Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Happy New Year

According to Wikipedia I share my birthday with Kate Bush, Jean Reno, Richard Linklater and Emily Bronte. Also with Arnie and the drummer from the Manics but let's leave those two for a moment. Joe Shuster, the artist who helped create Superman died on 30th July 1992. Other birthdeaths include Otto Von Bismarck, Claudette Colbert, Ingmar Bergman and potentially Jimmy Hoffa who disappeared on the day, 1975.

I'm the same age as Christopher Nolan, the director of Memento and Batman Begins. I wonder if he enjoyed the day as much as I did.

I've learnt that I have an adverbial disorder, it's not serious, it's quite silly really. Apparently the only cure involves being pointed and laughed at. Life's harsh sometimes.

People say that Amsterdam is full of beautiful houseboats. That's not entirely true. There are some really crappy ones out there.

Good festivals have the best organisers...

Tunes: Maximo Park: Our Earthly Pleasures

I Call This Bridge And Boat Under Moon (Although I Don't Know Why)



Tunes: Fairport Convention: Liege And Lief

Monday, July 02, 2007

Your Insides Will Glow


I know I should have added some more Glastonbury news, but somewhere along the way this happened.

My Glastonbury pics are up here though. More on everything once I get over being back at work.


Tunes: The Broken Family band: Hello Love

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

We're All Fucked Up On The Booze And the Drugs


Everything hurts, I have a cold, an allergy to movement, I've slept for a day, I think I still have mud under my eyelids and even simple tasks are taking a monumental effort. Guess I'm back from Glastonbury then. More to follow...


Tunes: The Broken Family Band: Balls

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Land Of Hope and Glory

Mike was in full political flow, charting the decline of western civilisation and portending a none too happy future when Ian Dury's Fucking Aida came on. It's very hard to take anything seriously when one of England's greatest poets and his Blockheads are shouting "Fucking Aida" repeatedly over a drunken music hall stomp. Sometimes laughter is the only sense there is.

I had this wonderful image of the country sinking into the sea, the last bowler hatted English gentleman standing stiffly to attention, briefcase, umbrella and rolled up copy of the times gradually disappearing from view (Cap'n Jack Sparrow style) whilst Fucking Aida plays in the background.


Tunes: Ian Dury And The Blockheads: Sex And Drugs And Rock And Roll