HillTop Mile, my new band, played at the Red Herring in Oulton Broad, Lowestoft.
There was about 80-90-100 people there and for a first performance in public together it went really well!
Michael Moore (guitarist/singer/percussion) played superbly well even though he was singing through a cold. The originals he wrote were greeted with a huge applause and his covers were a highlight to many of the crowd.
Rich Hinton (pianist/singer) played almost flawlessly despite being a touch nervous at the beginning. Showerheads? Who needs them?! (ha! you'd understand if you were there)
And me, Laurence Hinton, played okay... I didn't forget words to my own songs or anything!
Parts of the gig were recorded! If you wanna watch go over to Youtube and search for HillTop Mile.
Join our facebook too!! :)
Much love to everyone!
Tuesday 21 September 2010
Friday 27 November 2009
So I spent the morning writing Christmas cards... Which is all very nice blah blah blah...
But im not writing them for friends etc, Im writing them for people who have had their human rights infringed, a scheme developed by Amnesty international to bring a little bit of joy to people over the festive period. Which, again, is all very nice.
I, however, am not writing out these cards from myself but for my boss. It seems a little hypocritical and kind of insulting to the people they are addressed to, to write these cards from him (most of which saying "thinking of you in your time of struggle") when he can't even be bothered to write them out, let alone read their stories (which are horrible in most cases)
Lets hope these people don't know and are brought that smile the Amnesty international are hoping for.
But im not writing them for friends etc, Im writing them for people who have had their human rights infringed, a scheme developed by Amnesty international to bring a little bit of joy to people over the festive period. Which, again, is all very nice.
I, however, am not writing out these cards from myself but for my boss. It seems a little hypocritical and kind of insulting to the people they are addressed to, to write these cards from him (most of which saying "thinking of you in your time of struggle") when he can't even be bothered to write them out, let alone read their stories (which are horrible in most cases)
Lets hope these people don't know and are brought that smile the Amnesty international are hoping for.
Wednesday 18 November 2009
Okay, this has been said to me a few times today... "This is what you did your degree for" usually followed by a pointless task that, lets be honest, a trained chimp could do. This could include pulling post-it notes out of a book, or putting 5 CD's in a box after collecting them from the Masterers. Who else really wants a trained chimp now?!!
But the reason I got my degree is so I can get higher in the company quicker.. and of course the unbelievable skill to slack off and go on Facebook all day and post blogs etc whilst still doing the work im given by the boss.
University students got their degree to multi task!! lol
But the reason I got my degree is so I can get higher in the company quicker.. and of course the unbelievable skill to slack off and go on Facebook all day and post blogs etc whilst still doing the work im given by the boss.
University students got their degree to multi task!! lol
Monday 14 September 2009
Chapter 1
Okay this is the first part of the first chapter of the book i'm writing in my spare time (as I have soo damn much spare time lately!)
So tell me what you think!
It was a beautiful day in Caravela, a small town on the coast of England; the wind was gently threading itself through the trees on the cliffside tempting each leaf to do its own small dance. In the long grass Lloyd lay hand in hand with Jeane looking up at the few whiffs of cloud that were silently rolling across the sky, Jeane’s long brown hair making a chestnut aura around her head. The only sound they could hear was the gentle lapping of the sea against the stones on the beach below and the rustling of the bushes dancing in the wind.
Lloyd sat up with a start, releasing Jeane’s hand so he could lever himself up and sat staring at the sea. “Is it okay?” Jeane asked turning to face her boyfriend. Without breaking his stare, like he was listening intently to something, Lloyd replied with a slow nod. “Just saying that there’s good surf tomorrow if you wanna practice again?” He turned to look at Jeane with a smile, his green eyes looking deep into hers.
“Yeah, that sounds fun.”
“How is she today?” Lloyd asked breaking his stare with Jeane to gesture towards the sky with his eyes. After a few seconds silence Jeane laid back down in the long grass, let out a small breath and with a grin replied, “She’s fine, just playing through the trees.”
So tell me what you think!
