Ant

Charlie Hebdo

2015-01-08T12:30:35Z

The Charlie Hebdo attack is an utter affront to the journalist in me. Every fibre of my being, reinforced by my education, is bristling. Journalism, in its purest form, is the ideal of unadulterated freedom of expression. It is the greatest bastion for freedom of speech, at all costs. It must not be subdued whether via threat of violence or other odious means by those who would have the truth forever untold. Any true journalist would give their life to uphold these ideals, because if they are not prepared to pay the ultimate price, then it is an admission that their ideals end where their safety begins. It is an admission that they can be stifled into silence.

Journalism is what holds governments, companies, and organizations to account. It should be feared as the most legitimate threat to dishonesty, corruption, and outright evil. If the borders of freedom are invaded then new borders will be quickly imposed the following day, and the day after that. The integrity of journalism, and the voice of every individual, would be bombarded until no territory remains. That cannot be allowed to happen, and it is the duty of every journalist to uphold their beliefs, especially in the face of danger.

I am attending a vigil in Nottingham tonight and I hope that the crowd is vast, peaceful, and compassionate. Unconditional love of truth, and humanity, must prevail.

Je suis Charlie.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-30T00:13:00

2005-12-30T00:21:26Z

Go sniff the updated Stickman Chronicles website. Now complete with character biographies and links page (many more links to be added). Those fairly new to my friends list who haven't visited, do so now. Many treats await you.

A new animation will be up very soon. Music is currently being added, Can's Soup and a little number by DJ called Cloud. There may be more, but that'll soon be decided. DJ has decided to do an animation of his own, which should prove to be slightly disturbing. DJ has a lot of Uni work to be getting on with, so this may take a while.

We're going to be like Fat Pie with none of the good parts.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-29T13:29:00

2005-12-29T14:28:24Z

Stole this from vulva,

Guess the song and artist! If you get the album as well, you get bonus points. Each bonus point is equal to a half-oz of Skunk, so good luck fuckers.

1) Froggie and Toadie carried off tangerine seeds one by one, and came back for the popcorn after dinner asking "will you please have some?"
2) I woke with a start today, determination...
3) Before you slip into unconsciousness, I'd like to have another kiss...
4) I'm lying in my bed, the blanket is warm, this body will never be safe from harm...
5) Cat's foot, iron claw, neurosurgeon screams for more...
6) T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair...
7) Then at last the mighty ship, descending on a point of flame, made contact with the human race at Mildenhall...
8) In the next World war, in a jack-knifed juggernaut, I am born again...
9) Living makes me sick, so sick I wish I'd die...
10) Dreaming of that face again, it's bright and blue and shimmering...
11) The fist will run, grasp metal to gun, the spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum...
12) In a way, without hate, I wouldn't be what I am...
13) He listens to the fucking Smiths, he's got a moustache...
~~14) You could be from Venus, I could be from Mars, we would be together, lovers forever...~~
15) I hear your winter, and I hear your rain, and I feel your summer rains, and I feel no pain...
16) Goodbye sunshine I'm on my way, I'll be long time gone by the break of day...
~~17) And all I knew, I held too few, and would you stop me, if I tried to stop you...~~
18) You say you love me and you hold me tight, but when I wake you're out of sight...
19) Run, to the beach-house...
20) Borderline case, reinforced glass...

That took me fucking ages. Surely I'm not this bored.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-27T15:19:00

2005-12-27T15:20:49Z

Nothing else needs to be said.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-26T15:42:00

2005-12-26T16:03:41Z

Christmas Day was damn good. Once again, mum provided a damn fine meal. I got the following presents:

New mobile phone (thank God, my old one was screwed),
iPod speaker station (woofer and all, fucking incredible),
Roger Mellie's Profanisaurus (over 4,000 instances of profanity defined in a single book... fucking genius),
Slippers (walking over the kitchen tiles back in Lincoln will now be a shitload easier),
Miles Davis - Sketches of Spain, and
Boards of Canada - Twoism.

