Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far away?
Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door,
Means I'm, I'm leaving my woman at home.

Lord yeah, Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.

And I don't know, oh where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends, I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my woman at home.
 
Lord yeah, Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.

Train roll on, Tuesday's gone.

Train roll on many miles from my home,
See I'm, I'm riding my blues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
Lord, but somehow I've got to carry on.

Lord yeah, Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.

Train roll on, on.
Because my baby's gone.
I'm riding my blues babe, tryin' to ride my blues babe.
Ride on train.
Ride on train.
Ride my blues babe.
Goodbye Tuesday.
Goodbye Tuesday.
Oh Train.



This song always just akes me stop and think. Whether it be the demo, original or live version, it's just so powerful.

I sometimes miss things, wish things would change, or wish that y life took a different path.
But this song just puts things in perspective for me.
It has a special meaning to me.
It cheers me up, and it calms me down.

I dunno what's made me just suddenly get into this mood.

Listen to this song if you have spare time.

From Matthew 21:18-19

18 Early in the morning, as he was on his way back to the city, he was hungry.

19 Seeing a fig tree by the road, he went up to it but found nothing on it except leaves. Then he said to it, "May you never bear fruit again!" Immediately the tree withered.

I think i speak for everyone when i say WTF?

No known species of reindeer can fly.

However, there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not completely rule out flying reindeer that only Santa has seen.

There are an estimated 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world.

But since Santa doesn't - apparently - handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - a mere 378 million, according to the Population Census Bureau.

At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there is at least one good child to each home.

Santa has 31 hours of christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels from east to west, which seems logical.

This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each 'Christian' household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to: park, hop out the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get into the sleigh and move onto the next house.

Assuming that these 91,800,000 stops are evenly distrubuted around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but for purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .76 miles per household, a total trip of 75,500,000 miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours.

This means Santa's sled is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times faster than the speed of sound.

For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 24.7 miles per second. A conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight.

On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds.

Even granting the ability of 'flying reindeer' to pull perhaps ten times the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight or even nine.

We need more.

Infact, we need 214,191 more. Or a total of 214,200 reindeer.

This increases the payload - not counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,420 tons.

Again, for comparison, this is four times the weight of the ocean liner Queen Elizabeth.

This 353,000 tons travelling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance, which will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere.

The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14,300,000,000,000,000,000 (14.3 quintillion) joules of energy.

Per second.

Each.

In short, they will almost instantaneously burst into flames, exposing the reindeer behind them, who will repeat the process, and they will create deafining sonic booms in their wake.

The entire reindeer team will be vapourised within 4.26 thousandths of a second.

Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to acceleration forces 17,500.06 greater than gravity.

A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

In conclusion, if Santa did deliver presents on Christmas Eve...

he's dead now.

Merry Christmas Everybody!

Fear Of The Dark Duck - Iron Maiden

I am a boy who walks alone
And when I'm swimming in a dark pond
At night or strolling through the muck

When the light begins to dim
I sometimes feel a little whim
A little anxious that there's a duck

Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a constant fear that one is quacking near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that one is waddling here

Have you run your fingers down the tap
And have you felt some feathers flap
When you're searching for the sauce?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that somethings swimming there

Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a constant fear that one is quacking near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that one is waddling here

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard flaps from behind
And turned around and nothing's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to keep a straight face
Because you're sure theres one eating a fish

Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a constant fear that one is quacking near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that one is waddling here

Watching nature films the night before
Debating swans and a big boar
The unkown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows with webbed feet

Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a constant fear that one is quacking near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that one is waddling here

Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a constant fear that one is quacking near
Fear of the duck, fear of the duck
I have a phobia that one is waddling here

When I'm swimming in a dark pond
I am a boy who quacks alone

I lost my bus-pass today. well... it's more of a weekly-ticket but still. it cost £15 bloody quid! i still have last weeks aswell, so let's see how long it'll take before they realise its out of date.

how come no-one writes blogs that often anymore? i enjoy rablings of people. Kath, Zoe and Chloe all have had some great blogs, although sometimes personal, have always been a good read. then again, they all live in Stafford, so there's nothing better to do. unless you all decide to go town but there's not much there either (for those of you not in the know, just think of Northumberland St. and cut it by half, and have Monument Mall and Monument both in that area aswell). But i'd still like to go back there some day. MONKEY FOREST!

Gemma has given me a fascinating idea of starting to video blog. if you would like to see my ramblings on film, please leave a comment. i need to see if people would be interested first before i start, otherwise i'd just get spammers and haters on. OLOLOLOLOL U SUXORZ n00b

but seriously, say if you would subscribe =]

is it just me, or does it look like that when muslims have their burqa's on, they look like the Grim Reaper?

