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The Beginning

I've decided to start a blog to keep people up to date with my movements and also to create a documented history of my endeavors.

Cheers

Blair

The Life of a Giant by Blair Frame

Hello,

What is up cornflakes?

I haven't posted for a while since my life has sort of gone into a downward spiral, nothing worth killing myself over (holla Bizzle) but it seems to have snagged itself on a rusty hook like that sweater Weezer were banging on about.

I haven't had access to my own computer for 3 weeks now and im feeling the effects. I have many ideas that i wish to lay down and do something with but i find myself wasting away like a painkiller in a glass of Luke warm water that represents my feelings about life!

Luckily i have my homeboys to call on for enjoyment, Arise Sir Bizzle and all of the other Sirs. As of late i find myself increasingly going out each weekend, not in search of a mate (i don't do the whole cattle market nightclub thing) but instead i go in the hope that a story might unfold and i could be apart of something.

This weekend was like the past 2, going to Wolverhampton for frolicals and ending up in Blast off, now dubbed "Bugger off" by Chris which i thought was mighty funny.

Hopefully soon i can start too knuckle down on my doodling and start to make these stupid drawings and ideas into something i can present also I'm looking to become a fully fledged turntablist, with more scratches than a Cat rapist.

In my short and un-illustrious life I've never tried to be a wanker or too offend anyone, I have always tried to do what i think it right and always thought things through but it seems to have gotten me absolutely nowhere. I also allow myself to get used and manipulated by people who take advantage of how cool i am. Why the fuck do these people do this to me? I wish they would all fuck off and leave me to my own devices. Recently i have been comparing myself to people who The Mighty Bizzle says are below me and will always be below me, yet still i strive to appease these nobodies, whats up with that shit? Just because i might look different doesn't mean I'm not as good as every other generic Ape-man who lives on this earth. Fuck you all.

Hopefully things will pick up for me this year, as i think i fucking deserve some luck.

Too all those who know me, I am Champagne and you know this.
Too all those who don't know me, I am Champagne and you soon will know this.
Too all those who hate me, I will always be Champagne and no matter how i get into your blood stream, i will spread through your soul like cancer.

Signed,

Blair "Coolington" Frame

p.s 2 fingers raised to the haters

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When Saturday came! (sans Sean Bean)

Hello anyone who reads this blog (i know some people do and god bless you for it)

Sorry that i have not been putting anything funny on here for a while but my computer decided that Machine heaven was a better place to be, so at the moment I'm raging against the machine(s).

These last few weeks have been fruitful, as I've tried to keep myself busy by going to watch Hot Fuzz which rocked, playing football, darts and watching/reading things I've had on my shelves for a while. This weekend was particularly fun as i played football and got absolutely filthy and impressed my peers with my stallion like performance and stylish haircut. I carried on the equestrian theme by going home and consuming many sugar cubes for energy!

Expecting Saturday to be a quiet one (which in a way i was hoping for) i got a text message from my bud C-Bizzle asking if i would like to frequent our usual haunts, at first i was reluctant and i batted him off but hes a persistent bleeder and he highlighted the key line in the contract that he had forced me to sign years previous: "You said you would always say yes if i asked you to come out". Being a honest man, stout of heart and true to my word i decided that i would make that interdimensional journey to the land of Quarry Bank, some say it lays somewhere in between two warring dimensions that fight for control of the middle aged folk from the area (as any seasoned traveller will know, you will only find young chavs or old people inhabiting the Great QB high street).
So anyway, back to the story. I arrived at Cassa-de-Bate to be greeted by Chris, Kylie, Nick and Truman. We have formed the Core of many an operation together so i knew with Chris' Sharp mind, Kylies extensive knowledge of charmcraft, Nick's knowledge of Ancient law and Rituals, Truman's ability to blend into crowds and my commanding leadership skills (The Call me 'The Iron Fist' but some say it for other reasons) we would be able to accomplish anything.

The night started in the Royal London, as oft times before, where we met up with Chris' friend Lindsay and David Jay. To more excellent additions that would surely make the night a success.
The usual banter was exchanged and Chris told me about some of the scripts he has been working on whilst being a lazy jobless bum and Truman and Nick waxed lyrical about randomness. Next we moved to The Little Civic for Muchos Double Vodka and Cokes which has become the official Team Splendid Tipple. Again words were exchanged but none were harmed in the making of these conversations and Chris pointed out that all words used were free range and were allowed to roam free and form sentences of their own.

Next we moved to Blast Off, where a big banner outside stated that it would be held in the Wulfrun hall as the Kaiser Chiefs where playing. The Music was disappointing and it was packed with many Beautiful babies and a lot of Apeish males.

We Left Blast Off and headed back to Chris' pad, where me and Chris ended up setting the world to rights, we hadn't done it for a while and i really enjoyed it.

I ended up on Bizzle's floor at about 4:45 ish and had me a good nights kip.

That was the end of the night and a good time was had by all.

Roll on Next Time.

Eras Come and Eras Go

So, i don't usually make posts like this as I've told Chris many a time that I'm not interesting enough to carry of a message of with meaning.

But this is just a little Ode to my Friend, Mentor and God Christopher D Bate.

I remember the first time i met this character, our eyes met over a desktop PC, as usual whenever i meet a new person i have a habit of saying something so stupid that they either think I'm weird in a good way, or they think I'm an absolute idiot. In this instance the words "Aren't You that guy from Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie" slipped out and the rest is history.
Chris later confessed to me that when he first saw me he thought that i was about 35 years old with at least 2 kids, i laughed as i was about 20 and the only kids i new where buried under my patio. Though for some strange reason we seemed to hit it off as a comedy double act, often being the ones who challenged others like saying to some people that it just wasn't possible to drive around the whole world in a car. Chris was going through some rough times which don't really need to be discussed here but this rounded off a Mad, Quirky, Genius who I'm not ashamed to admit i love like a brother.
Shortly after this period we both went through some changes and became Version 2's. This marked a new era for us both and one I've tried to maintain until this day, I'm even thinking about upgrading to v.3 but that is still in debate.
After becoming pretty good friends, Chris started inviting me along for his interesting adventures, scared at first i found excuses to parry these invites but after a while i decided to go along and see just how fun it really was and I'm so glad that i did as i credit Chris with making more of a worldly man. We have had some excellent adventures like Bill and Ted, like my first festival when we went to V, to the night we stood next to Chali 2na at a Jurassic 5 gig, all these memories make me glad that i can call Chris a friend.
Obviously bringing it to the present day, Chris has met a brilliant young lass called Kylie and I'm chuffed to bits that they found each other as i see them going places together and i don't mean Victorian Forts of Follies.
Now Chris is on his merry way from The hell hole we work in, I'm sad that we wont be able to throw wet paper at each other or go for our daily Toilet Meetings but yet i am glad that this Mighty Hawk has been freed to attack The Field Mice of Life.

Go forth Mighty Bird and Feast upon Life, because you are the most spectacular being in existence and no one will ever clip your wing.

An Ode to my Friend, Christopher "C-Bizzle" Bate

p.s I used 2 boxes of Cleanex to write this, though i didn't cry, i have a copy of Razzle sitting next to me.