As for Secret Santa (I discovered it was Alan all along, the sneaky bastard even waited til I left Lincoln to shop for my presents): -

The making of Taxi Driver (a book I haven't been able to put down since yesterday),
Bill Hicks - One Night Stand (what more needs to be said?),
Simpsons shot glasses and,
A Family Guy poster (sweeeet).

Every single film idea I have contains the same archetypal Travis Bickle/Holden Caulfield (although I have never read Catcher in the Rye because I'm a fucking idiot) figure. The typical loner shunned from society and disillusioned by everything that he sees. It sucks, but at the same time I realise that my reasoning behind it is that I relate to that type of character so well. Almost every single person I admire was/is an angry man who fits this stereotype.

Nevertheless, my latest idea involves this type of character and I'm tempted to start writing my ideas out and giving them more structure. Hell, I'm even willing to play the son of a bitch. In my mind this guy has a beard, so I'd enjoy growing my facial hair out and acting the outright lunatic. My acting, however, is questionable.

We'll see. As per usual, most of my ideas come to nothing due to my laziness so don't be surprised if you never hear about this ever again.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-25T00:20:00

2005-12-25T00:24:29Z

Merry Christmas.

2005 went way too fast.

Come on Santa you fat fuck, bring me some bitches.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-23T22:46:00

2005-12-23T23:04:38Z

Christmas at home is going well.

Yesterday I visited Riber castle along with John, Kimberley, Wiggy and Cheryl. It's where the final scene and some of the most important parts in Dead Man's Shoes take place, and I practically died when we found where Anthony was "hung" (spoiler alert, just ruined the film for everyone who hasn't seen it... fuck it, it's your fault if you haven't seen it after all the time I ranted on about it). We're planning on going back some time soon and I'll have to take my camera. The rest of the castle was equally awesome, you could get into every single room in the building. The prospective photography that I can take of that place is breathtaking. It's such a beautiful place.

Then today several people went on a drive to the edge of East Midlands Airport to watch the planes fly over us. Not the most exciting thing in the World but when you think about how much a plane weighs and how much force it takes to get the fucking thing in the air, standing directly underneath one that's still airborne is cool. It's amazing how many things we take for granted nowadays.

All the same, that's two more things I'd never done before yesterday and it was all completely worth it. All work and no play made Ant a dull boy, but now I'm out of that shithole of a Uni for a while I'm free to enjoy myself a little bit more and actually be happy for a while.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-21T13:50:00

2005-12-21T13:53:03Z

This rules.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-21T01:12:00

2005-12-21T01:19:24Z

Dear Santa,

Seriously, where the Hell is my girlfriend?

Geeky girls preferred. The kind who love smoking pot, watching anime, listening to damn good music and playing videogames. Not picky about breast-size, but big ones are great.

-Ant.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-20T15:04:00

2005-12-20T15:32:15Z

Notes on modes for my benefit - feel free to ignore.

Stories without Words:

E, D, E, D, B, C.

My arpeggios for each chord:

First time: Emin, Bmin, F#min, G, Bdim#5 (I think...), Emaj7, E3.
Second: (All over E) B5, B5add9, B5b7, (over D chord), E.

Fucked if I know whether or not those sequences make sense, but they sound good over Ben's chords. This is what I get for listening to Jazz far too much; stupid chords and chromatics soon come into play. Hudson should be pleasantly surprised by the new sound, though. I'm currently rewriting a lot of my easier, shittier parts in order to improve the songs.

Speaking of Hudson, Magz, did you ever sort out the Remote Hissy Fit thing? We still want to see it!

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-19T11:57:00

2005-12-19T12:10:50Z

Fuck you, work. You are no longer a burden on my soul. I will be going out tonight with the intention of having a damn good drink before I go home. I'm very glad that Jim finally managed to get out for tonight. Everybody else who's still around had better be out, god damn you.

In other News, I caught Dave shoplifting last night. I was hungry so I decided to get a pizza from the Co-Op down the road. As I started my journey I saw a messy, fucked up individual just in front of me who looked absolutely terrible. Then I realised it was Dave, looking even worse than ever.

