Travel Blog 18; Just Think!

We’re living in a time where a lot of folks booze
Whether sitting in a bar or sitting in their front rooms
Some say its made for profit some say for fun
Some say its even made to keep the population dumb
It can loosen you up when your out with your friends
So you can finally approach that girl from your ends
Have a dance, lock lips, fall under the spell
Then wake up in the morning with a story to tell
It should come as no surprise I was a fan of the drink
Used to go through Whiskey till my nose turned pink
Jaeger Bombs by the tonnes, puking up in the bogs
Waking up without a clue how we got home from the clubs
Now don’t get me wrong it was all good fun
Cos we stayed smart enough not to leave in handcuffs
I know you’ve heard this and it sounds like a gimmick
But it always pays off just to know your limits
When your crowds buying rounds things get out of control
But try to keep your Ps and Qs try to balance your tone
If she just wont respond she just ain’t feeling you
Don’t persist don’t let the gesture get misconstrued
If your out and about and lose one of your friends
Take a second just to call them or a drop them a text
If your mixing your drinks your gonna get a sore skull
Morning after’s not for studying or visiting Mum
And if you see a sign of trouble don’t try to get involved
Don’t try to be the hero cos its not your job
You may think your the answer when you’ve got no hope
Plus the Bouncers get paid to stop fights you don’t
Wont bother saying don’t get drunk; you will
But try to keep below the point you turn violent and kill
Don’t try to walk home if its way too far
And for God Sake don’t try to jump in your car JUST THINK!

Most kids try drugs ‘cos they’re all the rage
I reckon most people have who are round my age
There’s nothing wrong with some weed once or twice a week
Laugh at jokes, eat Pizza, get deep, fall asleep
But you really need to think when your out in the street
When your looking for your MDMA and your Speed
Listen these things kill if you take them every day
But then again so does Macca’s, KFC and Subway
I’m not going to tell you don’t do drugs
But I’ll tell you to do them round people you trust
Like the type of friends you had since you were kids
‘Cos if you have a bad trip you’ll be thankful you did
If you don’t know what it is don’t put it in your mouth
Don’t snort it up your nose if you don’t know what its about
If your sniffing off a surface use a surface that’s clean
Don’t buy off a dealer that you’ve never ever seen
Don’t try to sneak the stuff inside of a bar
‘Cos if you get caught your leaving in the back of a car
Don’t take it at your job just to get through the day
If you cant go without then its time to walk away
to you its just a boost just to help you maintain
but I guarantee your boss wont see it that way
Have a good time and if its drugs your feeling
Do them at the right time do them for the right reasons
If your thinking that dropping will improve your night
Then why not drop something every once in a while
Nothing wrong with some dropping if your hitting the floors
Its just a problem when your dropping just to get out the door
Enjoy the rise but just consider the fall
Cos I can tell you coming down’s not pleasant at all
Don’t fall into the trap of doing drugs when your bored
And for God Sake only buy what you can afford JUST THINK!

I’m Tha Bozz and that’s my opinion.

 

 

Travel Blog 17; 5 Signs That You’re Growing Up

I turned 27 a couple of weeks ago.

Just had to let that opener sink in for a few minutes, I don’t quite know how it happened but I cant quite shake the feeling that this is all somehow Theresa May’s fault. I don’t know, seems like everything else going on at the moment is. This is not a political post though so I digress.

As a guy who lives in a hostel in Sydney in a dorm with 7 other beds, drinks beer and Goon most nights with Germans, South Americans and French people, smokes…Things. Listens to Hip Hop and proudly wears t-shirts emblazoned with Star Wars, Marvel, Super Mario and John Cena imagery its hard to admit that TECHNICALLY in the eyes of most civilisations I am growing up! As a guy who, in all honesty, fled my motherland with the full intention of prolonging this process its even harder to admit that its happening faster than I could have imagined and the signs are showing.

Now relax people we are going to have some fun here! I don’t have any grey hairs yet and I still find farts funny. Its just that as I sit here in a surprisingly comfortable bath robe that they gave me at a nightclub a few weeks back, for some reason, I cannot help but acknowledge the fact that I’m growing up. So what follows is a personal countdown of the 5 signs of maturity/growing up that I have recently encountered. Buckle up people and get ready for some references that if your younger than 23 you just might have to jump up and catch.

