<META NAME="Author" CONTENT="Darren Steele"> <TITLE>The Life, Loves and Bowel Movements of Darren Steele</TITLE> </HEAD> <BODY TEXT="#FFFFFF" BGCOLOR="#163037" LINK="#FED943" VLINK="#A5A347" ALINK="#CCCCFF" BACKGROUND="./images/bg.gif"> <CENTER><TABLE BORDER=0 CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 WIDTH="99%" > <CENTER><TABLE BORDER=0 CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 WIDTH="99%" > <TR ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP> <TD><IMG SRC="./images/steeley.jpg" ALT="" BORDER=0 HEIGHT=32 WIDTH=229></TD> </TR> <TR ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP> <TD><IMG SRC="./images/pixel.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=1></TD> </TR> </TABLE></CENTER> <CENTER><TABLE ALIGN=LEFT BORDER=0 CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 WIDTH="184" > <TR> <TD><IMG SRC="./images/pixel.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10></TD> <TD><IMG SRC="./images/pixel.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=164></TD> <TD><IMG SRC="./images/pixel.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10></TD> </TR> <TR> <TD><IMG SRC="./images/pixel.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10></TD> <TD> <TABLE BORDER=0 CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 WIDTH="100%" BGCOLOR="#163037" > <TR> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_top.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_top_left.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=12></TD> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_top.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_top.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=140></TD> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_top.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/menu_top_right.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=12></TD> </TR> <TR> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_left.gif"> </TD> <TD> <TABLE BORDER=0 CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 WIDTH="140" > <TR> <TD COLSPAN="2"> <BR><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-1><A HREF="./index.shtml">Front Page</A></FONT></FONT> <BR><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-1><A HREF="./hols.shtml">Holidays</A></FONT></FONT> <BR><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-1><A HREF="./journals.shtml">Journals</A></FONT></FONT> <BR><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-1><A HREF="./foties.shtml">Photographs</A></FONT></FONT> <BR><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-1><A HREF="./friends.shtml">Other Sad Gits</A></FONT></FONT> <BR><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-1><A HREF="./not_ready/">Message Board</A></FONT></FONT> <BR><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-1><A HREF="./goneby.shtml">Archive</A></FONT></FONT> <TD></TD> </TR> <TR> <TD COLSPAN="2"> </TD> </TR> </TABLE> </TD> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_right.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/menu_middle_right.gif" HEIGHT=5 WIDTH=12></TD> </TR> <TR> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_bottom.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_bottom_left.gif" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=12></TD> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_bottom.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_bottom.gif" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=140></TD> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_bottom.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/menu_bottom_right.gif" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=12></TD> </TR> </TABLE> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> </TABLE></CENTER> <CENTER><IMG SRC="./images/pixel.gif" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10></CENTER> <TABLE BORDER=0 CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 > <TR> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_top.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_top_left.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=12></TD> <TD BACKGROUND="./images/bg_top.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_top.gif" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=200></TD> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_top.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/menu_top_right.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=12></TD> </TR> <TR> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_left.