it'd clearly have to be the stars and stripes. i wouldn't want anyone to think i was a bottom. and wanted fisting.

IS THAT WHAT BRUCE WAS SAYING ALL ALONG?

swells - i didn't always agree with him. i would ALWAYS read him. the voice of my teenage music-obsessing years.
farah - ah, you should have seen the results of my teenage attempts at your hair. doh.
jacko - strangely unexpected. totally mental. responsible for some of the best pop ever. i'd been debating getting a ticket for his shows.

***

my big jackson memory is of thriller. my dad would never let me watch it. i was 11 / 12. he thought i'd be scared. well. one comic relief, i snuck down to watch telly quietly in the backroom when i was meant to be asleep. and watched the whole thing.

i couldn't sleep for days.

loser.

(these days i can't sleep because i'm picturing pbh in my head. maybe.)

***

perhaps the idea of camping at the same time as glastonbury was a little foolish, thinking about it now.

still, can't wait!

***

eta: hahahah i've just remembered getting totally obsessed about michael jackson pre gcses, reading EVERY SINGLE autobiography i could get my hands on, and working him into every essay! i wonder if i still have any....

QNI last night. featuring a trip to morrisons, a spot of wii fit, and some improvised cooking up of random bits and bobs into a tasty meal.

today, i have lunched on a delicious spinach soup that i whipped up whilst cooking dinner. domestic goddess, get me! i should remember to label my stock before freezing it though. sniffing ice is a tricky business. my mum never used to label hers either; i remember eagerly opening a tub of cornish icecream, spoon in hand, only to find.... quite.

i have just had my lovely soup for lunch. i should remember how much i like it, and avoid the overpriced, over processed sandwiches from the deli on the corner. and especially the crisps.

watched drag me to hell last night. it was ok, many moments of jumping out of my seat skin, but also terribly predictable.

i'm thinking of giving up the demon booze for a month. to even have a hope of managing this, i probably need someone to bet that i can't do it. hmm.

i was a bit rubbish at poker last night. came depressingly middling in 2 games, but second in the third game, hurrah! won the princely sum of £15 which covered my evening (minus booze) pretty much. POKER!!! isn't it great?

i haven't voted yet. for some reason i haven't had a voting card. HOWEVER i have phoned the council and been given my number and polling station, so i shall do it on the way home. BNP all the way!

yeah right.

*gibber*

this weekend, for the FOURTH weekend in a row, i shall be at the seaside! this little country of ours is bloody beautiful when it wants to be.

you thought you'd managed to escape it, didn't you? you thought i'd forgotten all about it. WELL.

today for lunch, i ate some porridge. THE EXPERIMENT LIVES! the work cupboards were pretty bare, and i had no cash for the shops. what to do, what to do?

as (i think) 1423 suggested: porridge and cuppasoup.

mixed veg cuppasoup, to be precise. there was a leek an potato option, but it sounded too stodgy.

results? it tastes alright, yes. consistency-wise, though, ugh. baby food.

***

are you on facebook? are you my facebook friend? do you like wasting your life away? why not join MAFIA WARS so i can get a bigger mafia and subsequently manage to buy property and DECENT GUNS. i am being held back! pls be helping me out.

***

it's funny how the day goes so much faster when i'm actually working, and not just loafing about. hilarious.

i haven't been doing HUGE amounts of late. this summer (can we call it that yet?) finds me listless, and trying to claw my way back to being comfortably in the black again. hmmmm.

anyway! this means i have been doing other things, such as READING and, er, watching the telly.

freezer burn - joe r lansdale. a random choice plucked from declan's stash. a nice, easy, trashy read. total loser (mum dead and mouldering in bed, failed firework stand heist) ends up working for a freak show, boffing the boss's wife, and failing even further at attempted murder. i'm not sure what the overall thing was trying to say, maybe 'don't trust a woman you're sleeping with she's only up to no good', but it was fun to read. and i have a wonderful mental image of conrad the dog-man that may not go away very fast.

the red queen - margaret drabble. took this on my little holiday by the sea. was a xmas pressie AGES ago from dan's mum, i think, bought solely because of the title. a book of two halves, the first tells the story (researched and mostly accurate but fictionalised) of the red queen in the title. a crown princess in korea some centuries ago. court intrigue, pre-teen marriage, insanity, and rampaging murder. the second half is the story of the modern woman who 'discovers' the tale of the red queen, becomes obsessed by it, and propogates it. including, at the end, to, oh yes, margaret drabble. hmmm. apart from that, i loved it. absorbing. i may have to do some research into old skool korea.

