I was thinking....

I was thinking today about the conversations I had with my cousins on Sunday. They mentioned their aunt Ivy, my mind started working overtime. Who is aunt Ivy, I have a grandmother named Ivy, are they talking about her? Then they mentioned it again, and then I said who's aunt Ivy, my grandmother name is Ivy are you talking about her. Yes they were, that kind of freaked me out a bit, such a gap between cousin is crazy. Well that's just my thought on that whole idea.

Also I want to tell everyone that my cousin, well my third cousin. My cousin's son is the UK drummer of the year of 2005. Can you believe that, he is 16 years old, his name is Paul. He is going to be on TV Wednesday the 29th of June, on BBC. I only met him once at my other cousin's wedding last year, never knew had some talent in the family. Well that's what I wanted to tell everyone forgot all about it yesterday.

Young Drummer of the Year 2005

RESPECT!!!!

Weekend with my English Cousin

Well I didn't really spend the whole weekend over there, just from Saturday afternoon until Sunday night. I would have been over Friday night but I had to wait from some mail about info on training on my new job, which was starting Monday. I waited over a week and no answer from them, it was the post off here in the UK. SO they sent it next day delivery.
Anyway enough about them, the Post office I mean. Well I took the train down to Liverpool street, then transferred over to a next train to go to Edmonton Green, where my cousin lives, well one of them. Its surprising how much second and third cousins a person can have. I have five second cousin that like in England, well that's just the ones I know of, and I got to meet five more, well four, one wasn't around, over this weekend. The five second cousins I have are ages from 21 to 50, well I think that's their ages. Never really asked them how old they are because big people don't really ask that. Well the third cousins ages are from 7 to 19, that I know because I actually asked them.
I know this might bore everyone, but it is my blog. Well the weekend started but running errands with my cousin, he's fixing up his kitchen. It looks really nice and all, so we got some materials to complete it. We were going to check him mother, my Great Aunt, but she went over to his sister, my cousin, for a make over party. I went to his flat to drop off my stuff, and met one of his kids, which is my 3rd cousin, his daughter, a 19 year old so she had a busy weekend planned. Well not really, not really much to do in the UK, that what she told me. Well she went to her aunt house, not sure if I'm related to her or not, could be her aunt on her mother side. Anyway she gone, just us two, so we did what 95 percent of people do on a Saturday night, guess what that is! Go to a pub, well two pubs, I'm still not use to places closing at 11 pm. We went to an African pub, and then went to a nice soul place called, 'The Front Room', well he knew the DJ and he was playing oldies but goodies, and the place was jumping like a little house/flat party. But...............It was filled with white people. I guess that was ok, we are in London. But we stayed there for a bit, didn't get a chance to get drunk or tipsy this weekend, but will try for another time. Might try and go out with my little 19 year old cousin, might be able to find a nice dancehall club or something, need to feel that raw dancing vibes pulse through my soul. Well that was it for Saturday.
On Sunday, went over to his sister's house for dinner, which is my cousin also. Met her husband and their three little kids, two girls and a boy. Had a nice dinner, chatted the night away, was a great bonding experience. I think one of the reasons I came to the UK was for that fact, the chance to actually meet family, instead of just hearing about it. If I never came here I think I would meet my family from England just one. I met one set back in like 1994, once. And the other set I met in 2004, just once. It seems as if that would have been the first and last for that, but I;m here now and now get the chance to meet and get to know everyone.
Like I was saying really is that I wanted to be the one or one of the family that got to actually meet most of the family no matter where they are. Well once dinner was over headed back to Chelmsford, got home like 12, went to sleep like 2am, for no reason, couldn't get up in the morning to go to work, really tired now, didn't want to even stay up to write anything, but had to or would just forget it all. Well off to bed now, I hope everyone enjoyed my boring weekend. Next week two of my aunts are coming to the UK, one from Jamaica and the other from NY. Then a week after that were having a BBQ. So hopefully I'll have some family secrets to share with you, Bye.