6th Form is goin well. still in the easy-ish stage as of today but im enjoying it. it's fun

People who sell the Big Issue really irritate me. i mean i know it's a job for the homeless but dont you think it would just be better if hobos didnt irritate you when your walking down the street? if i wanted to find out about current affairs i'd watch the news for free instead of paying £1.50. and a quid fifty isnt hat much of an income either. i mean yes i understand that the homeless need an income, but that's what JOBS are for. you know, or Benefits.

well, that actually doesnt bother me that much, i lie. but the fact they have to get training and a pass to say they are eligable to sell it. i didnt think that tramps had to have public relation classes. they usual shout at me in the street anyways. maybe they all shout "Big Issue", but cant pronounce it very well?

Death Magnetic is awesome. 'nuff said

These tablets im on seemt o be working. with the fact my skin is flakey and that i do get a bit down after i take them, i think it's clearing them up a bit/reduced the redness. so if i do sound down when im on to you, it' probs them unless i say otherwise (Y)

There has been someone in Scotland today who rang the police. you know how it is, there's a problem/emergancy and you need it sorting out, you call them. the thing is, the reason why they were called was because the persons rabbit didnt have floppy ears.

are people seriously that stupid?

"Hello, Emergancy Services. How can I help?"

   "Quick, yes. MY RABBIT DOESNT HAVE FLOPPY EARS! =0"

anyways, more later if i can think of stuff

you cannot acheive success without the risk of failure. and i learned a while ago you cannot acheive success, if you fear failure.

if you you're not afraid to fail, you'll have the chance to succeed. but you're never going to get there unless you risk all the way.

sometimes aswell, half the fun is failing. learning from your mistakes, waking up the next morning and saying "ok, watch out. here i come again. a little bit smarter, licking my wounds, and really not looking forward to getting my ass kicked the way i just did yesterday. so now im a little more dangerous"

if you get into this mind-frame, man you'll be unstopable

The first in a series of Blogs i'm gonna do which will just be me rambling on stuff, serious or just plain silly. Just to try and keep you lot amused since me entertainmet juices are running.... at 10am in the morning ¬_¬

First off, i've just literall been offered a jo. it wasnt even going to my first point but i just got a call (at 10am in the morning ¬_¬) for a job! =D

of taking tae kwon-do classes.... yeah, already tried that gig before and it wasnt too good. well, it was, but i think i took too many other classes for Billy aswell. Although this class right, around 7 kids turn up for it for £4 of an hour's tkd. And hall hire is like £6, so essentially im making £20 an hour. Oh, before i forget, i may be getting pink sparring gear, just for the crack. anyways,  I think it'll be worth it. Although, apart from me being considerably less fit and more lathergic than 6 months ago, there's something else which is making me think wether or not i should take it

and that is the fact 6th For starts in like 2 weeks. Is it just me or has this summer just flown by? seriously, it just seems like a fortnight ago i was failing Geography and being distracted by shiney objects in the Maths calculator paper. I mean im really looking forward to the challenge and new subjects and new friends (not that i gonna ditch the old ones, they're gonna be the main peeps still), but i'll miss the care-free days of waking up at 11 and going to bed at 2. and then waking up again at 4 and having tea and going back sleep again at midnight.

Who here would like to see the Carnival Olympics? i know i would. there could be a guy who can do the hammer-thing. an a guy who's very good at hook-a-duck. he could have practised using real ducks on a farm, chasing them around the barn. and the people who get dunked in the water could do diving. ah, there's so many possibilities.

there was this lass on This Morning earlier who was 15 years old and 33 stone. 33 STONE! now, i know that obesity is a growing problem for Britains youth but that just takes the buiscuit (infact i think she's taken many buiscuits, but i digress). Surely you just couldnt allow yourself to get that big. Her "trigger" for this per-say was that she was comfort eating beacause her dad died (fair enough) when she was 3 years old... hmm... doesnt really add up if you ask me. i think there's got to be some form of psychological problem there. im not going to rant about fat people here becasue that's something people can get easily offended with because of todays society, but im gonna say that no-one i know (apart from maybe Shauna) is anywhere close to having a weight problem on the tubby side of things (or skinny side either (i think)). so let's move onto something else

i think it would be pretty sweet if we could keep octopusses as domesic bets. just imagine it for second right. they're perfect! you can play with them, feed them, and they can fend off burgerlers. or, if the get away, then you just look for the guy with an octopus on his head. imagine that at the line-up behind thee 2 way looking glass.

"which one of these robbed your house sir"

    "Number 6. he's the one with Sqiuqward on his head. the others just have beenie hats with jelly-filled stockings ont heir heads and they look rediculouse"

also, i've just seen an article on Octupus Wrestling. I would pay good money to see one take on The Undertaker. Although i think the thought of an octopus in lycra is slightly offputting.

why is there a picture of a cat in my neighbours back garden? it looks very very silly.

right, well i think that's it for the moment. i'll pros write another one soon or something. right now i gotta get ready for a day witht he father. and 2 classes of tkd tonight. god im gona be dead.

toodle-pip