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It's Saturday, I have only the slightest hint of a hangover, the sun is starting to poke it's arse through the thunder clouds and I'm in a top mood. My housemates are all really fucked off with me because they're nursing JFK size headaches. Heh heh heh 
I'm venturing out to my first SGUK meet this evening with a hint of trepidation but I'm looking forward to meeting some of the crowd. I've been on the boards this week and they seem like a top crowd. I may not come out of it with my liver intact but it looks like it's going to be a pretty good evening all round.
Here's to the weekend. Cheers!
Linz....
Song for the morning: Faith No More - Introduce yourself
Woh wohhhhhhhh.
Woh wohhhhhhhh.
Naaaaahhhh na na na na,
HEY!
Sing along now.
I'm venturing out to my first SGUK meet this evening with a hint of trepidation but I'm looking forward to meeting some of the crowd. I've been on the boards this week and they seem like a top crowd. I may not come out of it with my liver intact but it looks like it's going to be a pretty good evening all round.
Here's to the weekend. Cheers!
Linz....
Song for the morning: Faith No More - Introduce yourself
Woh wohhhhhhhh.
Woh wohhhhhhhh.
Naaaaahhhh na na na na,
HEY!
Sing along now.
After a long, shitty week I feel great today - the best mood I've been in all week. I got a shitty email from Miss-Ex last night that made me realise I was completely justified in finishing with her. No more guilt - hurrah! The only bad thing is that she's demanding the return of her Orbital style head torches - a small price to pay.
Dan from Japan is back in town this evening after spending the week with his folks in Scotchland so he's well in need of a drink. I feel obliged to find the nearest pub that does lock-ins and celebrate the event of my first free weekend in fuck knows how long.
For the first time this week life is sweet
Dop...
Today I'm Digging: The Killers - Mr Brightside (yeah I know it's been played to death but it brings back glasto flashbacks galore)
Today I'm definitely not digging: My work's ever shit ADSL connection being down. It's a fuckin website for christ's sake - can they not invest in something a bit better than a half meg connection??? Shite I sez.
Dan from Japan is back in town this evening after spending the week with his folks in Scotchland so he's well in need of a drink. I feel obliged to find the nearest pub that does lock-ins and celebrate the event of my first free weekend in fuck knows how long.
For the first time this week life is sweet
Dop...
Today I'm Digging: The Killers - Mr Brightside (yeah I know it's been played to death but it brings back glasto flashbacks galore)
Today I'm definitely not digging: My work's ever shit ADSL connection being down. It's a fuckin website for christ's sake - can they not invest in something a bit better than a half meg connection??? Shite I sez.
Fuck me - this isn't a week for happy posts is it. I broke up with my girlfriend tonight. It's never easy is it? She's been so shitty to me recently yet I still feel guilty because she never saw it coming. I guess I'll need to look at the hundreds of horrible txts that she's sent me over the past couple of weeks to remind me that I made the right decision.
I think I'll be getting out of London this weekend to get away from it all. My best friend Zoe lives in Chatham, a wee place about 50 miles or so away from the city. It's the birthplace of the chav ye know! For more information check this out . Every village/town/city has them - they just all come by a different name (I'd be interested to find out what you call them). Her local does a cheesy rock night on a saturday so I reckon it might take my mind off things..... as well as a bottle of vodka.
You have my solemn promise that my next post will be a happy one.... or you can kick my ass, each and every one of you. Hey you - wait in line!
Dop....
I think I'll be getting out of London this weekend to get away from it all. My best friend Zoe lives in Chatham, a wee place about 50 miles or so away from the city. It's the birthplace of the chav ye know! For more information check this out . Every village/town/city has them - they just all come by a different name (I'd be interested to find out what you call them). Her local does a cheesy rock night on a saturday so I reckon it might take my mind off things..... as well as a bottle of vodka.
You have my solemn promise that my next post will be a happy one.... or you can kick my ass, each and every one of you. Hey you - wait in line!
Dop....
Well, this has to be my first dour journal entry. Not much has been happening apart from a shite start to the week in general. Work was nasty yesterday and having serious woman troubles today (and no it's not my period before you ask). Am I the only person who's noticed that if you have a good weekend you get a shit week to compensate? damn you fate - damn yooooouuuuuu! I guess there has to be a balance in life. I'm going to make sure I have a fuckin awful weekend coming as a scientific experiment. Will next week be fantastic as a result? Hmmm, we'll wait and see.