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_middle_left.gif" ALT="" HEIGHT=64 WIDTH=12></TD> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR="#163037"><A NAME="AUTONUMBER"></A><B><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT COLOR="#FFFFCC"><FONT SIZE=-1> <H2>Friday 5th November 1999</H2> <P> The usual three, along with Sam did the usual pubs. Nothing too exciting happened, I think. <P> <H2>Saturday 6th November 1999</H2> <P> Awoke with a stinking hangover and fired up the Playstation. "Driver" really is a kick-arse game. It managed to eat pretty much my entire weekend. I was going to go into town but I hadn't been paid yet so there wasn't much point as I hate seeing and not buying. Did a bit of shopping and ate/drank/smoked the lot over the weeknd. <P> <H2>Sunday 7th November 1999</H2> <P> Same old sad boring stuff. Read a couple of books, ram raided a few restaurants in "Driver" and slept a fitful sleep. <P> <H2>Monday 8th November 1999</H2> <H2>Tuesday 9th November 1999</H2> <H2>Wednesday 10th November 1999</H2> <P> All quiet. <P> <H2>Thursday 11th November 1999</H2> <P> Mark and I were a bit bored with work and I'd discovered that day that my wages had finally been paid. So it was off to the bank at about 4.30pm armed with my passport to grab some cash. I need my passport because even though I opened my account 4 weeks earlier my cash card still hasn't arrived. This myth of Germanic efficiency really is disappearing by the day. The culprits are "SudWest Bank" in Ulm. If you want a German bank account then I could recommend "Deutsche Bank". A colleague [ British ] opened an account and had his card in something silly like 4 days. <P> Anyway, armed with a pocket full of cash - which was much lighter after paying back the 800DM debt to Mark that I'd accrued over the past few weeks I wandered over to the train station to buy my BahnCard and my return ticket for Berlin. Then it was over to the D2 shop to buy myself a German SIM card to pop into my phone. [ My new number is +49 173 4716180 ] This means I don't have to pay cash everytime some idiot phones me from England with a pointless conversation. My British mobile number will only be switched on when I'm in the U.K. from now on, so if you want me then I'm afraid you're making an international call. <P> After the 'shopping' trip was complete it was off to Bar Fuss for a bite to eat and a quick taster of some fine Bavarian lager. I ordered a sausage salad with a french stick, which conjured up visions of a fine Wurst in a French stick, a bit of mustard and a small side salad. In reality, what arrived looked to me like slivers of uncooked sausage mixed with a shite load of onions and something green......oh and a french stick. The look of it made my stomach churn and the smell of it was just too much. I suspect it would have tasted quite nice but I just couldn't pluck up the courage. <P> The conversation was along the lines of: <P> Me: Well I'll be f*cked if I'm eating that. <BR> Mark: Why not? <BR> Me: It looks raw and smells like Dom's socks. <BR> Mark: Well what are you gonna do? <BR> Me: Drink beer and smoke fags. <BR> Mark: You can't just leave it. <BR> Me: Watch me. <P> You could then see the thoughts running through his head. He looked at his food and looked at me. I looked at his food and looked at him. <P> Mark: You want this? <BR> Me: Yeah mate, looks pretty good to me. <BR> Mark: Moan, grumble, whinge, moan, moan. <P> [PAUSE] <BR> Me: Chomp, chomp, munch...bit less salt next time mate alright? <P> So, I still don't know what I ate but it was pretty good anyhow. Following this we bobbed off down to the boozer to lose horrendously in a quiz that was read out in German. Still, can't have everything. At least the bar staff were pretty. </FONT> </TD> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_right.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/menu_middle_right.gif" HEIGHT=100 WIDTH=12></TD> </TR> <TR> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_bottom.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_bottom_left.gif" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=12></TD> <TD BACKGROUND="./images/bg_bottom.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/top_bottom.gif" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=200></TD> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT VALIGN=TOP BACKGROUND="./images/bg_bottom.gif"><IMG SRC="./images/menu_bottom_right.gif" HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=12></TD> </TR> <TR> <TD ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=TOP> </TD> <TD> </TD> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT VALIGN=TOP> </TD> </TR> </TABLE> <CENTER> <P><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-2><B>Copyright 1998 - 2000 Darren Steele</B> - All Editorial content and graphics on this site are utterly stealable for non-profit making activities.</FONT></FONT> <BR><FONT FACE="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT SIZE=-2> Should someone wish to write a book about my life and loves [ or lack of them ] then contact me and I'm sure you'll find me a very easy person to deal with. <P> One last point, you may have noticed that this site looks very similar to <A HREF="http://www.linuxgames.com">http://www.linuxgames.com</A>. <BR> This is no accident. I utterly ripped off their site as a temporary measure. <BR> If you happen to be a legal representative of linuxgames.com then relax. It's only temporary, and I use Linux so bleeeaaaghhhh. Plus I've linked to your site god-damnit.</FONT></FONT></CENTER> <BR> <CENTER><TABLE BORDER=0 CELLSPACING=5 > <TR> <TD VALIGN=CENTER><A HREF="http://www.linuxgames.com"><IMG SRC="./images/linuxgames_buttons.gif" HEIGHT=31 WIDTH=88></A></TD> <TD></TD> </TR> </TABLE></CENTER> </BODY> </HTML>