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About Me

MyGen Profile Generator My name is Lloyd, my friends refuse to call me by my nickname 'Ace McStud'. At the time of this I'm 20 yrs old and 'in-between jobs'. I live in the corner of my ma's front room behind a settee, seriously. I like to think of myself as intelligent but my actions and lifestyle are anything but sensible.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Myself at the age of 14 and tell myself not to accept that joint/cigarette/beer. Hunter S. Thompson, Tim Burton, that guy who tripped me up in the dinner hall at school making me spill my dinner tray, James Blunt to ask him 'WHY!?' KT Tunstall and/or Melua, I'm not fussed which.

My Blog

What is Truth?

     Is truth such a hard concept to understand? I used to be told I lied alot, maybe I did. Stupid little lies, harmless to anyone. I know now I'm not the liar.  I've spent t...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 16:30:00 GMT

Rollin’ and tumblin’

   It's been a while, I'd like to think I was waiting for something interesting to write about but in the time inbetween this and the last post I've been to two festivals, a house party in l...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 03:33:00 GMT

Desolation Row

   Thats it, I reread some of my old blogs and they made me chuckle, but recently there has been none of that malarkey and this troubled me until tonight. There is no humour left in this tow...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 18:12:00 GMT

I hate fridays part two

   What's wrong with the world today? Us? Me and you? Are we personally responsible for the state of things? Not yet... But we will be. I kept true to my promise and got pissed out of my tre...
Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 18:40:00 GMT

The Highwaymen

For the first time in fourty eight hours I got out of bed this morning for reasons other than shitting and eating. Due to some serious graft at work I put my back out and left me crippled and bent up ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 04:50:00 GMT

Untitled stuff I pulled outta my ass one night

The days of the talented drifter breezing into town after stowing away in an unlocked carriage are gone; maybe they were never there to begin with. Who knows where clichés, films and reality meet and ...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 05:39:00 GMT

All along the watchtower

   Do you want to hear about my shit day at work? My shit job? My shit... yeah you get it! You don't want to because it's probably just been the same kind of day for you and the last thing y...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 09:48:00 GMT

Maggie's Farm

    Shit, its almost two and I'm wet through to the bone. My humors taken a battering tonight. Its the friday night blues as they have been come to called. Was it so long ago that frida...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 17:46:00 GMT

A simple twist of fate

           Ah yes, so it has come to pass. This buffalo has moved on to graze upon pastures greener. I sit writing this in my dear Da's garage. A radi...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 02:51:00 GMT

Saturday Night Fever

          Four months had passed since that day. It rained on every single day since. This of course is an exaggeration for artistic purposes to show just...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 08:16:00 GMT