To cheer myself up I bought some new music for the first time in weeks. my two-second reviews are:
Young Heart Attack: Mouthful of Love - what can I say, apart from RRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWWWKKKKKK. Good for a nice wee tension relieving bounce around the bedroom.
Dogs Die In Hot Cars: Please Describe Yourself - I'm not sure about this just yet. My instinct tells me that in a week's time I'm gonna love it. All I can think of when I listen to them is a cross between Dexy's Midnight Runners and Talking Heads.
Kanye West: The College Dropout - It may not be the best thing to admit on this site but I do love a bit of quality hip hop and this is quality. Best hh album since Talib Kweli's last. Please feel free to disagree with me.
...So I feel a bit better now. However, my retail therapy is only 90% complete I feel so after several good reports from my fellow SGers I might buy School of Rock DVD tomorrow on impulse.
Hope you're all having a humdinger of a week.
Dop....
PS- a HUGE cheesy thanks to the SGUK crowd who warmly welcomed me into their dark and mysterious group today. Now I can disown my real family. Hurrah!
PPS- Mum, if you join SG and read this, I'm only kidding.
To cheer myself up I bought some new music for the first time in weeks. my two-second reviews are:
Young Heart Attack: Mouthful of Love - what can I say, apart from RRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWWWKKKKKK. Good for a nice wee tension relieving bounce around the bedroom.
Dogs Die In Hot Cars: Please Describe Yourself - I'm not sure about this just yet. My instinct tells me that in a week's time I'm gonna love it. All I can think of when I listen to them is a cross between Dexy's Midnight Runners and Talking Heads.
Kanye West: The College Dropout - It may not be the best thing to admit on this site but I do love a bit of quality hip hop and this is quality. Best hh album since Talib Kweli's last. Please feel free to disagree with me.
...So I feel a bit better now. However, my retail therapy is only 90% complete I feel so after several good reports from my fellow SGers I might buy School of Rock DVD tomorrow on impulse.
Hope you're all having a humdinger of a week.
Dop....
PS- a HUGE cheesy thanks to the SGUK crowd who warmly welcomed me into their dark and mysterious group today. Now I can disown my real family. Hurrah!
PPS- Mum, if you join SG and read this, I'm only kidding.
God my liver hurts. My flatmate's brother, an old friend of mine, is visiting from Japan and we reminded him how to drink last night. He lives in a part of Japan "where time stood still" and hadn't had a night out for months. He still proceeded to remain the most sober person out of a group of 9. After having an inpromptu party at a friend's flat about 2 miles away we decided to walk home via the park and proceeded to get hopelessly lost. After a few minutes of panicking, we started to enjoy it - running around the dark woods like hobbits on crystal meth. It was all good and well until our visitor tried to climb a fence and impaled his foot on a spike! Nice. He's off down to the hospital this afternoon getting his tetanus boosters. It's only what he deserves for being able to remain so dignified after enough czech ale and sambuca to kill a small country.
I've been a tourist for the past three days. As well as Dan from Japan I've also had my mum down from Scotland. Thank fuck this only happens once a year - my legs are killing me! You can live in a city for years and never see half of it. Mum was on a mission to see as much of London as possible while she was down. It was the first time since I moved here 9 months ago that I'd done so much exploring. London is a fucking cool city. There are so many dark alleys and ancient places you can find that no-one ever goes to. I'm planning on doing a 'murder walk' in couple of weeks time where some guy takes you round every spot that was ever used for public hanging, every spot where Jack the Ripper killed, where William Wallace's head was impaled etc. etc. My inner goth is hoping that it's going to be a foggy evening
This afternoon will be spent down our local pub where they do gargantuan Sunday roasts. Even the kids' portion is too big. After that I'll be ready for an evening in front of the tv, watching the dumbest Sunday movie we can find. My recommendation is 'School of Rock' because I haven't seen it yet. Linklater goes mainstream? hmmm, could be interesting. Any reviews people?
Take it easy kids, and remember - be careful out there.
Dop.......
I've been a tourist for the past three days. As well as Dan from Japan I've also had my mum down from Scotland. Thank fuck this only happens once a year - my legs are killing me! You can live in a city for years and never see half of it. Mum was on a mission to see as much of London as possible while she was down. It was the first time since I moved here 9 months ago that I'd done so much exploring. London is a fucking cool city. There are so many dark alleys and ancient places you can find that no-one ever goes to. I'm planning on doing a 'murder walk' in couple of weeks time where some guy takes you round every spot that was ever used for public hanging, every spot where Jack the Ripper killed, where William Wallace's head was impaled etc. etc. My inner goth is hoping that it's going to be a foggy evening
This afternoon will be spent down our local pub where they do gargantuan Sunday roasts. Even the kids' portion is too big. After that I'll be ready for an evening in front of the tv, watching the dumbest Sunday movie we can find. My recommendation is 'School of Rock' because I haven't seen it yet. Linklater goes mainstream? hmmm, could be interesting. Any reviews people?
