The big news I suppose is that I managed to sell my car for more money than I was expecting. While the past me would've taken the money and bought an iMac and lots and lots of cooked breakfasts, I did the boring thing and paid off a big debt that was eating a fair bit of my monthly wage, paid off the whole of my water bill and paid back some money ( Read more... )

As most of you are surely aware, my favourite song of all time is Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks. But to single something out as a favourite without just reason and thought is rather foolish indeed, so I thought that I should dedicate an entire post (with videos!) explaining my oh-so-strong feelings about this amazing song. If you don't care then ( Read more... )

A couple of days ago, Kate bought me a Four Track recorder for my iPhone (aptly called FourTrack). I didn't really expect it to work too well (the ones that I have downloaded for PC were laggy and, therefore, useless to record multiple tracks on) but this one is brilliant. So much so that I recorded a song of my own to test it ( Read more... )

by Maureen Cleave, The Evening Standard, 4th March 1966 ( Read more... )

I am at the end of a full fortnight off work, which has been nice, if less restful than I'd have hoped. In fact, with me having visited Swalesdale in the North Yorkshire moors the week prior to this annual leave, it's been three weeks since I did any actually day to day grind. So, though it's always nicer to live in leisure, I sort of looking ( Read more... )

I need some time off work! My last time off was for my birthday back in mid June, and I'm currently suffering from the thing that people who do my job suffer from when they have gone too long without a proper break, namely almost constant fatigue and moderate malaise on a more or less daily basis. I am away with work for a week from 25th September ( Read more... )

Can someone explain how, even after owning no less than 2 albums, did PJ Harvey pass me by for so long?!

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For fuck sake...

...or Steve Marriott, singer with the Small Faces and, later, Humble Pie. I had always dismissed the Small Faces as being somewhat trite, but, maybe with age, I have learned to appreciate them and form a rather healthy interest. I was watching a repeat of Top of the Pops 2 on Dave (at work, TV is still unhooked here) which was guest hosted by Vic ( Read more... )

I have just returned from Milton Keynes to buy my brother's birthday present. The trip was filled with frustration and has left me worn out. See, during the week shoppers are just more civilised and, more importantly, tend to go either on their own or in pairs. On Saturdays, this rules just flies out of the fucking window. I was in Paperchase ( Read more... )

Another day of not a lot, although this was down to a 90 minute phone call from my mum rather than me moping around. I was going to tidy up the kitchen and go and buy my brother's birthday present (a Stylophone!) but after the onslaught of having the menus and the seating plans, the lack of orders of service and the order of readings for my ( Read more... )