***

i have also seen:

coraline. hmmm. passed the time. probably more exciting with 3d glasses than on the telly.

quite a bit of 30 rock which is also so-so, why do people love tina fey so?

and breaking bad, which i only jumped into for the second series and regret not watching more. (chem teacher gets cancer, turns into meth king pin to provide for his family. what?)

***

my decision today: to BLOW my 5 months of good work in not buying things and invest in some completely unnecessary shoes or not. well?

(actually i need to ruin my record anyway, for i must purchase some sunglasses and oh look i own no shorts.....)

♥ do you like music?
♥ do you like heavy surfy music?
♥ do you like the deptford beach babes?
♥ do you like going to gigs?
♥ do you like going to free gigs?
♥ do you like birthdays?
♥ do you like charleston?

well then. you should TOTALLY come to the royal sovereign pub on northwold road (near clapton, rectory road and stokey stations) on saturday from about 7ish for a free beach babes gig in honour of charley and ella's birthdays.

it'll be awesome.

(live music has to finish by 11 so there's still plenty of time to head out to the various parties / sh5 thingies that are happening later should you so choose. start your night in a lei!*)

here is a facebook link





*(not necessarily literally. unless you want to.)

i would like my subconscious to get an imagination, please. i am currently being foxed by dull dreams that mostly reflect reality, but sometimes take a weird turn (such as emerson morphing into cabbie and selling me shopping that was in fact that silicon gel stuff that comes in shoes).

i do not like this. i am no longer sure what i dreamed, and what is reality. to a certain extent.

i was dreaming about actual food shopping the other day (BORING BRAIN BORING BRAIN) and thus when i went to actual tesco in real life yesterday, was unsure whether or not i had actually bought a huge bag of potatoes. i didn't know. was it dream? was it real? i bought some more just in case.

what i'm saying, is, if you pop in and see d over the weekend while i'm away larging it up at atp, ask him for a bowl of mash or some chips. we've an AWFUL LOT of potatoes to get through.

because not enough of you are scrabbing me up, i have been reading imdb.

or rather, obsessively trawling through the user comments for once, which i attempted to watch probably a year or so ago, and have been inspired to look up because daniel merriweather on the radio sounded very much like my memory of the film.

*pause for breath*

anyway, how on earth are the comments organised? it appears to make NO SENSE. it's not in date order. or order of star ratings. i wanted to read them chronologically. explain please.

(no, i didn't really like the film. pleasant background but rather dull and going nowhere. i think i counteracted this by falling down a k hole

this has to be the best 404 ever, right? can you see it? is it real?

AND

newham can be interpreted as mexico in predictive text. can we twin a borough to a country?

note how i am refraining from making the obvious 'yes they *could* do with some New Ham' gag.

oh, whoops.

ROLL CALL PURLEASE!

the full line up and times have been announced. here, for your perusal.

i have to say, i'm Pretty Damned Excited at being able to watch Wire. followed by Shellac. followed by Tricky. TRICKY! i didn't even know he was playing.

also, some peeps better be coming with me to see MELT BANANA! hell yeah!

if you are in the SE1 area, and like a bit of pig, this could be for you.

my nearest local, the UNION JACK, on union street, has been spit roasting a whole pig since first thing this morning. between TWO and THREE this afternoon there will be free apple and pork sandwiches to help CHEER UP BRITAIN. thanks to NUTS.

(i will be there. yes i have already had my lunch. I DON'T CARE, that pig smells delish!)

i finally had a go on that there spotify last night.

instead of all that shiny new music i wanted to listen to i found myself inexplicably drawn to journey and kiss.

i blame freaks & geeks.

(i keep hearing 'tony mcnulty' and thinking 'jimmy mcnulty', and it's never quite as interesting.)

the ones you didn't get. that will be most of them, then...

