[220] No more heroes any more September 14th, 2004 – 2:08pm Posted in Events No comments

The past couple of days at work have been spent on a livejournal info-trawl, moving through the nepotistic network of Friends pages at fairly random motivation. The striking impression is of the sheer weight of action, drama, romantic confusion and romantic torture which characterise these existences. I have read stories of pain and suffering and of love and pleasure and when you read these things, you cannot help but to feel a pang of jealousy and marvel at the hives of activity that are other people’s lives. It’s only when you stop clicking for more than the briefest moment and actually spend a moment in thought rather than reaction, that you realise that objectively, your own life is equally pitter-pattered with hideous tragedies, momentous glories and lamentable parables. The decisive question is to wonder how you can feel that jealousy and disappointment in your own trivial life while knowing that …read more.

[218] Don’t bring Harry September 10th, 2004 – 1:42pm Posted in Events, People No comments

Tried living in the real world instead of a shell
but I was bored before I even began

I seem to have reached a point in my fascination with Morrissey where my mind has become blind to discovering new wisdom-nuggets in his words and repeatedly picks out the greasiest, lukewarm offerings in the box. For the last year or so, every so often a song pops into my head and as I sing through the lyrics, the irrelevance of them to my present situation or innacuracy as I perceive it strikes me. Take the above, a lyrical bong I once happily toked on daily. But now… no. Just like that thar’ cannabis ganja: I don’t get anything out of it and it feels tiresomely pessimistic.

But: this is a good thing. I haven’t written for a while because I don’t have any time alone these days to feel the old thoughts. My curious …read more.

[41] Business speak September 7th, 2004 – 2:43pm Posted in Bad Things No comments

I’m just here to touch base, really. I want it yesterday. Yeah, yeah, Simon’s our people man. Etc. etc. (Terrence, too, has many more of these gems gleaned from his years at Asda, such as “I want it warehousing” and so on.) These people – scum of the Earth.

[42] The nagging compulsion to work September 5th, 2004 – 1:10pm Posted in Bad Things, Daft No comments

As I have mentioned elsewhere, my job at the uni in Preston is a doddle and most of the time I’m sat alone with not much to do. Unfortunately I am never able to make the most of this time in any productive way as I can never quite shake off that vaguely guilty feeling that you should be seen to be working, doing anything, rather than sitting back and just doing what you want, which you could get away with perfectly easily and indeed should be doing. Conscience sits on my shoulder with a cocked eyebrow and disappointed frown as I hover over the forum… then smiles and pats my good little boy head as I scroll on down and pretend to read e-mails I’ve read and re-read until they can be read no more, dead red read e-mails, red text blurring together as my eyes float across it, …read more.