This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Way Beyond Blue ...because now what do I write about? My awful grammar? Lately I have been spending days as if hungover. Feeling as if. I have not been drinking. That is some kinds of wrong, and so I am trying to fix it. I am using Ribena as a mixer to cheap vodka. If I am to feel hungover, I shall jolly well earn it. I have lately been criticised several times for calling things, "jolly good". Don't I usually do that? I could have sworn... I've inherited a big pile of books from granddad. I'll actually read them rather than just keep them because I should. It's good that he was a socialist. Fuck, I don't know why I keep not drinking. I mean, apart from the obvious fact that I'm fiscally bound to sobriety. That pretty well explains it, actually. But this is super. I've only had a little, but 6.5% ale is splendid, and I don't feel so bad as I had previously. Relief after discomfort is lovely. It has all been about music. Walking on a mix tape, thinking on early Catatonia, arguing on Hanin Elias, and drinking on Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (makes one forget how unimpressive they can be, makes Bring It On sound half way rousing). Have I offered a rant on coverage of the proposed new drinking lack-of-laws? BBC and ITV news programmes have irritated me by running scenes of drunken mayhem in conjunction with sceptical reports on twenty four hour drinking, and ITV (with Trevor Mc.Worst-Knight-Ever) has attacked my channel-surfing fake-hangover moments with heart-rending stories of some townie who went to a shitty club and got glassed by some other townie. Rock, so, like, not-24-hour-drinking resulted in these negatives. Man, that's a good argument against 24-hour licensing, then. Here's some pictures of Hendrik Verwoerd oppressing some black people, conclusive proof of what a good idea apartheid is, because as we see, this man was attacked by a drunk kicked out of a pub at closing time and getting rid of closing time is a bad idea. What? I might take up drinking outside pubs before and after closing time, but not during hours. I'll also take up not attacking people. Yeah, I'm just irked because of how incredibly difficult it is to get a haircut around here. Thwarted again, would you believe. Look, I'll say something else of a stupid and energetic nature. Aggravated burglary? What the feck is that? Appropriate to situations where in a householder displays a giant neon sign reading, "Hey you, dickhead! Bet you can't steal this! Y'fuck! Eh! Your fat mother could steal this!" with an arrow indicating his VCR or something? "Yes, my client stole these items, but the guy was asking for it, your honour." I just don't like it. A few days ago... my brain was doing things that seemed worth while. I wrote a big long update, perhaps not pretty, perhaps not groundbreaking, but it felt okay to write. It may even have had marginally bettere sentence structure. I certainly would have bothered to go back and delete that superfluous E. My mind has been off since then. I knew it the next morning. A day of thinking and of feeling hopeful was all I could manage. Ribena is the worst mixer I've ever tried. Perhaps already properly diluted Ribena as a mixer... I'll try that. I spilled water all over the place. "but what I really thought was, 'ooh, lets! Then we can run around places that I can't really afford to be, and I'll have a friend!'... I haven't really got anyone to leave behind and feel sad about. That's something, I suppose." Before my brain died, I'd intended that to be part of this update. Now I don't feel self-assured enough to put it in context. (But that's okay, Delighted didn't mean it, either) Now lets all listen to the Sugarcubes and think about how Bjork sounds even superer through these big headphones. (Yeah, fuckers, I broke my own record for name-dropping-bands-in-one-update.) To-day I am remembering primary school, and headbutting Gary Steele (though I may have just made-up his name) and hearing how lucky it was that I didn't get his other eye, or he'd have been blinded. Also my first taste of injustice and the corruption of power as I was given detention based on proximity and reputation alone. Look at that. Dispatches just lost my respect. And by airing two simple words side by side. "Communist" and, "rule". It's the economy, stupid. I'm going to read more about St.Kilda. Puffins and community of goods with a tragic, anti-climactic, none-Hollywood ending. It doesn't get much better than that. 4:34 a.m. - 2005-02-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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