It was a beautiful day in Caravela, a small town on the coast of England; the wind was gently threading itself through the trees on the cliffside tempting each leaf to do its own small dance. In the long grass Lloyd lay hand in hand with Jeane looking up at the few whiffs of cloud that were silently rolling across the sky, Jeane’s long brown hair making a chestnut aura around her head. The only sound they could hear was the gentle lapping of the sea against the stones on the beach below and the rustling of the bushes dancing in the wind.
Lloyd sat up with a start, releasing Jeane’s hand so he could lever himself up and sat staring at the sea. “Is it okay?” Jeane asked turning to face her boyfriend. Without breaking his stare, like he was listening intently to something, Lloyd replied with a slow nod. “Just saying that there’s good surf tomorrow if you wanna practice again?” He turned to look at Jeane with a smile, his green eyes looking deep into hers.
“Yeah, that sounds fun.”
“How is she today?” Lloyd asked breaking his stare with Jeane to gesture towards the sky with his eyes. After a few seconds silence Jeane laid back down in the long grass, let out a small breath and with a grin replied, “She’s fine, just playing through the trees.”
Thursday 25 June 2009
Back home
Okay, so i've moved home... *sigh* which is why i havent posted anything for ages as i have been busy having fun and moving my excessive amount of crap that i've acquired over the 3 years back.
I didnt think i'd miss wycombe so much but I really am. I dont think its so much the place, although it is a lot cooler than Lowestoft, but I really miss the people there. The last few months of university were the best months i've ever experienced and in light of that, i'm going to blog all the fun times (that i remember) from the time at University, drunken or otherwise.
The idea is... well... stolen.. completely from a guy that Mr Molony showed me on the internet but i can't remember his name. I'm fairly sure that most of our experiences will in no way out do the one that Dan read out in his living room (involving a crude sexual act that ended up with a women running from his apartment covering herself in a sheet drenched in lubrication, liquid poo and vomit from at least 2 people... try and find it, it really is hilarious) and I doubt I can write about them in such an eliquent style, but I shall try!!!
I'll try to keep people nameless if the stories seem to be 'crossing the line' of embarrasment and people don't want it up for everyone to see, but MY line is usually ALOT further away than most people (as Miranda is fully aware of). So if you don't want your name up, just say :)
Drunken memory number one...
Okay this happened in first year after the mens hockey initiations. Myself and Andrew Kelly were sitting in the common room of John North as we decided that the union would be full of men dressed as women and getting naked showing off their manhood and in a bold step to re-enforce our powering masculinity lol we decided to stay in. (We probably ended up doing something incredibly gay.. but thats not the point here)
To be honest, I think we were both waiting for one of our flat mates, Jimmy, to return from the initiations knowing full well that he would find it hard to defend himself from the barrage of pranks that usually follow myself and Andrew.
Jimmy eluded us at first, but once we found out that he was back, we made our way to his room. We werent quite sure what to do at first, but as fate would have it Jimmy had left his door unlocked! We entered. Jimmy was lying spralled across his bed, one testicle swaying out of the ripped tights that he was wearing but otherwise naked. After some laughter, taunting and some shouting, we somehow managed to get the naked (and still rediculously drunk) Jimmy out of his room and me and Andrew were metephorically dangling the carrot in front of his to lead him around halls in his drunken state... obviously still butt naked.
First to the downstairs kitchen... where Jimmy picked up a frying pan (unfortunately my frying pan) to cover his manhood and use as a weapon if he caught up with me or Andrew. After he chased us around halls for a bit, we returned upstairs to the first floor. On the first floor was the big kitchen, a more communal kitchen than our pokey ones downstairs. In this kitchen there was at least 4 people, all quite suprised to see Jimmy at the door naked covering himself with a frying pan.
