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Wow. I finally lived up to my name.
The past few days have been odd. Well only yesterday actually, because I've only been here a few days, here being London, where strange things happen.
I came here on a train, a train filled with yuppies who sneered about golf and engaged in pointless machismo competitions; indeed I half expected one of them to sneer "Phil Colllllinnsss.. works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist..." (kudos if you spot the reference)... I read Bukowski. Infantile plebs gave me abuse for reading, worryingly they were older than me. Still, anyone who gives you abuse when reading, especially reading Bukowski, probably has a brain cell on the verge of dying of loneliness. The train was hell, so I wrote a story in my head, which I'll type up sometime.
In London I met Alicia. We fell in love. It wasn't instaneous, and neither of us expected it, but it happened. We started off by getting lost in London, but after a couple of hours of wandering aimlessly we found my aunt's house in Islington. We started off watching a film, being too tired to do anything else, and my shoulder was sore because my suitcase had broken and I ended up having my back massaged. And if you've never watched a film while having your back massaged, it's fantastic. Of course it would have been ungentlemanly not to return the favour, so I did. And hands are prone to wander, which they did. And one thing led to another, as they do. And I spent four glorious hours on a sofa.
Then later I went to see Tenacious D with my sister (because Alicia couldn't go). Tenacious D were crap. Dick, cum and fart jokes galore, and some idiots who were moshing, to two guys playing acoustic guitars. Rock on. However, I was up on the balcony (at the astoria) and trying to fit six rows of people into a width of about 2 metres is very difficult, meaning that those who have not had mucha agua to drink are prone to faint. As my sister did. Praise our goddam litigation culture though, as some scared-as-hell security guys came over and lifted her into the VIP area, and I had to go to. We were taken to the VIP stairwell, where we met Dave "nirvana/Queens/Foos" funkin' Grohl, who stopped and had a chat. He's surprisingly normal, but then they all are; we all are. Even though I just did, you shouldn't put people up on a pedestal because we're all the same really. But Dave Grohl! :-)
London rocks at times.
I'm happy as hell.
See you all soon :-)
The past few days have been odd. Well only yesterday actually, because I've only been here a few days, here being London, where strange things happen.
I came here on a train, a train filled with yuppies who sneered about golf and engaged in pointless machismo competitions; indeed I half expected one of them to sneer "Phil Colllllinnsss.. works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist..." (kudos if you spot the reference)... I read Bukowski. Infantile plebs gave me abuse for reading, worryingly they were older than me. Still, anyone who gives you abuse when reading, especially reading Bukowski, probably has a brain cell on the verge of dying of loneliness. The train was hell, so I wrote a story in my head, which I'll type up sometime.
In London I met Alicia. We fell in love. It wasn't instaneous, and neither of us expected it, but it happened. We started off by getting lost in London, but after a couple of hours of wandering aimlessly we found my aunt's house in Islington. We started off watching a film, being too tired to do anything else, and my shoulder was sore because my suitcase had broken and I ended up having my back massaged. And if you've never watched a film while having your back massaged, it's fantastic. Of course it would have been ungentlemanly not to return the favour, so I did. And hands are prone to wander, which they did. And one thing led to another, as they do. And I spent four glorious hours on a sofa.
Then later I went to see Tenacious D with my sister (because Alicia couldn't go). Tenacious D were crap. Dick, cum and fart jokes galore, and some idiots who were moshing, to two guys playing acoustic guitars. Rock on. However, I was up on the balcony (at the astoria) and trying to fit six rows of people into a width of about 2 metres is very difficult, meaning that those who have not had mucha agua to drink are prone to faint. As my sister did. Praise our goddam litigation culture though, as some scared-as-hell security guys came over and lifted her into the VIP area, and I had to go to. We were taken to the VIP stairwell, where we met Dave "nirvana/Queens/Foos" funkin' Grohl, who stopped and had a chat. He's surprisingly normal, but then they all are; we all are. Even though I just did, you shouldn't put people up on a pedestal because we're all the same really. But Dave Grohl! :-)
London rocks at times.
I'm happy as hell.
See you all soon :-)
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> We got through all of them before we fell asleep.
We were talking. Obviously.
> We got through all of them before we fell asleep.
We were talking. Obviously.
Looks like a happy weekend for everyone then. Including me.
