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[372] Physical desire/is not just attire July 31st, 2006 – 2:35pm Posted in Bad Things, Thoughts 2 comments

You and me, baby, we’re nothing but mammals.

I’m inexplicably incandescent with rage at the moment just at the thought of how primeval we all are when it comes to sex and attraction and lust. I’ve hated all that sort of thing all of my life; it’s lead me down so many wrong paths and I realised that after I’d strayed down the first one, so it’s been a constant nuisance since. (I then turned to drink and found a true friend.) People said to me, Richard, you’re a good-looking bloke, you’re alright to get on with, why the fuck haven’t you ever had a girlfriend? And before Lois, I just said, “ahh well, y’know, she hasn’t turned up yet”, but what I was thinking was, “I’ve fucked my way through half of Blackburn with Darwen and all it did was leave me feeling even emptier and disillusioned than I did …read more.

[371] Events July 27th, 2006 – 3:31pm Posted in Events No comments

I’ll begin this by cutting back a couple of weeks to the world cup final, which was great to watch in company. There are some very involving football matches that are best watched alone, and some best watched with people to help fill the gaps of mediocrity. The game itself was lifeless but it was good to switch back into every fifteen minutes while sat with the boys, Leigh and Lois.

During the following week I went on a bender around Manchester with Steven after work. There are very few times left I will be able to do this, so I’m trying to make the most of it. Manchester is drawing to a close and for a number of reasons I haven’t really been out and about as much as I wanted, so it was nice to wander round the centre. I had an awful night for beer – my first …read more.

[370] The soundtrack to the film of my life July 20th, 2006 – 12:15am Posted in Daft No comments

It may have taken me quite a while longer than Leigh and Terrence, but I’ve finally made it. Here’s the soundtrack to the film of my life… see if you can picture what’s happening to me throughout.

1. James – Born Of Frustration (opening credits)
2. The La’s – Son of a Gun
3. Jeff Buckley – Eternal Life
4. Steve Hackett – The Air Conditioned Nightmare
5. Hacia Dos Veranos – Preludio
6. The Jimi Hendrix Experience – Little Wing
7. Kaiser Chiefs – Modern Way
8. Fleetwood Mac – Man Of The World
9. The Smiths – Asleep
10. Michael Schenker Group – Bijou Pleasurette
11. Mercury Rev – Goddess on a Hiway
12. Supertramp – Give a Little Bit
13. Oasis – She’s Electric
14. John Barry – Midnight Cowboy
15. Heart – These Dreams (closing credits)

[368] Over-confident flies July 18th, 2006 – 1:45pm Posted in Bad Things No comments

There are many bad things about a British summer.

Hayfever.
Sweaty bodies.
School holidays.
Topless tattooed scrat-ends spawning.
No football.

However, the one thing I cannot cope with is over-confident flies. An enormous black mass circles above, plotting its descent, then plants itself down on your head. ON YOUR HEAD! This is man versus beast where there’s only ever going to be one winner. I have access to rolled-up newspapers, ping pong bats and shotguns, you know? Just fly off and circle a pile of shit in peace.

[366] Livejournal July 18th, 2006 – 1:25am Posted in Daft No comments

The essence of Livejournal is summaried by your action when first loading your friends page. You scroll down past everything that you can tell within a second is utter, noncey bullshit. Even when you look and see your friends’ icon. It doesn’t matter. That signal falls in your head, and you just think – yet more issues they should really keep to theirselves.

Theirselves? Themselves? Who knows.

Ten million things have happened this weekend. Fortunately, whereas seven years ago I could cope with coming home at 2am and typing/deleting like a spastic for two hours just in order to share my predictable moaning with the world – today, I cannot. I’ve had many thoughts, but if I tried to remember and express them now I’d sound like a drunk Jocko breaking into his B&B at 3.37am. It’s stuff for the diluted thought of sobriety.

[365] Morten Harket July 17th, 2006 – 8:00pm Posted in Daft 2 comments

I was just changing my bedsheets then, and while rooting through my cupboard (the one with the doors still on) I came across my Morten Harket pillowcase. I bought this over the internet some time last year, but for the life of me I cannot fathom why. Was I genuinely thinking I’d ever go to sleep on Morten Harket’s chiseled face?

[363] Drunken bollocks July 14th, 2006 – 2:41pm Posted in Events No comments

Okay, so that last post was a bit of an exaggeration. The drugs don’t work, kids, they just make you worse. And drinking every day makes you lose track of time and not get any washing done. It’s time for a break, now, though. Off to see Superman later with Lo and the sisters, and then do something unusual in the day tomorrow – maybe visit somewhere weird just for something to do. Subject to references going through okay, our new flat is actually ours from Monday 24th so I could move then, but it makes more sense to wait until the start of August and share a removal van with those two. So… yeah, moving time. Again. Hopefully this’ll be the last one for a couple of years, though. It feels like yesterday that Bill drove us over here and we had our first pint in the Bishop Blaize… …read more.

[362] Just one of those days July 13th, 2006 – 9:27pm Posted in Events No comments

Today has been a curious day. I have drunk every day this week. I sometimes wonder if I’m a drunk, but really I just find life (which is a tiresome, predictable affair) more fun when I’ve had a beer with someone I love. I’m not fussed if society therefore labels me as a drunk. It’s like drug addicts. Drugs are brilliant. Honestly, your life is better if you take drugs all the time. You connect with people in new and amazingly thought-provoking ways, so it’s stupid that our society bans them when they’re accepted by some societies. Just like drink is outcast. It’s wrong. It’s sad. Really wrong. I feel very sad just sat here thinking about how wrong it is. Both drink and drugs are right, yet they are pronounced wrong in our society.

Anyway, domestic news. We got a flat on the estate just behind the ice rink. …read more.

[361] That self-important ranting drunk paedophile July 13th, 2006 – 12:47pm Posted in Daft No comments

I just got a question on eBay from Martin O’Neill.

[360] Self July 10th, 2006 – 12:40pm Posted in Thoughts 3 comments

The importance we attach to ourselves struck me today. I understand it, totally, because the person in our head is the person we’re married to all of our lives. It’s the easiest thing to think about. Then I thought about the people around me, and I thought that the people I love the most are the people who’ve never said a word about theirselves. I think ignoring life’s sadnesses is the answer. You’re never going to beat those things that get you down, so letting them consume you and change your character just ruins the happy parts of you. I try to do this in person. I don’t like spending time talking about sadness. I write about it on the fucking internet because I’m better at writing things than talking. But in person, I think we could all learn from the people who keep their sadness to themself and project …read more.

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