i have been writing this entry for quite a while at about 3 words a day
Last Saturday I went to The Last Frog. A strange thing to do, perhaps, since I don't really like Frog and never go, but what the hell. Kid Harpoon was playing. First, vodka, then The Bricklayer's for my last ever pub + cigarettes session. Gutted. Frog was chaos. I knew there'd be long queues (did anyone listen to me? No!) but it was even worse than I thought. We managed to find the sister of one of my friends in a queue and eventually got in. Thankfully without needing ID since I don't have any. They ID-ed nearly everyone. I just opened my bag in a 'What's that? Security Check?' way and shuffled onwards. Anyroad, Kid Harpoon was quality. One of the five million DJs played 'Still Dre' and someone else played 'What A Waster'. On an unrelated note, the upstairs room (is it still Y&L? Fuck knows) was the hottest place I have ever been ever. It was unbearable. I think I'm past it.
Something potentially both interesting and horrific has happened. At some point in the recent past I applied for something called T4's Music Brain of Britain. I forget why. Anyway, I got a phone call a couple of days ago from someone representing the competition. First she wanted to know if I was free next weekend, Friday-Sunday. Nay, said I, I work Friday and Saturday. Oh, said she, for that is the first wave of the competition at Latitude. Blimey. She then asked me, if I got through to the round where you have to dress up as your musical hero (?!) who would you choose? I was thinking, 'Don't say Peter Doherty, don't say Peter Doherty' so ended up picking Madonna. I'm now thinking Peter would've been a much better idea. So if you see me one day on your tellybox wearing skinny jeans and a hat, you'll know what's happened. Paint your thumbs black, never look back? Apparently I did 'absolutely great' on the music trivia she shot at me and she'll call me about a festival in August. Ohh fuck.
What else? I went to a club on Thursday and got a little emotional about having to smoke outside. I didn't cry on Saturday, so I'm allowed my little moments... I dunno. I agree with it in principle, sort of: smoking will kill me, and I shouldn't subject others to my bad habits etc. etc. There's just something quite tragic about it, though. I'm not going to rabbit on about the 'nanny state' - frankly most people who use that term are fucking cretins; if the government listened to you we'd bring back the death penalty and start shooting the immigrants on sight. It's just feeling ostracised, I suppose. I began smoking at 12 or something stupid, when I was too useless to know any better, and I can't turn the clock back and convince myself that beer + cigarettes do not = love, that smoking isn't necessary, that cigarettes aren't actually my oldest friend. Mainly I just can't believe it's actually happened. Beans On Toast doing Fuck The Smoking Ban at Nambucca was strangely poignant but it wasn't real then. Fucking addiction makes me emo.
Briefly as I'm getting bored:
*Got the proof-reading job. Ooer.
*Live Earth... What the fuck?
*I swear I saw Johnny Borrell doing weird hand-dancing at T in the Park. It was very funny. I still love you Special Johnny. Epiphany '05 4eva.
*OMFG Harry Potter in two weeks. Basically Book 7 is what my life for the past 10 years has been leading up to.
*dptband has made me want to request an interview under false pretences with said band.
*I keep deleting things here. Errrrrrrrrrrgggh Christ. I did get a new boiler, though.
Something potentially both interesting and horrific has happened. At some point in the recent past I applied for something called T4's Music Brain of Britain. I forget why. Anyway, I got a phone call a couple of days ago from someone representing the competition. First she wanted to know if I was free next weekend, Friday-Sunday. Nay, said I, I work Friday and Saturday. Oh, said she, for that is the first wave of the competition at Latitude. Blimey. She then asked me, if I got through to the round where you have to dress up as your musical hero (?!) who would you choose? I was thinking, 'Don't say Peter Doherty, don't say Peter Doherty' so ended up picking Madonna. I'm now thinking Peter would've been a much better idea. So if you see me one day on your tellybox wearing skinny jeans and a hat, you'll know what's happened. Paint your thumbs black, never look back? Apparently I did 'absolutely great' on the music trivia she shot at me and she'll call me about a festival in August. Ohh fuck.
What else? I went to a club on Thursday and got a little emotional about having to smoke outside. I didn't cry on Saturday, so I'm allowed my little moments... I dunno. I agree with it in principle, sort of: smoking will kill me, and I shouldn't subject others to my bad habits etc. etc. There's just something quite tragic about it, though. I'm not going to rabbit on about the 'nanny state' - frankly most people who use that term are fucking cretins; if the government listened to you we'd bring back the death penalty and start shooting the immigrants on sight. It's just feeling ostracised, I suppose. I began smoking at 12 or something stupid, when I was too useless to know any better, and I can't turn the clock back and convince myself that beer + cigarettes do not = love, that smoking isn't necessary, that cigarettes aren't actually my oldest friend. Mainly I just can't believe it's actually happened. Beans On Toast doing Fuck The Smoking Ban at Nambucca was strangely poignant but it wasn't real then. Fucking addiction makes me emo.
Briefly as I'm getting bored:
*Got the proof-reading job. Ooer.
*Live Earth... What the fuck?
*I swear I saw Johnny Borrell doing weird hand-dancing at T in the Park. It was very funny. I still love you Special Johnny. Epiphany '05 4eva.
*OMFG Harry Potter in two weeks. Basically Book 7 is what my life for the past 10 years has been leading up to.
*dptband has made me want to request an interview under false pretences with said band.
*I keep deleting things here. Errrrrrrrrrrgggh Christ. I did get a new boiler, though.