(Yes, this is just an excuse to tell you all about how much my weekend rocked. Hey - you've all done it - don't moan.
Played football on Friday with a bunch of mates from my village that I havn't hung around with for...ooh, 3 years. It was absolutely tanfastic - none of us can actually play football (due to either lack of skill or lack of lungs), and so it ended up as a complete mess around.
Best thing about being with old friends is all the in-jokes. All the old celebrations we used to do after we score. The way half of us use Jedi mind tricks when we're taking players on ('This is not the ball you are looking for)...stuff like that.
Bunch of little Limp Bizkit/Slipknot kids shouted at me because I wasn't wearing a T-Shirt when I was walking home...one of them thought that I fancied him. He even said that I was 'interested' in him - which, tanfasticly enough, meant I had the perfect opportunity to use that line from Day Of The Dead.
Last night I went to a mates house for a party - 18 teenagers on either alcohol or 'smoking alcohol'. Riotus fun, if that makes any sense - I jumped through a tree. As these things do, eventually everyone calmed down about 11, all going off to different groups.
I was with a girl outside, under a sleeping bag, with a CD player right next to me. And, fortunatly, every album Counting Crows have ever done.
We got through all of them before we fell asleep.
(Yes, this is just an excuse to tell you all about how much my weekend rocked. Hey - you've all done it - don't moan.
Played football on Friday with a bunch of mates from my village that I havn't hung around with for...ooh, 3 years. It was absolutely tanfastic - none of us can actually play football (due to either lack of skill or lack of lungs), and so it ended up as a complete mess around.
Best thing about being with old friends is all the in-jokes. All the old celebrations we used to do after we score. The way half of us use Jedi mind tricks when we're taking players on ('This is not the ball you are looking for)...stuff like that.
Bunch of little Limp Bizkit/Slipknot kids shouted at me because I wasn't wearing a T-Shirt when I was walking home...one of them thought that I fancied him. He even said that I was 'interested' in him - which, tanfasticly enough, meant I had the perfect opportunity to use that line from Day Of The Dead.
Last night I went to a mates house for a party - 18 teenagers on either alcohol or 'smoking alcohol'. Riotus fun, if that makes any sense - I jumped through a tree. As these things do, eventually everyone calmed down about 11, all going off to different groups.
I was with a girl outside, under a sleeping bag, with a CD player right next to me. And, fortunatly, every album Counting Crows have ever done.
We got through all of them before we fell asleep.
Hehe, congrats Mr Happy. I felt like that when I was going out with Grace...well, not in the 'sofa' way, but I felt as though nothing could ruin my mood. {:)
I could make my mission for the Summer Hols to win her heart back by using maximum charm.
Or I could just stay at home and play some games.
I could make my mission for the Summer Hols to win her heart back by using maximum charm.
Or I could just stay at home and play some games.
Yuppies.
*shiver*
What I find amusing about that whole episode?
Whilst they were planning how to outdo each other, I was out sinking vodka and trying not to stare down this lass's top.
So they strut about comparing genital sizes/social standings and probably went back to their expensive houses, surrounded in the comfortable glow of wealth.
Whilst you did your sofa thing and I indulged myself in Goatboy pursuits.
So, the choice
(a) All the money and a desperate need to validate through power
(b) Enough money to survive and someone sitting on my face all night?
Hmmmmmm....*scratches chin*
*shiver*
What I find amusing about that whole episode?
Whilst they were planning how to outdo each other, I was out sinking vodka and trying not to stare down this lass's top.
So they strut about comparing genital sizes/social standings and probably went back to their expensive houses, surrounded in the comfortable glow of wealth.
Whilst you did your sofa thing and I indulged myself in Goatboy pursuits.
So, the choice
(a) All the money and a desperate need to validate through power
(b) Enough money to survive and someone sitting on my face all night?
Hmmmmmm....*scratches chin*
One more thing.
This just struck me as odd, while I shopped today. I was in Borders and was looking at books of poetry. They were all over 15 pounds, only really popular poetry makes it to paperback, and so I didn't get any of them. I then promptly went and bought a DVD for £19.99.
Now that's odd because I didn't think twice about buying something that cost more, will last me less time, and cost less to make. What's even stranger, as occured to me when I thought things through, was that if the poet in question had released a DVD on which he read maybe 15 poems I would have bought the DVD without a second thought; equally if he had done the same with a cd; I would have paid the £15.