Ain't Shit popping

Well for the last two days I've been doing nothing, therefore nothing to blog about. I knew this would happen to me. I'm far from a writer in any sense of the word, failed English classes throughout my entire time in school. Barely passed any of them, but here I am pretending to be somewhat f writer. So I knew this would happen, nothing to write about not even a desire to write anything at all. But I guess a desire not to write stills gives me something to write about.
Well I brought myself an air purifier today. It seems to be working very well right now, my nose have not had the urge to get stuffed up and my sneezing when I touch my nose has decreased considerably. I've been planning my return to black and white photography, I have about 6 or 8 rolls of film from the last time I took some classes. I just need to get some more items, like chemicals to develop them myself. I could just go to the photo store and get them developed, but where's the fun in that. Once I start working and saving a bit, I'm going to invest in a film scanner for my computer. So I can scan any film I develop and any old film I have laying around or find. Once all that gets in motion I can share with the blogging community my photos.
I might also ask the very few people that do glance at my blog for some photo assignments, or topics I should focus on during a week or so. I think that will help me better explore and capture the world around me. Well since I'm plan on spending the weekend with my English cousins, I hope I will have a few stories to tell. Last time I saw them it was brief. I got to meet my Great Aunt, and my cousin and his girlfriend. I think his kids will do over this time. University is out so they will be home, I think. Well we will see how things go over the weekend, and this will be the first time I'm traveling on the UK train system by myself. So wish me good luck on my brief travels. Peace!!

I remember when....Pt. 1

Since I'm a bit bored over here, I have plenty of time to reflect on my past. Some good some bad, but was a good experience. Since I'm surrounded by 95 percent white women I keep thinking I might start messing with some of these white girls, but I seriously doubt. I think I'm a racist, but that another story for another day. Anyway I remember after my first 2 years at college, I was in Philadelphia, but a really white part, surrounded by the black areas. But since I lived on campus and it was mostly white, unlike like Temple just a few miles away.
But what I really what to talk about was when I got back to NY, Queens to be exact I started to hang with white people, in white areas and finally messing with white girls. That lasted for like 6 months, until I got it out of my system. Now that I'm totally surrounded them, the thought comes to me now and then, but I know deep down in my heart and soul, that I LOVE Black Pussy. Anytime, any day, anywhere. But since that beloved black pussy is far and few between I might have lower my standards and go for the white meat.
No disrespect to any white girls out there or guys that like the white meat, but it's just not for me. I was walking today down in the town center, that's where all the shopping occurs, like a main street where all the best shops and restaurants are. They call it the high street. Every town in England there is a high street and that is where everything is localized. Lawyers, McDonald's, Malls, and bars and clubs, all on the high street. Anyway I was making my way back to my studio flat to get some dinner and I noticed a nice honey glazed female, but was she white or black or mixed?
Over here these girls love that fake tan stuff, the spray, the cream, the booth. So its a bit hard to tell the white girls from the mixed girls from a distance. But as I came closer she looked like a light skinned mixed girls with a light tan. Nice and slim, but she was with a friend, and I'm only a part time player so I never bother to say any words to her, just gave her that famous Johnson look. That look that says,"How you doing?" Joey style. And kept it moving, was hot out there today and my ass was hungry. I know its a small town so chances are that I'll see her again, that's if I'm even looking, which I am not. I see a nice black girl about once a week, but I always wonder their age. They all seem young, and Nick don't mess with young chicks, never again, never, never ever again. Went through too much drama with the last one, and if you want to read about the drama, it will be in my new book,"The life and times of JOHNSON". Coming out march 2010. Look out for it, it's a hot one. Peace!

Bush & Blair

You remember when Bush won his second term as President of the United States? Well so do I, but what I remember most was that over here in Europe kept saying how stupid Americans must be to vote him back in. They were mocking and making fun of Americans!
But guess what happened, Blair won his 3rd term as prime minister. This was the first time in Great Britain's history that this has happened. Well they got off calling American stupid, but only 60 percent of the country votes, and that but be a very dumb 60 percent. Anyway they voted for the same guy that came over to America and started kissing Bush's' ass, as soon as he won like a little English yorkie. They called us fools and then they go around and do the same thing. And what's their excuse? Nothing at all. It's just damn funny to me!

