previously known as [cold][wet][durham], [dirty][grimy][london],[busy][shiny][toon],[frantic][crowded][south]
Having just bought a dab radio (yay) spending the afternoon listing stuff on ebay (selling off cds and bits and peices) and listerning to 6music, i’ve heard a good dose of French ye ye girl pop. Hmm, Im not the biggest fan (I’ll leave that to le La on songfortheday) but I was facinated by the uber fem (if sugary) cha cha charming magazine.
Now - a dose of French rap, something they do very well [vent] (unlike cheese, moderation, and farming). [/vent]
It’s rare something makes me laugh out loud* but this was true genius. Its a wank bar, with a great garden bit at the back.
To be honest, pretentious toss though it was, I didn’t mind the bar itself. It was the punters who got on my tits - sour-faced office girls bemoaning their ever-spreading backsides over a pricy cocktail, and celtic-tattooed chumps making the most of their footballer’s mullets before the stranglehold of male-pattern baldness. Plus, if I’d just spent a fortune buying drink in a place like this, I’d at least try to make it look like I was enjoying myself. Miserable bastards
*Im a miserable git at times
People - think about it please. If the stats are true:
* 22% chose creationism
* 17% opted for intelligent design
* 48% selected evolution theory
* and the rest did not know.
ID = creationism.
Intelligent design = somebody designed it = creationish. It’s just symantics.
I have no idea if this is true - but it is truely a brilliant ideal:
‘Crack Tax’ Nets $2m
A USA ‘crack tax’ has brought in almost $2 million for the state of Tennessee in its first year. Tennessean.com reports that the state’s unauthorized substances tax - dubbed the ‘crack tax’ - requires drug dealers to pay taxes anonymously within 48 hours of acquiring an unauthorized substance to receive a special stamp. If police catch a suspected drug dealer without the stamps, the dealer faces prosecution for tax evasion as well as drug dealing.
Why oh why, when Im trying to sleep, does my tmmy rumble so much? And why am I booting up phone to log this, when that will only make me awaker. Sigh
Sorry for the total lack of posting my dedicated fans (hello - heeeelllooo - nothing but echos), but it’s been a mother fucker of a week. Werked my ass off all last weekend, worked my ass off all week, travelled and dined on firday (good sushi - a thing of wonder), had a lovely lie in (cough) on saturday morning, trekked over to the ‘rents an have spent today bonfiring and shooting (saw nothing, hit matchsticks from miles away).
Tonight - the first time I read my email in 3 days, which must be something of a record. Also a nugget of interweb goodness toothpaste for dinner.
right - traling though my logs I’ve noticed a whole load of people who’ve got here by searching for Les+cox+sportif, and if you do, you end up with an odd drunken quote I blogged whilst at a gig.
So, time to set the record stright. Les Cox Sportif is a man called Chris, and a guitar and another bloke and some drums. I’ve seen them in various guises at numerous gigs, and I’m loving it. Quirky rhythems (once drecribed as Jerky) and lyrics with an obvious accent, they don’t sound quite like anything else. Sort of Pavement, sort of Ian Dury, wierdly reminding me of Jarvis Cocker, I’m not sure how to explain what I hear.
Damn, I’m no music journalist, but I want more!
I’m waiting on some scripts to run at work, so I’ve been reading up about Striling Engines mostly being they’re, em, cool. In a geeky way. However, builting your own out of tin cans is uber cool.
As this weekend has become a completel write off, I spent a few hours last night sorting out som emore photos onto Flickr, including The girl Kat and our drunken antics, two women and a chair, the buzzcocks and Clinic!
Now I’m at work which is rubbish.
not brilliant. Stealing yet more links from Das Big O, of the top 100 best books of all time I have read…
Animal Farm - George Orwell
The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys (painful)
White Teeth - Zadie Smith
Watchmen - Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons (what what! A comic! Brilliant!)
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
The Spy Who Came in From the Cold - John le Carre
1984 - George Orwell
Naked Lunch - William Burroughs
Many years ago I used to put up fake signs in an engineering department of a well known northen university. I renamed offices, labels the toilets “top secret labs”, put up fake directions arrows, had audions going on in radioation rooms and made the cleaning cupboard the office of R. Sole McChuffwisker. However it appear I’m no the only one.
Consulting teaches me a lot, and a drop of reading here and there (plus a few minutes of the BBC) has led to me beleive that management cunsultant speak is surely the worst thing to happen to the english language (after my spelling).
So what would happen if Winston Churchhill spoke management speak? Lets find out. I have a GNVQ in management, the quivalent of an HND in management, a degree with a wedge of management skills and 18 months of working for a consulting company. So, here is the original - unloeash the bullshit:
“In this solemn hour it is a consolation to recall and to dwell upon our repeated efforts for peace. All have been ill-starred, but all have been faithful and sincere.” >>>>> “Despite a pro-active and tenatious strategy based on our core values, reduction of hostilities have provide a more a difficult target objective for all involved parties”
“This is of the highest moral value–and not only moral value, but practical value–at the present time, because the wholehearted concurrence of scores of millions of men and women, whose co-operation is indispensable and whose comradeship and brotherhood are indispensable, is the only foundation upon which the trial and tribulation of modern war can be endured and surmounted.” >>>>>> “Going forward it is only possible to bring postive conclusions from the current situation though a coordinated cooperative cross-team policy, resulting in a synagous outcome with the win/win sceneario of the highest value-added concepts.”
“This moral conviction alone affords that ever-fresh resilience which renews the strength and energy of people in long, doubtful and dark days. Outside, the storms of war may blow and the lands may be lashed with the fury of its gales, but in our own hearts this Sunday morning there is peace. Our hands may be active, but our consciences are at rest.” >>>>> “Utilisation of alternative strategies of reality, motivation within the entire culture can be maintained resulting in continued output and goal achieval despite adverce conditions”
Get yourself a copy of 1984, and then a copy of the public transcripts of the last policy statement from New labour. It’s all a bit Orwellian, by definition 
Handy tips for those of us who require radio4 at odd times of the day.
going places you shouldn’t and taking great photos. I smells an adventure on the way.
