[63] Forgetting great thoughts December 29th, 2003 – 11:10pm Posted in Bad Things, Events No comments

Really fucking annoys me when I think of something excellent and don’t write it down or think about it so much that I can’t forget it… and then forget it. The other day I had this brilliant thought about Cheers, then got distracted by hunger or TV or ICQ or something equally trivial, and now, well, it’s lost to the ether and I’ll have to just plod along for a while longer until the next important thought comes along. Dunno about everyone else but that’s how my mind works… I just chug along meaninglessly 95% of the time, occupying myself with irrelevant work and entertainment and socialising, and only every now and then does something intelligent come out.

[124] Frying onions and mince December 24th, 2003 – 5:15pm Posted in Good Things No comments

Heat up some oil, really finely dice up a bit of onion and throw it into the pan with some Quorn mince. And watch and listen. Blimey, I sound too much like Jamie Oliver. Watching mince and onion fry away is as good as cooking gets to me. It’s very sexy and a bit therapeutic. It also smells quite nice, certainly better than the mysterious lingering smell of off-ness that’s been mysteriously lingering around our kitchen for the last two weeks. We had a mysterious lingering smell of piss in the kitchen a couple of weeks ago too, which appeared one day while I was at work and was gone another day when I came back. Maybe we have some kind of phantom spirit trapped between our walls. Cool.

[64] When things that we said first! become popular December 19th, 2003 – 10:11am Posted in Bad Things No comments

Kind of like when you watch a film and think it’s quite good and then six months later everyone else jumps on the bandwagon (see: Amelie). Or when you wear the clothes you do just because that’s the style you’ve naturally grown into and feel comfortable in, then the rest of the fucking world comes along and rips you off (see: faded jeans). Or you have an in-joke with someone you love that’s the funniest thing that has ever been and ever will be before some popular shitting TV series crops up and rapes you like a bitch (see: Bo Selecta, Craig David).

That said, I’m sure I do the same thing to other people all the time, so fair do’s.

[65] Paying to get into clubs December 17th, 2003 – 4:12pm Posted in Bad Things, Daft No comments

The principle of this sends me fucking crazy. People say “clubs”, and all these shitholes aren’t clubs at all. Clubs are places you subscribe to for a reason, for example working men’s clubs, where you pay (in my case) a fiver annually towards the general upkeep of the place and in return you get cheap beer all year and organised shit going down. (To be accurate, Ethil and Percy rarely describe the trips to Blackpool as organised shit, but you know what I mean.) These shitholes in town, it costs that to get in for one night and what do you get for it? What are you paying for? Why do you have to pay? Seriously, someone please explain it to me, I don’t understand it at all. You’re not paying for entertainment or anything in these places, all you get is a wanky DJ you can hire for £50 …read more.

[289] Very bad experience December 9th, 2003 – 10:52am Posted in Events No comments

Feel awful at the moment, in more ways than one. And can you guess what about? No need to explain, I expect. In one of those moods where everything seems bad – even this music is irritating me. Winamp’s working its way through a random playlist and I must have clicked “next” a hundred times, and it’s rare that music annoys me. I’m in a lot of pain with the stomach, though I won’t dwell on that as it’s my own fault, spending the weekend drinking like a navvy and all. Going to a hospital in Manchester next week to have something fitted to me for a day to help them decide whether I’m making up how bad it gets; go to walk round for a day with a fucking tube coming out of my nose, which won’t be terrifically pleasant but I’ve gone running to mummy and she’s coming …read more.