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Well. British Sea Power's Tan Hill Festival was this weekend, which, inevitably, I missed. This was due to a lack of a) tent b) funds c) planning and d) people willing to go, particularly those who actually enjoy British Sea Power, seeing as it was supposed to be a BSPtacular. Frustratingly their forums aren't working (as usual), so I find out via a blog comment that Mark Ronson, the Klaxons, and Arctic Monkeys all showed up and played with them.
This is just like the time I couldn't be bothered to go to the opening party of The Mic, Nottingham University's music magazine, and The Rapture showed up. And The killers. And the next issue was full of thinly-veiled jokes about their drug consumption.
(By the way The Rapture, I have never forgiven you for changing the name of your most recent album to Pieces Of The People We Love from Taco Party.)
I should have a job some times this week. I'm feeling a bit ambivalent, almost disappointed about it. On the one hand I'm pretty grateful to find a new job with relatively decent money just before what looks like a pretty bad recession. But it's a minimum of one hour on the bus each way (probably more now schools are back) and it's really not what I want to do at all (just NHS admin). And although I wouldn't mind this as a stopgap, party of me thinks it really won't be. I'm a bit worried I'll end up like a friend's sister, who graduated from university at a pretty crappy time economically, couldn't find a job for a very long time, and once she got a job which she was over qualified for, stayed at it forever. Then last year everyone in her office laughed at her because she was nearly thirty and hadn't left home yet. (I am unclear whether this was due to money, or an idea that she would some day get her life together and never got around to it)
This is compounded by the fact that I have no idea what it is I want to do with my life, so I have no real way of getting there. Also I'm trying to get people to see Amanda Palmer in October, and so far I've got one probably not, one maybe and three no replies whatsoever. Thanks friends.
This is just like the time I couldn't be bothered to go to the opening party of The Mic, Nottingham University's music magazine, and The Rapture showed up. And The killers. And the next issue was full of thinly-veiled jokes about their drug consumption.
(By the way The Rapture, I have never forgiven you for changing the name of your most recent album to Pieces Of The People We Love from Taco Party.)
I should have a job some times this week. I'm feeling a bit ambivalent, almost disappointed about it. On the one hand I'm pretty grateful to find a new job with relatively decent money just before what looks like a pretty bad recession. But it's a minimum of one hour on the bus each way (probably more now schools are back) and it's really not what I want to do at all (just NHS admin). And although I wouldn't mind this as a stopgap, party of me thinks it really won't be. I'm a bit worried I'll end up like a friend's sister, who graduated from university at a pretty crappy time economically, couldn't find a job for a very long time, and once she got a job which she was over qualified for, stayed at it forever. Then last year everyone in her office laughed at her because she was nearly thirty and hadn't left home yet. (I am unclear whether this was due to money, or an idea that she would some day get her life together and never got around to it)
This is compounded by the fact that I have no idea what it is I want to do with my life, so I have no real way of getting there. Also I'm trying to get people to see Amanda Palmer in October, and so far I've got one probably not, one maybe and three no replies whatsoever. Thanks friends.