them off me and start fumbling through my pockets to find that travel card that i knew i put somewhere. after thinking that the haze that i had been in all week had rubed off on me, I turned back around to see the team of eager sales men catching and entrapping thier victims with such confidence, they would mearly beckon to people so that they would come to them. The pray never saw it coming, curiosity had gotten the better of them.
I found my ticket wedged inbetween my velvet pockt and a cd and dashed through the gate with a fear that it would close to early slicing me in half like a devious torture device.
London, in my estimation, smells wrong, its a beautiful concept, but i think no one should live there. Its too busy for its own good, and no reasonable goals can be obtained by its capacity of everyone wanting what they dont have. But I marvel at the Big red buses speading along the shortest lenghts of road, and the rain next to the curb being washed up on to the pavement to soak the people passing by shoes. I stay close to the wall and walk towards the scala building as people rush so hastily past. I stop in the doorway of the Scala to get out of rain, and to finnish my cigerette without the rain dripping on it anymore and putting it out before I had finnished, a women asks me for 20pence to make a Phonecall, I ask her if she has 50pence so i could by myself a drink. she looked unempressed at me, and walked on. I looked at the road ahead, and a double decker bus was half in one road, and half turning into the next, and there was a line of traffic before and after it, and ocassionaly there would be a beep of a horn to vent the fustration on this back cold damp evening. I looked at the road and all the indignent londoners creeping past the huge bus and the lorry that was behind it only leaving a hairs breathe as a gap. I viewed this as such stupidity, their desire to get on, and move so fast pushing them to take risks with traffic. I contemplated pushing through the gaps myself, but then memories of being hit by cars started to flood back to me, so I decided to wait till the way was clear. As soon as it was, I made my way to Kings cross underground. I always scan the faces of the people that walk past me, my eyes darting from one face to another scanning their emotions that are held for all to see.
I head to the next ticket gate, and rush through with a similar speed of inpending doom, and instead of trying to find where the central line is, i will just get on the circle line and take the long way round to notting hill. I managed to cram myself inbetween two people that where way to big for the arm rest divides for the sets, and I found my post it note book mark and began again to lose myself till I had reached my destination, with only passing glances upwards when the train and stopped to see that i had not gone too far and ended up in Russia. I crawl off the heathing train at Notting hill and notice what I love about the place. The station is nearly filled with half beautiful too well groomed people, and less than attractive folk. There seems to be no middle ground hence why I think I like it so much there, I like to believe that I am the middle ground of looks in that area, and I am filling a void.
As I get to the top of the stairs, a group of obviously American tourist walk pust uttering the absurdity of "So this is Notting Hill, so where is Hugh Grant" at which point, I would like to punch them all repeatedy for being inept!
I light another cigerette and walk towards my destination, I am pleased as I walk over the lights next to the ugliest elephant made out of metal that I have ever seen. and marvel more in the smoke that is reflects on the deadness of the dark sky, and the slowness that in which it seems to dance there. I briefly think that the smoke should replace the pretentious elephant, but the realised, that was even more pretentious.
With my book in my pocket I start to walk past waterstones, and then without hesitation dive into the book shop. Almost out of guilt i speedly go straight to the counter and declare that i already have a book on me, and that i was not stealing anything from the store, so there where not to detain me and strip search me for further books as i left! The girl behind the counter looked confused, and said, thats fine in a tone of complete bewilderment!
I get to work searching for a book recomended by my friend nixx, who i call and ask the authors name, in which she replys, i think "Something Edwards" not helpful! I search throught the A to Z of authors, and cant find a single thing called hope! I give in, and go on the search for something that will teach me something, realising that this can not REALLY be found in the fiction section, I head towards the GREAT UPSTAIRS. Where i go to popular science to see the inevitable collection of Bill Bryson, who I thought was a genius when i started reading a short history of everything, but had lost my interest by about a third of the way through! Did life the universe just get boring around about the 16th century! Who knows. So i contemplated buying another of his books, to just be put off witht he stupid TAG line on the front cover, that deemed it to be more about obsurdity than hard core learning and facts. I look briefly at other books covering the plannets (which i love) and the ancient civilizations of the world! I didnt want more religion, as i was getting that fix from the book i was ready currenlty! Nothing was grabing me, so in my lazy lust for learning i headed back to fiction in the need of just something to spend my cash on, and maybe a good story! I was the last in the store, and I had sensed the store might be closing soon, so i grabbed a book that tag line did grab me. "Very moving, glorioulsy, extravagantly gilthy and very funny - The independant" it had also won the IMPAC dublin lierary award, so thought it could'nt be that bad! But i was confounded and confused as to why in the tag line glorioulsy had a coma after it! My lack of understanding into the english language left me at a loss! I payed, I left.