It's weird how books, despite being cheaper and more lasting than any of the other equivalent things we buy, are less popular and seem more expensive. I mean, if you see a book for £20 you'd have to be a pretty big fan of the author to buy it, whereas I impulse bought a £20 DVD today.
Anyone else find this odd...
This just struck me as odd, while I shopped today. I was in Borders and was looking at books of poetry. They were all over 15 pounds, only really popular poetry makes it to paperback, and so I didn't get any of them. I then promptly went and bought a DVD for £19.99.
Now that's odd because I didn't think twice about buying something that cost more, will last me less time, and cost less to make. What's even stranger, as occured to me when I thought things through, was that if the poet in question had released a DVD on which he read maybe 15 poems I would have bought the DVD without a second thought; equally if he had done the same with a cd; I would have paid the £15.
It's weird how books, despite being cheaper and more lasting than any of the other equivalent things we buy, are less popular and seem more expensive. I mean, if you see a book for £20 you'd have to be a pretty big fan of the author to buy it, whereas I impulse bought a £20 DVD today.
Anyone else find this odd...
Yeah, I too was in HMV today - bought Heat - which I haven't seen but has been recommended by several people on the forums, and The Shawshank Redemption - which replaces my dodgy taped from the TV version. Both were £5.99.
Still can't believe they made an American Psycho 2. I can't bring myself to watch it.
Still can't believe they made an American Psycho 2. I can't bring myself to watch it.
Kudos to Goaty :-)
I was going to put this in the story when I type it up, but it really happened and it is an example of yuppiness so banal then even Brett Easton Ellis would never have contemplated it.
I am waiting for a train at Warwick station. Surrounding me are three yuppies of the highest order. These are big shot yuppies, rich enough to have moved far out of the London commuter belt into Warwick, and thus mega-yuppies for whom even the competition derived from contact cards is too little. One picks up his phone and dials someone:
"Hello, I'm at the station at the moment; could you just tell me the best way to get to (raises voice to an even louder level) YOUR OFFICE IN CANARY WHARF"
Second yuppie rises to the challenge admirably; he picks up his phone and dials:
"Ah yes, so you want to meet in the restaurant at what time? Yes, my sentiments exactly, (raises voice by several decibels) OFFICES ARE SO IMPERSONAL FOR MEETINGS AREN'T THEY?"
Now the third yuppie is shielded by me. But this one sees the dire need to outdo the other two as something of an artform. He slowly and subtley slides his hand into his pocket and as he slowly takes it out, his phone magically starts ringing. He lets it ring long enough for the other two to take sideways glances at him, then takes it out and "answers":
"Yes, I'm at the station already. Oh why thank you, of course I would like a chaffeur to pick me up from Marylebone, how thoughtful... Well certainly... goodbye and thank you again."
The other two look dejected. Yuppie number three has the smug satisfaction of someone who has achieved absolutely nothing but valued it more than anything in the world.
The train was no better. At one end I could hear the same yuppies talking (loudly) about how amazing and talented at a canon of activities they were. Then there were several wives exchanging "thoroughly hackneyed opinions about subjects of which they knew absolutely nothing" (my favourite linee from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis). Then there were three teenagers who started off by playing Sum 41 at an incredibly loud volume so that the rest of the carriage could hear the tinny headphone cacophony. Then, when satisfied with their rebel status, they proceeded to exchange what can only be called moronicisms. eg "My dad found a million dollar bill and yadda yadda yadda crap crap there aren't I impressive crap blah crap" What they were spouting was far too stupid to be thoroughly hackneyed, well at least I hope it was, but one day they will grow into merely regurgitating crap, rather than laying fresh stuff themselves.
HMV is cool at the moment, they're selling some pretty good DVD's at stupidly low prices.. I picked up One flew over the cuckoos nest and the Twin Peaks follow up for under £20, which was good.
Sofas are comfy. I bought a map so that I can spend less time being lost in the urban sprawl and more time on comfy sofas.
Harold and Maude is an absolutely brilliant film.
I'm breaking into mini sentences, but that's okay. Because everyone's happy, apart from Meka, because he's been happy for so long that happiness has become the norm, whcih is also good. And cyclone, who will be happy soon.