I passed him and walked into the Co-Op without saying a word or maintaining eye contact. He made a bee-line for the alcohol section while I went to get my pizza. I had a fairly decent view of him eyeing up all the intoxicating goodness that was the wine while I was browsing the frozen foods for munchies.

While paying, I notice a very embarassed looking Dave walk right past me and out the store. The girl behind the counter watched him do this. "I think he just stole some wine," I told her. "I know where he lives though." She laughed and said that if he did nick anything, the CCTV would've caught him. The thieving cunt.

Then I went home and ate my pizza. It was a fucking great pizza.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-18T14:35:00

2005-12-18T14:51:30Z

Firstly,

What a Jew.

Now that's out of the way, onto the subject of work. It's almost done. Ola's "Conflict and the culture of journalism" essay was a joke. I don't really give a shit if I do well, just that it's done and I can relax for the holidays. Relax, and get absolutely fucking obliterated on anything I can get my hands on. Maybe I'll drink some bleach to see if it gives me a buzz.

Any remaining work will be completed tonight, and then out comes the Absinthe. I'll be bringing it all home to drink over the Christmas holidays, so people will be welcome to a few shots if they can hack it.

I think I'm going to have to buy John something other than a Saddam Hussein mask because my mum forgot to buy one for me (I don't have an eBay account... if I did I'd spend all my money on worthless crap like everyone I know who has one... like bongos, for example).

Sundays are fucking boring. Wish I'd been on a night out before everyone fucked off home. I'm such a boring cunt.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-17T13:12:00

2005-12-17T13:47:35Z

1.What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?

Played the bongos.

2.Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

You're having a laugh. And yes, it always helps to make resolutions and then break them the following day.

3.Did anyone close to you give birth?

No. If they gave birth they'd be as far away from me as possible.

4.Did anyone close to you die?

Nobody close, but many people I admired.

5.What countries did you visit?

England...?

6.What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?

A girlfriend, a driving license, some Hudson gigs, a 12-year-old girl and a donkey.

7.What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

I can't remember the dates, but the weekend Holly visited. And the day I moved back into my Lincoln house to find Dave, the squalid cunt.

8.What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Getting through to the second year, getting a first in Public Admin.

9.What was your biggest failure?

My failure to grow close to a girl and get some kind of relationship.

10.Did you suffer illness or injury?

Nope.

11.What was the best thing you bought?

I bought a fucking lot of CDs but I can't name my favourite.

12.Whose behaviour merited celebration?

My Lincoln friends, Jez for letting me and Alan move in to his shit-hot house, Dave for giving me the kick up the arse I needed to cut down on my drinking.

13.Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?

Dave. Without a single doubt in my mind.

14.Where did most of your money go?

CDs, booze, weed.

15.What events did you get really, really, really excited about?

Kinski playing the Rescue Rooms and getting to meet them, Four Tet and Explosions at the same gig.

16.What song will always remind you of 2005?

There will probably be a lot, but right now all I can think of is Nirvana's Scentless Apprentice.

17.Compared to this time last year, are you:
i.happier or sadder? Sadder.
ii.thinner or fatter? Pretty much the same.
iii.richer or poorer? Richer.

18.What do you wish you'd done more of?

Cycling, making attempts to get to know people.

19.What do you wish you'd done less of?

The weed and drinking.

20.How will you be spending Christmas?

The day will be spent with family. The evening will be spent with friends at John's house getting absolutely slaughtered off my tits for the first time in months.

21.Who did you spend the most time on the phone with?

The latter part of 2005 it was probably Holly. I only tend to use my phone for texts, I hate speaking to people on the phone.

22.Did you fall in love in 2005?

Heh.

23. How many one-night stands?

3 or 4.

24. What was your favourite TV program?

My love for Classic Simpsons episodes was rekindled, and Family Guy Season 4 is genius. Peep show deserves a huge mention as well.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?

Nah, I don't hate anyone really.

26. What was the best book you read?

Hunter S Thompson's Rum Diaries.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery or rediscovery?

Better use of modes, songwriting skills honed a little more. Musical rediscovery was definitely Tool. All hail Tool.

28. What did you want and get?

A new guitar.

