Singer Dolores O'Riordon was quite spectacularly annoying in every interview. I'm keeping my original collection of anthologies to give to my kids to read. I mean, anyone can splurge words down on a PC or typewriter. Now I've got back on broadband at home, I can be a little more spontaneous and hopefully share more of my daily ponderings with you. Blur - 'For Tomorrow (Visit To Primrose Hill Extended Version)'8. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. I'm certain that women get equally insensed by men fawning over airheaded girls who just happen to have good genes. The only saving grace I've found is that after girls have got through their jerk phase, they tend to appreciate decent young gentleman all the more. Something that my mum and teachers discovered when I was about 8. But it was the simplification of the message and triumphalism of the whole thing that slighted grated with me. However, the deeper feeling troubling me is that nobody really means it, deep down. If we really wanted to vote in a party that cared about the 3rd world and the environment, then we could've done, just a couple of months ago. I saw a great quote from Palahniuk's "Lullaby" on a message board somewhere which seems appropriate:"Big Brother isn't watching. Speed Of Sound In my haste at boasting all about getting soggy at Glastonbury, I neglected to tell you all about my speed dating experience from a work or so ago. I actually rather enjoyed it, despite convincing myself beforehand that I wouldn't. The organisers are very good and will certainly put you at ease. They went from being stereotypically Oirish and twee to singing slightly cringeworthy protest songs about The Troubles ("With their tanks and their bombs, And their bombs and their guns! But it takes a special talent and dedication to draw a comic strip. Sometimes you can be feeling down, but the right song at the right time can lift you out of the hole you've dug yourself into. Whether that's a good thing or not, I'll leave to you, dear reader, to decide. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. (But we know you still lust after the nasty boys... They took me off it, and I went from being a hellspawn devil child to joe cool. As if wiping off a continent's debt will solve all their problems, and it was all because self obsessed junkie Pete Docherty sang with ridiculously extravagant multimillionaire Elton John! Sure, they'll wear the wristband, they'll go to the concert, they'll sign the petition, they'll buy the DVD, even donate money if pushed. Everything made in the 3rd world starts getting more expensive. The sweatshops starting paying decent wages so your trainers double in price. Would the Daily Mail, for instance, just maybe change it's tune? Mortgages, house prices, petrol prices, a flood of asylum seekers (mostly from poor 3rd world countries). After all, we elect the politicians making those decisions. Yeah, he bombed the shit out of a country of brown people somewhere, but I'm still getting my paycheque, so we'll give him another crack of the whip. I'm very glad that I had my friend Laura to hold my hand, but the process itself was actually quite fun and didn't feel too unnatural. Daisy: So somewhere out there in the vastness of the unknown there's an... Brian: An equation so complex as to utterly defy possibility of comprehension by even the most brilliant human mind, but an equation nonetheless. A time when I'd retuned from 1FM to Virgin 1215, which was a brand new, exciting national station on crackly AM. It's featherlight and fragile (delicately produced by former Smiths knob twiddler Stephen Street, who ironically also produced..on, guess... It sends me back to night times listening under the covers, and day times in the sunshine. But then I heard Damon Albarn singing about ants on carpets, and a whole new world of possibilities opened up before me. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question - is this real, or is this just a ride? Perhaps it's seeing a medium so long associated with being a kid used to frame the adult world, and the ability that brings to play out scenes that sneak under the radar. Nat 'King' Cole - When I Fall In Love Now I can head to bed with a smile on my face and warmth in my heart. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. Most appropriate, as in my more flexible youth, I was great at limboing (considering my height). Part of me is pleased, cos it's better than actually going to hell itself, but the other half is a little disappointed. But I guess it would be pretty cool to chill with Caesar, discuss philosophy with Socrates and Aristotle, hear stories about the Thunderbirds from Virgil, and ask Homer about the time he skipped jury duty. Green Day - Wake Me Up When September A rather disturbing couple of 70's rock tracks there. The Green Day track deserves inclusion on it's frankly jaw dropping video. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. And it became clear that it really isn't as simple as all that... Almost everyone who can read this has more than they'll ever need. First things first, it goes without saying that the vast majority of people involved and who watched the concerts have nothing but the best intentions. I mean, I thought I was feeling depressed and miserable, but watching his movies I realise I'm a mere amateur at such things. It's a well worn line, but they don't make em like this any more. Tim: I've got some fucking Jaffa Cakes in my coat pocket! The passport back to a life I often try to sweep under the carpet and pretend never happened. For it was in 1994 that while my friend John and I were doing our paper round, John insisted I listened to a song on his walkman (I'm already sounding like grandad. ") That song was 'End Of A Century' by a band I'd never heard of, called Blur. This is an artifact from before that moment of epiphany, stood clutching Watford Observer's in the cold on Bournehall Avenue. I'm not sure what attracts me to comic books (the term graphic novel is just wishful thinking). Looks like i've worked how to post to my blog from my mobile phone. Be prepared for regular frustrated messages as i stand behind dithering fools at cash machines, who are unable to grasp the simple process of obtaining money by keying in a 4 digit code. