erm...

what do you call a vacant Irishman? an Eire head!

no.

i've been compiling an album of the best narrated songs, and it's looking good. i could have filled a short songs one, but what's the point now? i already made Andyhead the "post-acopulatic sci-fi" mini-disk, which, marred by a lack of cross fader, cobbled together a variety of wierd, unsettling songs, and between-track squiggles and atmospheres (such as the end of one armed scissor). i seem to remember that had thirty-odd tracks on. so this one looks great - bands include tinderstix, pulp, the bonzos, the biscuit, the 'head, the faith, and amany others, without giving too much away.

i am looking forward to going away. no really, i am. i got back to the farm and thought, "sheesh.. why would i want to go anywhere else?" especially a place where you have to 'respect their culture'. *Honestly*. damn it Jim, i'm an interloper, not a cultural ambassador! and if i am a cultural ambassador (which i understand i am), why do i have to respect their culture? i should be practising mine to the full effect. if they get offended, good - the truth hurts.

quote of the week -

shut up, Lee's half Paki!

sometime after which we stopped falling about laughing and had to explain irony again. which was gay. and even i've gone off saying 'gay'. i go through phases i guess.


i'm not taking condoms. i'd rather turn down someone on the basis of not having protection, than have to bring back
a full carton of unused rubber. I thought i'd flatter myself by considering this choice. off to have lunch and buy expensive holiday crap, then early evening drinks withsome of the crew. good luck everyone!

love
grilly
xx

terminated conversation of the week:

uncle alan: are you into football at all, david?

me: no.

uncle alan: ...

me: .,...

uncle alan:

.

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the wedding was great. *lovely*. even Tim's [drunken] speech {that went on too long (and involved calling Michelle's family 'anal')} was terribly moving. but all the crying was a bit rediculous. we had a klezma band! and they rocked so hard. and they were all lovely girls... *sigh*. the party went on as long as it could.

then this week involved watching the princess bride with rachel at last [though we'll never finish Willow 87(]. best film ever. every other line is a fantastic quote. i been becoming dangerously close to eating three veggie burgers in as many days (steered towards falafel instead today), and sorting my life out, which i haven't actually done. +never mind, eh?+ won't take long to pack up and do my share of the house. all it needs is a little concentration

what happened to Departure Lounge? went along with Laurenec and Aimee, and it was just a bunch of people watching football. that doesn't seem very Japanese to me! we went to fringe bar instead at that point, Robin boy turned up and they all talked about Glastonbury. wankers.
what else...
bought some smokes and a bottle of whiskey, with the intention of being a proper rock star and recording a whole album while doing all of the stuff i needed to. what did i achicheve? one song. one lousy song with a crap vocal and two guitar lines. rubbish! if anyone wants a bottle of whiskey (a blend of islays, diluted of course) and the very best part of a pack of amber leaf (which i've realised i hate) then please phone me. phone me anyway, it'd be nice to hear from you.

xx


edit: this week's Onion is right on target. very good read indeed.

edit 2: i got this from ateaseweb.com:

FHM magazine surveyed 100,000 people online for their best album album of the past decade. Radiohead's OK Computer came in 6th. Here's the full list:

1 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication
2 Oasis - (What`s the Story) Morning Glory
3 Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP
4 U2- All that You Can`t Leave Behind
5 Coldplay - A Rush of Blood to the Head
6 Radiohead - OK Computer
7 Coldplay - Parachutes
8 Prodigy - Fat of the Land
9 Blur - Parklife
10 The Verve- Urban Hymns

U2 were also voted the best band of the past decade in the survey by FHM magazine, followed by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Oasis and Coldplay.

The Matrix (1999), starring Keanu Reeves, was voted the best film of the decade, followed by the last in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Return of the King, Quentin Tarantino`s Pulp Fiction (1994), The Shawshank Redemption (1994) and Fight Club (1999).

FHM surveyed 100,000 people online.

so now you no, you meet someone, and they talk at you about nothing so much as the matrix, californication, and Ubleeding2, you need not talk to them any longer (so it doesn't really tell us anything, then).

interesting that Fight Club - possibly the most anti-FHM film i can think of (except punchdrunk love) rates in there. do people just like the fighting? like the quote "everyone copies Gang of Four's guitar sound, but no-one copies their politics." can't remember who said it though.

"captain beefheart's not even going to be there!!"

but he's not going to be at electralane either, is he, Beth?

and he wasn't. but they were bloody good. i shouldn't be writing this. i should be on the train home to the parent's wedding function at the george, alstonefield. last exam, woohoo! right. i only came back here to update my mp3 player, look at me. 'nuff. (the campapign against leading vowels continues [nd prml scrm cn fck ff])


last blog for quite some time maybe. so here's my summer schedule:
today: go home
monday or tuesday: come back, brighton time alone. contemplation.
somteime that week, probably saturday: come back to the peaks again.
15th july (approx): fred's wedding.round trip involving bath, somerset, and bristol, and anyone playing at clwb ifor bach.
22 july: leave for indonesia and all that concerns.
22 august: get back, a richer, rounder person.
september: get a fucking job, ya bum. (resits?)
october: come back, brighton. living with jess, laurenec, and possibly joel (jess ain't sure anymore).

i can't get sale of the centuary by sleeper out of my head. no particular reason.

must go now!!

Ffa Cofi Pawb!!

grilly
x

good evening, glasgow...

this one is for our record company...

who don't know fuck

a while ago, andyhead and i had the idea of making a classic thom yorke ad-libs website. that quote is worth a fucking internet.
others include -

i only know three chords on the piano

before the first playing of pyramid song, and

this song's called lift. thanks for asking.

you must hear these (the indiana jones ones are better. fonder memories)

sat an exam today (nu?). i was shitting myself, so i had a baked potato with cheese and beans. i'll repeat that, because it's important: i had a jacket potato, with cheese, and, beans. and a somosa. and a ca-puchino flapjack. the exam wasn't too bad.

bannana co:

whoah woah woah woah woah! is this a talk show, or what? i will now start that again, without the fucking french dictionary in the front.

there you are, thom! (hook reference).


what's that all about then eh? looking forward to the one yesterday. it didn't go great and that shattered my confidence. now i'm so confused and i've got a full day to revise for the next one. what's going on? (waves hands in thom yorke 'meeting people is easy' kind of way).
good bye.

xx

100 songs on one cd...

and the first one i saw was nazi punks fuck off.
i'm about to sit an exam that i'm stupidly over-confident about.
it's a good day to be me.
except that everybodies leaving for glasto tomorrow.

never mind! log's been active as well.

at that's it. i didn't leave here 'til gone ten last night, and i need to go and start reading through said 'xam. yeah, that's right: 'xam. i don't need no stinking leading vowels.

x