I made my way to the restaurant, asked for the solitary table for one in the smoking section, where the waiter from last week came into view and waved, to which I replyed "Hi Carl".
I sat speadily, and quickly took all my things out of pockets! I ordered a coffee with extra servings of sugar! and some olives and bread. I open book. I regress back into the words of the author once more.
Time flys by in a haze, three coffee's and a half a plate of bread left and olive pips neatly piled, nestling to the edge of the plate.
I get a call that tells me my friend was at the station, and now in my somber, quiet reflective reading mood, I kinda wished that I wasnt meeting anyone. So I grabbed all my stuff, bookmarked page with post it note, and paid bill. Then hurriedly walked back towards the underground station to meet Alice. I get there, and she is no where to be seen, I call and she says she just below the stair, not wanting to get wet!
She arrives up the stairs all smile and excitment, and gives me a huge hug and a kiss on my hairy unkempt cheek. I get more cigerettes, and some cash from the whole in the wall and we go back to the same restaurant i was just in! We walk in, the waiter Carl comes other a bit confused. I say calmy, I have a table for two booked in the name of Millard! Without faltering! he just lead us to out table, I say thank you Carl as he seats us, And alice say, you know his name? you come here alot do you! I explain the situation, she utters the words wierdo whilst raising her eyebrows and menu to her face at the same time.
The earlyer possible regreat of having company was quashed, alice was everything I needed that night! The conversation was entertaining intelligent, speculative, and pondering all the pointless aspects that we both loved so much! This womens intelligence and moralistic ideals make her one of the most beautiful people i know! She is also wildly attractive, but thats another matter and not important currently. We talk constanlty, and i barely notice the food that i was so impressed by last week! I am contented i thought!
But i was becoming more tired than i knew, the two glasses of wine had touched me not in a tipsy drunk manour, but more, and saping energy killer! The waiter Carl brings other the bill in a sorry stance, explaining that they where closing due to residental rules about quietness! it was 11.30pm and we where the last ones in the place apart from staff! we pack up to go! we get out of the restaurant and Alice says where are you staying tonight! I said simply, that i had not thought about it. She offered for me to stay at hers, I said ok
and we continued!
Meters from the underground station, i realise i forgot my new book in its waterstones bag that was placed behing alice where we where eating> she says lets go back for it, but i vote for the me running and getting it, and her waiting there, I hand her my coat, and run with the speed i thought i was not even possible of! But by the time i arrised at the restaruant, I started to feel like i was going to die and a bit woozy to boot! I got said book and jogged a lot slower back to the patient Alice! we get on the tube and i follow her with fortitude and patience, and have the sense of wonder at all those faces again on the subway, most of which at this time where either drunk or tired, and despereatley just trying to get home! The conversation between Alice and I and become Tired and weary, we wondered through Brixton, past the huge grouped together gangs of people without much care, or even that much attention. We got back to her flat, and listened briefly to two tim buckley songs that sent me into a spacial obivion to where i picture the direction of where the notes of the music are flying at me from. The voice covering me in a wanting awe. She offers me to share the bed to which I graciously accept her being already changed into her pyjammys whilst i was listening to Tim buckley, I briefly recal that i am not wearing any pants! she is not bothered just more tired than I, and ushers me to her room where I get into bed, we talk for a while, about the the snoring guy we could hear below and the hardness of her bed! and the drift into the deepest of sleeps with arms loosely draped over each other in a haphazard way.
I wake, as alice is getting back into bed, I demand coffee! She considers it! we banter back and forth, and then there is a knock on the door! Alice goes off! and I decided this is a good time to get dressed, She comes back up makes us both hot drinks with sugery goodness added in for me, and play Ella fitgerald on this beat up little cassete player. I sit there listening to these classic tunes sung in such a glourious tone, smoking my morning smoke sitting on the counter whilst watching the beautiful alice tenderly carve a mango for us to share. This morning i contemplated could not be any more calm or contented!
I go have a shower, that when I was testing the water, was too cold, or scolding hot! but powerful! I precisely move the shower dial the 1mm to the left that it need to be to be hot, but bareable to shower in! and began the long soak! The hear pounding my back and losening my always tense shoulders! This morning was getting better every moment! I walked back into the kitchen to the sounds of Tony bennet, and alice went off to have her shower, and I just sat there on the counter again, but now clean smoking and listening to the crooner sing to me as if i was in a bar pearched on a stool sucking on a cigar waiting for the world to end.
Alice was leaving at 11, and after a little more chit chat, and a good hug goodbye i left for the train station home, train arrived as 2 mins after i bought my ticket, and the fine crafted mins of fate had left me feeling wonderful as I crammed myself into the corner of this carriage to read all the way home to st albans. I got a mindless cab to my door from the station, put the heating on, and then took all my clothes off and snuggled in bed with my book. perfect