29. What did you want and not get?

I wanted a girlfriend, I didn't get one. This is largely my fault for pushing away the ones I actually liked. I had chances and I blew them all.

30. What were your favourite films of this year?

I can't think of any actually released this year so I'll ream off the usual Classics. Taxi Driver, The Deer Hunter, Vanilla Sky, etc...

31.What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I think I got absolutely fucked. I was/am 19.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

A room full of women and money. And the walls are made from condensed weed. And Jack Daniels flows from the taps.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?

I wouldn't. I wear a lot of dark colours, that's about it.

34. What kept you sane?

My friends and family, music, knowing that I can achieve my goals if I put effort into something.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most/least?

Most - Katie Melua (fuck off). Least - David Blunkett.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?

Nothing. The G8 would've if they actually did something.

37. Whom did you miss?

Fuck knows.

38. Who was the best new person you met?

I can't remember who I didn't know last year. I have a few casual acquaintances around Uni that I like, other than that I can't think of anyone.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:

Don't piss up a chippy wall when there's a policewoman watching.

40. Do you have any lost feelings of others.

Sure.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-16T16:14:00

2005-12-16T16:20:21Z

Today me and Sophie posed in a photo for the Lincolnshire Echo. We were holding a cardboard donkey and smiling like twats. That was probably the last thing I expected to happen when I woke up this morning. I think the photographer was slightly senile. Also featuring in the picture is a fat, acne-covered loud-mouthed third year girl. I can't say it was a pleasure to talk to her, seeing as I've heard her yelling things around the Newsroom before. What a retard.

We should be contacted as to which edition of the Echo it will be in. I'm cutting that out and sticking it on here, without a single fucking doubt in my mind.

Andy isn't answering his phone and I'm trying to ask to crash at his for the night. It doesn't look like Pelican will be happening after all. Screw sleeping in a hostel on my own; I'll get bumraped.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-15T14:25:00

2005-12-15T14:31:21Z

Why the Hell do I do these things?

I pass a CD stall and just have to succumb to my baser instincts and temptation. But at a fiver per CD, I'd be retarded to turn down such bargains! Especially seeing as HMV fucking suck and the albums I bought would be double the price there.

But yes, I bought Nirvana's In Utero. A long time coming, if you ask me. The other was Kind of Blue by Miles Davis. John Coltrane featuring, so I'm in for a treat. I always told myself when I was younger "Ant, you will not become a Jazz fan. Jazz is for wankers." Yeah, well guess what. I like Jazz and I'm a wanker. I don't know whether or not the two are linked. Did my love of Jazz help me become the wanker I am today, or did the fact that I'm a wanker lead me to an appreciation of Jazz?

This is a vicious circle, my friends. A vicious, evil circle.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-15T12:36:00

2005-12-15T12:39:15Z

Right, fuckers in the East Midlands area. Who's going to see Pelican?

I need a favour. There won't be any trains by the time the gig's finished (at least I don't think so), plus I don't know where the Horn in Hand is. I'm asking for a guide and a place to crash. Any takers? If so, come forth now! Come on, it's Pelican. We'd be idiots to miss this. Maybe an arrangement to meet somewhere in Nottingham that I know, like the Vic Centre?

If I don't get an offer, you all stink.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-13T16:30:00

2005-12-13T16:54:00Z

I didn't know what to do for this so I just put the first line from the first entry of every month.

Jan: MDMA is the best drug EVER.
Feb: I took more pictures today. Other than that I have nothing of much substance to write about.
Mar: Hannah doesn't seem to be talking to me.
Apr: I met Oceansize, shared a joint with the lead singer and got my interview.
May: Hudson will now be known as Jimmy the Pimp.
Jun: Soon to be a major Motion Picture (referring to the Stickman Chronicles).
Jul: What the Hell have I been so beat up about this week? I should really learn how to assess situations and adjust my mood accordingly.
Aug: This same routine every week is driving me absolutely insane.
Sept: Lorena visited on Tuesday and we both got pretty hammered on Whiskey.
Oct: When Dave first moved in he removed one of the mattresses (originally it came with my room when I moved in, but it was skanky and looked like someone had pissed in it) from the room and decided to place it by his door.
Nov: I'm still pretty fucking drunk to say the least. I've got Tool on full blast and despite it not being very good for a hangover, I couldn't give a fuck less.
Dec: I feel slightly better about the course and life in general today.