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. Just watch MTV2 for 15 minutes, it'll come on.)Sadly I wasn't able to make it along to Trafalgar Square this evening for the vigil. But I felt like I needed to do something after I'd finished, especially as it'd been a long and often frustrating day. All sitting together in quiet contemplation, toddlers and dogs dashing between us, playing. But, I figure, it'll bite you on the arse in the end, young lady. Then, this evening, I hit the Next Blog button a couple of time. Yeah, I know, it sounds a bit wanky, a bit of a catch all, quick fix, Madonna-promoted mantra. Out glorious capitalist world is based on the need to consume. By rejecting this idea, and rather than placing yourself at the centre of the universe, instead placing the universe at the centre of yourself, things seem to make a little more sense, to me at any rate. No longer distracted by the shiny lights of endless capitalist consumerism. It's corny, but John Lennon once sang "Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can." And he was shot. But then he was a wife beating heroin addict who kept his working class roots alive by driving around in a Rolls Royce and living in luxury appartments in New York. I'd slit my wrists only I can't get the knife to cut through these damn charity wristbands. Razor sharp dialogue, sassy dames and an anti-hero in a trench coat.We know you’re busy, so we’ve done the hard work for you.We have done extensive research and built our proprietary matching system from scratch, so that we can send you a customized One-to-One match every week.This sophisticated and powerful system is designed to increase your chance of meeting someone special by scouring our database to find the best candidates for you. The belief that the future is in fact a mathematically predictable preordained system. It was from the album that his brother had taped for him just that week. This is the world of a boy just starting to explore what would one day become everything. ) I adored the phrase "you know I'm such a fool for you", and Dolores' delivery, for once, compliments the song, rather than swamping it. Along with what my dad played me from The Beatles, The Beach Boys and The Stones, this is one of them. And when you choose to go on it, you think that it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. It has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly coloured, and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. I'm not a great reader of fiction in general as I prefer non-fiction, stories from real life, but comic strips really hit home. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. Boy enlists in the US military and gets sent to Iraq. My troubles began to melt away, as I sat pondering the words of Wm Henry Davies's poem 'Leisure': What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. Past the incomprehensible jibberish of the first few blogs, I hit this wonderfully honest post from Liz at The American Mystery Deepens, which tells the story from the other perspective. I'm gonna try not to fill my head with silly things I think I want, when of course I don't really need them. It's easy to be cynical about the whole affair, for cynicisms sake, but difficult to pin down quite why I felt so unhappy about the whole thing. Happy to reduce our revoltingly opulent lifestyles so as to drag the poorest people of the world out of poverty. In this kind of situation, i have to thank the lord above for Woody Allen. All captured by Howard Hawks on the Warner Brothers' lot in perfect black and white, where even the good guys enjoy a smoke.
Nothing like a bit of constructive criticism to ease the pain... (Hover for a description and click for the full image.) I can't recommend highly enough escaping to even the smallest enclave of nature you can find. Perhaps not at the alcohol, which is a recognised social problem after all, but certainly the chocolate. And it's only peer pressure that makes me drink loads when I'm out. And since I'm essentially a sociopath with a sick sense of humour, who takes delight in annoying others, resisting peer pressure comes with the territory. Plus, as one of my friends who went teetotal for 18 months put it "you get to wake up without a hangover, and you remember all the gossip from the night! And again, I wasn't too disappointed, but I ain't telling you any more about that! Yeah, but I'd definitely go with a friend, preferably of the opposite sex!
All of it occuring a matter of miles from where I was sat, transfixed, unable to turn away. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, no author has had more of an impact on me and the way I think than Charles Schulz. You just download the programme, and it lets you zoom all over satellite images of the world, from the whole Earth hanging in the void of outer space, right into your neighbourhood. Here is how you matched up against all the levels: Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. So walk I did, and took pics on my phone, as I always promised I would. Warm sunshine bathing everyone in a contented glow, people playing football, kids on bikes, joggers going round and round and round, girls in floaty summer dresses, elderly folk having a nice sit down, cosmopolitan London as it always has been, but I think I've only very recently been able to truly appreciate. Then, one day, when I was old enough to contain the hyperactivity (yeah right) I tried it. And my love affair with the brown stuff was rekindled. I have developed not so much a sweet tooth, as a sweet mouth. They come to live the life they choose, they come to be themselves. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's on your mind.
But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? The sickening feeling in my guts as I witnessed something I thought had been put behind us, especially after everything I've heard over the last few days. In which case, this was the lame sequel that simply rehashed the plot, without the explosiveness of the original. The fact that Matt Groening (The Simpsons, Futurama, God) does the foreword says it all. The best bit is zooming in on one place, like New York, and then watching as it zooms all the way out, turns the globe beneath you, and zooms into your next destination, say... But I liked the sound of this one, shamelessly stolen from Rant Of The Day. I figured I've been too naughty to get to heaven, but I was hoping I'd been nice enough to avoid the worst that the dark prince can throw at me. The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo! Plus, I'd get to walk through Regent's Park, which is always a treat. They choose to come to London as many have come before because they come to be free.
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