1. Beer Belly/Dad Bod

I swear to God when I was a kid I was the envy of every adult and adolescent in my circle. Even my teachers wanted to kill me, for other reasons aside from this but mainly because I could eat anything I wanted and wouldn’t gain an ounce. When I was in the swim team the instructor used to bring a pack of Polo mints to class and tell me they were for in-case I started drowning and this one time this tall kid 4 years above me put me through a low-level basketball hoop! I actually came out unscathed mainly because I slid straight through it like a needle through a thread.

The reason for the envy though was because although I had a body like a Timon I had a diet like Pumbaa! The trend of non-consequential eating continued until about 3 months ago when I stumbled out of bed to the bathroom, took one look in the mirror and was greeted by a very real voice in my head saying a very real thing; “Bozz you look terrible!” He was right as well. With my bald head, sticking out belly and less definition than an empty dictionary I looked like a white Skin from Skunk Anansie going into labour.

Gone is the care free diet. Don’t get me wrong I drink and smoke whenever the feeling comes over me (pay day, when I have to talk to girls, Sundays etc) but I’m trying to limit the amount of red meat, sugar and fast-food in my diet and although I slip and slip hard its starting to pay dividends.

2. Nightclubs Suck!

They probably have done for a while, particularly in Australia, but I’m just really not feeling the scene these days. I cant be arsed dressing up too much, the drinks are overpriced, the bouncers operate an ‘If Your Happy and You Know It Your Too Drunk’ policy and the music…Well that’s something else.

I haven’t heard any of it before! Hell, I didn’t even know what ‘Dabbing’ was until somebody in WWE started doing it during their ring entrance and its probably outdated by now as well. The other night me and a friend were standing around in a Sydney Nightclub as the DJ played, what sounded like 20 straight minutes of Lil Kendrick Dolla Sign until he randomly threw in one of my personal guilty pleasures; Right Thurr by Chingy. I hit the dancefloor like a Whale to a paddling pool and the shapes came out. Problem is that out of everybody in this place 50% of them might not have even been alive let alone listening in 2003 and after one run of the chorus instead of being told how he “Likes the way she looks in them pants” it was back to the Swag-Pack. This definitely never used to happen but the truth is musically my finger hasn’t been on the pulse for so long that I’m not even sure its still beating!

*And the music’s so bloody loud!……Jokes….*

3. Hangovers

Most people go travelling in search of life-changing experiences. This starry-eyed wonder is no exception but on the way I also went and found some life-changing hangovers. Up until about 5 months ago week-long benders were not uncommon. Yet its like something fell out of place inside me as now I find myself in a place where every time I choose to get on it I need to take into account the very realistic possibility that the next day will be a complete right-off. Do not schedule any work appointments, dates, sporting activities or social interactions of any merit the day after a sesh and for God-sake keep the route between you and the toilet bowl clear…

4. Less Tolerant

I actually don’t see this one as a bad thing. By less tolerant I by no means mean less accepting of any colour, race, gender, orientation, political or religious belief. I hate you all and I always have.

What I mean is less tolerance towards b*lls*it. Once upon a time I was the type of person that would run my mouth until it started sweating and losing weight trying to force conversation with people when I met them. The type of person that would hold my tongue tighter than a pair of tweezers when a person downright besmirched me for the sake of a quiet life and to not offend. The type of person that would become infatuated with members of the fairer sex and chase them blindly ignoring the way that they treated me like something that they stepped in, displayed insufferable personality traits or just downright weren’t interested.

Now if you are a reader who is also a Dyspraxic with their feet planted firmly within ‘The Spectrum’ then you will fully appreciate how exhausting the above can be. If your not just take my word for it; it f*cking is! People take the p*ss. Sometimes you do, sometimes I do, sometimes we don’t realise we’re doing it and sometimes we downright do. Sometimes people click and are meant to share good times and sometimes they just aren’t and this is fine.