Current favourite songs:

1. Pelican - March to the Sea.
2. Bjork - Cocoon.
3. Sigur Ros - Saeglopur.
4. Tool - Reflection.
5. Boards of Canada - Dayvan Cowboy.
6. Hudson - I didn't know I could run that fast (a little egotistical, but I actually really like this song).
7. Pink Floyd - Remember a day.

In other news, I finished my Law essay 800 words over the 2000 word limit. Dick L'Orange said it was fine to go "a few-hundred words over the limit." I wonder if 800 counts as "a few." If not, I'll tell him I could've written even more and then fart in his face.

I also finished one of Ola's essays, "the audience as customers and consumers." I ended up arguing with myself that the self could either be a result of its media input or influenced by the group in which it belongs. Too much causal bullshit for my liking, but at least it's over and my bibliography looks reasonable.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-12T13:59:00

2005-12-12T14:05:51Z

Epiphanies: -

I don't want to be a Journalist anymore.
A person taught by a failure is almost certainly destined to become a failure.
90% of the people on this course are complete fucking idiots.
I should've taken a plumbing/electrician's apprenticeship instead of all this shit.
Most people only talk because it stops them from thinking.
The only way out of my worthless fucking life is music.

Mogwai's new album has leaked onto the Internet. Something to cheer me up, I suppose.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-11T18:25:00

2005-12-11T18:29:26Z

Message to blood_junkie:

Get yourself some Pelican. If there's anyone I know who'd like them immediately (barring Jenn because I'm her bitch when it comes to music), it's you Andy. If you haven't got any of their albums by the time I post this, I will break into your house and pee on your carpets.

And as an end note, people who type "yew" instead of "you" deserve to have their genitals slashed to pieces.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-10T18:22:00

2005-12-10T18:35:38Z

Three things to report: -

After going shopping with mum today I picked up Pelican's 'The fire in our throats will beckon the thaw,' and it's absolutely breathtaking. I have a feeling they'll soon become my favourite band. Instrumental, technical and heavy. What else could I ever have hoped for? We also happened upon a card shop that sells personalised cards (your name printed on the front of it, just in case you still don't know who it's for after it's been opened). To my dismay, my name wasn't in the rack. Mohammed was, but I certainly wasn't. I hope you have a very merry Christmas, Mohammed. You fucking bastard.

After me and Ben laid the groundwork for a new song, Hudson finally worked on it as a collective. I am genuinely proud of it, and the heavy part is just fantastic. The whole song's pretty much two riffs, but damn does it get loud. We decided to call it 'I didn't know I could run that fast.' It references Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey. Where it is in the film, I'll leave you to find.

I need to do my Uni work.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-09T14:01:00

2005-12-09T14:07:32Z

Stupidest question I've been asked today:

"y do u wright with all commas and that?"

Because I don't want to be on the fucking dole for the rest of my life, you stupid cunt. What the Hell is wrong with these people? Why do they talk to me? I thought I blocked all the morons from my msn years ago, but it turns out I only deleted a few of them.

If there were a God, there'd be no stupidity in the world. The fact that such morons go on living unscathed is proof enough for me that God either doesn't exist, doesn't care or he's just dead.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-08T15:58:00

2005-12-08T15:59:24Z

Dear Santa,

Is the Apocalypse too much to ask for?

-Ant.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-08T11:53:00

2005-12-08T12:04:24Z

So, last night didn't happen. I was really in the mood for drinking obscene amounts too. It's not often I feel like that anymore, seeing as living with Dave for all that time ruined alcoholism for me. There'll be more opportunities over Christmas though, so I'll have that to look forward to. I just have to regain faith in what wonderful things alcohol can do (namely get me in trouble and make fat girls magically appear in my bed last thing at night).