(BONUS!!! this is not my icon. it should be ir baboon! hmmmmm.)

1. There’s a swinger in the bar, over the chair - the crimea - losing my hair
2. She’ll let you in her house, if you come knocking late at night - bruce springsteen - secret garden

4. I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking - saul willams - grippo

7. Through the wall he threw me - crystal castles - tell me what to swallow
8. Packed her life in a bag - super furry animals - wolves
9. Scared money don’t make none, scared money don’t make none. - saul williams - scared money (artist guessed by aliasrob)

14. I am sure you won’t remember me, I’m not the man I used to be - bis - we're complicated (artist guessed by curiousbadger)
15. Candy Airlines welcomes you aboard to flight F.U.N. - gruff rhys - skylon
16. I dreamt a dream the other night - rufus wainwright - lowlands away
17. Quit messing around with every man in town - eli 'paperboy' reid - stake your claim
18. Something is dying tonight there will be no more breath and no more life - saul williams (again!!) - notice of eviction
19. Don’t believe them for a moment, for a second, do not believe my friend - gogol bordello - illumination
20. [lots of WHOOOO-ing] oh I still remember ‘regulate’ with warren g - jens lekman - a sweet summer's night on hammer hill

PEOPLE WHO ARE IDIOTS:

1. the woman on the argos website who replied to my enquiry asking where my missing item was with rambling about VAT invoices. i don't want one of those, i want my STUFF, you peon.

2. the subsequent woman on the argos website who has now reserved the item for me only until the end of today at a shop where i have to GO AND COLLECT IT. seriously you fvcking peon, i asked for things delivered because it was CONVENIENT. having to rush to the shop after work and actually miss out on a thing i wanted to do because of it is NOT CONVENIENT. if they ask me to pay (again) for it i think i will stab someone up.

3. my boss. getting a temp in generally means they are there to cover my work. saving it up for me when i come back is FVCKING STUPID and makes me moody.

4. my boss (again). amending a document by hand when you could do it straight off on the actual computer and save us both time is STUPID.

5. me. eating so much i feel sick all night and foul tempered the next morning is not big, or clever. IDIOT.

6. the idiot that has decided the front of our house is his personal parking space. blocking the bins from not only residents but bin men. when he gets back his car may just be covered in BIN SH1T.

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Don't look them up on Google or any other search engine, you cheater.
Step 5: If you like the game, post your own.
Step 6: After a week, any songs left, I'll just post the answer.

1. There’s a swinger in the bar, over the chair
2. She’ll let you in her house, if you come knocking late at night
3. Yo, MCs best start chatting bout what’s really happening - brand new day by dizzee raskit, guessed by moleintheground
4. I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking
5. I thought I saw the stars tonight…. - stars by the lovely patrick wolf, guessed by the lovely firemasque
6. Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar - dead ringer for love by THE LOAF guessed by curiousbadger
7. Through the wall he threw me
8. Packed her life in a bag
9. Scared money don’t make none, scared money don’t make none.
10. He’s just a rascal, he’s just a rascal - jus' a rascal, dizzee rascal again, guessed y curiousbadger
11. I hold you in my arms, as the band plays - brilliant disguise by mr springsteen, guessed by braisedbywolves
12. She said “I would never do that” - i feel possessed by crowded house, guessed by kiss_me_quiick
13. Bluuuuuuuuuue savannah song - blue savannah song by erasure, guessed by sushidog
14. I am sure you won’t remember me, I’m not the man I used to be
15. Candy Airlines welcomes you aboard to flight F.U.N.
16. I dreamt a dream the other night
17. Quit messing around with every man in town
18. Something is dying tonight there will be no more breath and no more life
19. Don’t believe them for a moment, for a second, do not believe my friend
20. [lots of WHOOOO-ing] oh I still remember ‘regulate’ with warren g

CAVEAT! i did skip some stuff. stuff with no words. and stuff by envy. i have no idea what the shouty japanese means. and also my ipod is teeny and therefore full of stuff i'm obsessing over. hence possible repeated artists....

argh! picture this on the radio! i'm about to do something temporally stupid!

eta: if the new sp@m is to organise meeting me to eat oysters i'm all for it! seriously, sp@mbots. where and when? your treat?