Nowadays I make my mind up on whether to pursue a conversation with a person within the first 2 minutes and base it on a few things; eye contact, tone of voice, returning of questions and faith in my own judgement of character. If they don’t want it I’ll stop giving it after those 120 seconds. If a person moves my stuff, steals my food, wakes me up when I’ve got work or insults me personally they will know about it. Woman doesn’t want to know? She’s not going to and I don’t break my back trying to force a stone to bleed blood.

I suppose the long and short of it is I’ve KIND OF stopped giving a f*ck. Don’t get me wrong I still endeavour to be polite (no, seriously), endeavour to be kind and helpful (NO, SERIOUSLY!) and treat people with respect. I just expect it back and if you find the way that I strut around singing the music from my headphones enthusiastically, drape my Welsh flag across my bed in hostels when I’m on bottom bunks and how every now and then I just flat out do not want to be around other living things to be problematic then I don’t know what I can do for you buddy.

5. You’re not Proposing Are You!?

Yeah, my friends back home are moving on up like M People. Now I wasn’t one of those chumps who really believed he could go away for more than a year and everything would pause like an episode of Bernard’s Watch until I came home but this is scary!
Since leaving 2 of my besties have decided to tie the knot. I’m over the moon for them not least of all because they’ve chosen to do it with exceptional people who couldn’t have been more made for them and the stag doo’s will be heavy (better write off the next two days after those!). However as I tuck into my noodles and tuna and pour myself a glass of white wine that came out of a cardboard box with a bag inside this information does set the voice off again. This time with a statement along the lines of “S*it dude where’s your lady? Where’s your career? Where’s your Car and seriously do you really hand-wash your Draws!?”

Truth is this guy isn’t too hard to drown out but it doesn’t mean he isn’t there and it doesn’t mean that he isn’t a sign of the times. In the eyes of a lot of people me and my cohorts live a lifestyle that’s unorthodox. Believe me explaining it to the average 21-30 year old lady in Sydney is as much of a turn-off as handing her a handkerchief and asking her what it smells like. So I just tell them I’m an Astronaut and they don’t respond to that either. WHAT DO YOU WOMEN WANT!? Most job openings finish with a statement along the lines of ‘No Backpackers’ and like any of us could ever afford a car or regular use of the laundry machines!

Seriously though this last one is probably the biggest sign of growing up and it does hammer home the reality that nothing lasts for ever and at some point I will be forced to live a somewhat normal life. Hoping this doesn’t end things on a downer because on the whole my life at the moment is a blast, has been for some time and I don’t intend it to stop anytime soon its just that…27 man! Twenty-F*cking-Seven!

I’m Tha Bozz and that’s my opinion.

Travel Blog Part 2; Need a Job so Hitting the Blog

So what do you know? That’s another Christmas and another New Years Eve in the bag. However my family were treated to a slightly different set of festivities this time around as for the first time since my conception they were not treated to my eloquant company. Nor I theirs. I was in Wellington and they were in Cardiff; quite literally half a world apart.

Christmas has always been one of my favourite times of the year but I do have a problem with the story surrounding it. Firstly the concept of immaculate conception does not rest well with me. Apart from the obvious reason of it not being genetically possible, kind of like the birth of Anakin Skywalker, I have another issue. Mary SWORE that she was a virgin when she fell prego with little Jesus but if this were the case, and call me sceptical if you want, then how do you explain the three wealthy strangers that showed up to the birth bearing such expensive and exquisite gifts!? Who’s to say alimony didn’t exist back then?

On the subject of those gifts; doesn’t Jesus’ whole message and image seem a little contradictory? I don’t claim to be an expert on the New Testament or any of the good book but throughout his journey Jesus’ teachings seemed to carry a theme of humility and he encouraged people to not strive for riches, wealth and other materialistic endeavours. That’s a pretty easy message to preach for a guy that was presented with gold on the day of his birth don’t you think!? Keeping in mind that a single gold coin was worth more than a months wages. Frankincense and Myrhh likely weren’t going cheap either. Point is; it seems a little ironic to say the least for a guy to preach such preaching’s when, unless all that stuff went straight to the City Mission, he was probably worth more than any guy within a 300 mile radius before he’d taken his first good s*it.