Take it easy kids, and remember - be careful out there.
Dop.......
Ok Ok, I've been really slack this week with the old journal malarkey so I'm well overdue a decent length of entry (no comments on my sexual prowess thx). However, it's 1am just now and I'm up at 7am tomorrow morning so all you're gonna get is this very short apology. Sorry. I promise that by Sunday at the latest I'll update you all with my stories. Now I'm off to dream up some exciting stuff that I can write
Come to think of it, why don't you all come up with the (fictional) story of my week. I'd love to find out what you all think I've been up to. Put it this way, it's probably a shitload more exciting than the reality! A prize goes to the most accurate.
Dop....
Come to think of it, why don't you all come up with the (fictional) story of my week. I'd love to find out what you all think I've been up to. Put it this way, it's probably a shitload more exciting than the reality! A prize goes to the most accurate.
Dop....
Well, this gets unveiled in London today
Is it just me or does it look like the LA River? It's only a matter of time before people start greasing it up to make a slide. Don't get me wrong, I have no moral objections to Diana tributes (most people here still see her as a saint) but £3.5million??????? I could have made better with £100 worth of MDF and concrete from my local DIY store. There are so many things that £3.5million could have been spent on instead. Why not buy prosthetic limbs for the mine victims that she felt so passionately about. No doubt the artist is sitting lighting cigars with £10 notes as we speak.
On a more light-hearted note, I saw this today. Perhaps not as topical as it was a few months ago but funny all the same
I've been back at work for two days and I'm FUCKING BORED already. Can you tell?
Hope the independence day hangovers aren't too bad folks. Get some eggs and bacon in you.
Dop....
Is it just me or does it look like the LA River? It's only a matter of time before people start greasing it up to make a slide. Don't get me wrong, I have no moral objections to Diana tributes (most people here still see her as a saint) but £3.5million??????? I could have made better with £100 worth of MDF and concrete from my local DIY store. There are so many things that £3.5million could have been spent on instead. Why not buy prosthetic limbs for the mine victims that she felt so passionately about. No doubt the artist is sitting lighting cigars with £10 notes as we speak.
On a more light-hearted note, I saw this today. Perhaps not as topical as it was a few months ago but funny all the same
I've been back at work for two days and I'm FUCKING BORED already. Can you tell?
Hope the independence day hangovers aren't too bad folks. Get some eggs and bacon in you.
Dop....
Well, I finally returned to work today after two weeks of blissful laziness and preparing for glasto/going to glasto/ recovering from glasto.
Isn't it a sad fuckin state of afairs when all I have to write about is the fact that I spent the day making money for fuckwits who don't deserve it?? I think maybe it's about time I got an ethically sound job.
On the plus side; at least I'm not my housemate. He came back from the festival with some shitty primary viral infection. He has a coldsore that looks like joke shop vomit and his balls have swollen to twice their size. Ouch.
Hope you all had a fun and virus free holiday.
Dop....
Album for the day: Blockhead - Music by Cavelight. Perfect for a much needed post work chill.
Isn't it a sad fuckin state of afairs when all I have to write about is the fact that I spent the day making money for fuckwits who don't deserve it?? I think maybe it's about time I got an ethically sound job.
On the plus side; at least I'm not my housemate. He came back from the festival with some shitty primary viral infection. He has a coldsore that looks like joke shop vomit and his balls have swollen to twice their size. Ouch.
Hope you all had a fun and virus free holiday.
Dop....
Album for the day: Blockhead - Music by Cavelight. Perfect for a much needed post work chill.
Thank ye kindly for all of your welcome messages over the weekend. They gave me a warm throbbing in my skads. If you ever see the sullen eyes of my profile online, feel free to say howdy - in fact, feel free to say whatever the fuck you want. It gives me an excuse to keep this journal going if people are going to read it so the more the merrier - bring a friend, a party seven and a bag of e-sex toys and it makes you doubly welcome.