till now, when i cant seem to stop wirtting about things

Its like the keyboard strokes, are directly connected to my heartbeat
But I do like the feeling.

I finnished writting this at 3.33am Sunday Morning! I am worried about my mental state.

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Last Night

Ok last nights gig was a bit weird, It may be due to the fact that I was working all day, and was really busy, or due to the fact that I seem to have been really busy as of late and not really been able to catch up on my beauty sleep, but I had really no idea how well we played, or if we sounded any good, or even if we where in tune or not! But what I can tell you, And this part is the most important! That the other people that played that night where amazing! Firstly, Pale Marble Movie. This band is truly amazing, and last night was one of the best performances I have ever seen them do, a father and a daughter duo, Strung together through lyrical genius, and witty words and ponderings, Chris and honed self style of guitar tuning and playing brings such subtlety to his guitar playing that highlights his very distinctive voice, Alice with her beautiful flute playing is not even a scratch on when this girl sings, she has by far one of the most beautiful voices that this guy here has heard, I can not explain enough how much this duo is such an amazing act to watch, and even more, such a hard act to follow, with such beautiful, funny, clever, and satirical songs such as 'my favourite war, chocolate cake, good in your life, and acrobat' These songs will stay with you for a long time, and also you will want to see them play over and over again as I have. Next  Clive and Joel! what to say about these two tall young handsome fellow's. The acoustic styling's of these two boys amazes and shames me and most other guitarists, Clive with his one handed guitar playing, doing what most mortal men can not do with three hands.

Both who play guitar and mandolin, and both with a presents on stage that mean and show that they are both loving what they are doing and playing. Its a refreshing push into pure acoustic music with just sheer brilliance, and passionate performances, both of these acts I would recommend you see.

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wednesday 8th of november

The Horn Reborn is having a little birthday party to celebrate 9 years of musical greatness, and acoustic music!

We have the pleasure of playing this night, and we would love for you, who are available, to come down and join us! Its right by the train station in st albans town centre!



Also playing is



The Blue Review

Pale Marble Movie

J Stark



I think that the price stands at £3.00 on the door, but this is nominal due to the talent that you will get to see that night!



Please come down, and support live music and have a drink for the horn!

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With regards to the album
Category: Music

with regards to the album, we have had a tremendous response to the album, considering the album is by a little acoustic duo in the good old town of St Albans, we have sold more albums abroad to the americans, and canadians, than we have those fickle english types! and the people who have baught the album, have been good enough to come back with feedback, positive and constructive! both me and sassa have never been so humbled by the people that have been good enough to support us in our musical venture! and we would like to personaly say thank you to each and everyone of you!

We due to some new and some old contacts that we have made, are moving forward with the idea of making a music video, and hopefully this will happen sooner rather than later! and we will share with you all as soon as possible! its an exciting time, as now we feel like there is something that validates the last 2 years of us playing as a due, and the newly remastered sounds of us being more professional about the music we put across, which has mainly been efforts in the last year!

Once again, thank you to all of you that have supported us, and continue to support us!

Kind regards

Darren Millard

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Just got offered a full time possition!

SO i am now back to where i needed to be, in much more of a better money situation

Also remeber kids, album still for sale

go here to buy

www.thelokiproject.co.uk

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I got a job

Took long enough

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