Back on track though, I’m in Wellington. I got here on an overnight bus with less leg room than the inside of an oyster and shared my seating area with a 6,4, 240lbs behemoth with the agility of a gymnast. I know this because he didn’t hold still for longer than 2 minutes at a time. Thankfully though I like Wellington more than Auckland, a lot more. Its smaller, the people are friendlier, the nightlife is better and the beach on the doorstep thing just about seals it. Christmas and New Year were a blast. There was alcohol, food and some pretty darn awesome people involved. Having sunshine and beach time on the 25th December was also a cool novelty.

The hostel I’m at is pretty cool as well. Its easily the cleanest I’ve been in so far, its reasonably priced and my blanket and mattress don’t feel like there alive with the sound of the rainforest. The advantage of not having a job yet has also been that I’ve been able to dodge the insufferable office small talk that comes with every back-to-work-after-some-time-off period. Yes, Christmas was good. Yes, New Years was nice. No, I didn’t make a resolution. No, I haven’t started back at the gym yet and thanks for bringing it up.

The disadvantages of not having a job would take me well over my personal word count to list and I’m fairly sure common sense and a keen ear and eye for the obvious will spell it out for you. I should be looking for a job so I’m hitting the blog; that’s procrastinating by the way. I’m due to start woofing at the hostel at the end of the week (‘woofing’ isn’t nearly as dirty as it sounds, look it up) but I need me some concrete coin! Filling out application forms is a near insufferable task especially when your constantly hungover and waking up before 10am is a genuine challenge. Can you imagine if we were actually honest on those things? Nobody would ever get a job…ever. Maybe we should all try it for a while? Nobody would get hired, the companies would be desperate for bodies and pretty soon the only thing you’d need to get a job as an astrophysicist would be the ability to spell it, I spell checked it by the way.

The Kiwi bank account is sorted, the IRD number is on the way (very slowly mind you. Turns out Kiwi Time is just as extreme if not more so than Fiji Time) and all we need now is the job to go with it.

All in all things are looking up. I’m in a city that I can see myself staying in for a few months, I’ve made some good buddies and I’m off to watch The Phoenix play this weekend. I’m not sure if that last one is really a positive but time will tell. Not going to lie this little Welsh kid still gets a little homesick from time to time and festivities without the family were a little daunting but life goes on and I’m in a much more fortunate position than a lot of people in the world, some of which I know personally. Time to hit the job search and probably the bottle good and hard and see what’s next in store for a Bozz.

I’m Tha Bozz and that’s my opinion.

 

Tha Bozz: Yes I Can (My First OFFICIAL Online Mixtape)

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Today is the day that my mixtape has finally broken its restraints and escaped into the world of online music.

I present my 13 track monster, that comes with a bonus video of a full performance taken from the BBC Studio’s in sunny Wrexham, not surprised if you’ve never heard of Wrexham and even less surprised if you’ve never heard of me because I’m not great like that.

Either way the price of admission is 3 of your finest British Pounds and 99 pennies, I’m not really bothered about how fine they are. I will also be donating 99p of every download to Nightingale House Hospice, a hospice in Wrexham.

http://thabozz.bandcamp.com/ Here is the link and now I’m free to sit back, watch Game of Thrones with my flatmate and let nature take its course. Many thanks for reading and even more thanks to those that have supported, stuck by and have believed in me and I hope that you take the plunge and download this release, more importantly I hope that you enjoy the ride and come back around next time.

Peace!

PS. I would bring up the ‘hater’s’ but its been a pretty long week and I have work in the morning 😉 .

My Interview with Dustin Runnels aka Goldust

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As anyone who knows me will tell you, I am a massive WWE/WWF fan. I started watching Monday Night Raw when I was 5 years old with my older brother and have been hooked ever since. I understand fully that wrestling is an acquired taste and before anyone decides to chime in, yes, I am fully aware that it is ‘fake’. In fact I never had any illusions about this as even when I was 5 years young I never truly believed that what I was watching was ‘real’. I believed that it was an incredibly skilful, physical and potentially dangerous art-form that requires years of physical and mental dedication to do safely and in an entertaining manner and it was for that reason that I became such a big fan and also why I still am today.

