i've no idea how much it was worth but i couldn't fit it in my pocket. that was pretty rad.

found it was solid chocolate. NO BISCUIT.

or, moving to germany in 2004. I should've stayed there :(

...opening it, and finding that it contained only red, black and orange ones.

a stranger proposed to me once. My life has been pretty dire.

all at the same time.

I felt pretty great.

that was pretty bestest.

my last day of school was pretty wonderful. the relief of never having to see hundreds of people ever again is pretty enormous.
also, i wrote a poem for a 6music competition once and it got read out on air and they sent me an email back telling me i was awesome. it kept me amused at work for almost an hour.

exciting things don't generally happen to me.

Vaguely remember doing the lindy hop with a drag queen at the Bestival last year. That was pretty good.

It was Friday 13th October, and I was off to see Sunn 0))), Burning Star Core and Leopard Leg. I got a call from my mum to say that little Freddy had been born, as I was talking to Jarvis Cocker who shouted congratulations down the phone. As I hung up Sunn 0))) came on, and I can't really remember feeling as happy as I did then.

but getting together with reece
*blushes*

I felt so proud of myself and relieved. <geeeeeeek>

Waking up with £100 in my pocket, a Mercades Benz badge and no hangover. THAT was amazing.

OR

Driving from Aberdeen to London and realising I could've just kept on going. That was such a cool feeling... and one day I will do it!

for Ware Youth Under 12s

and seeing a copy of a compilation that i put together in the new releases section :)

by a mile.

The birth of my daughter.

Really serious answer: Being present for Bontcho Guentchev's first Hendon goal. An overhead kick against Canvey Island past Brian Horne. A moment later immortalised in song by Saint Etienne.

shot with my hands

Sort of gave me a confidence and a belief in myself that I didn't have before, and upped my self-esteem. Although we went out seperate ways after a while, I think she had quite a large impact on me.

in London

i didnt expect it and it was the proudest moment of my short life to date

sleeping in a cave at the top of a hill in the lake district aged about 15 and breaking down in joyful tears at how beautiful the earth is.

or rosana.

Nothing whatsoever.

Best thing I ever did.

maybe finding out I could do something well and finding what kinda jobs I wanted to do. I love working outside in the countryside and anywhere in that field. It was damn cool when I completed aqualification in it fter years of not having any idea of what to do with myself.

to release three records by my old joke of a band. we lost him so much money. it was amazing.

2) Holding down a job despite posting on here all the bloody time.

Children
Druks
being born human

One contender has to be Reading '07, by far the best five days of my life.

A particularly special moment was on Sat/Sun mid-afternoon some random guy stumbles over asking if we have any glue in an incredibly thick Scottish accent, thereafter sitting with us and proceeding to scream 'get your rat out' at every female passer by. He brought a beer bong, so my incredibly abrasive but amusing fat friend Charlie took the challenge. As we poured beers down the funnel, someone got a bottle of absinthe and proceeded to unload its contents down his throat.

He awoke a few hours later, topless, with the spam that was smeared across his face and body slowly bubbling away in the sun. Priceless.