Today I have a Photography deadline at 4. I haven't taken any pictures yet. Fuck it though, it's easy to take pictures and there's plenty of subject matter on the High Street. I hope that Mariachi band are there again today, they ruled my face in the last time I saw them. This time I hope to get pictures of them. The accompanying story is going to be riveting and Christmas themed. Luckily I only have to think the story up and not write it (the pictures are more important, apparently).

The Universe owes me a lot of positive karma. I'm waiting, you son of a bitch.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-07T12:24:00

2005-12-07T12:33:09Z

Brewer tonight, fuckfaces?

Kevin's telling me about his hangover, and it makes me want to get fucking hammered tonight. Fuck work, I'll do it tomorrow. I've ploughed through the majority of my essays now anyway. I think it's about time I drank the Absinthe my parents got me from Spain. Gonna pick up some stuff to make some cocktails.

Dave was meant to be out of the old house yesterday, but we believe he's still there. This is down to the fact that Jez found two bottles of wine stood up by our wall next to our house. One of them was filled with a brownish liquid. Nicotine and piss, anyone?

Last night Ben and Steven decided to write Dave a note. In Ketchup. Saying "DAVE U LIEK PISS." I didn't think it was a very good/funny idea at the time, but now that I think about it I can barely stop laughing. I hope that cunt fucking dies.

Edit: We still have a bottle of Tequila from New Year that Chris brought round. I wonder if Alan would be up for getting absolutely roaring drunk and using my Absinthe, the tequila and some Coke to balance the potency so that neither of us will be sick. It'll be pretty strong to say the least.

Second edit: The Stickman Chronicles website will have more added to it during Christmas, when DJ has time to work on animations. In the meantime I wrote up short biographies of Mike and Griswald. If you like complete and utter nonsense, then: -

Mike and Griswald grew up in the small town of Spappleclam. They spent their childhood together, going on many adventures about the town. Their thirst for endless adventure at this point is what drives them in life, and it has done ever since.

Mike and Griswald currently walk the Earth, and are of no fixed abode.

Griswald's bit

Griswald, aka Herr Grisvald, aka Sir Gerald Tompkinson III.

As a child, Griswald spent a lot of time tinkering with the philosophies of nature and life itself. Upon discovering that reality was in fact nothing but a mixture of positively-charged ions and negatively-charged washing-machine lint, he achieved perfect enlightenment. As a side-effect of this he must wear his glasses at all times, otherwise the Universe will implode upon his gaze. That and he’s allergic to helicopters.

Later in life, Griswald attended the Hyrmen University of Quantum Radio-mechanics and Squirrel technology, where he obtained a Masters in the field. For his dissertation, he commanded a million-strong army of squirrels into battle with a foreign menace known only as the Kri. In a recent interview, Griswald described the battle as "when pudding envelopes the surface area of a two-man dome tent." Truer words were never said.

Mike’s bit

Mike Cuntson Jr, aka Lord Yurp.

Although not as intelligent as his counterpart, Mike more than makes up for this with his fearlessness and desire to do good for the World. All those around Mike could see that he was somehow different, but this difference would not be truly defined until later on.

At the age of 7, Mike invented a machine that would make its user able to see pure time. Unfortunately, seeing as each particle of time is shaped like a donkey fellating itself, the scientific World saw his invention as “stupid.”

One year later due to overuse of his machine, Mike was involved in an explosion that made him able to split time particles. He used this ability for the greater good, and won the Nobel Prize after he found a way of turning each time particle into a full Sunday dinner. Mike single-handedly solved World hunger and was praised on the cover of Time Magazine as “a badder motherfucker than Samuel L Jackson.”

Although Mike never attended University, he was awarded several honorary degrees from many esteemed institutes of learning. “It was as if my face were an overturned aardvark collapsing in on itself and bearing the fruits of a defamation plaintiff,” says Mike on the matter.

satans_spawn @ 2005-12-06T15:11:00

2005-12-06T15:14:07Z

Aside from the fact our Law presentation was set out differently than all the others, without our knowledge of this happening, we were told that we did rather well. I didn't have an opportunity to ask any questions, which was an absolute load of bollocks. I had some good ones, too. Could've grilled the fuckers, but didn't! Damn.