Republic of Jones

Was supposed to go up yesterday but I was distracted. Still, Merry Christmas, everyone!!

Of course, this is utter conjecture as to the difficulties faced by a man with a hairy back…

So I was playing football the other day and, whilst I bravely* leapt to head a ball clear, an opponent underestimated my height advantage and headed a large proportion of my face. My face is mostly nose, so you can imagine the mess it made. To be honest, there wasn’t much in the way of bruising, as implied above. What there was, was blood. Oh, so much blood!

So once play was stopped, my team-mates gathered around to see how I was and – in the absence of a first aid kit – offer various bits of advice while looking a little bit horrified. While I wasn’t in much pain, the torrent of blood had been streaming from my proboscis for much longer than I’d have liked and I was looking for a bit of reassurance. I thought I’d lighten the mood and tell a few jokes, as is my want, to get the guys laughing and,  in turn, settle me down. Instead of laughing and joining in, they continued to look grossed out by my bloodstained visage and quietly murmur things like, “there’s a lot of blood there, y’know” and, “yeah, a lot of blood.”

Thanks guys!

*Stupidly

This is assuming, of course, that Nick Clegg isn’t a swindling arse-burger who’s sold the public sector down the river for a shot at electoral reform….

As awesome as Mass Effect 2 is (that’s why I’m playing through it again!), there’s a touch of incongruity between what goes on in the dialogue bits and what transpires on the field of battle. Still love it, though. Also, squad AI’s are pretty much the same all over, and are the only thing these days that can make me rage quit. Actually, bringing it full circle, the characters in Gears of War can make me rage quit just by talking in the cut scenes…