1! 2! 3! 4! 5! (Break It Down Baby!)
I received an excruciatingly annoying email today:
“Hi, just thought I'd mention that your Clap review was pretty damn good BUT!!! I had to add a little bit from someone else's review at the start because I needed to make it slightly longer. This has obviously taken the limelight from your review, which actually read far better on its own, but was unavoidable. Shows just how sometimes layout is as important as style I suppose. Best wishes.
Charles Rumsey, Music Editor, Concrete”
‘You stupid fucking moron’ I thought, because I had specifically written that I was told to make it that short and would be happy to add a paragraph if need be. But now, it’ll read worse and may not have my name at the bottom. Long haired Tom was right, those guys are a bunch of fuck-wits down there.
ID cards are back on the agenda. If I didn’t think the concept was so dangerous I’d be vaguely insulted that the government seriously expect us to believe these things would counter terrorism. But no matter, when it comes to the things that really matter this country has been known to do the right thing. We beat the 90 Days Imprisonment Bill, we beat the Incitement Of Religious Hatred Bill. We can beat this.
I’m on the phone to my biological mother, and out of nowhere feel the urge for family history (do it! One day this kind of useless information will be gone forever.). ‘Where did you and Dad go on your first date?’ ‘He took me to the cinema.’ ‘Oh right. What did you see?’
‘We saw Apocalypse Now.’
‘…’
Apocalypse Now
And so began the road to my conception. Nice one, pops.
“Hi, just thought I'd mention that your Clap review was pretty damn good BUT!!! I had to add a little bit from someone else's review at the start because I needed to make it slightly longer. This has obviously taken the limelight from your review, which actually read far better on its own, but was unavoidable. Shows just how sometimes layout is as important as style I suppose. Best wishes.
Charles Rumsey, Music Editor, Concrete”
‘You stupid fucking moron’ I thought, because I had specifically written that I was told to make it that short and would be happy to add a paragraph if need be. But now, it’ll read worse and may not have my name at the bottom. Long haired Tom was right, those guys are a bunch of fuck-wits down there.
ID cards are back on the agenda. If I didn’t think the concept was so dangerous I’d be vaguely insulted that the government seriously expect us to believe these things would counter terrorism. But no matter, when it comes to the things that really matter this country has been known to do the right thing. We beat the 90 Days Imprisonment Bill, we beat the Incitement Of Religious Hatred Bill. We can beat this.
I’m on the phone to my biological mother, and out of nowhere feel the urge for family history (do it! One day this kind of useless information will be gone forever.). ‘Where did you and Dad go on your first date?’ ‘He took me to the cinema.’ ‘Oh right. What did you see?’
‘We saw Apocalypse Now.’
‘…’
Apocalypse Now
And so began the road to my conception. Nice one, pops.