My action sleeping happened again last night. I'm starting to freak out a bit about this. I only know about it because Mich' has witnessed it first hand twice now (see previous entry) and I'm beginning to think this shit happens all the time. Thankfully I wasn't in any kind of danger last night as we were in the comfortable, balcony free surroundings of my bedroom. At about 4am I sat bolt upright and shouted "AH-HAAAAAAAAA!" at the top of my voice. The theory is thus; I either (a) came up with some astonishing revelation in my dream, perhaps the key to my fortune, that I will never recall (just like Homer Simpson's mystical invention) (b) I got excited about the Norwegian pop group of the same name. Perhaps I was having a murder mystery dream and Morton Harkett plus crew commited the dirty deed. All I know is this - any more of these incidences and I'm gonna have to be tied down for def.
The weekend's been a bit of a non-event otherwise with lots of food and sleeping. I would report more about it but I want you lot to come back dammit, not scare you away with tales of my breakfast (cheese on toast btw. Mmmmm) I'm back at work tomorrow so I may come back in the evening and rant about how much of a c**t my boss is. This is likely so be warned.
Happy Sunday kids.
Dop
My action sleeping happened again last night. I'm starting to freak out a bit about this. I only know about it because Mich' has witnessed it first hand twice now (see previous entry) and I'm beginning to think this shit happens all the time. Thankfully I wasn't in any kind of danger last night as we were in the comfortable, balcony free surroundings of my bedroom. At about 4am I sat bolt upright and shouted "AH-HAAAAAAAAA!" at the top of my voice. The theory is thus; I either (a) came up with some astonishing revelation in my dream, perhaps the key to my fortune, that I will never recall (just like Homer Simpson's mystical invention) (b) I got excited about the Norwegian pop group of the same name. Perhaps I was having a murder mystery dream and Morton Harkett plus crew commited the dirty deed. All I know is this - any more of these incidences and I'm gonna have to be tied down for def.
The weekend's been a bit of a non-event otherwise with lots of food and sleeping. I would report more about it but I want you lot to come back dammit, not scare you away with tales of my breakfast (cheese on toast btw. Mmmmm) I'm back at work tomorrow so I may come back in the evening and rant about how much of a c**t my boss is. This is likely so be warned.
Happy Sunday kids.
Dop
Well, it's day four of my Glastonbury recovery and I feel more wiped than I have done all week. My idea of getting a good night's sleep at Mich's last night was a v bad one as we hadn't seen each other for a week and a half...you know the rest.
After having slept for about half an hour, Mich had her first experience of my sleepwalking/talking/general strangeness. Apparently I jumped out of bed shouting "WE ALL CHANGE HERE", veering wildly towards her balcony. She had her head nuzzled in my oxters at the time so I almost tore her hair out in the process. Thankfully she stopped me getting too close to the edge and put me back to bed, mumbling some kind of explanation. I remember nothing. I was too embarassed this morning but she put my mind at ease with a breakfast of tea and belgian chocolates (seemingly the only thing she ever keeps in her fridge apart from wine, lemons and bottled water).
Will these Glasto fuelled dreams ever end? I've had crazy-ass dreams for the past week now and they show no signs of stopping. I'm staying at Mich's again tonight and she's seriously considering tying me to the bed in case I do a bit of action-sleeping again. Then again, that may not be a bad thing
Anyhoo, I suppose I should go out and enjoy my last offical day of holiday instead of sitting here journolizing. The Common Ground fest begins ten mins up the road from me tomorrow with a load of Ninja Tunes showcases so today will be dedicated to chilling before another weekend of mud and pear cider.
Take it easy anyone who can be bothered reading this.
Dop x
After having slept for about half an hour, Mich had her first experience of my sleepwalking/talking/general strangeness. Apparently I jumped out of bed shouting "WE ALL CHANGE HERE", veering wildly towards her balcony. She had her head nuzzled in my oxters at the time so I almost tore her hair out in the process. Thankfully she stopped me getting too close to the edge and put me back to bed, mumbling some kind of explanation. I remember nothing. I was too embarassed this morning but she put my mind at ease with a breakfast of tea and belgian chocolates (seemingly the only thing she ever keeps in her fridge apart from wine, lemons and bottled water).
Will these Glasto fuelled dreams ever end? I've had crazy-ass dreams for the past week now and they show no signs of stopping. I'm staying at Mich's again tonight and she's seriously considering tying me to the bed in case I do a bit of action-sleeping again. Then again, that may not be a bad thing
Anyhoo, I suppose I should go out and enjoy my last offical day of holiday instead of sitting here journolizing. The Common Ground fest begins ten mins up the road from me tomorrow with a load of Ninja Tunes showcases so today will be dedicated to chilling before another weekend of mud and pear cider.
Take it easy anyone who can be bothered reading this.
Dop x
