[294] Work July 18th, 2003 – 12:07pm Posted in Events No comments

Got a job, finally, Two, actually. I’ll be behind the bar at all the Rovers’ home games this season, and for the next month I’m working nights pouring sugar into a hole. A hole in a machine, not somebody’s hole. That would just be rude. I’m disappointed I’ll have to miss out on the Sunday-Monday-Tuesday nights out we’ve been having recently, but unfortunately at the moment money takes priority (I’m still in the red even after finally getting my tax back) and the offer of a grand cash in hand for a month’s work is too good to refuse.

I had a number one the other day – I now look like a thug again, but it’s preferable to fannying about with my hair all the time. It reached that cut-off point where you have to decide whether to stick it out and grow it long, or chop it all off, …read more.

[83] Red Hot Chilli Peppers July 16th, 2003 – 11:50pm Posted in Bad Things No comments

I’ve tried to avoid having a go at particular bands in the past, each to their own and all that, but I haven’t heard any band as dull as the Chilli Peppers for a long time. I’ve no words for the nothingness of their music. It’s bland, repetitive and the epitome of student land. How they’ve got away with selling the same song over and over, with the same guitars and vocals, I don’t know. By The Way has overtaken Angels as the song I most fear coming on the jukebox in the union – fucking nightmare.

[130] Accept Yourself July 15th, 2003 – 11:20am Posted in Good Things, Thoughts No comments

This is my song of the moment. Unfortunately the sentiment has come a year or two too late in my life to really help me out, but I still find the lyrics almost orgasmically accurate. So here, in a worryingly pretentious moment, are the lyrics to Accept Yourself by The Smiths (track 12 on the sublime Hatful of Hollow). This doesn’t do the song justice as the music is almost as good, so grab a copy off KaZaA if you can.

Everyday you must say
oh how do I feel about my life
anything is hard to find
when you will not open your eyes
when will you accept yourself?
I am sick and I am dull
and I am plain
how dearly I’d love to get carried away
but dreams have a knack of just not coming true
and time is against me now
who and what to blame? anything is hard to find
when you will not open your eyes
when …read more.