Lead vocalist of the extreme power metal band 'Dragonforce.'
"On the black wind forever
We ride on together
Destroying your evil with freedom my guide
When the master will call us
He stands high before us
Our hearts filled with splendour
Our swords will shine over the light."
Nuneaton, my glorious home, how I miss you. The image of Nuneaton, like many industrial towns has gained a poor reputation in some circles, promoted by the usual naysayers and negative minded types who will dismiss and castigate anywhere, anything for the sheer pleasure of doing so. However I love Nuneaton. Not just for the fact that it has been my home for the majority of thelast 30 years (since birth in fact)nor for the fact that most of my family still reside there, no, it is for the place itself. Yes there are crime problems, yes there are local chavs lowering the tone, yes there is litter grafitti and dirt, but these problems exist across the majority of Britain. And there are decent people, educated, caring and hard working in Nuneaton. There are also places of splendour and beauty, Arbury Hall, Seeswood Pool, countryside areas in the areas surrounding Ansley, Arley, Astely et al, Ensors Pool, home to the rare native English crayfish, beauty spot and SSSI, The walk from Alderman Smith School playing field to Bermuda Village is one of peace and tanquility. There is also a wonderous and interesting local history, exhibited and interpreted at the local Museum and Art Gallery, as well as the Chilvers Coton Heritage Centre. Beautiful churches, plethora of restaurants (Indian, Thai, Italian, Greek, Nepalese, Chinese) I could continue, but in short, nuneaton is a wonderous and beautiful place and needs more positive attitudes and portrayals to recognise its full potentialmore...
A workplace in which there is often conflict; in which many of the occupants are incompetant and do little but raise the ire of other workers (i.e. kids in a sandpit who just piss the other kids off).
The offending workers are typically one/multiples of glorywhore, dumb cunt, fucking retard and old pickle
G: God damn Wayne is a fucking retard, look what he fucked up this time (points anywhere)
J: Christ, I was about to show you this (point at something else) that he also fucked up; he sure is a dumb cunt
G: Fucking oath, has he actually done anything?
J: Not that I've seen, but he's such a fucking glorywhore, you know he told (boss) that 'we' fixed this (points); that was fucking me!
(J's phone rings, he leaves)
G: God damn Splendour was awesome, now I'm back in the fucking sandpit
Emo, noun. Sub-genre of really pathetic people, who give goths, and people with real emotional problems a bad name. Usually found listening to old-school cd players and over-sized head-phones. Reason, they want to be different. They fail at this because they are all different together. Usually they even look the same. Fringe of jet-black hair to covering the right or left 2/3 of their face. Girls usually wear skin tight black jeans, guys steal their girlfriends' jeans. And make up. And sex-toys. And ex boyfriends. Emo's usually complain about how no-one understands them, that's because no one cares about a snotty rich kid who creates fictional problems because they're bored and have too much money. If you want to find out more about emo's go to your next, 30 Seconds to mars, Hawthorne Heights, or <insert mildly angsty band name> to view them in their full, sad splendour.
You are emo if you started crying after the second sentence.
Also, there is nothing more entertaining than making fun of an emo. I personally sleep on a waterbed filled with the tears of a thousand emo's.
EMO: Isn't it possible for two, or four guys to make out, naked and not be gay?
I'm so sad, I'm going to write poetry in my diary and listen to my favourite band, June in December. Thank God mom pre-heated my razor blade for me, I don't like it when it's cold.
satisfaction after causing lodza harm to other peoples.
We worship our abomination of desolation
With fire, blood, swords and reverence
See that hour blessed splendour in my name
War engines and battles of conquest are atheists
Glory in the highest heaven
Hear... My atonement
We will return to the victorious city
For a proof to the world
Occurs when a young woman, usually of Caribbean descent, is visibly affronted by the splendour of another female's, far superior, hair weave. This variety of 'do-envy will result in long & hard stares, emenating from the unfortunate, embarrassed woman, with the less impressive weave.
"Dat slack hoochie tink she good. Me gwan cot me eye at 'er", thought La'Shonda, before shooting weav'ils across the crowded Brixton bus.
An Italian town situated at the very heart of Italy (see picture 1), Florence (Firenze in Italian) is often referred to as the unique ‘cradle of the Renaissance’ (‘La culla del Rinascimento’). Its impressively high permore...
capita rate of trade achieved during the XV and XVI centuries would shrink today’s city of London (United Kingdom) to a dull village in comparison (see quotation 1).
Florence is populated by 366.488 residents, some of which are natives, the Florentines. To these, a population
of 10 millions-odd tourists (20% of which are Americans and 7.8% British) add up every year. Due to this extraordinary flow of tourists, the Florentines have developed a harsh sense of detachment towards strangers (though for most of the Florentines tourists represent a source of wealth). This does not mean that the
average Florentine is a racist or close-minded, characteristics that do not appeal to people living where modern culture and civilization developed five centuries ago. However, it may account for the hard time foreigners face when they try to socialize with locals (see quotation 2).
Florence’s population is composed of four distinct clusters of people – namely, a) the Florentines, b) the tourists, c) the foreign, largely Amer...