Some UK shit

I went to check out Batman Begins today. Was an ok movie, through out the whole film I kept thinking it was going to end sooner than it should. Anyway what I really want to talk about is that while I was waiting for the movie to begin outside, a few things went through my mind, but I saw a banner for late night shopping. Said open till 8pm, now when was 8pm late night. I was expecting it to say like 12 or 1 am, but then it dawned on me, I'm in England. Just like this 24 hour grocery store called Tesco. It says it's 24 hours, so one Sunday night I wanted to buy some food to eat, when there around 6pm and guess what, it's not 24 hours. I went to the window to read the store hours and it said open till 10 on Saturday and 4 pm on Sunday. What the hell is the 24 hours for? Damn I wasted a whole trip down there and I got nothing, I went home starving. Now ain't that some UK shit!

Unforgivable Blackness

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Do you know who this man is? It's another Johnson that made history. Before I left to come to the UK I was fascinated with this guy for months. I seen a brief documentary on him, then found a article in the paper about him, and then finally on PBS a 2 day full documentary on this man. There was even a movie that was based a little on his life with James Earl Jones in it,The Great white Hope. It was an old movie, with his name changed to Jack Jefferson. I have seen the movie a very long time before I knew whom it was based on. I know some if not most of you have heard of this film. Since I was just born in 1978 and the movie was out in 1970 there have been plenty of time for all of us to enjoy it. Yes it's Jack Johnson!
I guess what first drew me to this man was his Last name, Johnson. Since me share the same surname I was intrigued to know why did this man, a Johnson deserve the attention on new and TV. And after watching the documentary I understood why. Also because I ever growing enjoyment of boxing over the past year I think it was fate the he was revealed to me. Yes he was a boxer, a rich, successful, and great boxer. Great enough the even the greatest Muhammad Ali has said on film and tape to accredit his love and success in boxing to Mr. Jack Johnson.
This was not just a mere boxer, but also an inventor in his own right. He patented a wrench back in 1922. He was a boxer in the early 1900's, during slavery, before martin marched, before the Bronx bomber, during the absolute midst of racism in America, he was the CHAMP!! Can you believe it the American Boxing champ for years, no white or black man could defeat him. And this was back in the days when matches lasted for 20 + rounds. No TKO's, no decisions, just start boxing until one man could not get on his feet anymore. The old days, the real man, on real man days. And he survived it all, fucking white women, driving fast cars, hanging in clubs until the sun comes out, being charged with bogus crimes and he still remained on top.
Now who today can even come close to that?

The Champ is Here!!!!!!!!!

A TV License...

In the UK you have to have a TV license. I knew that when I got here, but thought it was a joke. But to my surprise a surprise inspection from the local government TV license people. It cost 126 pounds, which is 230 US dollars. Now can you believe in this day and age this so called free world of England charges you for something that comes through the air freely and able to be received freely you have to pay for it. I thought licenses were for things that needs to be restricted like driving, having a gun, and marriage. But over here is this once, and I mean once great nation of great Britain you have to pay for something like TV reception. It's not like you have to have special training to operate a TV, or special training to watch TV, but in this country you have to pay.
The only thing I really like here is that when you get license plates for a car you never have to take them off again. You can have a car here with the license plates on it, the front white, the rear yellow. Why, I don't know, I just say crazy English people. But if you cancel your insurance on your car you don have to return the plates, you keep them for the life of the car. Which is good because there is no real need for anyone to go to the DMV, they call it the DVLA here. Everything about a car can be done by mail. Which I really appreciate, after those long hours waiting on line (they call it a queue) in the DMV, which I hated! But I'm getting use to this whole England thing, little by little.
I still can't understand a damn word most of them say. Now can you believe it, the originators of the English language and their the ones that can't even speak it properly. This fact, and yes it's an absolute fact blows my mind. I try and talk to people and I understand them less than I do Africans. Can you believe it I can understand Africans that learn English later in life and not from birth better than these English people, crazy huh!
Well since no one plays basketball I've took up going to the gym. Been going to this place called Fitness First, been going there for about 2 months and I have seen a big difference in my sexy body. Lost a pants size I think, but have not lost weight, I think. The only kind of weight I can get is in stones. Instead of using pounds to weight people they use stones. Never heard of this measurement, but I am 13 stones. Well I'm getting tired and these English terminologies and giving me crazy right now. Bye

P.S. For those of you clocking my Brooke pic, trust me I have plenty more. She just damn sexy, sometimes make me wanna say SUBLIMNILLLLLLLLLLLLL!