After some screams etc etc we decided to take Jimmy back to his room. As we were going to his room we walked past the staircase where Sam was just coming back from home. Following Sam was the unaware Mother and Father. (apprently it was still pretty early in the evening and Jimmy was living up to his first nickname "Jimmy two pints")
The stunned Mother tried to cover her eyes after getting a flash of naked Jimmy and his one exposed testicle, but, alas couldnt as she was carrying some of Sam's things he bought from home, so had to run out of the building instead. After this we got Jimmy back to his room, safe and sound... and left him alone.
The next morning, me and Andrew went to his room to find the aroma of urine emulating from Jimmy's bedroom. Turns out, after allt hat running after me and Andrew, Jimmy couldn't be bothered to get out of bed to go to the toilet, so he merely rolled over urinated on his carpet then rolled back to return to his alcohol indused coma.
Weeks later, the smell and the stain remained... even the nice lady at Asda didn't know what the best product was to remove 3 week old urine stains from a carpet.
Jimmy moved out of John North Halls: The stain did not
I didnt think i'd miss wycombe so much but I really am. I dont think its so much the place, although it is a lot cooler than Lowestoft, but I really miss the people there. The last few months of university were the best months i've ever experienced and in light of that, i'm going to blog all the fun times (that i remember) from the time at University, drunken or otherwise.
The idea is... well... stolen.. completely from a guy that Mr Molony showed me on the internet but i can't remember his name. I'm fairly sure that most of our experiences will in no way out do the one that Dan read out in his living room (involving a crude sexual act that ended up with a women running from his apartment covering herself in a sheet drenched in lubrication, liquid poo and vomit from at least 2 people... try and find it, it really is hilarious) and I doubt I can write about them in such an eliquent style, but I shall try!!!
I'll try to keep people nameless if the stories seem to be 'crossing the line' of embarrasment and people don't want it up for everyone to see, but MY line is usually ALOT further away than most people (as Miranda is fully aware of). So if you don't want your name up, just say :)
Drunken memory number one...
Okay this happened in first year after the mens hockey initiations. Myself and Andrew Kelly were sitting in the common room of John North as we decided that the union would be full of men dressed as women and getting naked showing off their manhood and in a bold step to re-enforce our powering masculinity lol we decided to stay in. (We probably ended up doing something incredibly gay.. but thats not the point here)
To be honest, I think we were both waiting for one of our flat mates, Jimmy, to return from the initiations knowing full well that he would find it hard to defend himself from the barrage of pranks that usually follow myself and Andrew.
Jimmy eluded us at first, but once we found out that he was back, we made our way to his room. We werent quite sure what to do at first, but as fate would have it Jimmy had left his door unlocked! We entered. Jimmy was lying spralled across his bed, one testicle swaying out of the ripped tights that he was wearing but otherwise naked. After some laughter, taunting and some shouting, we somehow managed to get the naked (and still rediculously drunk) Jimmy out of his room and me and Andrew were metephorically dangling the carrot in front of his to lead him around halls in his drunken state... obviously still butt naked.
First to the downstairs kitchen... where Jimmy picked up a frying pan (unfortunately my frying pan) to cover his manhood and use as a weapon if he caught up with me or Andrew. After he chased us around halls for a bit, we returned upstairs to the first floor. On the first floor was the big kitchen, a more communal kitchen than our pokey ones downstairs. In this kitchen there was at least 4 people, all quite suprised to see Jimmy at the door naked covering himself with a frying pan.
After some screams etc etc we decided to take Jimmy back to his room. As we were going to his room we walked past the staircase where Sam was just coming back from home. Following Sam was the unaware Mother and Father. (apprently it was still pretty early in the evening and Jimmy was living up to his first nickname "Jimmy two pints")
The stunned Mother tried to cover her eyes after getting a flash of naked Jimmy and his one exposed testicle, but, alas couldnt as she was carrying some of Sam's things he bought from home, so had to run out of the building instead. After this we got Jimmy back to his room, safe and sound... and left him alone.
The next morning, me and Andrew went to his room to find the aroma of urine emulating from Jimmy's bedroom. Turns out, after allt hat running after me and Andrew, Jimmy couldn't be bothered to get out of bed to go to the toilet, so he merely rolled over urinated on his carpet then rolled back to return to his alcohol indused coma.
