11:44 pm - 20 June 2004
liverpool and volume dials
back from the land of the scousers. my grandmother is funny. quite a bit deaf. but says really funny things. Princess Inkysoso found it funny when grandmother said to Father Treeson "oh, i'll tell you who's dead..." as if it was a normal part of the conversation.
i noticed something on the way up. volume dials. why do they always go clockwise rather than anticlockwise? taps are the same. does anyone know the answer to this, and also is it the same in different countries? someone let me know. also, something else i noticed, when i'm front passenger in a car i seem to quite often check the driver's mirrors when they're turning somewhere. why? i only do it to some people, as well. is it because i'm used to driving and mirror checkage? god knows. and is it because i don't trust some people when they drive? anyone with any ideas, usual address please.
on a more serious note. on the way up i was chatting to my pa, as you do, about moving from "home" (Liverpool) to down south. why did he move? went to university down here, found a job nearby. does he wish he'd stayed up north? no, better job opportunities down south. it's a bit sad, really; there are hardly any jobs up there, everything is in the south. there are a lot of derelict areas up there, whereas down here there isn't enough land to build on. i guess that is economic evolution.
saw a few landmarks up norf, we went on the Ferry 'Cross The Mersey from Father Treeson's home town of Wallasey and nearby Birkenhead to Liverpool, then back again later. went to Mathew Street, home of the Cavern Club. That was where The Beatles started out. every band/musician that played there carved their name into one of the bricks in the wall. the wall has recently (the 90s maybe?) been rebuilt, with the names already carved into them. there are also two statues of John Lennon outside. Later we went to Chinatown, which was nice - oldest Chinatown in England or something. next it was on to Penny Lane, and past the shelter in the middle of the roundabout. it's a bus shelter, and it's next to Sergeant Pepper's Bistro. finally it was on to Goodison Park and Anfield, home to everton and liverpool football clubs.
anyone visiting the uk from abroad, i'd recommend going to Liverpool at some point, it is a genuinely nice city, and is probably a better reflection of England than just visiting London with its overpriced tourist tat.
i have realised this weekend just how much i like Inkers. we only see each other at weekends anyway, so one of the must-do's is a bit of horizontal jogging. try and last a week without it. by the time i see her again it will be near enough two weeks unless i find me some cheap hooker. but anyway, give it a week without having sex with your partner. at the end of that week the two of you will find out if you're only with each other for the fucking or for conversation as well. if you find it easy, you're more interested in conversation. if you find it hard (easy tiger), you're interested in sex as well as conversation. and if you split up then i didn't MAKE you do it, you could've stopped at any point. there you go, relationship advice from The Tree.
T:B:B: made an appearance this evening. i haven't seen him since before my birthday, so i had me some birthday presents. the boy is a GENIUS, because he is the only person who knew to get me these:
isn't that genius? anyway i must be going now as i have work tomorrow and bed. i apologise for my naughty words in the last entry, just blame mercs and bmws.
one two three, my name is tree
would you like some bitch ass rhymes from me