I think I'm in .....

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I love this girl! Is it just my male fantasy going crazy or what. I'm not really the one to fall for singers and people of that nature but what can I say, she reminds me of someone. She reminds me of an ex, sexy, feisty and short. She must be like 5'2" or something a nice Texas girl. But, I really do like her personality, well from what I have see and heard from her. Seems modest and somewhat simple, if you know what I mean. Not simple minded, if that was the case she would not be where she is today. Anyway a very sexy lady, would love to meet her in person.
Well as you can see I'm playing with this new photo thingie on here, I really like it. Now I can actually post some of my photos so we can see what I'm talking about at times. But I want to get back to the topic of the UK, I know it might not interest you readers but this weekend I've been suffering from something, I'm not sure what. But, last night I could not sleep a wink, my nose was so stuffed up I could no breathe out of them. Usually if that was the case in NYC I would have headed over to Mr. Chins grocery, which was open 24 hrs a day and buy some medicine, but nooooooooooooooo. I had to suffer till morning to go to the local supermarket and buy some. I think I slept for 2 or 3 hours, I was sneezing all night, blowing my nose all night and ready to put the vacuum to my nose and let it suck everything out. Wish I had some alcohol to drink, that would have put me to sleep a bit faster. That reminds me, need to find some good Jamaican rum to buy, and fast.
Maybe I have alergies, I'm not even sure, usually I might get sniffles and sneeze in the mornings only, but this was the first time it happened in the middle of the night. It was actually a good day in my part of England, but usually when one area is nice another area has all rain. Usually its all clouds here, but if one area rains, it moved all the clouds over there and the rest of the country get some nice weather. So we had the nice weather today, but I think tomorrow we will get some rain.
Miss NY, was getting back into listening to Star and Buckwild in the mornings, now I'm deprived of the haters, the NY state of mind for me. The radio sucks here, it's too mixed up for me to enjoy it really. I guess the young people here listen to a mixture of music, but I got use to listening to a reggae station, or a rap station, or a R&B station. Here they might play one reggae song, one rap song, and one R&B song, then some other type of music I'm not too fond of. So I just go online link up to LIVE 365 or Jammin Reggae Archives to get some roots, reality and culture.
Well enough about me complaing about Great Britian, well its not that great. When people hear I came from Ny, they ALL say, and I quote,"What the hell are you doing here?!" Stupid me. Well off for another week of living. Bye.

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No Basketball

Well I found a nice basketball court a few days ago. I went to play on it one day by myself. Then I was thinking maybe people come and play here on the weekends when the sun is going down and the air is nice and cool. So I went around when the sun was going down and still no ball players around, not even little kids. So that's another aspect of America that I will have to do without, well not totally just the playing with others part.
The only thing I do here that I never really did was go to the gym 3 times a week now. I think this is just what I need to keep me busy and out of trouble. I spent they day inside downloading movies to with in the night. I can't seem to get in a rhythm of sleep yet, I wake up early and go to bed late. I barely eat like I use to back home. No Mom to cook and clean for me, I think I dropped a pants size already. Well that's not the bad part, the bad part is that I brought a bunch of clothes that might not fit me in a few months and I really don't want to buy any UK style clothes. Why? Because they suck! Their sneaker style sucks, their casual shoe style suck, and they fashion style sucks. The guys here really don't know how to keep they sneakers and shoes clean at all. They walk around in freshly pressed clothes and the worst looking sneakers and shoes you can have in your closet. But the females have that locked, like that was a surprise.
Any way it 2 am here about 9PM NY time, sleepy, bored so that means bed time. Bye!

2 months later

Well its been 2 months in this country and they have a few saying that make me laugh everything I hear them. Since its late my brain is not working to well to remember them right now. But I just want to say a few words on my new blog. Well once again I'm bored in the UK and need something to do. Well hopefully next time I write it will be more fun and lengthy. Bye.