I love my life. She goes home in 4 weeks. But 4 weeks is a lot of sofa time :-)
I was going to put this in the story when I type it up, but it really happened and it is an example of yuppiness so banal then even Brett Easton Ellis would never have contemplated it.
I am waiting for a train at Warwick station. Surrounding me are three yuppies of the highest order. These are big shot yuppies, rich enough to have moved far out of the London commuter belt into Warwick, and thus mega-yuppies for whom even the competition derived from contact cards is too little. One picks up his phone and dials someone:
"Hello, I'm at the station at the moment; could you just tell me the best way to get to (raises voice to an even louder level) YOUR OFFICE IN CANARY WHARF"
Second yuppie rises to the challenge admirably; he picks up his phone and dials:
"Ah yes, so you want to meet in the restaurant at what time? Yes, my sentiments exactly, (raises voice by several decibels) OFFICES ARE SO IMPERSONAL FOR MEETINGS AREN'T THEY?"
Now the third yuppie is shielded by me. But this one sees the dire need to outdo the other two as something of an artform. He slowly and subtley slides his hand into his pocket and as he slowly takes it out, his phone magically starts ringing. He lets it ring long enough for the other two to take sideways glances at him, then takes it out and "answers":
"Yes, I'm at the station already. Oh why thank you, of course I would like a chaffeur to pick me up from Marylebone, how thoughtful... Well certainly... goodbye and thank you again."
The other two look dejected. Yuppie number three has the smug satisfaction of someone who has achieved absolutely nothing but valued it more than anything in the world.
The train was no better. At one end I could hear the same yuppies talking (loudly) about how amazing and talented at a canon of activities they were. Then there were several wives exchanging "thoroughly hackneyed opinions about subjects of which they knew absolutely nothing" (my favourite linee from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis). Then there were three teenagers who started off by playing Sum 41 at an incredibly loud volume so that the rest of the carriage could hear the tinny headphone cacophony. Then, when satisfied with their rebel status, they proceeded to exchange what can only be called moronicisms. eg "My dad found a million dollar bill and yadda yadda yadda crap crap there aren't I impressive crap blah crap" What they were spouting was far too stupid to be thoroughly hackneyed, well at least I hope it was, but one day they will grow into merely regurgitating crap, rather than laying fresh stuff themselves.
HMV is cool at the moment, they're selling some pretty good DVD's at stupidly low prices.. I picked up One flew over the cuckoos nest and the Twin Peaks follow up for under £20, which was good.
Sofas are comfy. I bought a map so that I can spend less time being lost in the urban sprawl and more time on comfy sofas.
Harold and Maude is an absolutely brilliant film.
I'm breaking into mini sentences, but that's okay. Because everyone's happy, apart from Meka, because he's been happy for so long that happiness has become the norm, whcih is also good. And cyclone, who will be happy soon.
I love my life. She goes home in 4 weeks. But 4 weeks is a lot of sofa time :-)
Normal life.............sex and Dave Grohl?
Some people have all the luck!
;)
Some people have all the luck!
;)
We'll I'm happy for the lot of you. :o)
I got nothing extra to be happy about today, just the same old enchanted life I'm living in.
So... do you like Huey Lewis and the News?
I got nothing extra to be happy about today, just the same old enchanted life I'm living in.
So... do you like Huey Lewis and the News?
Wow, well done both of you. I have been doing something slighty different, and for the first time in a long time I am actually happy. Ren & Stimpy happy.
Yesterday I spent the day filming (the first of many) for my series of sketches hopefully for Channel 4. It was just brilliant fun. Bloody excellent.. you will be able to see a select few of the scripts on the website (more to follow on this forum).
The six of us finished filming then got a little drunk and played Super Monkey Ball. Five of us then treked up to Teddington and found a party which we invited ourselves into. Some very fit girls... I sang Outside on the Microphone and girls began to love me.
And here I am now. :-D
Yesterday I spent the day filming (the first of many) for my series of sketches hopefully for Channel 4. It was just brilliant fun. Bloody excellent.. you will be able to see a select few of the scripts on the website (more to follow on this forum).
The six of us finished filming then got a little drunk and played Super Monkey Ball. Five of us then treked up to Teddington and found a party which we invited ourselves into. Some very fit girls... I sang Outside on the Microphone and girls began to love me.
And here I am now. :-D
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