On this subject, what constitutes ‘fake’ anyway? Do the guys in the ring genuinely hate each other? It’s possible, do they dress and act in the same way in the ring as they do in day-to-day life? You would be surprised, and do they actually mean to inflict actual bodily harm on each other? Almost certainly not. However the show they put on took days of practice, meticulous planning and hard work to choreograph, the performers almost certainly were left physically strained and in a great deal of pain and that’s only if the whole thing went off without a hitch, a very rare occurrence, and you’ll struggle to find a more ‘real’ thing than the roars of enjoyment from the crowds who pack venues across the globe to see it in person. Yes, it’s ‘fixed’ but guess what so is Twilight, so is Family Guy, so is most Italian Football and so is Katie Price but know body brands these subjects in the same way and anybody who calls wrestling ‘fake’ and therefore pointless but then goes home and watches Made in Chelsea seriously needs to re-think their argument.

Hoping off my soap box before this piece is rejected for being too angry, word reached my ridiculously-too-large-for-the-size-of-my-head ears that a number of professional wrestlers would be attending Wrexham’s Comic Con event this year. Needless to say I was thrilled and through a combination of persistence and dumb luck I managed to secure a Press Pass for the event and hoped to obtain an interview or two.

My main target was Dustin Runnels, the Hardcore Legend Mick Foley was also present but I knew that getting anywhere near him would be nigh-on impossible and besides that I was always a huge fan of Mr Runnels. During his time in WWE/F Runnels portrayed the character of Goldust a bizarre, maniacal and surprisingly creepy individual obsessed by Hollywood cinema, beautiful women and dispatching opponents in a number of creative and sometimes brutal ways.

I and my camera man and good friend Rob Stead entered the venue, shook a few hands and awaited the arrival of Dustin Runnels. The stats, 6,6 and 249lbs really are nothing more than simple stats until you see them in person. Mr Runnels appeared at his table wearing his trade mark face paint and in a ‘now or never’ style move we approached and asked for an interview. What surprised me the most wasn’t the fact that he said yes but the fact that he agreed to do it right there and then and sure enough around 6 minutes later I had a full interview with one of my childhood hero’s under my belt.

It’s all too easy to big-up your hero’s because their just that but despite being tired Dustin Runnels came across as very likeable and laid back, unfortunately I just come across in the video as very nervous but truth be told I was.

I hope you enjoy the interview, regardless of a few of my slip-ups and what not. Notable topics discussed are Goldust’s WWE return at this year’s Royal Rumble event, his thoughts on how WWE are using his brother Cody Rhodes and Damian Sandow and Goldust’s famous Parking Lot Brawl match with Roddy Piper.

Police Cars – My Second Official Music Video

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I released my second official music video this evening and above is a link where you can view it via my YouTube Channel.

The song is called Police Cars and it centres around the subject of socially and economically troubled areas in the town of Wrexham, where I live. A lot of people are not aware that Wrexham is actually one of the poorest areas in the country at the moment and has been hit extremely hard by the depression in certain regards.

The entire video is filmed in Wrexham and whiles this video’s predecessor aimed to create a pretty and idyllic atmosphere, my intention with Police Cars was to create a gritty and realistic interpretation of what some areas of my town look like. I decided to film mostly in areas of the town centre and even used the Wrexham football teams ground the Glyndwr University Racecourse as a backdrop as well as brandishing the team’s jersey in a number of shots. I am a huge Wrexham FC supporter and it was important to me to make sure that this came across in the video.

Although the song and video paint some negative imagery I also wanted to make it clear that despite any flaws that it may have, I do harbour a huge amount of love for the town of Wrexham as it is where I obtained my degree and more importantly where I met a lot of my closest friends.

I hope you enjoy the video and would love to hear any feedback, many thanks for reading. The video was shot by Tudno Media, produced by Mr Phormula and filmed in Wrexham Town, North Wales. The song will be featured on my mixtape, Yes I Can, which will be releasing soon!

“Got the heart of a dragon and I’m red through and through…” – Tha Bozz