Good times

Apparently Boyzone want a hologram of Steven Gatley onstage with them on their upcoming tour, as it will be too painful without him. A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Now that's funny.

Stop. Now.

So Cheryl Cole has fled the country – as I saw on the front of some skell’s paper. And apparently she broke off her marriage to the footballer by text, according to Yahoo. There’s twenty seconds of my life that I won’t get back. I love the media. I love the fact that I’m unable to shut myself off from this crap. Technology’s greatest gift is the off switch and it frustrates me that I can’t switch this bullshit off. We’re forced to see this. An unavoidable attack on the eye line. I understand that there are people who truly care about this sort of thing, and while some people are happy to have the intellectual capability of a miscarried goat, I am not. So please, just stop now. You are nothing. You have no talent. You are famous (deep breath –ready?) for nothing. So do something useful and go back to the karaoke night that spawned you. Then perhaps there will be something more interesting to see. Other than which particular cretin you are banging, or who they are banging behind your back.

2009

In 2009 I:
Joined a new band
Wild camped on Dartmoor
Climbed Pen - Y -Fan
Passed my driving test.
Became an Uncle
Saw Lynyrd Skynyrd, The Supersuckers, Nashville Pussy, Judas Priest, Katatonia & Martyn Joseph, Fish & Roky Ericson live.
I became a fan of William Elliott Whitmore, Blackfield, Shrinebuilder, The Reasoning, Bonnie Prince Billy & Bon Iver.
Read over 50 books.
Started my book.
Started my Haiku year.
Wrote a bunch of songs.
Wrote some poetry
And no blog entries.
Hopefully that will change this year.

Another day

September the 11th. Bizarre how long ago it feels. It didn't seem real at the time, too Hollywood. The girl I was going out with at the time knew people who got wiped out. I remember watching a News report on a woman and her young daughter, as she went all around the surrounding area of ground zero, trying to find her husband. A Policeman wouldn't let her through the barrier he was patrolling. She said she was desperately trying to find her husband as she hadn't heard from him. The cop replied that his wife was in there too, and he didn't know if she was alive or dead. The woman eventually found her husband, but there was no mention of the Policeman, and I've always wondered.
Today reminds me of the July bombings as well. That relates more to me as I worked about 200 yards from where they went off, but that's another story.

Saw 'The Break Up' last night. Funny. Wondered how many arguements that caused in the cinema, or perhaps that was the point.....

Tired....

Tired, in need sleep after a long and involved weekend. Shall be listening to Clutch or Mastadon on the way home to blast out the cobwebs.

Currently reading Nick Hornby's A Long Way Down, which is, disappointingly, a bit tepid.

Having a tooth out tomorrow, which will be so much fun, I can't wait. Better than the root canal alternative.

Read a couple of other people's blogs. Oh my God.

Cherry Popping

So this is the first entry.



Not a huge amount to say today other than I'm broken in nicely.......