Weeks later, the smell and the stain remained... even the nice lady at Asda didn't know what the best product was to remove 3 week old urine stains from a carpet.
Jimmy moved out of John North Halls: The stain did not
Friday 20 March 2009
20th March
I realised today, that most people don't really like the places they live... If its people from Lowestoft thinking they're stuck in a rut, or people at university in High Wycombe thinking that its the shittest town that they could ever imagine being in, or the people from somewhere in Essex that don't really like where they live and whenever they get asked where they are from they instantly say "north east london". Why don't you move?? Scared??
As I come up to the end of university, i'm thinking of where I would like to live for the next few years. Wycombe has been a good town to be in for the last few years, but i don't know if I could picture being here other than to visit my friends that do stay here.
Lowestoft is probably the last option... If you've been there, you'll know its pretty far away from any kind of real civilisation, Norwich being the nearest place really and what does that have? Colmans mustard and Delia Smith!
Is it just when you've been somewhere for long enough it starts to get boring? Once you've done all the things that the town has to offer is it time to just move on?
Big decisions! lol
Much like this decision... Lionel Richie or Micheal Jackson??
As I come up to the end of university, i'm thinking of where I would like to live for the next few years. Wycombe has been a good town to be in for the last few years, but i don't know if I could picture being here other than to visit my friends that do stay here.
Lowestoft is probably the last option... If you've been there, you'll know its pretty far away from any kind of real civilisation, Norwich being the nearest place really and what does that have? Colmans mustard and Delia Smith!
Is it just when you've been somewhere for long enough it starts to get boring? Once you've done all the things that the town has to offer is it time to just move on?
Big decisions! lol
Much like this decision... Lionel Richie or Micheal Jackson??
Monday 16 March 2009
Me
This is my first blog, and despite the fact that i've been told that blogging is such a good thing to do, and that my last two girlfriends have both had blogs (that i occasionally read still) and that it would entertain me more than facebook does at the minute, it was a book by Seth Godin that convinced me to take this blogging game up.
I'm sort of in the middle of reading it right now. In fact, i've taken 10 minutes out of reading this book just to make a blog address for myself.. THATS HOW GOOD IT IS! it's about leadership... well at least the first 30 pages are, and how that everyone wants to be in a tribe; a group of people with shared interested or a common goal that could be benefitial. This got me thinking, advertising to young people has gotten harder and harder, with more inventive ways of advertising being thought up everyday... most of which are either being ignored (when was the last time you actually watched an advert on tv and was convinced to buy something??). Companies advertise to crowds... crowds are interesting in their own right, but there is no way to focus them to focus onto what they are being told. Wouldn't it be soooo much easier for them to sell something if they just found the right tribe to sell it too?
So, i'm going to finish this, my first ever blog entry, with this... First of all, read Tribes by Seth Godin... he's such an inspiring man, and secondly, if your reading this and you haven't got a blog of your own I would urge you to try it, you might find that you enjoy it and that you want to write more... I certainly have!
I'm sort of in the middle of reading it right now. In fact, i've taken 10 minutes out of reading this book just to make a blog address for myself.. THATS HOW GOOD IT IS! it's about leadership... well at least the first 30 pages are, and how that everyone wants to be in a tribe; a group of people with shared interested or a common goal that could be benefitial. This got me thinking, advertising to young people has gotten harder and harder, with more inventive ways of advertising being thought up everyday... most of which are either being ignored (when was the last time you actually watched an advert on tv and was convinced to buy something??). Companies advertise to crowds... crowds are interesting in their own right, but there is no way to focus them to focus onto what they are being told. Wouldn't it be soooo much easier for them to sell something if they just found the right tribe to sell it too?
So, i'm going to finish this, my first ever blog entry, with this... First of all, read Tribes by Seth Godin... he's such an inspiring man, and secondly, if your reading this and you haven't got a blog of your own I would urge you to try it, you might find that you enjoy it and that you want to write more... I certainly have!
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